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Edit Note: I'm really amazed by how much love this post got. Guess it just shows we're all in the same boat. I do have other humorous writing memes on this tumblr under the same tag, if you're interested. Never give up writing! ❤️

Edit Note 2: I can't believe this has reached 8000 notes. Been on tumblr for almost ten years (different account) and nothing like this has ever happened before. Thank you! 😊

Bad Sansuary day 9: prey (feat. Horror)

I am using a little OC of mine for this, since I think she really fits the Bad Sanses (ahem she's crazy ahem). We're in a scenario where she's been with the gang for a while now. There is no romanticism in this, I think it'll mainly be her interacting with the gang following the prompts. It's also a weird mix of canon, fanon and headcanon. I tried my best, but beware of the cringe >_<

Messing around with Ashes' pov again.

Every character belongs to its respective owner

Bad Sansuary belongs to @owl-bones

Ashes belongs to me

She ran. The shadows bent in the corner of her vision, closing in on her. She ran, as she chased after the silhouette that ran from her. She got closer and closer, the smell of fear in the air keeping her going. She bumped against a few obstacles, the shadows tearing at her and blood dripped on the ground as she kept going ignoring it. With one final sprint, she tackled the figure and pinned her against a tree, but the force of the tackle shattered some kind of invisible wall, shards of reality flying around them and reflecting her reflection a hundred, a thousand, a million of times. As the predator and the prey floated in the void, Ashes saw herself in the one she was hunting. Her stubborn, annoying old self, who survived through the horrors she was put through somehow, how she was before everything, the betrayals and the pain.

The fragments of reality stabbed through both of them, and Ashes saw tears filling the eyes of her old self. She just smiled, filled with madness as her blood flowed out of her body, and at one point the fragments became strings digging into both of them, and the face in front of her flashed from her own to all the people who she hurt and who hurt her, who she killed and who killed her.

She raised her knife, the motion hurting her but she couldn't stop, and she stabbed the faces shifting in front of her, a sharp pain filling her as well every time she plunged the knife into the shifting mold in front of her, the shadows and darkness filling her vision as she stabbed again and again.

Everything fell into the darkness.

When she woke up, she felt the copper taste of blood in her mouth. The voices were cackling, and she stared up at the ceiling before suddenly standing up, exiting her room and going to the kitchen. She needed to put something in her stomach.

Blood always made her hungry.

She found out she wasn't the only one awake in the middle of the night when she saw the lights on. Perfect. She really needed a distraction, someone to tease and confuse to avoid thinking about everything. She silently sneaked into the kitchen and spotted Horror, who was probably either stress eating or stress preparing a lot of food after the little stunt she had pulled a few days earlier. Eheheh... It was hilarious to watch.

She slowly sneaked up behind Horror and stole an apple, knowing he'd notice it was missing, then climbed on top of the fridge while he was turned away and hung upside down from it, her legs hooked on the top of it. She threw the apple at Horror, him snapping towards her but relaxing a little once he saw it was "only" her. He still remained a bit tense though, so a point for him. He stared at her with a confused expression, and she waved.

"Why hello there big guy, wasn't expecting to find you here. Having a bad night?~"

He turned away and towards the counter, not saying anything.

"Aw c'mon, don't give me the..."

Ashes somehow managed to open the fridge without falling from the position she was in, smirking a little

"... Cold shoulder now. C'mon, we're pals after all, no?"

She jumped down the fridge, going to sit on a counter besides Horror's food.

"Alright, I know you're still pissy from what I did, but listen, I am really sorry okay?"

She wasn't, but she didn't need to say that now did she? She doubted he would even believe her.

"How about we just chat instead? Just you, me, the voices..."

He actually looked at her weird as she mentioned the voices, but she ignored that. People always did that anyway, and if she found another one who heard voices it turned out they were hearing fake ones most of the time. She smiled and kept talking.

"I'll start! You're a good hunter, what do you do when your prey escapes?"

That was a risky move. Horror tensed up, like every time they mentioned his old home. He was probably feeling conflicted, his sadism and satisfaction to talk about hunting in conflict with his not wanting to think about his home. Ashes smiled internally, feeding off of the little amount of internal chaos she had created in him. Eventually, he settled for not answering again, his conflict simmering down, and she spoke up again.

"C'mon buddy, help an old pal in need, will you? I'm curious!"

He stayed silent, before answering.

"... Why are you asking me this? What kind of sick game are you playing now?"

"Why does anyone do anything? Pure, sheer boredom! Plusssss, I'm curious as to how you handle the situation. We both know how much experience you got in that regard"

She could see his struggle on his face. He was tempted and she knew it. When he eventually relented, Ashes giggled quietly

"... I usually try to lead it to trap itself. Corner it or exhaust it. Happy now?"

He was sour today. He had a really bad dream apparently.

Well that made two of them, now didn't it?

"Aw, sweetheart, thank you.~"

She jumped off of the counter, patting him on the back on her way out of the kitchen

"Welp, I'm gonna find something to set on fire. Cya big guy~"

She went out of the kitchen, holding an apple that she stole hidden from his view.

She grinned

It was always fun to mess with him.

So true.

I mean, it's OKAY to like him, don't misunderstand me, just like it's okay to like any other character, but this... It's too much. It is simply too much.

The fandom literally worships him. HE WAS THE FRICKIN TUMBLR SEXYMAN BACK IN 2022 (I think it was 2022, not sure). WHAT THE HECK GUYS.

And don't get me started on how many Sanses there are out there and how few Frisks, Charas, Toriels, Papyruses, Undynes, Alphys's, Mettatons, ASGORES MY MAN, ASGORES, have their own AU and story and don't just exist ignored.

GIVE MORE STORIES TO THE OTHER CHARACTERS TOO. THEY DESERVE ONE.

Like and Reblog if you like Undertale, but can't stand the fandom's worship of Sans or the many AUs that treat him like he's the main character...

Bad Sansuary day 7: blanket (feat. Dust)

I am using a little OC of mine for this, since I think she really fits the Bad Sanses (ahem she's crazy ahem). We're in a scenario where she's been with the gang for a while now. There is no romanticism in this, I think it'll mainly be her interacting with the gang following the prompts. It's also a weird mix of canon and fanon. I tried my best, but beware of the cringe >_<

Every character belongs to its respective owner

Ashes belongs to me

Bad Sansuary belongs to @owl-bones

The mission had taken its toll on everyone, and Dust could see it. Even the Boss was a little exhausted, having fought against Dream in a mainly positive AU. They weren't supposed to fight the Star Sanses there, the original mission was to kill a King Papyrus in a Neutral Ending AU to ensure anarchy and increase the negativity in the AU and then go away, but Core Frisk saw them this time and warned the Stars, and Ink caught them off guard as he had found a way to teleport them all into a positive AU where the gang would be at disadvantage. They held their own, managing to somehow not get seriously injured until Nightmare opened a portal and they all fled.

They were all tired, to the point of almost collapsing where they stood, and Nightmare let them go immediately after they got back for once. It was clear he was very tired as well even if he didn't show it, and Dust couldn't really complain about it. While the Boss mostly left them alone, it wasn't wise to stick around him when he was in a bad mood, and after a mission ended up like this he was always in a bad mood. They all kept silent as he went to his office and shut the door, and they could all feel some of the tension release. They headed to their respective rooms in silence, but suddenly Dust felt a wave of dizziness hit him as he felt himself fall with a thud to the floor.

He felt someone coming at his side and helping him up, but he was too out of it to care. He felt himself being brought somewhere and then he was laid down on a soft surface, probably the couch in the living room. He was kinda cold, but he couldn't find the energy to search and get anything to warm for himself. Exhaustion from too much magic usage was nasty.

Some discussion started up, the voices confused and blurred, but eventually they left and he was left alone to try and regain some consciousness. He groaned as things slowly got a little less blurry, but a headache slowly started to build up, and he shut his eyes as he also heard faint whispers. He ignored everything and focused on trying to get a grip on himself instead, somehow slowly managing.

"Soooooo, Dusty, how's it hanging for you buddy?"

His eyes opened again, focusing on a blue figure beside him. Ashes.

She was toying with a knife, twirling it between her fingers, balancing it by the tip on her palm and moving it near her cheek or left eye at random times. Her usual smirk was backed up by a curious look, and she poked at his hand as if trying to figure out what he was doing. He tried to move away from her, but the tiredness pervading his body didn't let him move much.

She smiled as she stopped playing with the knife, instead pointing it at him and making a gesture taking in his whole body.

"Y'know, you really worried the behemoth back there. The big giant probably saw countless monsters fall to their knees like you did only to dust on the spot because of the starvation, back in his AU. He thought you were gonna go down like that too, would you believe it? He's cooking up a feast for you right there in the kitchen. Boy you have no idea how worried he is!"

She raised her hands to the sky, letting out a giggle as she said those words and observed them take effect into the mind of the dust skeleton. Before Dust could say anything, she continued.

"And as for Oil leak... Well, despite not being able to feel worry, he actually got you something, would you believe it? Almost makes one sentimental..."

She stared off into the void, lost in whatever thoughts her contorted mind produced, losing concentration for a moment before snapping back to reality and smiling at him. He shivered.

"I stole it from him the moment he turned his back, but don't tell him, aye? Would ruin the fun. After all, seeing him search for something all around the castle would be quite entertaining."

He narrowed his inexistent eyebrows at her, but before he could talk she kept talking, on a full rambling streak

"Of course, I'm not just here to taunt your bed ridden and fatigue pervaded body. Nah, I'm here to offer you a deal."

She took out a pillow and a blanket from seemingly out of nowhere, waving them in front of him just out of his reach.

"Now, I know that couch isn't exactly the most comfortable place to rest in the castle, and I also know that you tend to get cold when you used too much magic. So, like the good teammate I am, I brought here these things that I totally did not steal from Killer"

She leaned forward, tilting her head and staring him directly in his eyes.

"I'll give you these two little gifts if in exchange you will pass me the things you can't eat from the feast the big guy is preparing you. I doubt you will be able to eat all of that anyway, I'm starving and we don't waste food. Looks like a win-win to me right?~"

Dust stared at her, weighting the request she made. On one hand, it looked innocent enough, but on the other hand nothing was straightforward with Ashes. He stared at her, eyes boring into her soul to find her intentions, but she remained unreadable.

"Aw c'mon, Dusty, I'll even get some bottles of alcohol from the Boss's stash to sweeten up the deal mhm?~"

He spoke up.

"Won't you get caught?"

She laughed at that, looking at him like he was the crazy one.

"Silly, who said I cared?~"

She stared, smile widening a little.

"So, do we have a deal?~"

Dust hesitated, then he shrugged and grabbed the pillow, putting it under his head. Why not. After all he doubted she could do anything drastic with what she asked. Her smile widened at that, and she chuckled.

"Very well~"

She grabbed the blanket and laid it on Dust, covering him completely and even making sure it wouldn't slide. Eventually, she stepped back and patted Dust patronizingly on the head, giggling a little.

"Sleep tightly, Dusty~"

With that, Dust felt the tiredness come back ten times stronger, and as he slowly slipped into the darkness Ashes's smile was the last thing he saw.

Ehm...

Uhhhh...

Ok, ok, I surrender, please forgive me!

<3

Every boop I receive shall be returned tenfold.

*Menacingly stares at the boops received*

*Crazily smiles*

Prepare for my wrath (metaphorically of course)

Hi my friends...

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Our short term goal is $9000. We have less than $143 left to reach it. I hope you can help, whether by sharing widely or donating if possible

I'm sorry I can't donate, but I will try to share this

I just thought about something.

EXP in Undertale is something used to quantify the amount of pain you inflicted to others.

LV is something used to quantify how much you can hurt someone, your capacity of hurting increases every time you hurt because the more you hurt, the more you distance yourself, the more easily it is for you to hurt again.

This is the basic, right? Along with the fact you will hurt more if someone doesn't expect you to hurt them and therefore you will gain more EXP. This is shown with betrayal kills, and it's a popular thing in the fandom to say that you can gain EXP without killing by hurting emotionally. Example, Glitchtale. Another common thing to assume is that you can also increase your LV without actually hurting anyone, like in Undertale Yellow Genocide Route (Axis battle).

But is it possible for you to lower your LV without lowering your EXP? You can't change the fact you hurt them, you can't change the past, but if you somehow unlearn all the things you learned on hurting them, if you get close to them again, if you open yourself, would your LV lower? But most important of all, wouldn't it be as cool as heck? It's like a statement that you did mistakes, yes, but you are willing to amend them. In spite of those who say they can't change. Yes, you can. Stop saying you can't. This headcanon is going to make it into my story, it's just so cool.

A writer friend told me something that broke my heart a little bit today; they're going to quit publishing their fanfic.

My instant thought was that they had been trolled or attacked or that something terrible had happened in their life because this person is so passionate about their writing. It wasn't any of that. Engagement with their works has been going down, as it has for many of us. Comments are like gold dust a lot of the time, and just looking through the historical comment counts on old fics on ao3 demonstrates this trend very clearly. It was not simply the comments dropping off which caused them to decide to stop posting, however.

My friend came across a discord server for their fandom (I should point out here that their fandom interest and mine diverged a couple of years ago, we stay in touch but don't currently read each other's posts because I'm not into their fandom and they would rather gouge their eyes out with a wooden spoon than read anything Star Wars) and specifically to share fic in that fandom. They joined, because we all love a good fic rec, only to discover that their latest multichapter fic, which has almost no comments and very few kudos, is being hotly discussed in this server as one of the best stories ever. Not one of these people has bothered to say this to them on the fic. When they asked, none of participants could see the point in telling the author of the fic they apparently loved so much that they love it.

This discovery has absolutely destroyed my friend's love of sharing fic. They share because they love seeing other people's enjoyment, and fic writers do that through comments and kudos/reblogs/likes because we don't get paid. There is no literary critic writing a blog post/article about how amazing the story is for us to copy and keep/frame. There is no money from royalties. All we have are the words of the people reading our works.

Those people on that server could have taken five minutes of the time they spent gushing about how amazing my friend's story was to other people and used it to tell the one person guaranteed to want to hear that praise how much they loved it. They could have taken a moment to express their opinion to the person who spent hours upon hours plotting, writing, editing, and posting those chapters. Instead, they deprived my friend of thing that keeps them sharing their writing, and in the process have killed their love of it. My friend now feels used and unmotivated.

I won't be sharing a link to their fic, they said I could share their experience but not their identity. I know they plan to post one final chapter. I know they intend to express their hurt at being excluded from the praise for the thing they created, and I know they intend to announce that as a consequence they will not be posting for a long while, if at all.

So please, I beg you, don't hide your love of a story from the writer. It's just about the only thing we have.