iluvdragons0740
Just a random person on the internet. Goes by she/her. Minor.
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Well SAME GOES FOR YOU-
reblog if you have skilled writer friends and you're damn proud of them
Ahhh, the ever lasting fear of posting or saying anything about anything really. The fear of being silly or rambling about my characters. Gets me every time :')
Fun random fact about me
I have never, ever simped for any fictional character
But one
Yes there is only one character I simp for
Good luck finding out which one >:)
Hint cuz I feel merciful: he belongs to an AU of the UTMV
TEEHEE MY DAUGHTER :DDDDDDD
Cringe never exists in my dictionary
A Void is now found in your favorite monochrome time loop game
Also the dragon oc in the third pic is Tamilla, an ISAT OC by my friend @iluvdragons0740!
Howdy! Welcome to my little corner.
How can you call me? I go with tons of nicknames! You can call me Dragon, Draca, Luv, Luvy, Luvia, Cherry, Drago or Draga for short. I don't mind any nickname. Take your pick :3
I'm just a random minor with too much imagination and writing projects, no skill in drawing whatsoever, and absolutely no social life. I'm also Aroace and on the Autism spectrum.
I got tons of fandoms I'm in, off the top of my head Undertale, Deltarune, In Stars and Time, Omori, One Shot, Epic the Musical, Hamilton the musical, Mouthwashing, Arcane, Slay the Princess and Gravity Falls.
I'm also an aspiring writer, and will maybe rant about random fanfiction/OCs here. Mainly Undertale related things.
Also asks are completely open! Feel free to throw whatever you want at me ^^
I got an ao3 account with some stuff if you wanna check it out!
https://archiveofourown.org/users/Dragonflame3232
Also, here's a link for my discord server where I'll talk abt my ocs too if you want to join
https://discord.gg/79zhBezRF7
*looks around*
Dang this place is dusty
Anyway! I got in the mood to write about two silly little characters of mine aaaand I also got an ao3 account! (I got it months ago but shhhh details)
Check it out and tell me what you think!
Random rambling cuz I'm bored but I really don't understand how the monsters got their Happy Ending on the Surface after Frisk freed them. Like. Have you seen them. They have little to no knowledge on humans, they thought it was a really good idea to have a child as an ambassador, they are literal monsters. So many things should have went wrong while interacting with the humans. Undyne destroys things if she's too energetic and literally thinks humans are like in anime, Papyrus would definitely piss someone off even if not on purpose, and the humans definitely had at least the instinct to react with hostility. Heck look what happened to Chara and Asriel. And let's not talk about the fact the monsters killed human children to get out of the Underground. And yes, I know this game was made to be silly and Toby Fox is silly and the game isn't supposed to focus on the Surface, I'm not against the Happy Ending we've got, I just don't understand how it happened without accidents
I'm not gonna do Bad Sansuary entries anymore. Lack of motivation+school hit me hard in the face and I just can't find it in me to continue writing. I'm sorry.
Bad Sansuary day 11: hands (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 >_<
Every character belongs to its respective owner
Ashes belongs to me
Bad Sansuary belongs to @owl-bones
It had been a while ever since anything interesting happened. There hadn't been missions nor supply runs as the Boss was satisfied with how everything was going for now, and nothing special happened in the castle also as Ashes seemed to tone down her "pranks" a little ever since what happened with Horror. He had to say, she recovered pretty well considering what he did to her. The others questioned what happened to her incessantly when she came back but whether she knew what really happened or not she avoided all the questions.
Everyone was busy doing their own things, Killer down in the training room because he probably wanted to send away some of his boredom by beating up the dummies, Dust was in his room probably taking a nap or doing something with his phone, the Boss being in his office as always handling whatever paperwork he had and Ashes being somewhere in the castle, either wandering or with Killer. Ever since what Horror called the Lesson she seemed to take a particular interest in Killer, neglecting Horror and Dust, not that they were complaining really. The more time she stayed away from them the better.
As for Horror, he was actually in the living room with some wooden blocks besides him and some little already carved wooden statues on his other side, him working on one right now. He had some carving knives in his hands, and used his sharp claws to carve little details from time to time, putting everything he finished on his right side and taking another block from the ones on his left to repeat the process again. Every statue he had was some kind of animal, mostly preys like bunnies but some were also predators, like the bear he had just finished drawing, and some being things from his AU like the cannibal Temmies that lived in Waterfall or the beasts that roamed Snowdin's woods that terrified even him.
Not many people knew that Horror liked carving things. Well, he didn't like just that, he liked doing many things that usually involved using his hands. Back in his AU he could only do it with set things that were useful, like sorting through the food they had or recalibrating his puzzles when Papyrus insisted on it, but here he wasn't under as much pression so he found different things he could do. Of course some things he kept, like sharpening his weapons or going through the food stocks, but he had also found that wood carving and a few other things coulddo the trick. It was kinda relaxing, it kept his hands and his mind occupied on the task he had and he could forget where or who he was for a second, just doing things.
That was until a certain someone ruined the quiet and came to disturb him in the middle of carving another statue.
"Sooooo, wassup big giant?"
Ashes popped up out of seemingly nowhere, getting near his table and grabbing one of his statues. She inspected it close, looking at it for a few moments before tossing her up and down in the air, catching it before it hit the pavement before throwing it again.
"Whatcha doin with these little things?"
Horror sighed and muttered a curse under his breath. While it was true that she wasn't as damaging as before, Ashes was still very annoying without being a straight up problem. He made sure all his other statues were safe before answering, eyelight still trained on the block he was carving now.
"You blind? I'm carving some things."
She just chuckled, propping herself up on the table with her arms under her as she laid her chin on her hands with a smug expression.
"Jeez, no need to be so pissy, I was just asking.~"
Horror knew she wasn't just asking, she was searching for entertainment and she conveniently found him so now she'd annoy him. Even with what he did, she could never be scared off that easily and always came back.
"Ohhhh, this one looks interesting~"
She took another one of his statues, representing one of the monsters back in Horror's AU, and looked at it closely before starting to juggle with it and the other she had snatched earlier, making complex tricks with them and looking at Horror
"Aww, not impressed? Oh well, guess I'll have to step it up a notch then~"
And with that, she summoned a fireball and started juggling with it too. Horror immediately got a little tense, but made no move as he just observed Ashes with a wary eye. She had pulled some stunts like this before, but he tended to notice they almost never ended up in destruction, and he knew Ashes was laying low recently, so he wasn't overly worried. Still, he kept a close eye on her as she juggled with admittedly impressive skill, sometimes even using one hand while the other took other statues and added them in. When she eventually stopped, she piled the statues in one hand while grabbing the fireball with the other and extinguishing it by closing the hand, putting all the statues back in their places. She giggled at Horror's surprised expression.
"I see I managed to impress you~"
Horror stared ar her, then at the statues before asking
"Where'd you learn to do that"
At this, her smile got a little wider, as she tilted her head and answered
"You're not the only one who can keep secret hobbies, big guy."
She paused for a moment, staring into the void, before adding
"Once you do what I did and learn what I learned, it's easy to develop skills with your hands very, very quickly. But you know all about that, don't you?"
At that, Horror stayed silent. It was true. The only reason he was so good with his hobbies was because of what he did back in his AU.
"Aaaaanyway, I'm going to see if I can find a bird to hang to the ceiling. Cya!~"
And with that, she was gone.
Bad Sansuary day 10: careful (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 >_<
For this one I asked for help, like in a few other cases where I asked to different people, and my friend wanted it to be mentioned so that's why I'm telling this. Credits for the original idea (that I modified a bit) go to @rain0099
Every character belongs to its respective owner
Ashes belongs to me
Bad Sansuary belongs to @owl-bones
Horror wasn't angry. He wasn't furious, nor irritated. He wasn't annoyed.
He was straight up pissed.
He had been able to keep the anger in for a while, not reacting to anything Ashes did or said no matter the lengths she'd apparently go just to piss him off. He had been able to ignore everything, quietly holding his grudge instead of hurting Ashes in return. Meanwhile she kept pushing all his buttons, as if she wanted to see him snap, and purposely went out of her way just to see him suffer.
At first, it was only "innocent" things. Moving around some things in his room (he still had no idea how she managed to get in), stealing some things and hiding them around the castle or taking random small animals like birds or frogs and trapping them in his drawers or somewhere else in his room. Then, bored, she shifted her focus to the kitchen, doing the exact same things on the food and observing him as he searched around the castle just to see his face.
She was quick to notice how playing around with food took a much bigger reaction out of Horror than messing with his room, so she took it to the next level a few days after noticing that. She started to not only steal food just to retrieve it to the kitchen days later when it was rotten and mold had grown on it, but also to ruin perfectly good food by throwing toxic things in it while it was cooking, leaving him extremely distressed.
But she had reached the breaking point when she set fire to the kitchen, and as Horror was staring at the flames crackling in front of him, he felt a rage very similar to the one that brought him to destroy the Core back in his AU. He didn't care what would happen, or if there would be consequences to what he'd do. Now that Ashes had crossed the line, he made it his personal goal to make her regret ever doing that to him.
It took a few days to gather enough food to replace what had been lost, and a few more to prepare all the traps. Then he made sure that whatever Ashes did she wouldn't be able to escape the little game he prepared. He waited patiently for the right moment until everything was perfectly in place, hiding what he was doing to everyone else including the Boss and Dust and Killer. They didn't need to know, and he wouldn't want to get in trouble with the Boss.
Then, after he was done, he waited until Ashes' guard was low and he could take her out without anyone noticing. It wasn't easy to do but he still managed, knocking her out and dragging her into the area of the woods outside the castle he had filled with his traps. He knew Ashes was somewhat immortal, he had seen fatal attacks stab through her and her take them out like they were nothing, but she was still somewhat affected by the pain, seemingly becoming more broken and crazy every time she went through intense amount of it.
He waited until she woke up, observing her from the shadows as she slowly examined her situation like this was all some kind of game. It didn't take long for her to fall into the first trap, a rope snapping around her neck and dragging her into the air, suffocating her as she hanged and tried to get down with no success. He watched as she got free after a few minutes of slowly suffocating after the rope apparently snapped. He was a little disappointed it hadn't held very long, but he was immediately satisfied again as Ashes fell into a bear trap that snapped around the lower half of her body, barely getting free before an axe stabbed through her after flying off of a tree and she was actually showing some signs of difficulty.
She forced her torn body to move forward, probably searching for an exit but only managing to fall through more and more traps as Horror could basically see whatever sanity she had left dwindle down with each and every painful trap she fell into, getting cut and stabbed and burned alive and drowned, and sometimes Horror himself would carry out the executions by taking advantage of her fragility and ambushing her directly, "killing" her with great sadism.
After a very long while of basically torturing Ashes, he left her alone there and got back to the castle, pretending like nothing happened. Odds were that the freak wouldn't remember a thing, and he'd be able to get his revenge without getting into trouble for it. He knew Ashes probably wouldn't suddenly be nice to him, but he knew that she wouldn't mess with him ever again, and he still got his revenge so as far as it concerned him, if she didn't do anything else against him they were even now.
She would learn to be very careful around him from now on
Going to post entry ten and eleven of Bad Sansuary together tomorrow because I couldn't write entry number ten today
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.
Bad Sansuary day 8: yearning (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 >_<
Every character belongs to its respective owner
Ashes belongs to me
Bad Sansuary belongs to @owl-bones
Everything was eerily quiet in the AU, everyone either hiding or already dead. Horror could hear the sounds of destruction and Blasters firing some blocks away, Dust and Killer having been sent to cause some destruction and generally be a distraction, while Horror and Ashes had been sent to rummage through some houses after swapping roles with them, them being the one terrorizing survivors before. They wanted to try and make positive AUs more negative, bringing Dream to a disadvantage in terms of power and making sure that what happened with Ink a few missions ago wouldn't happen again.
Horror broke into the Snowdin Shop, kicking the door open, and Ashes sauntered in after him, looking around with an "excited" expression like she had never seen the place before going up to the counter and jumping over it to go to the other side, Horror following her. They both rummaged around, Horror stealing all the food while Ashes took all the gold and sparkly things she could find, stocking her inventory with them.
At one point Horror found himself staring at a little doll he found on the counter, reliving memories about a little bunny girl back home, a girl whose life had been cut short when the Core shut down, one of the many he couldn't save from starvation and Undyne's guards. He held it tightly, his sharp tips of his phalanges piercing through some of the fabric as he remembered how it was back home. He didn't often let himself remember the life in his AU, but sometimes the memories got the best of him like his hunger did. The living hell it had slowly become after Frisk crossed that Barrier. His hope that slowly dwindled as things got worse. The things he had done, and the things that had been done to him. And then he remembered of before the famine, before Undyne's coup, before Frisk. He remembered a time that if not perfect, was peaceful. Where he could still smile and laugh. Where people weren't dying left and right like mosquitoes. Where they could all be happy.
Once, he wished for things to be fixed, to find a solution to all his problems, to find a Happy Ending. Now, what he truly yearned for was for everything to go back the way it was before. For everything to be normal again.
But of course, he couldn't be that lucky. Even if the Boss did let him go and leave the gang, his AU was one of the few who didn't have Reset. He was stuck. And would probably be for a long time.
"Whatcha looking at?"
He was snapped back to reality as Ashes, who was leaning over the counter, looked at him curiously, a bit of malice in her eyes as she looked at the doll he was still holding and then back at him.
"Ohhhhh, reminiscing the past, ay big guy? Didn't take you for the nostalgic type~"
He tensed up a bit at that, but she simply tilted her head and stared him right in the eyes, waiting for him to say something while holding her hands under her chin. He hesitated as he answered
"Just... Thinking about back home, that's all."
Her smile got a little wider, and she leaned over more, arms on the counter
"Lemme guess, you want things to go back to the way they were before, hm? Before everything got messed up"
He was taken aback by this, and gave her a cautious look.
"How do you know that?"
She giggled, getting back into a more normal position.
"C'mon, we aren't that different you and I!~"
Then she stopped, seemingly reflecting for a moment.
"... Alright no that's a lie. We are very different. But it's not so unusual for people as messed up as us to wish to go back, to yearn and crave for normality. When everything was simpler and all that. I find it boring to be honest"
Horror tilted his head, reflecting on that. It made sense, at least in part. He surely wasn't happy with who he was now or what he did, and definitely found his old life much more bearable. He looked at Ashes, a question forming in his head, and he asked her:
"... So what do you yearn for anyway?"
At that, she blocked, eyes snapping to his and staring him with a weird expression as her smile froze on her face. Horror actually started to get a little unnerved before she suddenly got normal again and spoke up.
"Nothing, everything, who cares? We are never gonna obtain what we want anyway. So why even bother?!"
Horror was actually a bit worried at that, but when he tried to answer the Boss teleported in the shop.
"Horror, Ashes. The Stars are here. We need to go"
"Of course Boss!"
Ashes said that with a cheerful tone, as if nothing happened, and winked at Horror. Nightmare surrounded them with his tentacles. Then everything faded to black, and they left the AU.
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.
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.
Bad Sansuary day 5: missed (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 >_<
Bad Sansuary belongs to @owl-bones
Dust belongs to @ask-dusttale
Ashes belongs to me
Dust knew Ashes was a very tough opponent. He saw how she fought in battle, when they attacked AUs and Dream and the Star Sanses showed up. She threw herself at the enemy with reckless abandon, taking hit after hit with nonchalance and hitting hard and fast, leaving little to no room to dodge or attack back. But he expected her to be very bad at dodging, seeing how she basically threw herself into the enemy's attack.
Seeing how this was a sparring match where the first one to hit the other won, and seeing how he was pretty good at dodging, Dust expected to have at least a slight advantage on her though.
It wasn't until they started fighting that he understood how badly he had miscalculated.
She was quick to react to his incoming attacks and somehow managed to avoid and squeeze through every single one of his patterns, putting up a good fight even when he tried to change his patterns to catch her off guard. In return, he dodged every single one of her attacks even if with some difficulty, and they kept going at it for some time.
Dust could see from the corner of his eye socket Killer and Horror watching intently, waiting to see who would come out on top in the end. The two of them already fought and were placing bets on how his fight was gonna go, Horror betting on Ashes while Killer thought Dust was gonna win.
Dust snapped back into the fight when a fireball flew by his face, missing him by a few inches. He took a step back and retorted by sending a few bones at Ashes, which she ducked under and sprinted back up and towards him to try and get closer, as Dust teleported away to get some breath. He could feel the exhaustion of the fight starting to settle in, he was determined to win this but Ashes was starting to wear him out. He noticed then that even though she was still going strong she was starting to show the signs of he body getting tired as well, she seemed to not care about it but it was clear she couldn't keep going for long without collapsing.
Dust steeled himself and sent some more bones at Ashes, making some of them come out of the ground as well to which Ashes responded by summoning some fireballs and also sending waves of fire after Dust, who did his best to dodge them, getting his hoodie burned a little but he was quick to put the fire out. He stared at Ashes, trying to guess her next move, and she just smiled at him, sharp teeth flashing at him and eyes locked in his. She summoned flames on her hands, slightly shifting position, and Dust summoned a long bone as he braced for the impact that came a moment later, Ashes launching herself at him with flaming hands and him parrying with his bone.
They stood there wrestling for a few moments, Ashes grabbing his bone staff and him trying to get free and hit her with it, locked in this position where no one could hit anyone. Eventually Dust tried to free himself by jumping back, but Ashes was onto him immediately and tried to take a few swings at him, as he dodged and tried to find an opening to teleport away and attack.
He found himself in a position where he could push Ashes back and get an opening, so he did and teleported away, taking a second to catch his breath. He had to end this quickly, and as he looked over at Ashes he could see she thought something similar. They were both gonna drop soon, and Dust wanted this to end as quickly as possible.
He got an idea, focusing all his remaining energies on a Gaster Blaster and a few bones who trapped Ashes and didn't let her escape the range of the Blaster. She looked up at the Blaster with an almost crazed expression, and she raised her hand as she summoned her own sort of blaster as well, a dragon skull he had sometimes seen her use in battle that spit a powerful blue fire. They both charged up their attacks, then let them fire with all their remaining energies.
The beams of energy and fire clashed in the middle of the sparring arena, and Dust immediately felt the toll as he fed his Blaster more and more energy, gritting his teeth and feeding it one big final wave of energy as a final resort, causing an explosion which let out a lot of smoke as Dust collapsed against the barrier of the sparring arena, gripping at the ropes tightly to sustain himself and waiting for the smoke to clear.
As the smoke slowly faded, Dust saw Ashes' figure slowly get clearer. She was kneeling down, clearly exhausted and panting heavily but still smiling somehow. Dust checked her over for injuries, but he surprisingly found none as he slowly realized what happened.
They both came out unscathed from the match.
It was a draw.
Bad Sansuary day 4: rain (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 >_<
Bad Sansuary belongs to @owl-bones
Dust belongs to @ask-dusttale
Ashes belongs to me
The atmosphere was eerily quiet. The dust of fallen monsters swirled in the air of the Waterfall of this AU, remnants of a Genocide Route. If Dust had to guess, the human should be in Hotland by now. Giving them plenty enough time to grab what they needed from the abandoned houses and shops.
The gang had gone on a supply run when Horror noticed they were running low on food and Nightmare declared they had to take new plates and glasses to replace the ones Ashes had either hidden away or straight up destroyed. Dust had also decided to take advantage of the situation by grabbing some other things that would be useful to him, like some alcohol. Recently he had been running out and he suspected someone was stealing from his secret stash even if he couldn't be sure.
He went around from house to house, having already pillaged all the main shops and trying to find something interesting that maybe some people left behind in the urgency of the evacuation. Aside from some spare gold, he didn't find anything of value, and he was getting increasingly frustrated until he saw movement out of the corner of his eye and he immediately snapped towards it, completely focused. Could that be a survivor? Someone that was left behind? Dust snuck out of the house he was in to get a better look at them, but they disappeared behind a corner, him trying to follow them but whoever it was always stayed just out of his sight even when he tried to teleport. He didn't notice how far he was being led until he felt some raindrops falling onto his hoodie and he noticed they were in the area of Waterfall where it constantly rained. He pulled up his hood more to shield his face from the drops, and kept following the figure. Eventually, he saw their silhouette standing in the darkness in front of the statue with the musical box in it, just staring at it. As he carefully got near, he noticed who it was. Ashes. She was looking at the statue with an empty expression and an empty smile, the raindrops falling onto her face and down her cheeks looking like tears she was shedding. She didn't seem to be staring at anything in particular, instead looking with vacant eyes in a spot just over the statue's head, eyes sometimes snapping left and right as if she was seeing or hearing other things nobody else could see. She didn't even bother to repair herself from the rain, letting it fall on her drenching her.
Dust carefully got nearer, approaching her slowly until he was basically beside her and wordlessly stared at the statue too, trying to find what was so interesting about it. It was basically like any other of these statues he had seen, some pieces broken and scattered all around it. When he was about to just go back to the others, Ashes spoke up.
"Isn't this beautiful? This rain, this constant pitter patter on your skin and on the ground?"
She turned towards him, sharp eyes searching for something in his expression.
"I like to imagine that every drop is a lost soul, struggling and falling to its inevitable demise, destroying itself while something else gains from it. Listen to them falling, can't you hear them scream?"
Dust was actually a little unsettled by these things she was saying, but before he could do anything she continued.
"The screams are always there. But hearing more of them, drowning each other, it almost brings something to my heart, something I know I can't feel and will probably never get to feel again. I think they call it peace"
She turned around again, her smile getting a sharp and dangerous edge.
"But I'm sure you know all about screams and being haunted, don't you? Maybe even more than the others. After all, the price you paid for your freedom was the souls of everyone you thought you cared about. Do you think their ghosts still haunt this earth?"
"I'm gonna see if there's anything interesting laying around"
Dust inhaled abruptly, staring at Ashes with surprise and rage. He wasn't expecting her to say things like these, anger was soon mixed with regret and self loathing because he knew she was telling the truth. He tightened his fists as he tried to come up how to answer to something like this.
Just then, Ashes turned around and started to walk away.
And just like that, she was gone, leaving Dust alone in front of the statue.
Bad Sansuary day 3: PDA (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 >_<
Bad Sansuary belongs to @owl-bones
Dust belongs to @ask-dusttale
Ashes belongs to me
(I snuck in an Arcane reference let's see who gets it 🤭)
What logic Ashes' brain followed, Dust had given up on finding that out a very long time ago. Still, the question came back at times, when Ashes decided she had nothing better to do than confuse him and piss him off. And right now was one of those occasions.
He didn't know why she suddenly started hugging him out of nowhere, or why she leaned on him and slouched her arm across his shoulders so often, or why she started booping and patting him. What he knew is that no matter how many times he tried to dodge her, she somehow always got him. He'd be lying if he said that didn't worry him a bit, since dodging was one of the things he knew how to do best. And yet no matter where he teleported away to, Ashes was always there. Then, after ambushing him into one of her attacks, she just went away and disappeared for a while, apparently no longer entertained by it, only to resume a few minutes later.
At least he had the satisfaction of not being the only one to have to suffer through this. Horror and Killer had been victims of Ashes' mood too, and Dust took advantage of the fact that Ashes was focused on them to get at least some peace. Currently, he was hiding in one of the rooms of the castle and hoping she wouldn't find him here. Last time he saw her she was finding entertainment with Killer, who decided to play along with this like the idiot he is. Hopefully that would keep her busy for a while, and give him a chance to relax.
"Soooooo, what are we doing"
Ashes was right beside him, a glass of an unidentified beverage in her hand and looking at him with wide eyes and her usual smile. He jumped back, trying to get some distance between them, but she grabbed his hand with surprising quickness and basically slouched onto him, leaving him to sustain her weight and slowing him down. Dust cursed in his mind. He couldn't even teleport like this, Ashes would teleport with him. Before he could struggle to get her off, she sipped on her beverage and then shoved the glass in his hands.
"Y'know Dust, I don't get it. How come every single time I decide to have a little fun, you always are such a mood killer and run away? It's not funny at all!"
Dust glared at her, stopping his struggle knowing it was pointless anyway.
"Why are you even doing all this?"
Ashes looked at him innocently
"What do you mean, I'm not doing anything!~"
He stared back unimpressed.
"What? I'm just showing my teammates a bit of affection! Nothing wrong with cheering you all up right?"
"We both know you don't just show affection for free. Don't pretend you do"
She dropped the act and shrugged
"Ever the sharp one ay? And as why I'm behaving this strange... You already know the answer no? After all you're smart"
Dust furrowed his nonexistent brows at her. She could be really annoying sometimes.
"Soooooo, I may or may not be doing this only for amusement, but you got some things going on as well. I mean you are acting more standoffish and grumpy than usual. You have personal beef with hugs?"
Dust looked at her dead in the eyes.
"I don't trust you with this. Should I?"
As he said that, she grinned, chuckling a little.
"Fair enough, fair enough. After all it's not like I'm the most reliable person you will meet. Wouldn't want you to end up bad just because you trusted the wrong person~"
She shifted, turning her leaning on him into a surprisingly strong hug that he couldn't get free from.
"You're doing great Chuck!"
She let go of him a moment later, heading out of the room, shouting something at him in the meanwhile
"Here, for your troubles!"
What did she mean by-
An explosion of paint went off from a device she strapped behind his back, and when Dust turned to check it out, his jacket was completely ruined. That little-
Ashes chuckled, disappearing into the shadows before Dust could get her, not showing herself for the entire day afterwards.
@doodlenovaa
Bad Sansuary day 2: show off (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 >_<
Bad Sansuary belongs to @owl-bones
Dust belongs to @ask-dusttale
Ashes belongs to me
Dust stared at the screen of the console with the image of game over for him for a long moment. Then he stared at the laughing mess beside him going by the name of Ashes. Then he looked back at the screen, confused and trying to figure out what just happened as Horror and Killer, who were also playing with him to the game that just ended, stared in awe and surprise at the screen as well wondering the same thing. In all of this, Ashes's screen was the only one showing the victory screen. And the little showoff was laughing her soul out at their misery
It all started with a relatively innocent series of events. Killer had challenged Dust to a round of Mario Kart 8 deluxe with a bet, Dust took it, and they spent some time playing when Horror joined as well. They had been playing for a few rounds before Ashes decided to let her presence be known... In her usual way
"Watcha doin?"
She had suddenly popped up from nowhere and jumpscared Horror by sneaking up on him while he was focused and asking him that directly to his ear. His natural reaction had been to pin her on the ground and spawn a few bones, but he got a hold of himself before butchering her head and let her go. Of course Ashes found it hilarious, but after her fit of giggles Killer explained what they were doing.
"Ohhhhh, nice. Imma join"
She sat down next to Dust, who scooted over a little, and grabbed a controller.
They spent a while choosing which of the battle modes they would play, eventually settling for Renegade roundup because Ashes was weirdly insistent on playing it for some reason. They put her in team with Horror and they called dibs to be Authorities. Dust was a little annoyed by that because despite the name, being an Authority was pretty cool, but he supposed it didn't matter since they'd swap later. Then the round started.
Immediately after, they found out she was better at the game than they predicted. She captured the other Renegades swiftly with a little help from Horror, the bots falling like flies in front of her ruthlessness, before setting off to finding and capturing Killer and Dust. She played with them like the cat and a couple of canaries, letting them go before capturing them again with a sadism Dust had seen her show only in battle. She let Killer free, but she never let him free Dust or the other Renegades and captured him only when there were only a few seconds left, leaving them staring at the screen bitterly. Then the next round came, the roles swapped, everyone got ready.
And they discovered the true reason why Ashes wanted to play this mode so much.
Throughout the entirety of the round, nor Killer or Dust managed to capture her a single time. She sprinted away right before they were going to catch her, pulling moves so incredible they didn't know how she pulled them off, teasing them by sprinting right in front of them and evading capture. Her and Horror won that round, and the round after, and all the other rounds, Ashes showing off incredible tricks just to mock them.
So at one point, they decided that she'd be playing against everyone else in the final round. They planned everything, building up an ambush, trying to guide her there and get her. They had her trapped, there were a few seconds left, Killer sprinted to get at her-
She used the feather she had in her inventory. And she jumped over him.
The game ended.
And now Dust was wondering where the heck did she learn how to play like that, but most of all he was fuming. It was clear she was just being a showoff for the entire duration of the game.
When he turned to confront her about it, she was gone
Bad Sansuary day 1: Differences (feat. Dust)
First time doing this, I hope it'll be fun.
I was planning on using a little OC of mine for this, since I think she really fits the Bad Sanses (ahem she's crazy ahem) so yeah, hope you'll like it. 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 >_<
Note: I rush-finished this story while up in the middle of the night and sleep deprived. Hope you still like it
Bad Sansuary belongs to @owl-bones
Dust Sans belongs to @ask-dusttale
Ashes belongs to me
Edit: reposted this because internet was acting up and erased it so I had to rewrite it T_T
It was a quiet day in Nightmare's castle today. A peaceful day. The halls were silent, Phantom hadn't popped up so far, Killer was nowhere near Dust so he couldn't pester him, and there were no missions they had to do. It was one of those days where you would be more than happy to just lay down on your bed, or in Dust's case the couch, and stare at the ceiling as time slowly drifted away and you sank deeper and deeper into your thoughts and into apathy until everything became meaningless-
Sounds of glass breaking and quiet giggles came from the kitchen.
... That was if Ashes didn't get in the way of the peace.
Dust groaned as he sat up from the couch in the living room and slowly dragged himself over to the kitchen, leaning on the door frame and observing the situation. The kitchen was the same as always, with an oven, a fridge, a stove, some counters and the shelves with the glasses and the plates over it all. The only difference was Ashes and the impressively big pile of glass shards at her feet. Also, the majority of the glasses weren't in their place, giving Dust a pretty clear idea of what happened. Ashes stared at the pile at her feet and erupted in a fit of giggles, her wide smile and crazed eyes rivaling his own when he was in battle or having a breakdown. He just stared back as she locked eyes with him, then grabbed a handful of shards and threw them in the air, making small clinking sounds when they hit the ground again. Dust was pretty sure Ashes cut her hand in the process, but didn't comment on it as she sauntered over to him like what she did was completely normal. She did a big bow almost like she was mocking him with it, then spoke in a teasing and cheerful tone.
"Why hello there my fellow team member with dead spirits following him around! I hope you had a good nap there on the couch~”
Dust ignored that as he looked at the glass shards on the floor.
"You're gonna get in trouble with the Boss”
Ashes put a finger on her chin as she tapped on it in a fake contemplating motion.
"Eh, I'll get out of the punishment alive! ... Or maybe not, who knows, who cares, certainly not me!”
She turned her back on him and then bent backwards, staring at him all the meanwhile.
"After all, death is just a social construct and life is just an illusion!”
Dust didn't even blink at that. He was used to her shenanigans by now. He also was used to her random fits of chaos causing, whether that be through breaking stuff or pranking, her eccentric personality and her nonchalance about death in general. Because sure, it wasn't like everyone here had a particular fear of death, but she straight up laughed in front of it. She took hit after hit and somehow, always seemed to come out alive.
Ashes smiled as she booped him in the nose completely at random. Dust retreated a little from her at that, a little annoyed she just booped him for no reason.
"Why did you do that?”
She shrugged.
“It's fun! C'mon, mood killer, don't be like all those people who can only see their own point of views. Be fun, be strange, be different! Normal is so overrated don't you think?”
She kept smiling that unsettling smile as she got past him and out of the kitchen.
“Well, I'm gonna see how many birds I can kill and then string up to the ceiling. See you~”
She left the kitchen with a small laugh, leaving Dust there alone.
He stared at the jagged pieces of glass as they reflected back a broken version of him a thousand times, thinking about what Ashes said. Most of the time, she said mainly nonsense to confuse him and the others, but this time he actually started reflecting on something he never really stopped to think about before. Ashes really was something different from everything he had ever seen.
She was a peculiarity even among them, the most famous gang who caused evil in the Multiverse. In a Multiverse full of versions of yourself, you could hardly be considered different from others. Ashes could manage that effortlessly. Dust was pretty sure there weren't many versions of her or one of her species for whatever reason, her monster race alone setting her apart from the rest. She wasn't a skeleton. Her true form, a dragon, was often replaced by a more comfortable shape of semi-human looking disguise. Even if they were all more or less crazy here, Ashes took it to another completely different level, one that even Killer and, Dust suspected, Nightmare couldn't fully understand. She reminded Dust of himself or one of the others during a breakdown, but on a constant scale and ten times worse. She didn't seem to care about anything (the Boss, the missions, the other members of the gang) aside from one single crucial thing: chaos. It was like she fed on it like Nightmare fed on negativity, and Dust doubted anyone knew how or why she could. Ever since she willingly came up to Nightmare and asked to join, something that never happened before, she got more and more of a mystery for the inhabitants of the castle. And let's not get started on her power to consume souls to get stronger.
She was different from them all in everything, from physical to mental. Nobody knew why. And Dust found himself uncomfortable as he discovered he didn't know if it was either for good or bad.
Since I somehow got my motivation back, I'll put Soulless!tale away for now to do some renovations to it. Don't know if I'll be able to finish it though, my motivation is staring at me while going for the cold depths of the afterlife. Sorry everyone.
*resurrects from the dust to announce this*
Mhhh
Yeah maybe I'm gonna participate, just have to clear up a few things
I know it might sound silly to ask because bad sansuary is all about making art about either self insert or reader or oc or whatever else ships with the bad sanses, but can I write some of the prompts without making it a romantic ship? Like I do a self insert but it's not about anyone falling in love with anyone it's just about how I would interact with them following the prompts. I know it's a stupid question but eh, I would like to know if I can still participate in my own way
yes of course, that's not a silly question at all! if you don't wanna write romance you're not obligated to ^^ you can write platonic stuff, just the bad sanses interacting with each other, etc!
Question
Is it really a headcanon if you're the creator and you decide what is canon and what isn't?
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.
Hi my friends...
❤❤🤍🤍💚💚🖤🖤
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