Here’s the Soulmate!AU collab@rickandmortygetschwifty and I did together! 🙂 It was so awesome to work on this with you; you’re so amazing ❤
Please, read @rickandmortygetschwifty ‘s part of the collab right here, under the cut!! (The comic will make more sense, after you’ve read it) Prepare to weep! The fic is long and heart-wrenchingly beautiful!!
For longer than you’ve known, you never truly understood
what a soulmate was.
Your first memory was of your mother hovering over you,
inspecting the reddening bruise that was blossoming over your knee. She was
looking over at you in disapproval, tutting as she tried to hush your sobs.You
couldn’t help the tears that ran down your cheeks as you cradled your leg and
begged your mother to make it stop hurting.The pain you felt was unlike
anything you experienced before. And so you cried and cried, hoping that your
screams would drown out the unpleasant sensations.
Your mother simply picked you up, whispering sweet things
into your ear as she bandaged you up.
“Oh, you poor little thing,” she cooed, flicking you
playfully on the nose. “Rick, you need to be more careful, or you’ll make your
soulmate sad too.
This is based on their own AU where Chara resides within Frisk, and Frisk can choose to give them control. The two of them have a good time with Sans. All characters are in their 20s.
My friend, thank you so much for this, I can’t believe how much care and love you put into drawing this request??? LIKE OMG? THANK YOU
FANART BROSKI!!!! FRICKEN LOVE BONEBLOSSOM/PUNFLOWER/NYEHCTAR!!! i wanted to practice your style, i went with black lines though, added shivering, and went lazy with sans’ dialogue, but i hope its reasonable!!
Anyone who’s ever spent more of a week on the road than on their
feet or in a bed, has probably heard a few rumors about a town called Gravity
Falls.
Joan wasn’t a truck driver, not by trade, but she was never
in the same state for more than a few days, and she’d gotten to know dozens of
semi-handlers besides. That was where she got scuttlebutt about the grand
reopening of the one and only Mystery Shack, purveyor of wonder and intrigue.
She was a bit of a hunter. A hunter of the strange and
paranormal. A lot of people make claims – everyone and their granny has a story
about seeing ghosts – but when Joan came swinging by all those phantoms seemed
to get a little shy. That was when the excuses came out: “They must not like
you,” “It’s not the right time of day,” “You just don’t believe hard enough.”
S’all bullshit. Those cranks never understood just how much
she wanted to believe. How
disappointed she was as she drove away.
That was why she went to Gravity Falls a few years back.
Everyone who’d ever even so much as passed by had a tale to tell, every one of
them far less believable than any
ghost story she’d heard. But that only made her believe more.
She never saw anything. She had this feeling the whole time she spent within its borders, that there was
something underneath the surface, hiding in the air itself, in between all the
atoms…. But that was the extent of it. She’d met with disappointment before,
they were pretty good friends all things considered, but something about being
failed by this town hurt just a little bit more.
That was when she’d come upon the Mystery Shack, and how
excited she’d been to find it. Surely, if there was something more, it had to be found in the place
that advertised it on its doors.
But the old man running the joint was a huckster, peddling
lazy lies and cheap thrills. She could appreciate his business savvy, but she
hadn’t been there to take lessons on swindling and exploiting the gullible; she
was back on the road within the hour.
But the rumors had said, This
time, it’d be different. Under new management, they said.
ahhhh i was hoping the epilogue would be a glimpse of them running the new and improved mystery shack and you did not disappoint :’) thank you so much for all the time and effort you put into writing this, i loved every moment of reading it and it damn if it didn’t make my tuesdays and fridays 1000% more bearable. mannn this was the pines twins (and triplets) through and through whoever has not yet given this a read please do! /193874 clapping emojis/
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