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I want to thank you guys again for all the feedback! It's filling my mind with all sorts of ideas—better ideas! Of course, we'll still stick to the base script, but diverging just a bit never hurt anyone.

Post #17 - Reference Sheet

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Okay, I need a bit of consistency in the comic, so I decided to just quickly sketch up a base idea of what each character (well the main three) should look like throughout. I'm still stuck on finding a good skin shade for Frisk. I know she's supposed to be dark skin, but I still want the hint of that yellow we see the original model have—gah! Maybe we should just forget about adding a hint of yellow and just keep her a very realistic human color? Is the color above realistic? I think it looks okay, but then I don't. I'm too indecisive. This will just have to be a future me problem.

Also! Drawing Sans sucks major balls. My brain wants to draw a skull, like a human skull, but you see, Sans does not have a human skull. He has a cartoon character skull—face actually because I swear to God, its just... I can't do what I did with Papyrus (God, I enjoy drawing Papyrus). We can't go all realistic for Sans otherwise he doesn't flipping look like Sans! He looks like some random skeleton unrelated to Undertale. He has this stupid peanut head that I just want to squeeze and watch it pop! Fuck Sans. Fuck Sans right to hell.

Wow, I feel so much better after getting that off my chest.

Anyway, I was going to include this whole explanation of how much I want the setting of the Underground to be super low income Americana, inner-city in some areas, rural trailer park in others, motel baby, RV vagabonds bumming gas from strangers, blah, blah, blah. Would this be moving far away from base Undertale? Sure, I guess. Yeah, maybe. Do people want to see me bring all my transgressive edgelord shit into a very unrelated franchise? I suppose that's a yes? I mean, I did a bit of that with Lugubriosity, but I'm talking about going all out with my art and this story. I've been holding back, trying to keep things to what people are used to? God, I don't know, but I really wanna explore more. I want to get dirty and grimy with my artwork, spread my fuzzy moth wings and tear into some old fabric in the nearest linen closet, you know, not so pretty.

Here are few inspirational pictures for what I mean:

I love it. I wanna draw it, write about it, just consume it in all my media. But is it appropriate for Undertale? Perhaps not. Perhaps so. I'm torn on what I want to do, and now I'm just ranting and rambling. Half of me wishes I just stuck to writing, but then another half really wants to see this story visualized.

I guess I should just get the rough draft done and see what happens next. I already butchered this beloved franchise so what's a little more? I'm curious if others care to see this in the story? Otherwise, I could just get super dark and dirty with an original idea whenever I get around to it.

Rough Draft: Scene 2 Page 8

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A Chapter Left to Die

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✔ - Vote in the poll.

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…

Back from the Grave

Hello! It’s been 90 long neck-breaking years—or just one month, but I’m happy to be done with this round of edits for my novel.

I’m currently in a mood of absolute hatred towards that cursed book, and I just want nothing to do with it, but that could be due to all the dissection and reconstruction I had to suffer through. When I usually write fanfiction, I’ll get the rough draft done, and then do one edit (if I’m feeling pretty spicy I might do two) and then I post and instantly reap the reward of being done with a chapter for good.

With my original novel not only am I going back and do edit after edit, but I need to do it over the span of 300 pages, 70k words, and no long breaks in between. When I say I have never felt so overwhelmed by writing, well, I’ve never felt so overwhelmed by writing. And the editing is not fun on top of that, not at all, and this isn’t even the last round I need to do! And after I finish my part I still need to get a line/copywriter and then the beta readers, and then proofreader…it’s never-ending!

But, when I finally get to the end, there will be no greater feeling. I’ll feel so proud, so accomplished, because I would’ve done it. I would’ve published my own novel, and that alone reminds me that all this torturous work is well worth it.

There will be a new post for Fawn soon. Getting this project done will allow me to let out a major sigh of relief, because damnit, if I could just get a single chapter of a comic done that would be super ultra amazing. Once I finish with chapter 1, I’ve been debating changing course and trying to create a comic rendition of my Sonic fic—but God, if my Sonic Character drawing skills say hell no! Let’s not even…

Oh! And I almost forgot to include a song.

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The many versions of summer…erm—Frisk lol.

The Salt Circle https://archiveofourown.org/works/35240278/chapters/87819139

woah, i just had to say, i was reading "immature intrest" on a03, and you genuinely might be one of the best writers i have ever come across on that site. originally, when i saw the tags, i was scared it was going to be another weird insane fetish fic that i was going to traumatize myself with 😭 but holy shi u blew me away dude. its so well written, and ur ability to write such complex subjects is astonishing. its the first time im very avidly following a fic! im js hoping for a happy ending 😭

Aww! Thank you so much for this very kind comment. I will admit that Immature Interests was just one factor that inspired me to try my hand at an original novel. I’m letting my creativity run wild while still sticking closely to a plot. It’s a hard story to write, but one one that I enjoy.

Thanks again for reading, and I definitely have a happy ending planed for this story! :D

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

is their any plans to upload the comic on ao3?

Speaking as someone who has embedded a few photos on Ao3, it is definitely not an ideal site to upload images. Because of that, I’ll likely only link back to the first chapter (I hope to have a scrolling format for the finished comic so it’s easier to maneuver through the pages) when I post the new fanfic.

Perhaps I can add the cover art and maybe page 1 on Ao3? I might change my mind depending on how things develop.