BTW i see these posts all the time like "ohhh i dont know what to comment on fics.." and every response is "keysmashes! or hearts!! anything works :3" and thats GREAT!! thats helpful!!
but: consider. if u genuinely like analyzing writing.. do u know ur just allowed to go through and quote your favorite parts and ramble abt what they mean to u and the author will LOSE IT WITH HYPE?
genuinely. i felt SO WEIRD the first time i did it.. but like. holy shit authors love it. its crack for authors. the first time i did it, it was on a fic that hadnt updated in half a year, give or take, and the author made 3 updates that month BECAUSE OF MY COMMENT.
LIKE. as an author every comment is INCREDIBLE!!! but also, dont feel like your comment has to be short or otherwise ur invasive or smth!! authors ADORE long comments more than ANYTHING.
[Player]'s SOUL from my undertale au: Player:[VOIDTALE]
[Player]'s Sans SOUL
More from my au: Player:[VOIDTALE]
Prolog -Opening:
If you were to compare the number of every individual species on Earth, the human species would be the main inhabitants of planet Earth. However, when you compare humans, who are non-magical creatures, to the number of sentient magical beings, you will find that they only make up about half of Earth’s inhabitants. If you go even further? If you compare the human species to the number of every magical creature, sentient or not, the human species only makes up about 35% of Earth’s population.
That said, with their numbers, they still hold a greater weight in most of society. Especially after they began to learn how to use their own magic, gifted by our gods. Though humans used to be born without magic, some families were blessed by the gods for their devoted belief.
Witches and Wizards are the backbone of the human’s strength. It’s the only reason they continue to hold such influence on the world.
Perhaps… our gods had never sought to include themselves in the happenings of our world… perhaps… things wouldn’t be like this now. Fighting over the rights of magical creatures.
Do they deserve to live? Are they too dangerous to the ‘wonderful and mighty’ humans?
What absolute bullshit.
To think any human would have the gall to believe something like magical creatures not having the right to live. When the only reason they have stayed on top is because they were given the ability to wield magic by our gods.
Our gods; who rule over the nine realms. The Dragons of Asgard.
Dragons.
Our Gods - dragons – are magical creatures, and they have the gall to think themselves better?
A/N: This world's structure is based off of Norse Mythology but that is it. Besides the existence of 9 realms and using the same names, nothing else is the same. In other words: Thor, Loki, and Odin don't exist
- Background Lore
- Character Sheets
Sans
[Player]
Frisk - NA
- Story
[Player]'s Past -WIP-
Patterns Undone
Chapters: [1] RESET [2] -WIP-
- Art
My art:
SOUL - PERSEVERANCE Frisk - Undone Frisk - Free.
Others:
Void!Sans
Working on a mini soukoku comic that I'll hopefully actually finish
Got the idea during science and it won't leave me alone so I must draw
I might make it digital... eventually
...hopefully
Anyways, it's pretty dark considering the first picture I drew was of Dazai attempting...
Oh and with that second au I mentioned, I'm currently changing some of the bigger things so it will be a bit
Background Lore
[Player] goes through many genocide runs, taking their pain, frustration, and stress out on fictional characters
After yet another genocide run, [Player] true RESETS the game but gets caught up in [irl] problems, unable to return to the game
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In 'Frisk's' sudden disappearance, Sans becomes more unstable than he already was (genocide route over and over again)
Sans grows restless waiting, constantly on edge
In a fit of desperation and his spiraling mental health, Sans tears his soul out
-his justification being that 'Frisk' will just RESET when they notice he's not there
...He doesn't die somehow, but feels... content, no worry, no fear, no sadness,... no joy, no... happiness...
...void
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[Player] awakes with a horrible, splitting headache in a field of... yellow flowers
[Player] doesn't have a soul of their own as they aren't from the world, as such, their body latches on to the first/only soul with no body, Sans' soul
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Frisk wakes up in the flower field once again... they feel... strange
It feels as if something has changed, something has left them...
They feel... free
ABOUT:
Sans
[Player]
Frisk - NOT OUT
A/N: Feel free to send in asks about the au or sans!
x gn!detective!reader
cw: dazai calls you bella/belladonna | word count: 250<
a/n: trying a different layout 😌 wrote this in like 20 mins too... writers block aint getting me today
dazai is always there when you have overtime. no matter how many times you check to see if he's doing his work, there's always that one document that he mysteriously has to finish off. you assure him all the time that you don't need company and that you'll see each other later, but he doesn't listen. ever.
"looks like it's just us two again, huh?" his voice is too happy, too much for your liking. he's leant forward towards your desk, chin in hand and that silly smirk on his face.
you try to keep your eyes on your papers despite the slight distraction, but it feels all too difficult with his presence in the room. "i guess so." you sigh out.
"since we're alone..." he pushes away that one piece of paper on his desk, and holds his hands together, looking as innocent as he possibly can. "can i have a kiss?"
"no."
"yes."
"no."
immediately, he pouts. "bella?" turning your head away, you ignore him, but your attempt keeps him persistent. "belladonna?"
a frown appears on your mouth and you groan exasperatedly. "what?"
"i love you." a sudden confession.
how can you be so angry when the love of your life is giving you such a sweet and genuine smile? for a moment, your eyebrows furrow, and then a smile of your own creeps onto your lips. "i love you too."
"so... kiss?"
"no."
"aw..."