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The end of Sweet as Sugar
There obviously be massive spoilers ahead.
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Well everyone, it's complete. Nearly two years, 32 chapters, and a novel 100,000 words longer than any modern publisher would accept...
Sweet as Sugar is done.
There may be an epilogue, for the sake of cuteness...but the meaty bits have been broiled to perfection, and served up scrumptiously for my readers to enjoy.
I don't know if I ever mentioned it- this entire story was born from what was, originally, a third-person custom fic for a dear online friend of mine. After the first few chapters, she requested that I rewrite it as a reader insert...and here we are. But the idea of it, the very first scene inkling of what would become SaS (though I didn't know or plan for it at the time or in fact at any point until very recently), actually came from an imagined confrontation between Gaster and Asgore, with a glitching, broken Gaster defending his family. It was entirely unrelated to SaS- was meant to go in a different fic entirely. It's interesting then, as you'll learn in just a moment, that the two ideas were reunited again in the end, when I never fully intended them to be.
So many of my works start that way- a climactic moment that I work backwards from and find the story within. That hunt for the little details inside of what would otherwise be the single, huge moment...it's my favorite part of writing. The curve of a woman's hand, the expression on a person's face- those things are what makes a story come to life.
So.
A fun fact- Papyrus was meant to die at the end of this story. As he tore the mage's soul free from his body, Riker shattered his with one last desperate attack. The death flags were so strong that I actually had to go back and retcon some things from previous chapters- the idea that enlightenment made a monster a glass cannon was a big one. That they could do tremendous damage, but their soul was essentially exposed and vulnerable for the duration. A lot in the last five chapters had to be 'lightened' too, tiny tweaks in vocabulary here and there to justify a happier, less severe ending.
There was a very heartbreaking scene of Gaster 'welcoming' him as Papyrus passed him by, going to a peace that Gaster couldn't follow to- literally the grim reaper pyschopomp of his family. In that ending, the reader and Sans, hysterical in their grief, instinctively entered a flawed enlightenment contract together out of pure desperation and heart break, which triggered a 'permanent' elevation of Sans into the boss monster he was meant to be. A snapped Sans, with her mentally-broken encouragement, raged through the (many more) followers of the arsonist present, who were now rabid after his fall stripped Riker's numbing magic off them. The fog of death spread through a corner of the city, with Sans hunting them using Riker's lingering magical signature, until Toriel and Asriel intervened- Asriel stopping the reader, letting her attack and scream into him instead, while Toriel kissed Sans brokenly as Asgore looked on.
The 'epilogue' was Toriel and Asgore separated, ruling as a now permanently divorced monarchy. Frisk and Asriel's relationship overcame the strain the Crown mage's deception put on it, and now took a more active leadership role as Asgore sank quietly into a sort of retirement, realizing how wrong he'd been at the end of everything. Sans and the reader lived a very quiet life in a large, empty-feeling home the crown purchased for them at the edge of the city, with her dog Cheezit and a stray cat Sans found. They weren't quite a couple, per say- there was little romance there, at least not for a long, long time -but there was a suggestion of some mutual comfort, which may have lead into one or two future sequel one shots of 'in very different ways, we both loved someone who died, and a piece of you became a fundamental piece of me during it, and now we literally share one soul permanently' explorations into what that relationship could have slowly become.
SO as you can see, big fucking difference haha.
BUT.
I actually have a windings generator connected to a shitty little custom piece of code/program on my laptop, and by complete accident, pasted a sentence into it. Seeing that sort of made me stop and think...and realize that, by accident, I had set up an equally plausible alternate ending. Gaster was present in the story, was contributing to the readers success, and helping guide her down the very narrow path to victory. And as a purely sweet and romantic thing, I had included that monster Souls shared visual and physical sense memories at the point of climax with someone they loved. Also that, in the universe of this particular fic, I had written skeletons as the resurrected corpses of physical humans... which meant the monster Soul within them had to come from somewhere, since it wasn't being created by the magical union of two monster parents. Where did it come from? Well logically, it came from the human that died.
The moment I kind of put the three together, I realized that there was perhaps an alternate ending to the story that I hadn't even considered. This happened extraordinarily last minute too- barely two weeks ago. The plot unveiled itself as I wrote it...and the rest is history.
I hope you enjoyed this, my dear Readers 🩷 And I hope you enjoy what's to come...;)
AUDIO POR DIOSSSSSS!!!!
Beyond perfect 🤣👍
Dude’s got pipes
Damn he is BELTING it.
This is the “boys will be boys” we wanted all along.
Also, get them a contract.
I play this EVERY single time it crosses my dash. This is joy.
Love it!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The Finale.
So often, as a human, you felt…bereft, in the presence of magic. You didn't have the correct ‘sensory organs’ to fully experience it like Monsters, nor had you grown up learning the specialized vocabulary to describe and express your impression of it. But small acts of power were always cool and fun to watch, like Monster street performers or professionals in different magical fields, or even just the little workings that all Monsters intuitively did as part of their daily lives. Comparatively, big acts of magic felt important, like Papyrus's first experience with what the books called ‘Enlightenment’, or the library spirit's incredible connection to you that had allowed you to even discover such a thing was possible, or when Toriel had essentially riffled through your brain that awful night after the charity gala. Even though you couldn't fully participate in every aspect of those enormous, world-shaking workings like Monsters could, you still felt awe in the presence of such events. Felt an innate respect and appreciation, and wonder.
What you felt, what you saw, then, as absolutely certain death raced toward you, was beyond comparison to any of those moments that had come before. Your mind scrambled and groaned under the stress of trying to comprehend it, unable to understand and so drawing comparisons to things you'd seen or heard of.
inventing some new EVIL tone tags
/pr = pressuring you
/m = mad at you
/f = forcing you to do this at gunpoint
/nj = not joking i want to kill you for real

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When you write the big climactic moment of the hot older brother coming back from the dead, but you're listening to hot bitch music, so you accidentally write him like the cuntiest motherfucker ever born
I made a tumblr account for this. Is theory of the mind getting an update anytime soon? </3
Hello my dear!
Yes, chapter 2 is sitting about 75% done in my drive- I got some nasty messages about it from people who are very weird about rick sanchez as a character, and it sort of drained my spark a little. But! It is not abandoned dont worry
On one hand, hot, dominant Gaster, that slaps you around and makes you take it.
On the other hand, sad little meow meow Gaster that cries during sex and fucks your brains out while thanking you for the chance
The ending of the latest chapter of Sweet as Sugar has me so anxious!
Ms Bee, you have a real good knack at describing things. I could just picture how it would have felt to witness Papyrus after he (borrowed(?)) her soul; how the feeling of something being wrong and being uneasy towards the end.
The WingDings!!? (I was so shocked, but pleased! Even more once I understood what was being said) I'm so excited for the next chapter! 😭
As a side note, it made me wonder what a story would be like of a Gaster x Reader where Gaster was stuck being only able to communicate in WingDings/ Monster sign language. Learning how to communicate and understand one another in a way sounds sweet 🥺
It sounds so cute and sweet and also immensely horny, because he might feel free to vocalize all sorts of private, horny, romantic things, assuming Readerchan can't understand him :3
OH HEY YO THAT FITS REALLY FUCKING WELL INTO THE 'MAD AS A HATTER' IDEA NOW DON'T IT
The ending of the latest chapter of Sweet as Sugar has me so anxious!
Ms Bee, you have a real good knack at describing things. I could just picture how it would have felt to witness Papyrus after he (borrowed(?)) her soul; how the feeling of something being wrong and being uneasy towards the end.
The WingDings!!? (I was so shocked, but pleased! Even more once I understood what was being said) I'm so excited for the next chapter! 😭
As a side note, it made me wonder what a story would be like of a Gaster x Reader where Gaster was stuck being only able to communicate in WingDings/ Monster sign language. Learning how to communicate and understand one another in a way sounds sweet 🥺
It sounds so cute and sweet and also immensely horny, because he might feel free to vocalize all sorts of private, horny, romantic things, assuming Readerchan can't understand him :3

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*holds up a dirty, plotlite one-shot of a tutor/professional nanny Reader and a much, much older Gaster*
WHO WANTS TO FUCK AN OLD MAN???
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
‘Everyday is an opportunity to learn, I GUESS,’ you thought sourly to yourself with a grimace, glancing up as the lovely clock on the wall chimed two in the thrice-damned morning. Tonight, you were learning that Monsters didn't wait for funerals, unlike humans. Their beliefs dictated that the spirit couldn't leave until it had been acknowledged (even if not necessarily celebrated, in the case of the rare Monster criminal), and so the popularity and love held for a person was apparently directly tied to how quickly their life was celebrated after death. In the case of someone as elderly, important, and fondly remembered as old Gerson, it meant that he'd fallen around eight earlier that night, not even an hour before you'd gotten in the shower…and apparently the funeral was scheduled for seven the next morning.
Toriel fretted while you tried on clothing in the bathroom. She'd shown up at your rooms with a rare Monster ‘fabricator’ at her side around one, and now the Dragonfly-esque person was magicking a suitable outfit into existence for you per your specifications, rather than even allow you or Papyrus yourselves to leave and get anything from home- a process that, according to your partner's whispered gossip, cost an ungodly amount of money to perform. But it was obvious that no one wanted the two of you out of sight...not yet, anyway. Not until it was ‘time’.
Alright. Its time yall.
I'm almost sad to announce it.
Part 1/2 of the Sweet as Sugar finale is ready.
Posting as soon as I have a celebratory cigarette and cry my eyes out- its been a beautiful year and a half with you all. Goddess bless and keep you 🤎
There will be a * marked in the story- please begin this video on loop when you come to it.
me, reading horny comments (I love them) from my readers as I actively write porn-
He is, unfortunately for. most, too large to be squashed with a shoe; being approximately brain sized. Depending on the depiction. Also looks a little cooler than just a worm but is very brain-worm like, yes.
EWWWWWWWWW (cool) EWWWWWWWWWWWWWW (the art is cursed in a delightful way) EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

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"what is that" That's Fresh. He's actually a parasite that can use Sans, or other beings too, as hosts and purposefully has a whole chill relaxed 90's bro vibe in order to seem harmless and lower people's guards so that he can parasitise them. Including the fact he uses an excessive amount of 90's lingo. He feeds off souls and it's actually incredibly painful for the host who is awake/aware through the entire ordeal (because he's a sadist). He also has a whole thing about his complicated relationship to emotions and ability to form relationships with other people. I adore him, he's scary.
that's a BRAIN WORM?!
hey chat
as someone who does not usually fuck with the whole AUs system
what the fuck is this thing