Iluvdragons0740 - Dragonflame

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Wtffffff

i might not show it, but the discovery that in undertale, sparing only papyrus while killing everyone else leads to sans telling papyrus their friends are on "vacation" n would be bsck soon has been on constant replay in my heart for years

this game's guilt-inducing prowess is unparalleled. there is quite literally no other route you should ever take playing this but TRUE PACIFIST

LIKE OHHH U MISS HER?! OHHHH IS THAT SO?? OH OKAY HAHA... I SEE HOW IT IS... it's not even me who's played this route and i still feel my sins freaking salsa dancing on my back

additionally, if you spare everyone but choose to kill papyrus (which, by the way, warrants turning urself in to the authorities as there would literally be no greater evil than Thy), the noticeable shift in mood is palpable in snowdin:

PAPYRUS IS THE HEART AND JOY OF SNOWDIN IM GONNA CRY

and now for my least favorite piece of dialogue abt papyrus' death:

reading this at first i was like pshh the hell does this even mea- OHHHHHHH PAPYRUS' DUST IS ON US DOGGO IS SMELLING IT ON US OHHHH MY GODDDDDD HE THINKS WE'RE HIM

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.

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So I have this character, a variant of monster kid, that for many reasons when he grew up became a merciless showman that does many shows (mainly on card tricks) and that manipulates others and never lets himself get involved in a fight. Now of course this is not all, but this is how the world sees him, and that's all you need to know for now. He was a big friend of Frisk back in his childhood so of course he is friends with FC (not canon name) as well.

I was scrolling through shorts on YouTube, and I came across that really old meme that goes like "gentlemen, gentlemen, let's be civil about this." And I suddenly became shocked, because I realized "Dang, this is a thing so in character for him, why didn't I think about this before?". Imagine. He is in trouble, he is surrounded by enemies, he can't escape, and he doesn't care and goes "Let's make a deal!", like he couldn't care less about the fact he's in danger and keeps up the playful and careless facade. And when they mock him and say "And how do you intend to kill us?", he simply smiles and, almost apologetically, says "Oh no, I can't kill you. But my buddy can! Say hi, buddy!", and boom! FC appears out of nowhere pissed off (like, REALLY pissed off) and says "hi" with a menacing voice that is warning "you touch my friend, I end your life". Just imagine. How the heck is a meme so fit for him?

(I can't find the original meme, so I'll attach a copy. If anyone knows who the creator is please warn me)

https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&source=web&rct=j&opi=89978449&url=https://www.tiktok.com/%40turtle_brownie/video/7206989987693300999&ved=2ahUKEwizu9br982EAxUMcvEDHRqQCb0QuAJ6BAgQEAE&usg=AOvVaw2iCsdcqnNnORM4qBAYzi2B

Barely anything happened lol

fic writers in the tags tell me the fic you're most proud of writing. any fandom, ship, no ship, any length etc. whatever work makes you go "oh i wrote this" and elaborate why if you want

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 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