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H...E...L...P!!! 😭😭

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Avenger FanFic

Started a Fic on Ao3

Summary: A girl who is given powers escapes her captors and joins the avengers.

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Pure Vanilla Headcannons

He has a Flock of Sheep as pets that are descended from his sheep he had before he became an Ancient.

The sheep roam around the palace during the day so whenever the other Ancients came over they would see a sheep walking around.

Pure Vanilla has a room in his castle for him to just rage out all of his frustrations.

Pure Vanilla has woken up to a sheep or two in his room chewing on his curtains or blankets.

He hates to ware shoes, so much so he’s willing to walk in snow barefoot.

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Dimmed Light

King Dark Cacao was once benevolent ruler of his kingdom, but he was now twisted by the ancient and cursed Strawberry Jam sword whispering promises of ultimate power, His dark, violet eyes now shown with a malevolence, and his anger. He paced in his throne room, the Strawberry Jam Sword humming faintly at his throne’s side, its crimson gem pulsing with an unnatural light. Pure Vanilla Cookie, the Ancient of Truth, and once Dark Cacao’s friend, His usually radiant aura was now dimmed, his normally bright heterochromia eyes clouded with fear and tears. The King had attacked his kingdom with terrifying speed and strength, seizing Pure Vanilla during the annual Blossom Festival, an attack so profound it scared the other kingdoms of Crispa. Now, Pure Vanilla head hung limply from being chained up and tied to one of the throne room’s pillars.

The Strawberry Jam Sword, a relic from a forgotten age, wasn’t merely a weapon. It was a parasitic entity, feeding on one’s inherent goodness, twisting their intentions into a grotesque mockery. It promised him, Dark Cacao, a power beyond measure to protect his kingdom from all threats, but twisting it to expanding his borders. The sword's influence was even seen in the King's the once magnificent architecture, it now had crimson undertones that snaked through the halls, whispering promises and ideas that only Dark Cacao could hear. Pure Vanilla, despite his fear, maintained a flicker of hope. He sensed his friend wasn't entirely lost; a faint trace of his former self remained, trapped deep beneath the cursed sword's influence.

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A Royal Pup

Dark Choco Cookie, finally wrenched himself free from the Strawberry Jam Sword's viscous grip. The cursed weapon, had held him prisoner for years. He emerged, blinking in the ethereal twilight of the Licorice Forest. He felt strangely lighter, the weight of his past misfortunes – a betrayal, a fallen kingdom, countless battles – momentarily lifted. Then, a small whimper pierced the quiet. A Cake hound unlike any he’d ever seen padded towards him, its fur and ears glistening like the licorice seas of his former kingdom, its eyes a glistening light blue, and it held its purple tongue out on one side of it’s mouth.

This particular Cake Hound has been following him for a while, the mischievous, unpredictable pup whose mood swings wildly from playful to attempting to be seen threatening, seemed strangely drawn to Dark Choco. It circled him, sniffing at his cloak, then playfully grabbed the end and started to shake its head playfully. To Dark Choco's astonishment, instead of annoyance, he felt a flicker of something akin to… fondness? The little pup, sensing something in the brooding warrior, promptly decided it would follow him. Dark Choco, who had long since given up on companionship, found himself unable to shoo the persistent little thing away. So he decided to name them: Gnaw, because the little thing has a habit of chewing on anything.

Their journey continued into the heart of the Licorice Forest, Gnaw bolted ahead of him, their tail wagging as they ran ahead.

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A Burning Affection

Burning Spice Cookie the leader of the Mighty Wild Spice tribes, Ruler of the Spice Lands, and The Beast of Destruction, walked into his dungeon below his Temple, the air thick with the scent of multiple spices and something far more sinister – a potent of love potion, curtsy of Shadow Milk, simmering in a vial shaped like a chili pepper. His little thief, Golden Cheese Cookie was laying in the cell he ordered his’s minions to put her in, separate from the cookie she came with into his land’s.

Her usual boastful aura was replaced by a diminished, but stubbornly one. Burning Spice, despite his outward cruelty, felt a strange thrill. He wasn't just conquering; but bending a hero of good to his will through magic made forbidden by the witches themselves.

The potion, brewed from ingredients harvested very carefully – tears of a Sugar Angel, the essence of a wilted Candy flower, and a pinch of stolen stardust – was finally ready.

With a cackle, Burning Spice flung the vial into Golden Cheese's cage. It broke, and the liquid became a gas that flouted to Golden Cheese and shaped into a shimmering, diamond amulet that pulsed with a sickly sweet dark red light. Instantly, Golden Cheese's eyes snapped open, but they had a hit of a dark red light in them that was not her own. A burning, obsessive adoration consumed her gaze, fixed solely on Burning Spice. He chuckled, a sound like deep crackling embers, and ordered her to walk to the cell’s door, her movements now sluggish, her actions completely devoid of her own free will. He opened the door to her cell. And she walked by his side as he walked out the dungeon. With his Prize, his Golden Thief.

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HH Incorrect Quotes 6

Kim: Y’know, maybe things aren’t so bad. I’m here. I got the nice ocean breeze. Just alone with my thoughts. 

Randy: Hey, Kim. 

Kim: GODDAMNIT!

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Randy: How would you guys deal with a toxic friend?  Gwen: Tell them how you really feel.  Leo: Slowly distance yourself from them.  Donnie: Engage in a 1v1 sword battle and if they lose they have to stop being toxic or pay the price. Randy, takeing out a sword: …well heck.

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Leo: Don’t be sad!  Mikey: Why not?  Leo: Leo: I don’t have a good answer.

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Jazz and Kim in a room with Randy, Mikey, and Mable

Jazz: It’s calm in here.  Kim: It scares me…

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Raphael: There are three ways to handle a difficult situation. The right way, the wrong way, and the Ralph way.  Max: Isn't that the wrong way?  Raphael: Yes, but it's faster.

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Randy: Damn, the power went out.  Mikey: Don’t worry, I got this.  Mikey: *shakes rapidly and starts to light up*  Randy: What-?  Mikey: I swallowed a glow stick!  Jazz, on the verge of panicking: WHY WOULD YOU-

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Sam: Ron, you need to calm down.  Ron, slamming their fists on the table: BUT HOW CAN IT BE "BIRTHDAY CAKE" FLAVOR IF A BIRTHDAY CAKE CAN BE ANY FLAVOR?!

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Randy: Wow, you two did great work on the Halloween decorations. Where did you get the fake skeletons?  Mable and Dipper: Fake?

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Jazz: *closes a cabinet*  *a crash is heard behind the cabinet door*  Mable: What was that?  Jazz: The sound of someone else's problem.

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Steven: While I'm gone, you're in charge Leo. 

Leo: Yes! 

Steven, whispering to Gwen: You're secretly in charge, but I don't want him to feel bad. 

Gwen: Obviously.

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A Day Off

Wildberry Cookie a gruff but secretly sentimental warrior, known for his thorny exterior, the Queen decided he needed a day off. The endless battles protecting Hollyberry cookie were wearing him down, even for a Cookie like him. Hollyberry Kingdom, usually a source of pride and joy, felt strangely suffocating. He wandered the cobbled streets, the usually cheerful chatter seeming like a distant hum. His usual sharp senses felt dulled, replaced by a pervasive unease. He'd considered visiting the royal kitchens for a taste of their legendary raspberry tarts, but even that seemed too much effort. Instead, a walking around led him towards the castle gardens, a place he usually only glimpsed from afar during his duties.

The gardens were a riot of impossible colours. Flowers bloomed in impossible geometries, their petals shimmering with an ethereal light. As Wildberry Cookie walked deeper, he ended up forgetting his initial malaise, found himself relax. The absurdity of the situation, the whimsical beauty of the gardens, it all seemed to melt away the tension. The day off wasn’t what Wildberry Cookie expected, but it was exactly what he needed. The unexpected majesty of the gardens and reminded him that even the most hardened warrior needs a moment of quiet wonder. He left the gardens feeling rejuvenated, ready to face whatever darkness awaited, his spirit lightened and his heart, surprisingly, filled with a sweet, kind of joy.

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Tower Vist

Dark Cacao Cookie corrupted by the Strawberry Jam Sword goes to visit his son, Dark Choco, who he imprisoned in a tower, tells him that the kingdom is doing well under his regime, but Dark Choco disagrees and refuses to accept his rule.

Dark Cacao Cookie the now Ruthless Tyrant of the Dark Cacao Kingdom, Wielder of the Strawberry Jam Sword, ascended the spiraling staircase, the cool air had a thick bitter scent. His usually impeccable Resolution was slightly frayed; the sword's influence, a creeping crimson glow, was subtly warping even his iron will. He reached the door, where his son Dark Choco Cookie was imprisoned for his defiance. He opened the door and was greeted with reinforced bars, and saw his son sitting on the bed in the room, his usually stoic features etched with a weariness that went beyond mere captivity. "My son," Dark Cacao began, his voice a low rumble, "the kingdom thrives under my rule. The Dark Cacao Kingdom, was once weak, divided, and small, but now it stands unified, its defenses against the Licorice Sea strengthened by the very essence of the Strawberry Jam Sword." He gestured grandly, as if conjuring a vision of a prosperous realm, but in Dark Choco's eyes, he saw only a reflection of the fractured reality the sword had created.

Dark Choco scoffed, his gaze unwavering. "Thrives? Father, your 'thriving' kingdom is built on fear and subjugation! The very air is choked with the sword's corruption, twisting the very fabric of reality. You speak of unity, but it is a unity that is forced, where everything is fueled by your twisted ambition. You have tore down the villages order to expand you citadel, you make the people fear your power more then the licorice sea you spent years protecting the kingdom from. I may be imprisoned in a tower but even I can hear the rumors of 

the other ancients traveling towards the Kingdom." He stated bitterly from where 

he sat, a silent defiance radiating from his form.

Dark Cacao, momentarily thrown by his son's fierce words and the unexpected magical disruption, felt the Strawberry Jam Sword pulse against in his. The crimson gem glow intensified and as well his anger, He tried to find the words, to gain control over his son, but he decided to leave him and close and lock the tower’s door. Making the defiant gaze of his imprisoned son disappear from his view.

Inside the tower it was silent, but Dark Choco had the hopes of a rebellion yet to come.

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Meeting for the first time

King Pure Vanilla Cookie a cookie of healing paced outside of the royal oven. He’d been awaiting the arrival of his child for about two days. Tonight, the baking would be complete. He fiddle with his robe nervously, the weight of his kingdom – and the anxieties of fatherhood – started to settle heavily upon his mind. He wasn't sure he was prepared for raising a child with the duties he had as an Ancient.

Then, he heard the oven ding, he opened the oven door and From it emerged Baby Cookie, they were a very cherubic little one. He rapped them in a soft blanket and checked them to reveal that the Vanilla Kingdom had a Prince, he has a son. He could feel the radiating warmth and smell the faint scent of Custard filling the air. He felt his son stir and look to see that he was waking up. Instead of the expected cry, the son simply smiled, he saw that his eyes were a vibrant blue that reminded him a clear sky with no clouds. Right then he decided to name him: Custard Cookie iii naming him after his father and grandfather.

Looking at his son, a wave of profound love washed over the king, erasing his fears and worries. He knew then, that ruling the Vanilla Kingdom and doing his duties as an Ancient would be difficult, a challenge even, but raising his son, Prince Custard Cookie iii, would be full of a lot of uncertainties. But one thing is for sure he would do anything to protect his sweet son, even if he had pay a deep cost, he wouldn’t let anyone or anything harm his precious Prince, his son: Custard Cookie iii.

Little did he know he would do anything to protect his son.

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I can't for the life of me remember where I saw this but I saw it and feel the need to share.

It's basically a crossover between CRK and Wicked, where Elphaba was one of the witches who created the original Beasts before they were corrupted, and she treated the Beasts very well to the point they themselves loved her and had regular contact with her, making their immortal lives more bearable and less dull.

However, Elphaba ended up being turned against on by the other witches and wizards and either locked away or actively destroyed. The Beasts saw it happen and were corrupted in their grief of their only friend and only trustworthy witch, which added to their hatred for witches in general.

This could lead to Elphaba remaining dead or locked away. Or perhaps she somehow managed to become a cookie too (CR Witch's Castle mentioned), which would then lead to even more scenarios.

Idk why I love this idea so much as I haven't even seen or been interested enough in Wicked at all, but I find this idea so fun so props to whoever made it if they see this.

I’m not interested either, but hey, maybe that individual will see word being spread out and will pop up someday.

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One Moment

Dark Cacao is corrupted by the Strawberry Jam Sword instead of his son Dark Choco and he becomes a tyrant and locks up his own son in a deep chamber.

King Dark Cacao the ruler of the Cacao Kingdom, was in his study working on a way to strengthen the Great Chocolate Wall against the Licorice Sea, until his son, Prince Dark Choco came in with a ancient scroll depicting a Sword of unknown power called the Strawberry Jam Sword. The young prince volunteered to lead the expedition look for it himself, but his father refused to let him lead the expedition. Instead the king sent a group of his warriors with the scroll to find the lost weapon. But he promised his son that the weapon would be his to use if he wished.

Weeks went by and Dark Cacao had no news on the expedition he sent his soldiers on. But his throne room the doors swung open in the middle of the night as the warriors he sent has returned, and he looks and sees that they had what looked like a sword impaled inside a rock the looks like it had to be broken off to retrieve the weapon. He orders his men to leave and rest from their journey. Leaving him alone with the sword.

Now left alone with the Strawberry Jam Sword, a relic of forgotten unknown power, pulsed with energy, its crimson jewel shimmering with an uncanny light. The moment the King grasped the hilt to remove the sword from the rock, a scream ripped through the throne room – not of pain, but of utter transformation. Dark Cacao’s dough

darkened, his eyes glowing with an infernal crimson, and his usually regal posture twisted into something monstrous. The shadows of the room seemed to writhe and obey his new, twisted will. He saw not the promise of power, but the absolute protection of his kingdom in the sword. The next day his son, Dark Choco, who had pleaded with him to reconsider wielding the artifact, now stood accused of treason, a mere obstacle in his path. The very air crackled with dark magic as Dark Cacao, now a dark reflection of his former self, ordered his guards to imprison his own dough and jam, the boy’s pleas lost in the echoing chambers of the palace as he was dragged away. The once proud Cacao Kingdom, now fell under a regime of fear, shrouded in an oppressive darkness. 

The kingdom's once-strong spirit was crushed under the influence of the Strawberry Jam Sword’s curse. Even the licorice sea itself seemed to fear the new might of king. He ordered his army to attack the near by Villages of the Milk, Coffee, Licorice Tribes of their land to expand his Citadel to make his entire kingdom a fortress against his enemies. And forcing the inhabitants to into serving him. 

Meanwhile in the highest tower of the castle that was made specifically to imprison Dark Choco. Who was in chamber designed to look like a bedroom but instead of just doors the room had magically reinforced chains and locks on the outside, and a small window that was impossible to fit through, he was only visited by his father, the now tyrant of the Dark Cacao kingdom. 

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So at what point in the series are the Digidestined at in their series because it brings up many different possibilities depending

Jenny meets The Digi-destined sometime during them dealing with Digimon Emperor but before they had to deal with the Dark Spires all over the world. But when Jenny arrived she started to experience some major malfunctions due to some mysterious signal she accidentally picked up on when she entered the city. And had to secretly stay at Izzy’s for repairs, information on what Digimon are, and how she can help them on how they can defend themselves in the Digital World. (Via camping, and basic self-defense)

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My Pokémon Legends ZA Hopes

I hope that sometime during the story Clemot will help you against the big bad because it takes place in Lumiose City where his Gym is literally in the center of the city, and maybe if Emmet’s in the game, he’ll sort of act like a companion buddy during the detective parts of the game because he’s trying to find a clue of where his brother went.

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Golden Rulers

Golden Cheese Cookie yawned, stretching her golden wings. The night sky, giant yellow clear silk curtains, swirls in the breeze into her and her husband’s sleeping chambers. But tonight, something was amiss. Her beloved, the gruff but secretly sentimental Fondue Cheese Cookie (the most seasoned warrior in all her kingdom, but had a surprisingly soft spot for cheesy puns), wasn’t there. A faint, rhythmic *clink-clank* emanated from the direction of the Temple’s Weaponry, a place strictly off-limits after midnight, especially to one so prone to accidental accidents, (even if he’ll never admit it), as her husband.

Armed with nothing but her now tired stubbornness and a surprisingly hefty pillow (a weapon of choice for settling minor domestic disputes), Golden Cheese Cookie ventured into the now off limit area. The Weaponry had noise going on inside, the torches making the room glow illuminating the scene in an ethereal light. Fondue Cheese Cookie, surrounded by a chaotic pile of swords, shields, and catapults, was attempting to re-pair a crossbow. "Darling," she chirped, her voice surprisingly clear above the cacophony. "It's a bit late. And I demand that you come to bed with me now!" With a surprising burst of strength, she scooped up her surprisingly light and surprised husband, and began to carry him toward their bedroom.

Fondue Cheese Cookie, grumbling about the injustice of having his work interrupted but the proximity to his wife's extremely warm body, allowed himself to be carried toward their bedroom. As they finally tumbled into bed, the night, though initially started with unexpected hiccup, it ended peacefully, under a starry night in the Golden Kingdom – a testament to the unconventional, yet undeniably charming, love story of Golden Cheese Cookie and her perpetually weapon-obsessed husband.

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