Yup.

Wait.

The button is still here so maybe...

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Eheh.

Eheheheh.

EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH.

Oh, I'm back.

*insert stayed gone reference*

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You have broken my notifications XD (not mad, it's bloody funny)

Oh, I'm not done yet

Wh- HUH- WHAT-

Hold up I need a moment to process-

Well SAME GOES FOR YOU-

reblog if you have skilled writer friends and you're damn proud of them

Ah, ah...

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! 😊

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...

Ok, here we go. First of all, oh my god your drawing is amazing, I cannot properly express how thankful I am because of the fact you made it. Shame that isn't their canon look, they look more like a fusion between Frisk and Chara. Second of all, the answers

1) FC has the memories of both Frisk and Chara, and yes, their personality is a mixture of their consciences, but somehow they are neither...? It's difficult to explain, but take as example, idk, a cake. There are many different ingredients, and the cake is a mixture of them, but it's at the same time something brand new. I'm trying to show it in the story in the clearest way possible, but it's difficult because in my vision Chara and Frisk are very different, and they are still soulless so they don't get to show much of their personality anyway. Right now, they are kinda apathetic and very confused on what is going on.

2) yes, the spirit produces everything regarding your trait/magic, and in my vision IT is the culmination of your being, not the soul. Let's say the spirit is you. It obviously changes from monster to monster to human to human, producing this way different kind of magic attacks (for monsters) and traits (for humans)

3) kinda like monsters, yes. It's a nice way of putting it, never actually thought about it before. Anyway, as I said the spirit produces determination (physical) and USUALLY, the soul stores it. HOWEVER, since both the soul and the body were gone their determination (physical) condensed to survive, this way forming a very unstable vessel. The soul usually stabilizes and controls it, but unfortunately that is not an option anymore. So yeah, you're right. Exploding means all the determination they have suddenly lashes out in a burst of energy so intense, it can actually destroy not only the AU itself, but the entire UTMV. Yes they are that determined

4) yes, yes, and yes, their determination (physical) is so condensed it acts like a physical body. Imagine like it changed its molecular composition, while still maintaining its characteristics.

Hope my answers satisfied you, and don't worry about the number of questions. I enjoy answering them. I have a little favor to ask you though, next time could you please ask them with the ask button? Thx.

Hey, I noticed you seem to be interested in the AU I'm working on, and I wanted to 1) thank you 2) tell you that if you have any doubts about it, you can ask and you shall be given a detailed and long answer

Greetings! Yes, I'm quite interested in AUs which involve the Player in some way. I love seeing the idea being explored. I have many questions regarding your AU, Soulless!tale. Since you did say you'd give a long answer. I'll try to limit the amount of questions you'll respond to. (I'll be referring to the Player sometimes as we/us/our)

Does FC have a combination of Frisk's and Chara's personality or is it fully separate? Or is this completely irrelevant as they are soulless? (Flowey has a personality despite being soulless)

Does the spirit produce everything involved with magic? Like magic attacks and food? (I would guess the food is laced with magic as they miraculously heal us/our vessel)

Since FC's body is just condensed determination. Does this mean they are similarly built to monsters? And the reason they can be at risk of exploding (no idea what this means) is because they don't have a soul to stabilize them?

HP and physical health are different from one another, yes? And HP only can get hurt by magic attacks while physical health can only get damaged by physical attacks? What does this mean for FC? As their body is made from magic and can only be damaged by physical attacks. Is their body just so condensed that only physical damage can be dealt?

This is all for now. I have other questions but they aren't as complex/interesting as these one's I gave. I am looking forward to your answers and your AU! It sounds very interesting! Have this ms paint doodle of what I imagine FC looks like!

My day, today

SFX: piano crash, splat

I am flooded with activity

also my stats because why not

@doodlenovaa

Every boop I receive shall be returned tenfold.

*Menacingly stares at the boops received*

*Crazily smiles*

Prepare for my wrath (metaphorically of course)

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.