A maxnug oneshot I never posted online. Follows the start of Max and Nugget's relationship, and their first official date.

No one wants to befriend the bully of the show, especially one as insufferable as Shrimpo! Even after the show ended, and there are more important matters to worry about, that sentiment is still true. The more he grows tired of Gardenview, following many interactions with a music box and other toons, the more he wishes for more in his life. The opportunity arises in the most unimaginable way for both Shrimpo and Boxten. !! This is a Shrimpo x Boxten story !! Don't like the ship? Don't read! I don't want to hear you say you like another ship more, because I don't care! No other ships will be included in this fanfic except platonic ones! Credit to Just_A_Bun on AO3 for helping out with A LOT of ideas for this fic. MASSIVE KUDOS TO YOU! Cross posted to Archive Of Our Own

Amity discovers the difference between Boiling Isles rain and Earth rain.

Snufkin discovers a very unlikely source of musical inspiration.

drama. teenage angst. beach episode. plot twists and the moomins. a thrilling tale about love, rejection, fights, and resolutions.

This is an angst Zanemau story If you don't like zanemau click off TW contains Blood Hanahaki disease Depression Please click away if you get triggered easily A fatal mishap happens once Kawaii Chan confesses to Zane, will Zane acknowledge Aphmau's feelings before its too late? (NONE OF THE CHARACTERS ARE MINE!!!)

Sal grieves with the loss of a friend, having to deal with the emotions surrounding it in a not so positive way. Insight of his old and newer feelings, a deeper dive into my own person view for the funeral proceeding. SPOILER WARNING TO THE GAME, DON'T BE MAD IF THERE'S SPOILERS!!!! This isn't lore accurate or canon compliant because if you wanted that, just go replay the game. They're in character, as far as I know, but I mess with canon and make things up to fit with how I view the story going. There's no red eyed demon but there are still ghosts and the super gear boy because why not. I just wanted to ignore the lore accurate reasons why Larry khs because erm it's my fic and I can do what I wanna :3. Sal and Larry aren't brothers in this, it didn't fit the way I wrote it. No Sallarry reasons for it, I just didn't wanna write them as brothers so surprise I didn't. Violence warning, not very graphic but mentions of blood and stuff might make people queasy so be warned. No ships in this, please don't try to interpret any from my work. Mention of weed but no weed usage. If you don't like it, don't read! Very very simple.

"Starting to feel the pregnancy symptoms, Trumpie?" ---- Trump is stuck in a loveless relationship with Melania, while his heart secretly yearns for someone else-Sleepy Joe. After years of unspoken feelings and unrequited love, Trump's world is turned upside down as he is scared of the result of the future elections. While he prepares to step into the spotlight of one of his many speeches, his sidekick Elon Musk offers some unexpected advice and warmth that could change everything. Melania snaps back to reality and decides to leave Trump behind and break free from the chains his public image. Donald feels devastated while Elon conforts him. But there's a twist: Elon isn't just offering friendly guidance. He's secretly in love with Trump too. Will Trump embrace the love he never knew he needed? Will he find his way to Elon, the one person who truly understands him? Will he go back to his old love? Will he beg for Melania to stay? Does he want to be alone? In this (NOT) heartwarming, and downright bizarre story of political drama and emotional confusion, anything is possible. (if someone in the goverment sees this, please don't sue me.) ---- #1 IN BIDEN #3 IN REALLYGAY #4 IN DONALDTRUMP #4 IN DONALD #4 IN TRUMP #5 IN JOEBIDEN ----

What My Boredom Leads To

'The wood under foot slightly chimes with each step, as I bring a finger to linger in front of the doorbell only to halt. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥. I lower my head, as I swallow a sigh. I hate this. I hate how I'm so nervous. Grunting, I advance my hand to the brim of my hat; my fingertips caressing the fabric afore returning to the doorbell and forcing my thumb against it. It rings with a buzz, and after a few moments, the sound of hurried and hesitant footsteps echo behind the door. The shuffling became awfully fainter as time passed, and-commencing from silence-the door opens.' I made the art for the cover, please don't steal. omgg why did u make a mdp fic bc there's no fucking hope left in life ,,, //j