sympathy

queer (pine/they) | 25+| open comms!

[mooninfini]

people should send our undertale au, siblingtale, characters asks. here. so i have a reason to flesh it out more.

le characters:

chara

sans

papyrus

annie

frisk

toriel

asgore

flowey

alphys

undyne

mettaton

muffet

grillby

monster kid (mk)

gaster

dr david

dr anya

there's some side characters too that y'all can ask stuff to!

[annidrw]

[annidrw]

HS au 🤓 but it's just my faves

[elsa-fogen]

Incompatiable Frequencies (18+) | Part 21

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And yet again i'm speedrunning all 5 pages in one night day instead of drawing it in normal time over days.

ALASTOR FINALLY KNOWS HOW HE'S GONNA GET OUT AND IS SO HAPPY ABOUT IT! What he's planning? You'll learn soon.

AND CARMILLA LORE DROP LIKE ACTUALLY? A LITTLE BIT? A little bit of explanation, my headcanon that Carmilla ended up in hell couple decades before Alastor. And got reunited with her family AND THAT WASN'T A GOOD THING, because head of the family was some old af ancestor of her, and he of course was abusive as well. So yeah, Carmilla didn't have it good in her first years in hell. Was she specifically SAed? I will not confirm nor deny it. But this is why she's able to catch so easily red flags of someone going through abuse. At first just vibes, then more specific details.

But YOU. HAVE. NO FUCKING IDEA HOW MUCH I'M HOLDING MYSELF FROM DOING ANOTHER BONUS PART where Alastor has a severe mental breakdown and makes some poor desicions that only worsen it. And another part where Vox is actually being nice and sweet and it almost looks like that their relationships may not be as bad and may actually work. Almost. And another part where Vox notises the signs of Al's depression, gets conserned, but not enough to understand what that means and accidentally triggers a flashback for Alastor... and so many more. After all, they still have to live through [purposefuly obscured amount of time] of their "partnership", before Alastor finally gets out. Also bonus parts of their first year before sex, and how Alastor tries to keep living right after, and the pre-deal part of them talking after the bar scene... so. fucking. many. ideas. HELP. but i really wanna make the breakdown one. Someone even said that it hit harder than part 13, which i don't really see, BUT STILL.

YALL GET SEE IT ONE DAY I PROMISE, I just wanna get to the ending as soon as possible, because damn. this been going on MUCH longer than i expected. I mean, first draft had just 65 pages, and this part was supposed tobe like at page 35 or something. And because of how long it's going we're all getting little bit tired of it, including me.

Also, hey, the pride month started and I ACTUALLY HAD ANOTHER COMIC PLANNED FOR IT?? I promise the one i'm planning IS SHORT, LIKE AROUND 20 PAGES, and it's about origin of one of my weirdly specific Alastor headcanons, and it's for pride month because it's kinda starts from something on the topic of aceness, and the counsil (discord) decided that it fits the pride month lol. SO I NEED TO FINISH THIS COMIC ASAP!!!!!!!!!!

AU Masterpost

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[charlies-trainhopping]

do YOU have a crippling fixation on any PJSK character (NPCs included)

YES

NUANCE

NO

IM BALD WHATS PJSK

I EXPLODE WHEN I HAVE A TINY THOUGHT OF THEM

I DON’T PLAY FOR THE STORY

Remaining time: 3 days 21 hours

[mooninfini]

this is evilly targeted at me i stg how dare you charles

[charlies-trainhopping]

do YOU have a crippling fixation on any PJSK character (NPCs included)

YES

NUANCE

NO

IM BALD WHATS PJSK

I EXPLODE WHEN I HAVE A TINY THOUGHT OF THEM

I DON’T PLAY FOR THE STORY

Remaining time: 3 days 21 hours

[roswellsoup]

bonus/proof:

we tipped her well dw. best waitress ever 🍒

[chuukiyouwu]

Shuake Wedding Mission au

[lum1natriiix]

happy iron lung day to all who celebrate

[sexy-people-contests-2026]

My propaganda is this...

Vote Danny Motta. Because if he won against Posiden it would be really ironic and incredibly funny

It’s that he just went yeah I’m not winning that cracks me up

[shutinthenutouse]

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

Don't worry the audience extrapolated it back out. You zip the file and communicate it, they unzip it.

[stitchlingbelle]

This is the best explanation of the reader's contribution to art I've ever heard.

[cheasewedge]

Bothersome creature

[cheasewedge]

MY FUCKING SOUP

[milgram-en]

MILGRAM Novel 1: Prologue

T/N: Translator's Notes will be found in the replies. Check the original post before reblogging as TLs are occasionally revisited and edited.

A sharp, pungent smell filled the room, penetrating deep into my nose. The room was circular and fairly spacious. However, it was no open atmosphere; rather, there was a suffocating sense of entrapment that dominated the space. There were several possible reasons for this. First would be the presence of five solitary confinement cells arranged all around the outer perimeter of the room, separated by rusty iron bars. Inside the cells, there was nothing but a modest bed with a seemingly hard mattress. It was a dreadfully surreal scene, disconnected from the grounds of reality. The cells were arranged at equidistant intervals around the perimeter of the room. This was so that the sole “Warden” could monitor multiple “Prisoners” at the same time. By simply standing in the center of the room and turning in place, the Warden could instantly check on the Prisoners. This surveillance structure was a system proposed by the 18th-century English scholar Jeremy Bentham and was later instated in practice known as the “Panopticon”. In reality, it was designed to efficiently monitor much larger prisons but it could be used on a smaller scale with similar effects. That’s right. This place was a prison.  But it was by no means an official prison. I had no idea where it even was. The prisoners incarcerated here aren’t tried on the basis of any legal code. I—the warden—didn’t want to be in this position either. There’s other reasons why this room felt so claustrophobic. The ceiling was so unimaginably high up that it was impossible to confirm its existence with my own eyes. Only heavy darkness spread across above, and—trying to look up at it—I felt as if I’d be crushed. Most of the prison was dimly lit. With almost no warm lighting, the room was enveloped in a damp and gloomy hue. The final reason for this suffocation was refreshingly straightforward. The souls of everyone present were worn down—by fear, by intimidation, by despair. It was all overflowing with a madness of negative emotions.

However, that was evidence that the people here still possess a normal sense of sense. If you were to smile here, it wouldn’t be surprising if you were considered insane. In the center of the room was a large, white round table with six chairs where I, along with the other prisoners, were seated. A foul odor was emanating from where one of the chairs had been just a moment ago. “What’s this?” One of the four muttered brightly, voice reverberating ominously.  The reactions of the other prisoners were similar, though with minor differences. No one yet recognized that what had just occurred before them was reality—not even myself. A massive white cross fell. From that darkness spread above.  The cross was about three meters tall and one meter wide. It was made of stone and could be presumed to be quite heavy. Yet, the tip of the cross was polished sharply like an awl.  Such an object fell suddenly and, in a single blow, pulverized the chair beneath—piercing the body of the prisoner who had been seated there. The cross pierced through the backs and chests of the four prisoners as easily as needle pierced paper. Bright red splashes of blood splattered onto the faces and clothes of the four seated nearby; The smell of blood overflowing from a human corpse filled the room. This was the entirety of what had just occurred before my eyes. I had been told this was a purge. I had been asked to make a decision and the answer that I gave was carried out, leading to this purge.  This was the result.  I don't believe my judgement was wrong, but I hadn't been informed that it would come to this. This prison is not ordinary. It is something else— something ugly that was shaped like a prison. Even I, the one appointed as a Warden, don’t fully understand the full extent of its true nature. MILGRAM. That was the name of this prison. What is happening here is not a game. In reality, Prisoners are judged based on my choices; purged and, ultimately, deprived of their lives. At this moment, I realize that MILGRAM has truly begun to operate; the Warden given power, and the Prisoners facing judgement. Everyone is painfully aware of their position. And I… could sense the prison silently reorganizing the relationships within itself. I remember just a few hours ago when I came to into this place, still yet to be a warden.  That was the moment this despair began to slowly unfold.

[milgram-en]

MILGRAM Novel 1: Chapter 1

T/N: Any additional Translator's Notes will be found in the replies. Check the original post before reblogging as TLs are occasionally revisited and edited.

A strangely chilly air caressed my cheeks. I slowly opened my eyes. It seems I had been asleep. A cold, white light illuminated an unfamiliar room. I was lying on my back in a large, soft bed. I had no idea why I was sleeping in a place like this. “Where am I?” This was not my room. The unnecessarily spacious room seemed to be about ten tatami mats big. There were extremely few things in it. Besides the bed, there was just a simple, steel desk. The room felt overwhelming with its size, raw concrete walls surrounding me, buzzing an eerie silence. Normally, if I’d woken up in such a situation, I’d be panicking. But, I just lay in bed, gazing around blankly. Why was that? —I couldn’t remember anything until I got to this place. I couldn’t even say my own name. Everything was vague as if I had no true sense of reality. So, even though I woke up in this unfamiliar place, I wasn’t disturbed; rather, I felt more confused about my loss of memory. As I slowly propped myself up, a voice came from somewhere. “You finally woke up,” a taut, dignified female voice spoke. T/N: 「やっと目を覚ましたわね」is the original line. The わ adds a feminine voice to the speaker (Jacka). There was no shadow of a person around me, but that voice I heard was clearly one in reality, not something coming from a speaker. I squinted slightly in confusion. Then, something the size that could be held within my hands jumped onto the bed with a soft thud. “I’m right here.” T/N: 「アタシはここよ」 is the original line. This Jackalope uses “atashi” pronoun, a feminine way of referring to oneself. It seemed that the thing that had come to me was speaking with the same feminine voice. I could hardly believe it. It was covered in soft, white fur. Two large, long ears protruded from its head as if asserting its presence. Just below the ears were two round eyes. It had a cute little body and a mouth. At first glance, it looked like a well-known animal. “…A rabbit?” As I said this, I understood that my words were inaccurate because the creature in front of me, in addition to the familiar physical features of a rabbit, had two magnificent stag-like antlers growing from its head. …And normal rabbits don’t talk anyways.

“I’m not a rabbit. I’m a Jackalope. Please don’t confuse the two,” the jackalope corrected me, slightly annoyed. Maybe she was often mistaken for a rabbit. I’d heard the name “Jackalope” somewhere before. It was definitely some sort of mythical creature. I couldn’t remember the exact details right at this moment but I knew for sure that it wasn’t a real creature… probably. “You can call me ‘Jacka’ for short,” Jacka said while scratching behind her ears with her hind legs. That gesture was so cute, but I debated whether or not to point out how rabbit-like it made her look. “Am I dreaming?” “No, this space truly exists. It’s not a dream. The fact that there’s beings like me who can speak human language is, well, just a margin of error. It’s nothing to be concerned about.” “If I shouldn’t worry about animals speaking fluently, then it seems I don’t have to worry about most things in the world.” “Well- Could you please get up now instead of lying in bed?” Jacka abruptly changed the subject and jumped off the bed. There were a lot of questions in my mind. Actually, I had nothing but questions. But, in that moment, I had no choice but to obey and follow Jacka. I couldn’t remember who I am and I’m in an unknown place; Jacka has complete control. I didn’t think that resisting in this situation would change anything so, I did as I was told and got out of bed. “Oh, you’re quite obedient.” Jacka looked at me as if she was curious about my obedience. “There’s no point in resisting, is there? I don’t remember anything about what happened before I got here, I don’t know if Jacka is a friend or foe. Until I fully grasp the situation I’m in, I thought it’d be best to do according to what Jacka says.” “Hm. You’re quite calm. You might be the ideal candidate for the role I’m about to assign to you.” “…Role?” “From now, you’re going to meet five people. Just like you, they all have their memories locked.” “Memories locked, huh?” Jacka’s wording made sense. When I tried to remember something, my mind felt foggy and I couldn’t find the relevant memory. It’s not that I’ve lost my memory, but it’s more so that it’s locked in some way. When I think about it like that, it makes sense. “I think that you can’t remember anything right now but, when the time comes, the key to your memories should be safely unlocked. Though, before that, I want you to complete some tasks.” “You mean I’m going to meet five people and then do something to them?” “You’re sharp— That helps. Yes, the people you’re going to meet are people who are significant to you. Just be careful— They’re not ordinary humans.” “What do you mean?” Jacka chuckled at me for asking a question—when I didn’t know anything—then responded. “The people you’re going to meet are all murderers.”

◇ As Jacka led me out of the room we found ourselves in a long hallway, footsteps echoing unnervingly. I silently glanced at my outfit. When I got up from that bed, I realized that I wasn’t wearing normal clothes. I was in a black, collared shirt and comfortable pants. I also had a cloak on and, additionally, a black brimmed hat that Jacka told me to wear while leaving the room. The clothes were adorned with golden embroidery all over, making it look like some kind of authoritative uniform. “Your role here is Warden. You will go by ‘Warden Es’.” Jacka’s voice echoed down the hallway. “Warden Es? That’s not my real name, is it?” “The rule here is that everyone must keep their names a secret. From now on, you will act as Es. You should think of it as something separate from your original self.” I nodded. Besides, I couldn’t even remember my real name anyway so I felt no resistance in using a different name. Still- the term “Warden” was something I wasn’t quite familiar with. When I looked back at my attire, now knowing that I would be playing the role of a Warden, I realized that the authoritative and overbearing design perfectly suited the image of the role of one. “The five murderers are waiting for you in the hall ahead. They—the ‘Prisoners’—and the hall—the ‘Panopticon’. Interact with them as you see fit. You can be intimidating or you can be friendly.” As ominous words lined up one after the other, I couldn’t help but grimace. “Wardens, Prisoners, Panopoticon— Jacka, what’s your aim here? Are you locking up a group of people in this creepy facility to play a game?” “A game, hm? To be precise, it’s more akin to an experiment… that I won’t deny. You can interpret it however you like, Es.” It didn’t really matter whether it was a game or an experiment. The important thing was that we were imprisoned in this place for something we didn’t know and even our memories got locked up.

◇ “Now, we’ve arrived at the Panopticon.” At the end of the long corridor stood a large, closed iron door. Jacka, who had been leading the way, stopped in front of it. As it recognized her presence, the heavy door slowly opened to the left and to the right. Beyond the door was a wide, circular space. In the center was a large, white, round table, surrounded by narrow cells that were divided by iron bars. It resembles a prison, I thought to myself, but then I remembered what Jacka had said earlier about the roles of Prisoner and Warden. Then, it clicked. This place truly was a “prison”. The ceiling was so high that it was impossible to see. Even if I squinted, all I could see was a dim darkness. It seemed that the panopticon was a huge cylindrical building that stretched vertically. Seated around the white round table were five prisoners, all dressed in white prison uniforms, and all watching me silently. As Jacka approached the table, her voice grew colder and more authoritative as she addressed the prisoners. “Warden Es has awakened. From this moment, the new era of ‘Judgement’ to judge the Prisoners’ sins begins.” I swallowed hard and walked over to the table where the prisoners were waiting. Each of the prisoners wore iron bracelets on their left wrists with a chain about 50 centimeters long extending from it. The chain was connected to a thick black book with a black spine. All the prisoners had a black book in their possession. The book appeared to have sturdy restraints, making it seem as if opening them freely was impossible. This combination of the white table and black books tethered by chains created a surreal atmosphere. “Hey- They call us prisoners but, in this situation where we can’t remember anything, it doesn’t really feel right to be told that we’re guilty of something,” a boy who looked to be in high school spoke up. There was a lightness in his tone that was out of place in this heavy and intimidating atmosphere of the panopticon. He let out a sigh, releasing tension, and leaned back in his chair. “But turns out it’s fine. I was kinda scared what kind of dangerous guy would come since they’re called ‘Warden’ but she’s around the same age as us. She seems harmless.” With those words, the tense atmosphere that had been ebbing between the four of them eased. It seemed that the prisoners hadn’t been told what kind of person the warden was. They were quite wary. When I entered the room, everyone stared at me in silence, not out of hostility but out of a strong sense of caution. The boy’s attitude became completely relaxed and he called out to me in a familiar manner. “My name here is Two-Side. Nice to meet you, Es.”

Two-Side smiled, his white teeth showing. He carried himself with a light-hearted attitude even in this unknown prison, but it didn’t seem like he was the type to be frivolous. It would be more accurate to describe him as friendly. It felt like he was showing his weaknesses on purpose to make the other person feel at ease. I could tell at a glance that he paid attention to even the smallest details of his appearance. He made no basic mistakes like shaving properly and even nails were polished and shiny. Considering that he was a boy around my age, he was well groomed. Combined with his handsome features, I thought it wouldn’t be surprising if he was popular with all the girls at school if he was a student. “You guys also have no memory of anything, right?” I asked just to make sure. “When you say ‘you all’, does that mean the Warden doesn’t remember anything either?” A short, pretty girl joins the conversation from the side. She wore glasses with indigo-colored frames, giving off a clean impression. Her shiny black hair reached down to her waist, without a single split end, I couldn’t help but want to touch it. “Yeah, I can’t remember anything before I got here either.” “In that case, we’re the same. None of us can remember anything, and we’re confused because that rabbit over there suddenly started calling us ‘Prisoners’.” The short girl, referred to as “Nervous”, smiled wryly, her gesture adorably innocent. I struggled to associate the word “murderer” with the small girl before me. They are called “Prisoners”, but could they really have committed murder? If they were really murderers in the first place, the police would’ve arrested them before taking them to such a suspicious place. “Nervous, let’s keep the chatter to a minimum.” Jacka shot a look at Nervous. “And I’m not a rabbit.” Nervous quickly covered her mouth in surprise. “Es, please take a seat. I will now begin a brief explanation of this prison.”

Prompted by Jacka, I shifted my gaze to the white round table where one seat remained vacant. Unlike the plain white chairs the prisoners were sitting on, the chair was adorned with the same golden ornaments as my uniform. That was my seat, it seems. The obvious luxurious design was probably to distinguish it from the Prisoners’ chairs. As I obediently took my seat, Jacka moved across the top of the table to stand right in front of me and surveyed the Prisoners. Then, she began to speak. “Now that the warden is here, I’ll say it again. Welcome, Prisoners, to MILGRAM Prison. This is a place bound not by the framework of a traditional judicial system; this is a place to redefine what crime and sin is.” MILGRAM. That seemed to be the name of this bizarre prison. However, all of this felt suspicious. Despite all those grandiloquent words being used, in a country governed by law, isn’t redefining crime outside of that system essentially lynching? “As you all know, all of you Prisoners here are murderers. But that doesn’t necessarily mean that your actions will be deemed ‘Unforgiven’ in this place.” The prisoners had various reactions to Jacka’s incomprehensible explanation. Some tilted their heads in confusion, unable to understand it. Some glared sharply. Some were waiting almost emotionlessly for Jacka’s next words. I stared at the fluffy fur on the back of Jacka’s head. “Whether to ‘Forgive’ or ‘Unforgive’ the Prisoners’ crimes is a decision entrusted to Warden Es. Her sole judgement will determine whether a Prisoner is guilty or innocent.” A deep sigh echoed. Among the four, the only one who seemed to be older by three years, a young man, was glaring suspiciously at Jacka. “Who on earth came up with such a system? Judging people based on one person’s subjective opinion doesn’t seem reasonable at all.” “Stop showing your hostility, Gentle. I don’t answer when it’s not necessary.” Jacka didn’t seem inclined to address Gentle’s remark head-on and brushed it off lightly. Then, she narrowed her eyes slightly. “Here, MILGRAM deals with crimes that the conventional judicial system cannot accurately judge. Crimes that are undoubtedly guilty, crimes that are undoubtedly innocent—such mundane cases don’t exist here.” “So, does that mean our crimes are ambiguous in terms of good and evil?” Gentle asked, continuing the discussion. This time, Jacka nodded, seeming to appreciate the question. “That’s right. Depending on the observer, the judgement of whether to ‘Forgive’ or ‘Unforgive’ your crimes may differ. Someone who knows the full story, someone who knows only the basic facts, or someone who strictly adheres to the legal standard—each person may come to different conclusions.” “I think that the current judicial system exists to eliminate that variability in conclusions.”  “In reality, each person inherently has many different answers but people are forced into a uniform judicial system for judgement. Is that truly sound? For instance, if a murderer is acquitted by reason of insanity, do you think the victim’s family members can accept that the murderer is innocent? I, personally, could never accept that. And if everyone can’t agree, it indicates a flaw in the system. That is why MILGRAM exists; as a stepping stone to a new justice system.” The panopticon fell silent. Gentle, too, refrains from speaking.

I found myself somewhat understanding Jacka’s perspective. Or so I think. Maybe the other Prisoners did too. Say that there’s a murderer who has gone completely insane. In accordance with legal procedures, a judge will declare them Not Guilty due to the lack of mental competence for responsibility*. However, given the feelings of the victim’s surviving family, no reason would justify a verdict other than Guilty. Depending on one’s position or standards of judgement, the decision to “Forgive” or “Unforgive” the person changes. [T/N: Japan’s Legal Competency/Ability to Fulfill One’s Responsibilities A person who lacks the capacity to be responsible cannot be blamed for their actions, thus it is meaningless to impose a penalty. The insanity defense is founded upon the idea of legal competency, specifically that insanity is the lack of legal competency. Insanity is defined as a state in which a person lacks the capacity to reason—discerning the right and wrong of a situation; discerning the propriety (conventionally accepted standards of behavior or morals)—and/or the capacity to control behaviour, the ability to act appropriately—or act with propriety—to a situation due to mental illness/disability/or other reasons (pathological reasons). Penalty is a consequence to a violation of responsibility and those judged to lack the capacity to be responsible cannot grasp the meaning of penalties.] Indeed, that may be true—Jacka turned to me, her small body looking up at me with a cute gesture—but the contents of her words were anything but cute. “Warden Es is free to use whatever criteria she would like for the basis for judgement. Law, sensibility, common sense, ethics, morality, instinct- It doesn’t matter. My job is to guide and observe you.” “...That’s quite an unpleasant situation for me,” I sighed. Jacka, unaffected by my reaction, simply waggled her short, round tail. “The sins and memories of the Prisoners are engraved in the ‘Book of Sins’ each of them were given. When the time comes to pass judgement, the Book of Sin will open automatically. Until then… That’s right.” A heavy atmosphere filled the room as Jacka spoke. With everyone’s attention on her, she announced something unexpectedly with a straight face. “Everyone, why not enjoy your free time?”

[nagitoblog]

AAAAAA LOOK AT EVERYONE AND MUU LOOKS SO CUTEE!!!!!!new sillies dropped..

[es-milgram]

happy birthday yuno!! sorta late..

[sinoi]