Man The Swan Is Adorable It Make Me Wish Papyrus Has POCD Instead Of Being A Real Pedophilia Growing

FAWN: Chapter 2

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i felt your vent but i bet it gave you more ideas right? can only go up!

Thanks so much for the encouraging words, and it did! I’m bursting with marketing ideas, and it’s honestly exciting, if not a bit scary. There’s a bunch of business shit I started this year, including the book I’m writing—which I have some interesting news about, so why not use this response to address it.

I’ve been weighing the pros and cons of connecting my author pen name to this account (or the fanfic account). The book will be out for ARC in July (if I stick to schedule) and published by late August. It will have a lot of the same elements I typically write about; a ton of body horror, monster men, and all the dramatic feels. Great, cool, but I’m aware that a lot of people who read fanfiction might not be interested in original fiction especially from a no name debut author. I was this way for a while until I rediscovered my love for book stores, found out there was a whole flipping genre of novels that had all the messed up stuff I like—told primarily by indie authors, and quickly became a book hoarder.

I say all that because I’m questioning if it would be worth it to “expose” my very spicy fanfiction to any future readers if those who enjoy the fanfics aren’t exactly the same audience who will enjoy my novels. Again, I’m using a pen name, and if the business goes well, I’ll be self employed, so I don’t really care too much about my personal life getting thrown in the mix. I guess I’m worried about not being taken seriously as an author, or who knows?

Bah! This is becoming a personal blog! I haven’t even posted the next page of Fawn, yet I’m doing a whole lotta venting. I might just share the novel regardless. I will need a few beta readers in June, so maybe Tumblr is a good place to find some?

Rough Draft: Scene 2 Page 8

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Post #14 - The Faces of Frisk

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I went to my first convention this past weekend. It was definitely an experience seeing people in cosplay in real life—I even dared to dress up. While there, I came across so much inspiration for my art that sparks flew through my brain. It was definitely a much-needed trip.

So enough of that! I have finally gotten around to sketching out different ideas for Frisk. These are just rough drafts that mainly play around with hairstyles, (she will still wear the signature bangs and bob. Option B is simply my fun little way of showing her face) and skin shades. I'm open to keeping her a Simpsons yellow too so anyone can easily see themselves in her—or maybe not considering her circumstances lol!

Either way, I think it would be fun to vote on it! (once I figure out how to create a poll, that is).

The previous poll appears to be neck and neck with a suggested AU and an original AU (based on the comments and the poll numbers). We will create from scratch to keep things simple while heavily referencing Underfell, that way we are technically doing both options. Below are the results.

Thanks again to everyone who voted! Once I figure out how to embed a poll in this post I will make an edit to include it. In the meantime, if you like any of the options, feel free to comment, and your vote or suggestion will be noted.

Edit: I’m stupid, all I had to do was edit this post to get a poll in—not create a whole new one. Hahaha…

Post #27 - Plans of the Past and for the Future

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So I'm 9 days off, but I wish you all a very happy New Year! I have a big post coming up soon (I know I said that in October) as well as a detailed road map for the FAWN project. Some things have changed...again, but these changes need to be made to ensure we actually get a finished product. I'll explain it more in that post.

As for this post, I found some old plotting for The Salt Circle that I thought I'd share just to get back into the swing of posting. I used a program for the map but I cannot recall which one off the top of my head as this was about two years ago. You can see through the list below I was attempting to better gauge each skeleton. I also had some very very rough sketches that I started for each version of the brothers. I might clean those up and post them in the future. Don't let me forget because I tend to do that.

If you would like to check out The Salt Circle, you can find it here.

I'm slow to update, but I made a promise to myself that I will never drop a story even if I temporarily fall out of love with it. But, of course, that might mean a story will drag on for years and years--this year I am going to make an effort to change that starting with me posting the last 10 chapters of the Sonic fic.

So many stories, and so little free time.

happy easter!

I might be reading this super late, but Happy Easter to you too! 🐰 🥚

Post #29 - Big News, Big Changes

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Finally, I’m here with the so-called big post! I might’ve overhyped this a bit, but that comes with the territory of having long stretches of radio silence. 

So what’s up?

I have decided to make changes to the direction of the story (again). Instead of the comic being the primary form of storytelling, it will be the fic instead. What does that mean for the comic? It will continue until chapter 10, and then we'll see where things take us. I rather start small so I can write a conclusive narrative within a reasonable time rather than attempt to manage something far too grand for my current abilities. Depending on how things turn out, I can always start another mini-series in this universe.

So, FAWN the comic will take place about a decade in the past from FAWN the fanfiction. Chapter 1 of the fic will be posted tomorrow, and once it is, I’ll update this post to provide the link. I have a little under 10 chapters written already, but if my brief obsession with Avatar this past month and a half has taught me anything, it's that I can pump out 50k words within five weeks if I really have my heart and soul in it.

To iterate, the fanfiction is not only going to be a rewrite of Lugubriosity, but it’ll continue the story. I know, I know, you might be wondering why would a cancel Lugubriosity in the first place then, and my answer to that? I simply wanted to write a more cohesive narrative, but I might’ve bit off more than I could chew when I initially pulled the plug. All I can do now is take it one step at a time.

The discord is in an unfinished state, but fuck it, I might as well post it so I can gather feedback regarding character backstories, world-building, and all. Below is the link to its beta state. I’m currently in the process of putting together a FAQ for the fic, and already gave a few questions their answers, but if you’d like to add your own, feel free to. I'll slowly piece it into a presentable state within the upcoming weeks.

New pages for the comic coming soon. Thank you to everyone who has been following this very slow journey so far! Honestly, if it weren’t for the pokes I get on Tumblr, I might’ve abandoned this project a while ago.

Discord Link

Fanfiction Link

Post #24 - Lugubriousity Rewrite

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First, I want to thank everyone for such warm reception for the last page of chapter one of FAWN. Seeing all the reblogs and likes just lit up my whole week.

Now onto the topic of this blog. As I was reading through Lugubriousity to prepare for the next chapter of the comic, I realized just how sloppy the story is. Yes, I know this very fact is the reason I started this project in the first place, but I feel so compelled to just clean things up, make it better. That’s what I’m currently doing. I will be releasing a PDF containing the first part of the story soon, before moving onto the second part, and lastly the third part sometime afterwards. I already wrote three new chapters for the beginning of part one, and I’m in the process of editing the rest to create a more comprehensive narrative.

The characters are going to have personalities much closer to canon, the setting of the Underground is more expanded and complex, and I will hopefully rid the fic of its many plot holes. Oh! And it’s no longer told in the Underfell universe, but a standalone one uniquely for Lugubriousity/FAWN. All previous tags still apply, so major content warning. I’m excited to get this out for readers to enjoy.

These 3 PDFs will be the new “canon” narrative that the comics will draw from.

That doesn’t mean I will be taking down the original, no not at all! It will stay up on Ao3 for all to read and enjoy, and in order for me to track my writing progress.

Now I have a question for you guys; should I upload the rewrite to Ao3, or only stick with the PDF copies that anyone can pass around and do with as they wish (beyond sell since I believe that is illegal for fanfiction)?

Post #28 - Some Sonic Sketches

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This isn't a Sonic blog, I know, I know, but I sketched these a bit ago for a Discord server I'm no longer in, so I figured I might as well post them for the world to see. While I'm at it, I'll plug my Sonic fic. Now am I saying this is what the characters look like in the story? Not sure since I describe them as their usual canon selves in terms of appearance, so actually probably not. But for now, this is just one of many of my interpretations. :)

A Chapter Left to Die

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Before I decide to throw in the towel with Lugubriosity, and start again with Fawn, I started this chapter; the real chapter 35. It is only the beginning of an interaction that I intended to lead into another major plot point. Because Fawn will be slightly different, I'm not against exposing the plans I had for this chapter.

Guy, Hunny's father, approached Sans under the guise of friendly bonding. Guy, unlike Sans, was aware that Papyrus raped his daughter and got off scot-free—in fact, Papyrus was now seen as a hero in the community. Guy seeks revenge, of course he does, but he obviously doesn't stand a chance against the newly promoted Captain of the Royal Guard. Now Sans, on the other hand, was a disowned recovering dust-addict. Most monsters wouldn't even spit on him if he were on fire. The end result should be obvious, right?

Only it's not, and we know it's not because the following day Sans was taken to Gaster's lab to prepare for the ritual. So what happened? Perhaps we can explore this question in Fawn.

The Dump had everything a monster could ever want. All sorts of crap fell down here from the hole in the sky to give them a sprinkle of heaven—not that the surface was all the hoot. Nothing but junk, some would say, but despite it being crap, it was crap that wasn’t the usual crabapples or nice cream sandwiches with more nice than cream. When he was younger and he managed to pull his little brother and himself out of their hellhole of a home, the Dump was their new father. It sheltered them, entertained them, fed them, and on the occasion when scarier monsters came looking to do awful things to a couple of weaklings, the Dump protected them.

The Dump was a better father.

Sans stared at a particularly cozy hole between two deflated tires. It would be perfect for hiding if he were two times smaller and three times thinner. Fat asses, such as himself, would be better fitted for a fridge. Skeletons didn’t have fat—tell that to his big bones, he thought.

He chuckled.

And his eyes spotted an old treadmill on a pile of junk. Half of him was tempted to yank it out of the trash pile and—actually he would. No one could tell him otherwise, no one was home now to object or demand he get the filthy thing out of the house. For the first time since Papyrus became a ward of the Crown, Sans lived alone. He hated it now just as he hated it then. At least back when they were kids Paps would write to him, call him, and see him as frequently as the system would allow. Half an hour ago was the last time he’s seen his brother in over two months, and it was simply a passing glance, a brief touch, before Sans did the one thing he was good at; he disappeared.

Sans clenched the handle of a rusted tricycle to pull himself over a busted refrigerator. His once clean khakis were stained in old orange juice when his knee crushed a convenience store bag. He didn’t mind it. He also missed when he was allowed to embrace his inner slob. Alphys mentioned something about cleanliness and godliness, and he never once pegged her as the Mother Mary type. Science and religion tended to clash more times than not, but it could just be a phrase she read in a manga. They were so known for spewing Bible verses right?

Sans got to the top of the trash pile quicker than he initially expected. He felt pretty victorious, like the king of a castle, and the Dump was his kingdom. An empty popcorn pile leaned against his once white socks. He picked it up and placed it on his head, and along with his roach-regal headwear, he snatched a cracked drain pipe from the pile next. From this moment forward, it shall be his staff, and he shall boss around every rat in this horde.

He smiled at himself.

Paps used to love playing pretend. His favorite game was the knight in shining armor destined to save them all from the dragon's destructive path. Everyone deserved redemption, that’s what his brother believed then. No soul left behind no matter how damaged or unwanted.

How did things get so—

“Howdy up there!”

Sans spun around so quickly that he nearly lost his footing. On the ground below was a monster shielding their eyes from the sun in order to see Sans. The Dump was brighter than most places Underground. Here, there was the rare blend of artificial and natural sunlight. “Need any help?” Sans had to squint to make out the face. He recognized it.

The bunny guy from his druggie support group.

He threw the pipe down and shook off the popcorn carton. Suddenly this whole situation felt mighty ridiculous. Why the hell would a skeleton need a treadmill?

“No, uh, I was just…” Sans started to climb down carefully to prevent any broken bones. His back was already on fire by the time he made it half way, but his back was always on fire since Grillby shoved that pole through his spine, so that was nothing new. “I’m not homeless or anything.” That was the first thing he said when made it back to solid ground.

The bunny guy—was his name Guy?—helped him up. “Hey, I’m not knocking it. I know I usually find a lot of great stuff here.”

“You’re into dumpster diving too, huh?” Sans wiped his hands on his shorts. There were black stains on his palms, and when he sniffed it he smelled oil. “I spotted a cart in that pile if you need it for your grocery shopping.”

Guy extended a handkerchief towards him. He laughed like Sans’ comment was the funniest thing in the world and not an insult. “No need. We stocked up on food yesterday. I’m working on getting all of my bunnies back, even have a social worker coming on Monday, so I’m prepared. ”

Sans rejected the handkerchief. Another asshole who lost his kids? Why wasn’t this shocking? Probably because Dans saw the state of his junkie girlfriend that morning. At least they were putting in some kind of effort.

“I really love my kits—“

“Well, sounds like your spot will be next on my list. You got any Fruit Loops or Cocoa Puffs?” Sans chuckled at his joke, a joke forced into the conversation so he could avoid hearing about the oncoming family troubles. Guy raised a brow in confusion, and Sans would’ve gone through a whole demonstration explaining what he meant, but that would ruin it. Plus, maybe it was best he didn’t realize he was joking about robbing him.

“I’ve never heard of Fruit Loops, but I have plenty of Nice Cream that I’m willing to share.” That friendly smile returned on his furry blue face like all was just so peachy in the world.

Sans scoffed. Fuck this guy…