Bad Sansuary Day 1: Differences (feat. Dust)

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Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Wassup

Mweh eh eh...

You fell right into my trap =)

*showers you in affection*

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INK SONG WHOO!! this video took so much out of me, thanks Ink

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Yes.

It doesn't matter how strange the interaction is.

I don't care if you tell me the most random of things.

Interact with me.

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Warning for those who want to read/are reading Soulless!tale, since I've reread everything I've written and saw how poorly written it was I decided to rewrite everything, so current chapters are going through a huge editing. The first prologue already got rewritten but it might be changed again so be aware of this. Also, don't worry, I am currently working on chapter three. School drained me of all the creativity I had, but now that I'm free and I took some rest I will be more active and write more, I promise. Welp, that's all I wanted to say, so goodbye everyone.

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So, I've been listening to "Harpy Hare" for the past couple hours and I just got a sick character concept.

Imagine there's this mother, with a bunch of children. She's overprotective, doesn't let them go out at all, and takes away anything that can represent the vaguest threat, including "dangerous toys". As the children grow up though, they realize that this is no life and get into a discussion with their mother, who becomes furious and locks them into their room as punishment. Then she storms off, but she regrets it after some hours, buys a gift for the kids and comes back. But when she gets home, she discovers that the house was robbed and her kids were all killed. And as she sits there and grieves, she realizes she couldn't protect them even with how protective she was, and they died all alone and afraid and it's all her fault.

Yup.

The most underrated piece of UTDR lore is the fact that cashiers are canonically on a different plane of existence and are therefore invincible

Bad Sansuary day 6: restrained (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 >_<

I tried to mess around with Ashes' pov with this one

Bad Sansuary belongs to @owl-bones

Dust belongs to @ask-dusttale

Ashes belongs to me

The voices were at it again. Twisting, whispering, screaming and screeching into her ears, pulling at the broken fragments of her mind now that she was at her weakest. Ashes felt a laugh bubbling up in her throat, a gurgling feeling in her mouth as she half coughed half giggled and a drop of blood fell from her mouth and onto the dusty floor of the dungeon she found herself in. Chains pulled heavily where they closed around her wrists and ankles, rattling as she moved and wiped the blood away from her mouth. She knew something was broken inside her, but she chose to ignore that and focused the energies that were slowly coming back to her to instead hear something above the whispers and examine the surroundings.

She couldn't remember how she got here. Which was strange, but not unusual since she always locked away the memories that found a way to hunt her. She shivered, observing the shadows and seeing them writhe. She knew He was watching. She knew that whatever lesson He decided to teach her this time would remain forever marked into her broken mind and soul, making sure she never disobeyed or displeased Him again. The god to which she sold her soul made sure His broken vessel would always be the perfect puppet to spread chaos and wreak havoc, and even though her mind was torn and her fear was taken away she still knew better than to annoy Him. She didn't fear Nightmare, or Error, or any other person she ever met, but she feared Him.

She strayed away from that trail of thoughts and registered that she was in a cell in the castle's dungeons, heavy chains not only around her wrists and ankles but also around her neck, and she could feel the effects of some kind of sedative wearing off. The cell wasn't very large, barely able to contain a person, and the bars were directly in front of her. She must've snapped pretty bad if the others decided to lock her away in here. She had to say, it was really impressive that they even managed to take her here. She thought about how to free herself, and started twisting her arm to get it out of the restraints, losing the will midway through as she just wanted to see if she could break her own bones like this.

She heard a noise as she was immediately distracted and she raised her head, seeing two cyan and red eyelights and the weight of a thousand souls staring back at her. She smiled and dropped her arm to the ground, completely captured by the skeleton in front of her now instead. Now this was an interesting sight.

"Lookie here who it is, the silent soul! Having fun watching the freak in her cage?"

He didn't answer, as always. He was always the funniest to mess around, his logic brain always struggled to catch up to her madness and she knew it, making sure to be as unpredictable as possible around him to plant the seeds of confusion. Confusion led to fear, fear led to anger, and once there was enough anger things easily spiraled out of control and Ashes could say to have reached her goal. She knew he didn't trust her one bit, and she got proof of that in a situation similar to this some time before. It was indeed fun to see him, of all people, to snap. Fun indeed.

"Come on, step forward and speak to me, I promise I don't bite~"

He didn't step forward, but he said something.

"Do you remember anything that happened?"

She tilted her head, deciding to mess around with him for a while yet.

"Mmmmaybe, mmmmaybe not, what do you say?"

She could basically feel his frustration now.

"You had a mental breakdown. Boss tried to snap you out of it, but you snapped at him instead and you two fought."

Ashes put up an expression of fake surprise.

"Really?! That's why I feel like I was hit by a truck then!"

That was a lie, Ashes couldn't feel anything, but she thought it would be appropriate to say.

"He messed you up real bad"

Ashes wondered how much of that victory was really because of Nightmare's skills in combat, and how much of it had to do with Ashes not really being at her peak, Nightmare's powers to get whatever negativity she was feeling out of her and his immortality. She doubted she would've left anyone alive, especially if that someone was the Guardian of Negativity and his death would damage the balance of emotions greatly causing chaos in the universe. Sure, she wanted to have fun with this one, but she wasn't herself when she fought.

On an unrelated side note, she wondered how many of the voices were real souls and how many fragments of her broken mind.

She was snapped back into focus as Dust spoke up again

"You were fighting like a beast"

She giggled, smile widening a little. Of course he would say that. She could feel the question behind those eyes, but he didn't realize he fell into a trap as well.

"Mhhhhhhh, I suppose I did. Would've been fun to watch, but I suppose I don't get to. After all..."

She raised her head, eyes and smile devoid of any emotion.

"You know how these kind of things work, don't you Dust?~"

She saw him tense up. She watched as he tightened his fists, then stuffed his hands inside his hoodie. She stared and he stared back.

It was during one of his LV crisis. She had walked in to it, and purposely guided him out of his room and made him attack Horror. Eventually Nightmare stepped in, he knocked Dist out and locked him in the dungeon as well to avoid any other incident like that. No one knew Ashes caused everything and Dust didn't remember, but it was always fun to remember Dust about it. At the time, she was the one watching from outside of the bars.

Her chains rattled again, as she moved into a standing position and got to the bars, gripping them and pressing against them.

"C'mon, silly. You wanted to talk with me, you can talk. Or do you have better things to do?"

She saw him hesitate. She saw him pull his hood higher up. She watched him walk away, his footsteps echoing in the dungeons.

And she was left alone again.

This... this is actually true.

I've got a ton of stories going on in my head, Soulless!tale only being my favorite, and I can tell from personal experience that the best ideas come when you're bored. Once I was in a six-hours long car trip, only my mp3 to entertain me because my phone didn't have battery. I played my playlist, put it on loop and just... stood there. Staring at nothing. For six hours. Of course, there were occasional pauses, to eat and pee, but besides those it was all the same. It was the same day I started thinking seriously about this AU of mine, and started building FC's (not canon name) personality. Next thing you know, I already sketched out in my mind some episodes of them interacting with people from across the multiverse.

And obviously, school hours play a big role in helping me develop my stories.

By posting this I just wanted to say... be bored. Because that's how you find inspiration for your stories. And maybe, maybe one day it'll end like with Tolkien.

You will create a masterpiece worshipped by those that will read it years later

Video by Jed Herne on YouTube