#tearjerking

Chapters: 20/? Fandom: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Frisk (Undertale), Sans (Undertale), Chara (Undertale), Asriel Dreemurr, Human Souls (Undertale) Additional Tags: post-genocide run, First Fanfiction, Gender-Neutral Frisk, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Older Frisk, past deaths, Grief, general sadness, Angst, pain and suffering, all that good stuff, Sad Sans, Confused Frisk, Timeline Shenanigans, Mentions of Fallen Humans, Weekly Updates, Determination, Light blue soul (Patience), Orange soul (Bravery), Blue soul (Integrity), Purple Soul (Perseverance), Green Soul (Kindness), Yellow soul (Justice), Eventual Friendship, Sans is as shattered as a broken mirror, True Lab (Undertale), POV Alternating, POV Third Person, No puns from the skeleton . . . until chapter 17 Summary:

"We've both lost things - people, memories, hopes. Now, Sans, I think it's time we gain."

Frisk has successfully freed monsterkind from the Underground. Nine years have past, and a sixteen-year-old Frisk lives happily on the surface with their friends. Training with Undyne. Watching anime with Alphys. Cooking and living with Toriel and staying over at the skelebros'.

Yet Frisk finds themselves back in the Underground, their life on the surface gone, with only a grief-stricken, unstable skeleton for company.

welp, I know I'm supposed to be doing Edwardian Murder Mystery (and I am!) but also I just really needed to do some good old fashioned horny angst. so, here you go:

Dinner had been just as awkward as she’d anticipated, and by the end she was drained from the effort of pretending it wasn’t. Maura had been seated next to her, their chairs inched carefully apart, and had made a concerted effort to not touch her the whole time, aside from their brief, awkward embrace at the door, Angela watching them like a hawk. Once the men had left and it was just the three of them—Jane having hissed a threat into Frankie’s ear as she’d hugged him goodnight, her brother responding with a skeptical snort and absolutely no remorse—Jane felt the simmering anxiety she’d been valiantly suppressing all evening start to rear its cold, ugly head.

sometimes it's nice to make them cry and bone, you know? for a little palate cleanser.

(partly inspired, as I almost always am, by the gif below, which I am making my life’s mission to keep both relevant and in your feed)

Boy, 5, remembered in tear-jerking hilarious obituary he wrote for himself

Boy, 5, remembered in tear-jerking hilarious obituary he wrote for himself

2017 Health News

A five-year-old boy who passed away from a rare form of cancer has been remembered in a heart-wrenchingly funny obituary that he wrote himself. 

Garrett Michael Matthias was diagnosed with an incredibly rare form of cancer, Stage 4 Alveolar Fusion Negative Rhabdomyosarcoma (ARMS), in September last…