Sorry To Be Negative On The Dash But..... Y'all Need To Be Nicer To Fanfic Writers. We All Know Interactions

sorry to be negative on the dash but..... y'all need to be nicer to fanfic writers. we all know interactions are decreasing, and even during the nine months i've been on here, i've noticed a decrease.

tell writers you like their works. comment on their works, reblog their works.

some of you act so entitled, and idk if you've noticed but you're literally making writers miserable. it makes me so sad to see my mutuals deactivate because the joy of writing has been taken away from them by ungrateful readers who are constantly demanding more, more, more, to the point where people are experiencing burnout and anxiety because they can't keep up with the constant unrealistic demands.

reminder that even though it takes you five minutes to read 1k words it might've taken the writer hours to get the words down, proofread, edit, and make the perfect fic layout.

some of you complain that there are no "good" fics anymore, yet you do nothing for the fandom, do nothing to support writers and just hide behind anon and blank blogs, complaining about every little thing till you've driven all writers off this site.

it's so tiring. please be kinder. we're all trying our best here.

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Player:[VOIDTALE] - Patterns Undone

Fandom: UnderTale - Player:[VOIDTALE]

TW: Spiraling Mental Health, mentions of dissociating (not DID)

POV: Void!Sans or Player:[VOIDTALE] Sans

Chapter [1] - RESET

He couldn’t take it anymore. Days blurred together in his dissociated state of mind. It was monotonous.

Objectively, he knew there were other timelines but he could not recall seeing them with his own eyes. Perhaps he had some long time ago.

What even was time in the context of so many RESETs?

If he had, he’d long forgotten it in the face of so many genocides.

He could hear the familiar call of his brother from outside of his bedroom door. He was tired. Stars above, he was so fucking tired.

What was the point in anything if this was what it led to?

He used to believe the anomaly would grow bored of the same thing everytime. How wrong he was.

Now he questioned if the anomaly even had a higher level of conscious, was the anomaly an entity capable of thought? Or was the anomaly an ‘it’, like a parasite, something that needed violence like a fish needed water, a human needed air? Could the anomaly get bored?

Was Frisk, the child, conscious of the actions the anomaly made? Could Frisk fight the control? If Frisk could, did Frisk care to? Did the kid let this happen, give in willingly?

Loud knocking disrupted his chaotic thoughts. He let out a groan of a response so his brother knew he was up and did not need to be dragged out of bed.

He let himself fall into that hazy, dissociative state of mind once more, going about this day the same way he had for every RESET before.

It took him a bit to notice through his hazy mind.

…

The kid was late…

Next Chapter: [2] -WIP-

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