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Where is my "how to raise a babybone for dummies" book again ? [REWRITTEN] by NtBub
Fandoms: Undertale (Video Game)
11 Aug 2025
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It was cold, so cold, too cold.
You were draining, slowly, as an orange whose juice would be taken....
the warm juice, the warm and red juice. Leaking, through a dam's rift.
You felt like an empty Shell, empty of what it contained, empty, too empty.
You couldn't see anymore, couldn't hear anymore, couldn't feel anymore.
You were surrounded by emptiness. An emptiness that took everything, and nothing at once. Then, Came the light.
and you were no longer… empty.
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Or when a reader who got no memory except for Undertale and common sense, wakes up as the most mysterious skeleton of the bunch ; W.D. Gaster
It's way before Frisk fell underground, but after the Asriel/Chara incident.
(ALSO REWRITTEN FIC, I released it back in 2019, then deleted my account, all fanfics with it, decided TO WRITE THEM BACK CAUSE I LOVED THEM)
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Zuko was not a good shifter.
Azula could switch between her wolf and human skins between steps. Not Zuko, he needed several minutes before he even started the shift, and that was on a good day. If it had been Azula who Animal Control found in that alley, they would have walked away convinced that their eyes had played a trick on them. There had never been a dog there.
But Zuko's long transformation would have only revealed his kind to the world. Father may think he has no honor, but he wouldn't stoop so low as that. Even if that meant being dumped in animal shelter, trapped as much by the 24/7 security cameras as by the cage bars.
He had the worst luck.
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"Come on guys!" Aang said as he lead his friends through the clamoring barks of the shelter. "I want to show you my favorite dog! He's a sweetheart."
Aang lead the pair to where a monstrous beast of a dog was growling with raspy barks loud enough to drown out the rest of the shelter. His bright white teeth contrasted against golden eyes and a bright red scar that stretched over the side of his face as he lunged against the cage door.
Sokka laughed nervously. "Did the word 'sweetheart' change meaning when I wasn't looking?" -
face of my lover (your lover on mine) by otooga (olooga)
Fandoms: Transformers - All Media Types, The Transformers (IDW Generation One), Transformers: Prime
16 Dec 2024
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Jazz and Prowl exchange a strange look, something that makes Megatron want to strangle them because he can’t decipher what it is. He pushes back the suspicion that they’ve caught onto his situation; it would be impossible for them to know. There is nothing different about Prime’s frame or processor from when Ratchet had scanned him during his forced berth rest. They cannot know about him.
“If you need an extended leave, don’t refrain from requesting it,” Prowl says after a small pause. “That was quite a blow to the helm you took.”
“A measly blow to the helm won’t deter me in the slightest,” Megatron snaps before he can think better. When he does think better, he reiterates to a wide-eyed Prowl, “that is, my helm is more than capable of taking a hit.”
Jazz laughs at that. It sounds strained.
“Sure,” he agrees, “yeah, sure. Hey, how many digits am I holding up?”
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or; waking up in your arch nemesis' body is definitely high up on the list of Things That Will Royally Fuck Shit Up, right alongside not knowing how it happened, how to get back, and also how said arch nemesis ran their faction full of idiots through four million years of war.