Really should have done this awhile ago, I'm an Undertale obsessed writer. I like other fandoms and can be found on Ao3, Wattpad and a few other sites under same name.
I'm female and Go by She/Her and Canadian
I am Horrible at Grammer, Neva dislikes when we co-write for this reason XD. I like co writing and usually co-write with @philippaki01 @wintxrcherry and @chaosdancer12
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Dick: What are we going to do? Half the world is on fire, and the Justice League is gone.
Jason: Plus our resources are dwindling fast. With all the refugees we've been taking in, we'll all go hungry in a month.
Tim: We're out of guns, out of men, and out of options. If only we could go back in time and change everything.
Duke: That's a great idea Tim. I'll arrange it.
Cass: I'm sorry. You'll arrange it?
Duke: Yeah, I got a guy who can help.
Damian: This isn't something as simple as you calling your cake guy! Father is dead! The world is ending!
Duke: Okay, first of all, my time travel guy is also my cake guy, so it is that simple. Second, when Danny takes us back in time, we will save Bruce, save the world, and we'll have an amazing three-layer cake to celebrate.
Dick: Wait, the cake guy was real?
Duke: Yeah why wouldn't he be?
Tim: It's just that you would call him up at the oddest of times. Like that time when you called him at 3 am because you wanted coffee while on patrol and needed something to pair it with.
Duke: I get cravings when someone messes up my sleep schedule. Sue me!
Jason: Duke's bad eating habits aside, this time travel mission might be just what we need. The only reason we lost was that Earth was taken by surprise. If we go back and prevent the tragedy or even buy the past heroes time, we can save our world.
Duke: I'll dial Danny now
Cass watching him step away to make a call: Is this the same Danny, from Fenton Pastries?
Damian: Does it matter?
Cass: It does. He was trying very hard to get Duke's attention. I'm pretty sure he was attempting to seduce him with cake.
Dick: Was he successful?
Cass: No. Duke's only real love is bread.
Tim: Then we keep that to ourselves so the pastry chef/ time master helps us out as quickly and as effectively as possible.
Duke: Good news! Danny is on his way with Clockwork amulets and cake slices for us all! Isn't he the best? A true friend! Heck, he's practically family, like a brother!
Geno Sans for example is technically dead but not exactly. He has similar injuries to Colour.
And Reaper can feel that Geno is dead but obviously not really.
So if Reaper ever felt Colour’s presence would it feel like HE is dead? Cause of almost dusting away?
If Reaper exists in othertale universe then yeah, Color by definition is supposed to be in the process of dying but not dead, his stats were made to be glitched and frozen in place for awhile outside of the void, until the game he is in fixes that glitch then he resumes dying.
-IN CASES LIKE THESE, A REVERSE CLOCK BECOMES A USEFUL TOOL.
-SADLY HE THOUGHT IT WAS NOT TOO IMPORTANT.
-BUT MY GIFTS WERE NEVER RESPROCATED, SO I AM NOT UPSET.
Anyone who uses Wattpad, not Wattpad. Wattpad doesn't have age verification, they are not verified by wattpad. they don't hit the same notice 'multiple' times in an hour. use outside links. Wattpad uses emails and there internal inbox. So don't click links. Your going to see a whole bunch of these images from every person with a wattpad account today. These two were just ones I saw while on wattpad. seen so many more on reddit
Time waits for no one,
So do you want to waste some time,
Oh, oh tonight?
Don't be afraid of tomorrow,
Just take my hand,
I'll make it feel so much better tonight
(с) Hurts - Illuminated
Ink belongs to comyet
Error belongs to CrayonQueen
Summary: Skull wasn't Skull, Checkerface needed a Cloud.
He really should have made sure they never ever remembered
I own the weird song/verses/story, I down own Undertale or katekyou hitman reborn. This is also on wattpad and Ao3, you need an Aoo3 account to see it there Please don't steal/repost Elsewhere. its already elsewhere
I breath for you
Mouth to mouth too close, almost a kiss
Your lips as red as a poisoned apples
"Damn it, who stole my soap!"
Skull listened to the others argue, being stuck in the same place as there bodies grew sucked.
The showers water rushed over his body, over the disgusting feel of flesh.
He hadn't bothered to wash his face, so now in the hot spray he cleaned off the mess.
Take a bite, a nibble
The air rushes out
Don't spoil this pause, can you survive something new
It was as if something was scraped off
He grit his teeth, his hands mangling the soap
I'm your poison
A cloud of falsehoods and lies
So sweet nectar, a promise
This was hell
Skull was going to kill them all, they'd never see it coming. Not from him, the lackey.. the weakest one.
He gave a disturbing smile, makeup gone revealing the dark scar like makings below his eyes.
"My hatred, it flows again"
Only the Black apple I want
Stolen away so sweet
Red apples false
Checkerface may have trapped him between false flesh and fake memories, but Skull... no Killer remembered now.
He wondered if Nightmare was his true sky, would explain many things...
As he got out of the shower a corpse smile covered his face, and a knife appeared in his hand.
Good, his magic was back.
Taste the apples poison juice
Red and gold drip with each bite
Only the Black remains untouched
Killer went to his knees as the portal open, his clothes and knife blood covered.
Reborn had been so shocked as the lackey killed him.
"Boss," he said gleefully.
"Come, whatever hid you is gone and Error can restore you," Nightmare ordered,
Killer followed Nightmare through the portal, his black apple.. his sky.
Its weird, I haven't worked on my Reborn/Katekyō Hitman Reborn! stories in years. But suddenly there is an upsurge of readers on the sights I posted it. I've mostly played in undertake the last few years, crazy work schedules.
Wings Of Ink: Chapter 3: Part 1 Tumblr vote fic June 15/26
Vote that won: Funk this place, jumps multiverse
Cough.. so I mayyy have forgotten about this fic. I really don't get many reviews for it on tumblr
His skull ached, a pressure behind his socket and a dry could forming in his throat as his body demanding water. Skeleton monsters could go a very long time without water, when they were older.. and right now Palette was much younger then he should.
He did not want to wake up.
His mother was dead.
Ink... was evil.. hurt him... ripped him apart and remade him.
Uncle Blue.. was gone, there screams echoing his dreams in nightmare renditions.
Waking up meant he’d have to face these facts.
Blue’s hammer crashing by his feet in his hiding place.
Yet, wanting to stay asleep didn’t mean he could. The fact he could feel his bodies demands, and other things becoming clear such as soft sheets around his bones and those awkward wings at a slightly weird position.
Palette’s sockets opened, eyes wincing due to the light as if he’d avoided light for too long.
This place, didn’t feel familiar.
Slowly he shifted his too stiff body, almost falling back into the mattress from too weak limbs before he managed to sit up.
He didn’t recognize this room, with its fancy carved wood furniture, sheets way too soft and.. very fancy tapestries on the wall.
Water first, then figure things out.
He made a face finding out someone had put him in nightclothes, a nighty type one... maybe because of the wings?
An aha sound escaped him as he noticed fresh clothes folded on a table near a door, on slightly wobbly feet and legs he made across the room, Discovering the clothes were a simple navy shirt with white stripes witch a back made for wings, black pants and socks and a simple pair or slip on shoes.. brown in color. Maybe a slipper of some type?
He brightened further when the door led to a bathroom with a shower, the nightclothes dropped to the floor and soon he was enjoying a nice arm shower feeling stress melt from his body. He didn’t bother getting water from the sink, just opened his mouth and drank water from the shower.
The towel in the shower room was fluffy and perfect, he dried himself off and dressed in the strange clothes. It was only a bit loose, so wasn’t too bad a bit.
Taking a deep breath he wiped away steam from the bathroom mirror, revealing his own tired face. It felt wrong, unnatural young.
He still had no idea just what Ink had done to his body, other then the reversed age and wings.
He looked at his wings, rather white with black tribal like Ink markings on the flight feathers. He’d need to preen them, wishing he could thank Goth for teaching him one summer day after they’d gone swimming.
“Wait... Gold?”
The markings were now gold, like mothers magic.
He didn’t want to know, he needed to find out where he was and food.
A tray of food dropped as Palette entered the bedroom.
“Holy your awake!” Killer said.
No.. this.. couldn’t be real.
Killer was dead, along with the rest of Uncle Nightmares group. Ink had killed them, after they’d tried to keep Palette from ink.
The tribal marking on Palette’s wings glowed a deep purple, and he vanished.
The thing about Fairy Godmother's, is that they have a bit of a blind spot. Like, they go around cursing people to give moral lessons, to save them and that's the good ones. There had to be a group to deal with them.
"Stop your under arrest!" a ground of people in suits have appeared.
"You can't arrest me, I'm a Fairy Godmother!"
"We're the KPS"
"Don't you mean the CPS?" the fairy replies confused.
"No, as in Kurse Protection Services. But CPS owns the C, but they want to talk to you also," they said, waving to another annoyed looking group in suits.
"But Curse stars with C not K?"
"Yes we know"
"But why am I under arrest?" the fairy asked confused on why all the legal groups were after her.
"You cursed the Prince after he was rude and declined inviting him in!"
"Well he was a rude beast, now he is one!" she protested.
"He was eleven, and his parents died the day before," KPS growled.
"Mortals die, he'll get over it"
"He's not cursed now"
"Then Princess Snow White, you allowed her to run away and fed her poisoned apples when she ran away, you did not remove her from the Dwarf house who were on the most wanted lists for a reason. Her mother in law, barely made it on time to save her from the adult Prince from kissing her underage daughter"
"She's an evil Queen!"
"Evil Queen or not, Snow Whites grounded and now has to catch up on all the Princess Lessons shes avoided for years... shes evil as in she takes school serious"
Then the CPS walked over, the Fairy Godmother gulped in fear spotting the smiling lawyers walk into view.
Pretty sure this came to me because of PunkeyDoodles8 and listening to ZacSpeaksGiant read these skits. suggest you check then out on youtube
Damian Wayne had never experienced true suffering before.
Then the new veterinarian opened across from the animal shelter he volunteered at.
He was kind to every animal.
He hand-fed injured pigeons.
He let ugly three-legged cats climb onto his shoulders during appointments.
He wore oversized sweaters with paw prints on them.
AND WORST OF ALL—
He was the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his entire twelve years of existence.
Not regular pretty either.
No.
Universe-ending pretty.
Like “ethereal being accidentally trapped in human form” pretty.
Like “Greek gods would start drama over him” pretty.
Like “why is there sparkles around him when he holds baby rabbits” pretty.
And unfortunately— the veterinarian was approximately ancient.
As in TWENTY.
Which meant Damian could not even emotionally justify his feelings because Grayson would never let him hear the end of it.
So instead Damian did the mature thing.
He decided Drake needed to marry him immediately.
Tim Drake was dragged to the animal rescue at 7:12 AM against his will.
Tim: “Damian it’s SATURDAY.”
Damian: “There is an emergency.”
Tim, half asleep: “Is someone dying?”
Damian: “Potentially my future happiness.”
Tim: “…what.”
Damian shoved him through the clinic doors dramatically.
And that’s when Tim saw him.
The veterinarian looked up from where he was bottle-feeding an injured kitten.
Messy white hair.
Blue eyes.
Oversized hoodie under scrubs.
Tiny paw-print bandaid on his cheek.
Surrounded by like six different animals at once like a Disney princess blessed by God personally.
Tim:.............................
Damian watched the soul leave Drake’s body in real time.
Hook.
Line.
Sinker.
Excellent.
Danny: “Oh! Hi! You here to volunteer?”
Tim: *Buffering*
Damian: “This is my older brother Timothy. He is single.”
Tim: “DAMIAN—”
Danny blinked. Then smiled. Tim nearly hit cardiac arrest.
Danny: “Cool. I’m Danny.”
Tim, internally: Danny. Danny. His NAME is Danny.
Damian could literally SEE the moment Drake got attached.
It was disgusting.
Five minutes later:
Tim was holding three puppies.
Danny was laughing at something he said.
Damian was sitting nearby with the satisfaction of a man orchestrating political warfare successfully.
Grayson arrived thirty minutes later and immediately sensed evil.
Dick: “Why is Tim staring at that veterinarian like he just witnessed the second coming?”
Damian, calmly feeding a rabbit: “The plan progresses smoothly.”
Dick: “The WHAT.”
Meanwhile Jason wandered in, took one look at Tim, and started cackling.
Jason: “OH MY GOD. Replacement’s got a crush.”
Tim: “I do NOT.”
Danny, from across the room: “Tim can you hand me the antiseptic?”
Tim: already halfway across the clinic before the sentence finished.
Jason collapsed against the wall laughing.
Steph found out in under 24 hours.
Steph: “So let me get this straight. Damian found a pretty vet, realized he was too young, and reassigned the crush to Tim?”
Damian: “Correct.”
Steph: “And Tim actually fell for it?”
Damian: “Drake has the survival instincts of wet paper.”
Tim, in the background, googling: “How to impress veterinarian ethically.”
Bruce found out three days later when Tim voluntarily woke up before noon to “visit the shelter.”
Bruce: deeply concerned (i would be too)
Alfred, meanwhile, had already figured everything out.
Alfred: “Master Damian appears quite invested in Master Timothy’s love life.”
Bruce: “…why.”
Alfred: “Because the young veterinarian resembles a woodland fae creature specifically engineered to appeal to your sons.”
Bruce: “…I see.”
Alfred: “Frankly, sir, I’m surprised Master Jason has not proposed yet as well.”
Jason, walking by:
“I’M THINKING ABOUT IT.”
The worst part?
Danny genuinely WAS Tim’s exact type.
Sleep-deprived disaster? Check
Kind to animals? Check
Looks like he hasn’t slept in three business days? Check
Accidentally funny? Check
Mysterious weird vibes? Check
Probably haunted? Check
Tim never stood a chance.
Damian watched the disaster unfold like a proud parent.
Because if HE couldn’t marry the Goddess of a vet—then at least he could secure visitation rights through Drake.
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