Do you think aliens would get freaked out when we crack our joints?
*human stands up after too long spent hunched over the computer, all joints cracking*
*alien coworker whose only experience with human anatomy comes from movies where crack = broken bone*
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He sticks out like a sore, decaying thumb, light swimming through him in dappled leaf and bottle greens. His skin, always slightly damp, has an unnatural give to it. It just feels like you could push your claws all the way in.
But you resist the urge, only halfway mollified by his chuckled assurance that it's fine, really, he's just a bit transparent, that's all - he was always bad at hiding his emotions, anyway.
Edit: Got struck by inspo, so here’s Wishbone in all his ‘a bully turned my hat around and pushed me glory’
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Hey, you remember all those vague asks about someone angrily writing a Sans x Barnaby fanfic?
Yeah, well, I did it.
I'm working on the rest of the fic, gonna have at least 10 chapters with a bunch of lore sprinkled in between, but here, have this snippet for now:
All was peaceful in Home, as it always was. That's what Barnaby loved most about it. Everyone was friendly, playful, always willing to listen to his jokes (even if some of them were bad, and he got a tomato or two thrown at him in response.) He especially enjoyed spending time with Wally and Howdy, always willing to teach Wally a new joke or two, before using those new jokes in Howdy's Bugdega.
This particular afternoon, however, Barnaby was lazily lounging under a shady tree. Howdy was busy with some new stock in the shop, and Wally was playing a new complex game with an excitable Julie and a reluctant Frank. As for the others, Eddie was busy delivering mail, and Poppy was helping Sally with a new playscript. So, here Barnaby was, alone and letting out a loud yawn while coming up with some new comedy acts.
“Hm… maybe an airplane joke? Nah, nah, I've already made plenty of those. Something about bones? That could work, but how would I include the topic into an act…?” He mumbled to himself, putting a paw up to his chin in thought.
Then he felt the ground under him… shift.
Sink.
Slowly sinking deeper beneath him.
“What the..?” Barnaby looked down, confused as to why the grass seemed to be growing higher around him.
The sinking began to grow faster now, panicking the big beagle.
“W-Woah, woah, what's going on?!” Barnaby tried to scramble off the ground, but before he could, the grassy ground fell under him all at once. He yelped as he fell beneath the tree's roots, falling down a tight twisted tunnel. Barnaby reached his arms out, in the hopes of latching onto a stray root to climb his way out, but to no avail. He let out a grunt as his head harshly hit a rock on the way down, and his vision went black.
Barnaby didn’t know how long he was out for. However, he did know that, instead of waking up at the bottom of a dirt tunnel like he expected, he woke up in… a snowy forest?
“Ugh…” Barnaby groaned, wincing as he slowly sat up, rubbing the back of his head. With another wounded groan, he looked around in his new environment. The sky seemed to be replaced with a rocky roof, indicating that he was still underground, but… that doesn't explain the evergreen trees or the snow that seemingly fell from nowhere.
“… the hell..?” He mumbled, confused and unsure what to do.
“Hey, buddy.”
Barnaby stiffened at the sudden voice, turning around slowly. There stood a… a skeleton?
“I think you dropped this.” The skeleton spoke in a lazy voice, wearing a blue hooded jacket and a seemingly-permanent toothy smile on his face. In his left hand, he held Barnaby's hat, tilting it out to the beagle. Barnaby must have dropped it when he fell down here.
“Uh… thanks.” Barnaby hesitantly took the hat from the strange skeleton, trying to offer a friendly smile in response, before putting his hat back on.
“No problem,” the skeleton replied simply, putting his hands back in his pockets. “The name's Sans. Sans the Skeleton. What's yours?”
“… Barnaby. Barnaby B Beagle.”
“Nice to meet ya, Beagle. So, what were you doing on the ground? Didn’t look like you were making snow-dogs or anything.”
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Pikmin headcanon: If any of the captains or castaways or rescue corps ect ect ext ever came across a human they would not immediately register that this is a person or even a beast.
They'll record in their logs like "Discovered a mysterious landmark that moves across the planes of this land like nothing I've seen before. I thought perhaps it was some form of alien transportation, but there were no riders within it, or even other creatures, when I scanned it on my radar. It has since vanished without a trace."
and it was like a normal man walking through a hiking trail.
They are not exactly incomprehensible but they are not being percieved as a people and no one's making the connections to start exploring that thought bc what kind of horrible beast could ever be THAT big. Not possible! Unbelievable! your scientific credibility is shoddy at best.
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Just finished Riptide #114.
What the actual fuck
There is. So much to unpack. And I really don't feel like typing most of it out so I'll just scream what's on my mind here and maybe post something more coherent later.
Okay WHAT THE FUCK listening to this was actually so stressful with all the turrets and the fucking traps and shit like actual horror game shit
GILLION. WAKING UP. IN THAT TERRIFYING ROOM. can't stop thinking about what the hell would've happened if he hadn't casted death ward right before that. DUDE. HIS HANDS. HES GOT FUCKING HOLES. IN HIS HANDS. I FEEL LIKE IM THE ONLY ONE FREAKING ABOUT ABOUT THIS. AND HIS SKIN. what the hell are they even DOING with it???? Why did they need it? Specifically Triton it seems?? And oh man the other Triton guy who died. That was also extremely fucked. Everything that happened was extremely fucked.
This episode gave me so much emotional whiplash as jrwi always does going from terrifying fucked up shit to the silliest bits and constant bickering and EXTREMELY dumb ideas.
Doppel-Gillion. What can I even say. It still took me by surprise, despite all the obvious signs. And oh God is he terrifying to fight. I can't imagine how mind fucking that would be for chip and jay, AND gillion too, since he seems almost. Exactly like him. Just molded to the orders to kill them. The end was kinda anticlimactic, but it was SO funny that I don't really care
I still cannot believe they somehow made it out but I think that that episode is now one of my favorites, right next to 97 and 98.
So now we have: Jay with a fucked up leg, Gillion with fucked up hands, and Chip who is just basically bones now I guess.
Fun. I love the black sea.
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