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Hello!!! Are you going to continue You’re No White Dove? You write them soooo well 😭
Hi anon! Thank you, that's very sweet of you to say 🥺💖
I'm absolutely still working on NWD! My intentions for the fic haven't changed and I still consider it an ongoing project of mine. I've got the rest of the chapters outlined, so we've got the roadmap. Just have to fill in what I can when I can lol.
On that front, I'll be honest. I left a very stressful job earlier this year and didn't realize how badly that place affected my mental health until I was away from it. I'm still slowly reintroducing old hobbies back into my enclosure, but I lost some confidence in the process so I'm being gentle with myself and just taking it day-by-day.
Little check-ins and comments like this really help, so here's a lil teaser for you as thanks for sticking around <3
Hesitant, you slowly nudge open the door. You know what lays beyond this shadow-filled threshold. It’s Nightmare's personal study—off limits to everyone in the castle except under his express permission. Your stomach flips, skin prickling with the feeling of danger, but you can't turn back. A faint, wispy cackle echoes down the hallway behind you, and your decision is made for you. There’s no other way forward.
You tentatively poke your head through the cracked door, peering inside. Nothing appears out of the ordinary. It's just as you remember it; shelves upon shelves full of books, a small sitting area with a fancy couch and several chairs, and Nightmare's massive blackwood desk in front of the towering floor-to-ceiling windows on the far wall. The fireplace crackles merrily with purple-tinted fire.
It's empty… all clear.
You ease yourself into the room, creeping through as quietly as you can. The open balcony door lets in a gentle breeze that ruffles the papers on Nightmare's desk.
Where can you hide?
Maybe under the desk? Or you might be able to climb down the trellis outside… but you have no idea if it’s strong enough to hold your weight. Urgency born from unease carries you further into the study, moving as quickly and quietly as possible, and—
…Wait.
You pause, glancing over your shoulder at the fireplace. Something about the color of the flame tickles at your foggy memory. It's a noticeably lighter purple than the magic you sometimes see Nightmare use.
Odd.
And now that you think about it, why would the fireplace be lit if no one was—
Chk!
From the direction of the seating area comes the snap of boney fingers… and both exits slam shut in a swirling rush of violet.
Realization pours over you like a bucket of ice water.
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Tbh, any ship that has classic in it deal with a lot of toxic bs is a favorite to me.
Like, please put this man with his murderer version and make him realize how fucked up he actually is in certain circumstances. Make him think he is the worst person alive deep down and doubt himself, even when technically whatever happened to his murderer version if it happened to him it won't lead to the same results. But they're the same person, how could he not think of that?
This makes me go feral so bad you don't knowajja ebjwiajjajsjjd
Dust x classic is an otp in this scenario, it wouldn't work out and the dynamic is so fucked up. like yes please Dust make Classic worse bajajjsnsnsjjdide.
YESSSSS YES YES YES YOU GET ITTTTTT
Put Sans in a scenario where he meets a FUCKED UP version of himself. Put him through an internal crisis of "am I really capable of that? Is that really something I can become??" Like oh my god the conversation between him and Dust on the lengths he went to to kill the human. Sans wouldn't fucking believe it he'd think he's getting duped.
And then the learning about each other. He's a curious guy, he'd want to know the whys. The how's. Learning why Dust did this, what strain forced his hand like that, the traumas and ghosts that follow him. Finding the pieces of himself that remained in this guy who's so similar yet so so so different. Transitioning from the horror of knowing he's capable of committing these abhorrent things to coming to understand it and finding some fucked up sort of empathy. Because at the end of the day, that hollow reflection is still just that -- Sans' mirror-self.
Okay what i wouldn't give to meet an irredeemable version of myself and learn who I could be pushed to become
