The Ambassador
It had been a month since the barrier was destroyed, life was agitated for everyone, specially for Frisk as an ambassador, it was no easy task to be taken seriously as a 12 years old kid ambassador trying to convince an entire race of humans to allow monsters to live in peace among them, after all, monsters had been sealed away for so long humans had already considered them infamous mythological beings of nothing but bad news, but at least it had been long enough for them to almost completely forget why'd they seal monsters away in the first place.
Frisk was not alone in the task though, as leaders of their kind, Asgore and T
Manictale Short Stories - Whispers by Ink-Mug, literature
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Manictale Short Stories - Whispers
“n' then he flew aaaaall the way to the snow” he said with a husky voice as he gesticuled with his hand to no one in particular. He knew that the lady couldn't see his gestures, but he didn't care.
Toriel's laughter echoed through the door and reached Sans' ear. Her voice was the prettiest sound Sans had heard in ages. It enveloped him with a warm, comfortable touch, caressing his body and Soul, summoning a feeling within himself he thought he had long forgotten. He could hear her moving in place as the fabric of her dress rubbed against the stone floor.
“You don't say...” she said in between chuckles
Remnant
He curled tighter on his messy bed, gripping at himself as the very shadows seemed to grip at him. No....nononononononono go away...y...you're....
"Come now...." A voice whispered, the sound like bubbling tar and death whispered against his skull. He covered his head as the shadows curled around him. Large, thin, bone white hands gripped at his shaking shoulders. "You know what to do..."
No....no you're dead.....dead! Leave....leave me be..... He gripped his skull tighter, scratching at it and leaving marks. You....you're gone...
"Gone? Oh...my dear Sans...." He shivered as his name was spoken and he felt a hand trail his spine. "
We All Have Our Nightmares by X-I-L2048, literature
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We All Have Our Nightmares
Rating: T
Characters: Dipper Pines, Stanford Pines
Summary: Wierdmageddon is officially over, and Gravity Falls is still (mostly) standing. Families have been reunited, injuries have been treated, and the town is slowly but surely rebuilding. For Dipper Pines, however, the apocalypse is still a bad dream he can’t seem to fully wake up from, no matter how hard he tries. His great uncle can relate. Companion piece to this pic.
Warnings: blood, injuries, mentions/aftermath of torture and abuse, minors with PTSD, elders with PTSD, shameless self-indulgent family fluff
Also contains brief speculation for Weirdmageddon pt. 3. Basically, w
Dipper and Mabel vs The Future: Alternate Ending 2 by flowerpower71, literature
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Dipper and Mabel vs The Future: Alternate Ending 2
The red car zoomed crazily through the streets of Gravity Falls. Stan's foot pressed the pedal down until it touched the floor. The engine roared loudly in the Pines family's ears and people dove out of the way of the speeding vehicle to avoid being run over. Said people in return would shout obscenities at the car and in worse cases, give him a certain gesture which involves using a finger.
Stan paid no mind to any of them however. All his concentration was set on getting his twin to the hospital as fast as he could. "How's he holding up back there, Mabel?"
"He still wont wake up!" the braces wearing girl responded, her voice paniced as sh
~Ford gets some much needed medical (and emotional) care after being publicly tortured… Nothing explicit aside from vague reference to how he survived. No ships. Just fluff and feels and apologies and family bonding and Gideon yelling at Stan for a bit.
This is written from a neutral standpoint of both brothers having issues that contributed to their feud so if you fall firmly on one side or the other… be warned you might be angry at this. Also, this assumes that everyone involved experienced some part of weirdmageddon.
***
A chilled evening breeze, laced in the scents of grass and evergreen, blew through the broken walls a
Brother!FrancexChild!Reader: Not my Day by FlameRiverAlchemist, literature
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Brother!FrancexChild!Reader: Not my Day
Flower held tight in her hand, a little (h/c) haired girl with (e/c) eyes ran through the house toward the master bedroom. She had a smile on her face as she opened the door and saw a lump in the white bedsheets in the bedroom. She shuffled forward and poked the lump, making it move a little. A groan was heard, and she began to poke the figure even more.
"Ma petite fille... (Name).... shhh..." a voice said and the girl puffed her cheeks out.
With a huff, (Name) crawled up onto the bed anyway, "Wake up, sleepy!" She cried, making the lump's blue eyes snap open.
"Quoi? Sleepy? (Name), it's seven in the morning..." the figure comp
It Is Bad to Be [READ DESCRIPTION] by Seutani, literature
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It Is Bad to Be [READ DESCRIPTION]
It is bad to be fat, too skinny, average, curvy.
Blonde = Stupid, Black = Emotional, Brunette = Boring, Red = Soulless, Colorful = Too Creative
It is bad to be gay, trans, heterosexual, lesbian, asexual, pansexual, demisexual, bisexual, etc.
It is bad to be Christian, atheist, Catholic, Agnostic, Jewish, Muslim, Hindu, Buddhist, Polytheistic, Monotheistic, etc.
It's bad to be a different race:
Black = Dirty or Nigger, White = Racist or Cracker, Hispanic/Latino/Latina = Illegal, Asian = Alien
It is bad to be a woman, man, or genderless.
It is bad to be homeless, middle class, rich.
There is a judgement for every single person
Whether you bel
Papas!BTT x Tween!Reader [ What Did You Do? ] by Hairbun503, literature
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Papas!BTT x Tween!Reader [ What Did You Do? ]
Full Title: Papas!BTT x Tween!Reader [ What Did You Do To Deserve All This? ]
You smiled happily, brushing out your [h/l] [h/c] hair with a brush/comb.
Today was the day.
The first day your Papas were letting you attend school, instead of being home schooled. Your Papas, the personifications of the nations Spain, France, and Prussia (now East Germany), had always been very...protective of you. When you were a young, little colony, they'd seen how fragile you were, and how even the slightest disturbance in your economy or people would make you sick for days on end. But, after a lot of begging, you'd finally convinced them to let you attend