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undertale-writing-times · 2 years

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"I won't let you die", with Tragedy, please?

This is jumping right into it lol.

"I won't let you die" Tragedy gasped out, holding his hands over the wound on his datemate’s side. “I can’t- I can’t lose you, j...just- fuck. Wait a minute!” He snaps, pressing down a bit harder.

The sound of pain from his datemate made him flinch, shutting his sockets. Damn it damn it damn it! How the hell was he supposed to deal with this? Yeah, he helped out when people got hurt but he was the one that hid stuff, he wasn’t the healer of the group.

That was Crisis, they were the one that ‘healed’ with like bandages and stuff. Medic! Yeah, that’s the right word. “They’re gonna get here soon, you’re gonna be fine” he leans down, hiding his skull against their chest. “You have to be fine, Y/n, please”

“H...Hey hey” they reach up, putting their hand against his cheek. “Calm down, it... it doesn’t hurt that bad”

He knew that they were lying. He could feel their warm blood against his hands, and there was a lot of it. Way too much.

“Don’t tell me to calm down!” He snapped, “You were SHOT. How am I supposed to calm down?!” he felt like he was going to have a panic attack. The whispers were here again.

He felt sick.

They rub their thumb against his cheek and leans up pressing a kiss against their teeth. “Because we both know that I’m going to be fine” They grunt as they lean back down, letting out a shaky breath.

Tragedy lets out a soft whimper, looking down at them his hands shaking.

You know he never even wanted to be part of the mafia? He didn’t want to hurt anyone, but a lot of stuff happened in his life. Stuff that he couldn’t control.

He wanted to live a normal life, get a nice house, a place to have a datemate and maybe even a babybones!

“Y/n?” He mumbles, hoping to get their attention. They let out a little hum to show that they heard him, so he keeps going “If you-... W...When you get better, I want to marry you” He tried to keep his voice steady, his hands sure as hell wasn’t. They were shaking like a puppy out in a rainstorm.

Y/n lets out a little sound at him, then laughs weakly. “You’re... You’re really asking me to marry you? Now?” they ask, mumbling, then nods, “Yeah, alright, when I get better... I’m going to marry you” They lean up, pressing their lips against his teeth in a kiss, which he returns.

They felt so cold...

#Mafiadust #Mafiadust Sans #Tragedy #Tragedy X Reader #Reader X Tragedy #Undertale Alternate Universe #Undertale Alternate Timeline #Angst #Angst with an open ending #Did they die?#They live?#Who knows :)#Undertale AU #Undertale AUs #Fanfic #Fic #Fanfiction

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nanidoesthings · 2 years

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HI I LITERALLY AM POSTING ON THIS BLOG AGAIN JUST TO ASK WHAT EVERYONE THINKS HAPPENED TO SHEGO’S BROTHERS IN THE TIMELINE WHERE SHE TAKES OVER THE WORLD?

#shego #the go brothers #kim possible #a sitch in time #DID THEY DIE?#DO THEY JOIN THE RESISANCE?

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newsies-and-tears · 1 year

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Hey does anyone know what happened to your face is going to superhell? Where did they go?

#your fave is going to super hell #genuine question #like where did they go!#did they die?#I just wanted to know which ace attorney characters were in hell #now I’ll never know :(

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miametropolis · 3 months

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9th doctor you have to stop. your doc martens too classic. your leather jacket too cunt. your buzzcut too perfect. your swag is too lesbian...9th doctor they'll kill you.

#and they did #russel t davies lesbophbia confirmed #the ninth doctor is a dyke and I will die on this hill #ninth dctor #9th doctor #doctor who #timepetals #rose tyler #ninerose

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protoctist · 3 months

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i know ryoko kui is a real one because she wrote 97+ chapters of a manga about fantasy ecosystems and food chains and not once did she write the phrase "survival of the fittest" (it's a bad phrase) (it's a social darwinist phrase even) (hated amongst biologists) (doesn't make sense) (darwin didn't use it) (coined by an business major) (one of the worst phrases in pop science) (no good)

#i think the closest she comes to this is when kabru says something about the weak being eaten but he also thinks all monsters should die #so i don't think he's like the voice of reason when it comes to ecosystems and evo bio NOT a kabru diss just saying #i think eat or be eaten is fine. it's like migrate adapt or die. i think it's fine and not the same as survival of the fittest #dungeon meshi #ETA: i was wrong darwin did use the phrase after it was coined. doesn't matter phrase still sux

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utilitycaster · 5 months

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"why should I get invested in shows if they'll just get canceled" I was deeply invested in Heroes (2006) and it was not canceled, it just got really terrible. I also got really invested in the sandwich I had a few weeks ago despite it only lasting like 15 minutes. You must embrace the ephemeral. You must be willing to love things that may not love you back, that might betray you, or that may die an untimely death. As the great philosopher Mr. Mitchell Lee Hedberg said "I'm not gonna stop doing something because of what happens at the end."

#now granted he did die of a drug overdose but you know. one can take the good lessons #anyway. point being i understand being deeply frustrated with the state of the tv and film.#but also we can admit that for every gem canceled there's like three real duds too #idk if you want something that's guaranteed to have a bunch of seasons and you know the ending for go watch shows from the 70s #the number of adults on this site who lack the emotional wherewithal to watch an ongoing narrative is. yikes.#queue

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lilislegacy · 9 days

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*percy controlling akhlys’ poison to use it against her and choking her on her own tears and saliva*

annabeth: never do it again. never do anything like it again. i’m begging you

many years later

*percy and annabeth’s teenage children being held at knifepoint by enemies, seconds away from being killed*

annabeth: percy, do it

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ninjasmudge · 19 days

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im playing cotl on easy bc i suck at games, especially combat, but i like to imagine the in-game reason that combat is so much easier is that this particular lamb is just naturally jacked as hell. enemies have half health bc theyre just a tank

the followers die slower bc this lamb is taking their time. they count day and night as separate days. this lamb is built different. they were very close to being able to just snap narinders chains on first meeting.

#dont trip i did die like 3 times so far but still #jacked lamb wouldnt #cotl #cult of the lamb #cotl lamb #cotl narinder #toww #my art

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hailsatanacab · 5 months

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Family Dinners - dpxdc

"Holy shit, you're Bruce Wayne!" Danny gaped, jabbing a finger at the man sitting at the head of the table.

The bustling dining room goes silent as everyone turns to look at him.

"Danny, who did you think was going to be here?" Tim asks, disbelief plain in his voice and Danny feels his face flush red.

"Sorry, I, uh, I guess I just never put it together. Tim Drake-Wayne. Wayne Manor. It, uh, makes sense now." He laughs sheepishly and scrubs at his neck before slumping back down into his chair.

"Well," Tim says with an indulgent sigh, "at least I know you're not just friends with me for my connections."

"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I just never thought about it, I guess."

Danny sinks lower as everyone around him laughs. Come to dinner, he said, the food is the best, he said, ignore the family, he said. Danny really wishes he'd listened to Tim and just ignored them—almost as much as he's regretting accepting the offer in the first place—but... he's having dinner with Batman.

Ancients, that's so weird!

The last time he saw Batman was in the future and, suffice it to say, it was not going well. There hadn't really been time for family dinners there.

Wait. Family dinners?

He peers around the table, openly gawking at everyone as it all clicks into place.

"Everything alright, Danny? Now realising who everyone else is?" Tim asks with a roll of his eyes.

"Uh... something like that..." Danny mumbles as everyone laughs again.

From further down the table, the smallest Wayne scoffs and clicks his tongue.

"I thought you said he was smart, Drake?"

"So, you all do it, too, then?" he asks, ignoring the jibe. Danny's only a little bit jealous as he thinks of how much easier they must have it, how much easier it'd be if his family had been on his side, too. "You all work together?"

"Nah," Dick says from across the table with a brilliant grin. "Tim's the only one that works with Bruce, we all have different jobs. I'm a police officer in Bludhaven."

"Disgusting." Danny blurts out without thinking—because seriously, what kind of self-respecting vigilante would also be a police officer?—before clapping a hand over his mouth. "Sorry."

The whole table laughs again, the loudest being the blonde girl a few spaces down from Dick. Look, Danny wasn't really paying attention to names when they were all paraded in front of him. Dick only gets remembered because his name is a joke.

Come on, Danny, recover!

"That's, uh, not what I meant, though."

"Oh?" Dick asks, cocking his head slightly to the side. Is it Danny's imagination or does his smile tense slightly?

"Yeah, I mean like, you know, in costume. It must make it so much easier to have everyone together like this."

"Costume? What do you mean?"

Yeah, Danny's not imagining it, everyone tenses up at that. It's really only now that he's realising that this probably isn't how he should bring up that he knows about their... night time activities. In fact, he probably shouldn't be bringing it up at all.

"Uuhhh..." Danny looks wildly around the table as he continues making his stupid noise. Think, think, think! There must be a way out of this!

"Danny?" Tim asks, looking concerned.

"Oh, Ancients, this isn't how I wanted it to go at all," he mutters, slipping even further into his chair. He's almost on the floor now and he so, so wishes it could just swallow him up.

His real first meeting with Batman was meant to be cool! He had planned to be Phantom, maybe save them from a tight spot, prove his worth as a mysterious and powerful ally as thanks for the help Batman gave him in the future.

"Danny, what are you talking about?" Tim starts tugging on his sleeve in an attempt to pull him back up from his pit of despair.

Eventually, Danny relents and sits up straighter, hiding his face in his hands and whining all the while.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect him to be here and it threw me off so now I look stupid and it's so embarrassing!" he wails, flailing his arms wide. "Why wouldn't you warn me that Batman was your adopted dad, Tim? Couldn't you have let me know?"

"I'm sorry, what? Danny are you alright? There's no way Bruce can be Batman, look at him!"

"Yeah," the blonde girl laughs from the bottom of the table, "look at him! That's a wet noodle of a man! Batman can actually do things, B is incapable of pretty much everything."

"Thank you, Stephanie," Bruce sighs, massaging his forehead.

It's... Those are the first words Danny's heard Batman say since everything went down and it's enough to knock him out of his embarrassment.

It's really good to hear his voice again. Especially now, when it's strong and healthy and full of personality—even if that personality is little more than a tired father right now—far better than how it had been, at the end.

Danny sits up, back straight, and grins. He's got this. He remembers it perfectly. Some people count sheep to fall asleep, Danny repeats his mantra to be certain that he'll never forget it.

"Gamma alpha upsilon tau iota mu epsilon, 42, 63, 28, 1 colon 65 dash 9."

Once again, the whole table falls into silence.

"Holy shit..." breathes the other D name (Duke? Danny's pretty sure he's Signal) from opposite Stephanie. "Isn't that...?"

"The time travelling code." The littlest Wayne says stiffly. "We have met in the future?"

"That's not just the time travelling code, Dami." Dick says, looking between Danny and Bruce. "That's the family time travelling code."

Danny's grin freezes in place.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"1 colon 65 dash 9." Dick explains, still flicking between him and Bruce. "It means you've been adopted into the family and we should all treat you as such, no questions asked."

"Tell you what, I'm about to ask a question." Danny says, dumbstruck. "You just told me it was a code to identify time travellers, not anything about being adopted! What the hell, B?"

Bruce looks about as shellshocked as Danny feels.

"We must have been close," he says finally, after opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water a few times.

"No! Not that close!" Danny reels back, taking a deep breath ready to refute it all, but... "Well, I mean, you found me when I first got stuck, and you helped me get better despite being... And then we fought together against the, uh, bad guy, before he, um, he... before you couldn't."

An uncomfortable beat passes while they all pick up on what Danny tried so hard not to say.

"So, you're not from the future, then, you travelled there and came back?" Tim asks, breaking the tension and leaning forward with a glint in his eye.

"Yeah, it was a whole end of the world thing, but don't worry about it," Danny says with a hand wave, "It's all kosher now, won't ever happen."

"What did happen?"

"Seriously, don't worry about it, we cool."

"How long in the future was it?"

"About ten years? You were pretty spry for an old man, B," Danny laughs, wishing they'd get off the topic of what happened and get back to the adoption bit.

Everyone shares degrees of a cautious smile as they relax out of the shock, and Dick—whose grin is the biggest—says, "No wonder you got the family code, you're already riffing on him like one of us. How long were you there for?"

"A week, before I managed to get back to my present and stop him then."

"A week? Jeez, B, that has to set some kind of record, seriously."

"Oh!" Danny says, sitting bolt upright and blinking in surprise before pointing at Dick and bouncing in his seat. "You're Nightwing!"

"What?"

"That's exactly what Nightwing said when Batman told me the code! Makes so much more sense now."

Dick laughs and claps his hands, delighted.

"You were not formally adopted?" The grumpy small one—Dami?—asks, his face pinched.

"I didn't even know I was informally adopted."

"And your parents? Are they alive or dead?"

"Damian, stop—"

"They were dead in the future, but they're alive now." Danny says, looking down. He fiddles with the tablecloth, twisting the fabric around his fingers as he fights down the pang of sadness that he always feels when he thinks of them now. He forces a bright smile on his face and hopes it doesn’t look too strained. "I just, uh, can't talk to them much, anymore."

"Damian," Dick warns, "1 colon 65 dash 9. Treat them as family, no questions asked."

"This is Damian treating him as family, the little turd has no manners." Tim scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he gently bumps shoulders with Danny to knock him out of his funk. Danny can't help but send him a watery smile.

"I have the most exemplary manners, Drake, unlike some people." Damian spits, crossing his arms with a pout. "I was merely ascertaining his status to see how he could possibly fit into the family."

"I know this is all a bit sudden, Danny," Bruce smiles, ignoring Damian and reaching out to lay a warm hand on his arm, "for all of us. But if I felt strongly enough to give you that code after spending a week with you in the future, then you are more than welcome in this family, if you so choose it. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd like to get to know you a bit more."

"I know a threat when I hear it, Bruce." Danny snorts. "But, yeah, I get it. I'm sorry this is all so weird, it really wasn't how I wanted to find you again, but... I'm glad I did."

"So are we, Danny." Dick says, with a warm smile. "And formally or not, 1 colon 65 dash 9 means you're family. Welcome to the fun house! No take backs or refunds, sorry. You're stuck with us."