#lil something >:3

[lilacartsmadsion]

Ghost of Our Pasts AU

Finally making one about this AU. (But I will NEVER rewrite the AU that shit took forever)

Dark Cacao is used to Caramel Choco Cookie’s The Founder’s voice looming over him and clouding his mind in hate…

Till a new voice entered his mind recently…

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Dark Cacao Cookie knew The Founder was relentless with his hatred for sweets…that much he knows…

Personally, Dark Cacao Cookie never ate sweets, it’s not a matter of discipline, he ate bitter foods from the moment he was born…so his body isn’t used to sweet things…

That wasn’t the problem…truth be told, The Founder hated anything sweet, including Cookies.

When Dark Cacao became friends with Pure Vanilla Cookie, he only scowled. ‘You dare betray your own kin?’ Is what he repeated that night. Over and over Dark Cacao never got a word of peace.

‘You think you’re so high and mighty do you? Ignoring me? Your own ancestor?!’

He heard that phrase a lot of times, he was too immune to the guilt-tripping that regarded him to obey an angry spirit who couldn’t let go of a grudge. Even then the people he held a grudge to were dead. The only remaining cookies alive? Bitter to the core. Even they had their biases against sweets…(Caused quite a commotion for the Milk and Coffee Villages)

Dark Cacao could care less if he was his ancestor. He was tormented by his own parents for years. An Ancestor was no different. If he didn’t respect him, he won’t respect him back.

Then he had a son, and that angered him even more.

‘Dark Choco Cookie?! Dark Choco Cookie?! That’s not a Bitter Cookie!’

‘You are a disgrace! You ungrateful lousy brat!’

‘After everything I gave you?! After freeing you from the pain and torment your parents put you through, you betray me with this sweet hellspawn?!’

Dark Cacao only ignored him, he didn’t care if Dark Choco was sweet or bitter, he was more grateful he was born with sweetness in his dough…

Perhaps he would be immune to the curse…that was all that mattered…

But alas, Dark Cacao barely knew how to parent…for Dark Cacao only knew the feeling of a cold embrace, to be cast out and forced to survive alone. The bitter feeling of being disowned by your own father.

And so, though not physically hurting his son, he barely made time…he was a king and to manage a son was just as hard. When their nation reached poverty after the Dark Flour War and the Great Choco Wall was made, he barely spent time with him…

He could only imagine what his son felt at that moment…being ignored by his own father…it took Dark Choco leaving and setting off to find his path in the world, did Dark Cacao realize how much his son had grown…

When Dark Choco returned, he knew he was not the same, Dark Cacao recognized the sword he used…it was his own…in the past…

The same one he used to destroy villages who dared to enslave his own kin…

He remembers the slaughters…

The cries of cookies both young and old…

Them calling out for their families to find them…

He could hear the screaming…

The Terror…

The Nightmarish Genocide…

With that sword he shed so much Strawberry Jam…he couldn’t help but freeze the moment he saw it in his son’s hand…

Because of his foolishness history repeated once more…a son who betrays his own father and homeland…a son who was disowned by his own father…

A son who was left to survive…on his own…

That night while he recovered from his wound, Dark Cacao only sat in despair and silence on his bed, the guilt eating him away as the voices of his ancestors echoed in his mind…

They ate away at his role at fatherhood.

They screamed that he shouldn’t have had a son at all.

They yelled that he shouldn’t have abandoned his past…

And he had no choice but to bear through the voices…

Soon they grew louder and louder, overlapping and echoing in his mind, almost painfully screaming in his ears.

He couldn’t help but cover his ears…

He wanted them to stop.

Make it stop.

Stop it…

“SILENCE!”

He yelled, startling one of his Watchers…or at least, a Watcher in training.

“My King?” Caramel Arrow asked, trying to reach out in comfort, but pulled away. Dark Cacao couldn’t cry nor sob…he’s lived his life knowing that it was no use to express those feelings…

“I’m…sorry..” Dark Cacao spoke, lifting his head up. (He hadn’t realized he’d basically arched his back) and palming his face.

“You are unwell Your Majesty.” Caramel Arrow spoke in concern. “Do you wish me to get the medics?” She asked, Dark Cacao shook his head.

“No…” He spoke. “Leave me be for a moment.”

Caramel Arrow nodded, Dark Cacao found comfort in that…that this cookie could understand his distress despite the fact he probably exiled her only friend…

She left the room, silently closing the door as not to agitate the king…as he sat on his bed in silence.

He was alone…as always…

Pure Vanilla Cookie was probably dead. Hollyberry Cookie hasn’t been seen in years. Golden Cheese? No one knows what became of her. And White Lily Cookie had understandably left without a word.

He had a son in his life…and he pushed him away too…

Now he was alone…as always…

In the silence…

In…the silence…?

Dark Cacao blinked in surprise, looking around warily…

It was never quiet…

He tried to focus on where the voices were but, he couldn’t sense them, couldn’t feel their thoughts or presence.

What was going on? Were they planning something?

He concentrated, almost as if he was having a battle with himself, what was he expecting? A threat? A taunt? A very painful headache that’s likely going to last till sunrise? He didn’t know.

He tried to focus, find whatever was causing this unnatural silence. (He calls it ‘unnatural’ since the voices literally cloud his thoughts)

“Curious one, are thou?”

He paused, blinking, he’s heard of many many voices, this was not one he was familiar with. “W-Who…?”

“You needn’t worry, thou is not in any danger…”

The voice sounded female…was it female? He couldn’t tell…

“Who are you? You’re not the Foundress…”

Indeed this cookie wasn’t, the Foundress’ voice was one he recognizes very clearly, her voice soothing him with gentle warm words that etched through his very soul…this voice….

This was not the same voice…

“Indeed…Thou is observant in this case, just as thou’s resolve…”

He scowled, he did not like this one bit…

“I am the previous holder of the Soul Jam from which Thou has now called Resolution.”

They spoke, her voice echoed in Dark Cacao’s mind for a mere moment.

“Previous…holder…?”

“Yes, indeed, thou is not the first to behold the power of the gods.” She spoke with benevolence and omnipotence. “Rather, Thou is only holding but a fraction of thine which was once held.”

“I have heard thou’s anguish…thou’s pain from the wrath of his guilt…” He trembled slightly. All his life he had been presenting himself as the strong, unyielding and unwavering King…to believe someone else, other than the Founders had seen this side of him…

The shameful, reckless and negligent King…

The one who weeps a traitor’s loss…

To hear someone else comfort him, was already shameful in itself.

“I do not need your comfort.” He spoke, clenching the blankets below him. “Nor your pity.”

“I do not seek to comfort thou’s pain, I had simply answered to thy will.” They spoke, he tried to look at the direction from where the voice was speaking in, but to no avail could he see the cookie in question. “Answered my will?”

“The Soul Jam’s power is far greater than what Thou has accomplished…simply ask it for what thou’s heart desires and it shall answer.” She explained, causing confusion in his mind. “Thou wished for privacy, thou had wished for silence…and it is with my presence did thy’s Soul Jam answered.”

So the Soul Jam summoned this Cookie to help him? Hm, that’s a first… “I’d be wary if I were thou, however, for I only answer to the Soul Jam’s desires, if thou does not seek comfort from me, I shall not give thou comfort, if thou does not seek thine presence from me, then I shall not stay.”

He thought about it for a moment, this new-found power in his soul…his mind now speaking to a voice that gave him a sense of dread…yet a moment of peace at last…

Perhaps, she could stay just a little longer…

“What is your name, Previous Holder?”

He could almost feel a smirk, or at least think they were smirking.

“Mystic Flour Cookie, at thou’s command, Your Majesty…”

[chloesimaginationthings]

All FNAF protagonists are artists.. and traumatized..

[lenaellsi]

mwah

[lenin-it-to-win-it]

Frodo: Sam hates Gollum, but that is what I shall become once I have lost myself to the ring... he’ll despise me... 

Sam if Frodo did turn into a Gollum: That’s a very nice fish you caught with your bare hands, Mr. Frodo, and its very smart of you to eat it raw, saves us the trouble of starting a fire. I knitted you a sweater in case you get cold running around in that loincloth of yours. Is the sun hurting your eyes? I’ll kill it if it’s bothering you. I’ll kill the sun

[gotchibam]

*offers you this doodle of happy trans pikachus for pride month* :) 💖💖💖

[zipsunz]

oh, yuki-kun. we were just talking about you.

[insert-cephalopod-joke]

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

yeaaaa i dont have context for this

[togepies]

Ah yes. Me. My girlfriend. And her 200lb owlbear cub.

[vaguely-concerned]

the fact that irving canonically survives through the end of asunder to be at wynne's funeral is so fucking funny to me. nothing but love and respect for MY unstoppable cockroach morally grey machiavellian mage dad!!! he's survived in his position through multiple attempted rites of annulment and blood mage plots popping up left right and center around him. the chantry keeps trying to stamp him out but his dodge game is simply out of this world, divine. civil wars, political machinations and minefields, chantry atrocities, this wily old motherfucker is dodging and weaving his way through it all, not-quite-no-hits-taken-running-it-but-honestly-close-enough-under-the-circumstances style. if solas does succeed in tearing down the veil I would fully believe that one of the like three people still alive at the end of it all would be a very weary 90 year old first enchanter irving going 'oh this shit again huh'. the maker has cursed him for his hubris and his paperwork is never finished (affectionate, it's fine he canonically loves paperwork)

[razzafrazzle]

I was put on this earth to draw bill cipher in minxy little outfits

[image description: a page of drawings of a human design for bill cipher from gravity falls, done to look like a magazine cover. here, bill is depicted as a thin, pale-skinned androgynous person with an uncomfortably-wide smile. on the left is a large full-body drawing of him with short yellow and red triangular pigtails, and he is wearing a yellow bikini top, long flaired pants, and chunky platform sandals, all with eye imagery present. on the right is a a smaller image of him with a longer yellow ponytail, where he is wearing a yellow sleeveless crop top and miniskirt, and is carrying shopping bags. below that is the text "billy" repeated down the page in a sleek font. the background is a soft, muted rainbow. end id]

[daftpatience]

the long-awaited sticker sheet of my mascot, digit

[sporeclan]

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Oh yay a new queen with kits let me just check out her informatioFOURTEEN MOONS?!?!?!?!?!?!??!

[s735]

I like him

[satorisoup]

⌗ 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐈 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 .ᐣ ⁝ ( ᰔ )

— bofurin boys

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ﾉ fluff. kisses. she/her pronouns used for tsubaki :3

𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 | forehead kisses —

umemiya loves to leave small kisses on your forehead. seeing as how he’s quite tall, he loves being able to bend down and leave a chaste kiss right in the center, smiling wide with a happy grin afterward at the sweet blush on your face. his hand will hold the back of your head to keep you in place, fingers slipping between strands of your hair and his lips soft as they connect with your skin.

𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐎 | hand kisses —

suo enjoys leaving trickles of gentle kisses along the expanse of your hands. cupping them in his before bringing them up to his lips, leaving small pecks that dance along your fingers in his wake. he’s a gentleman, after all, so he’ll always make sure to kiss the top of your hand hello, and peck your fingertips goodbye.

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐊𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀 | cheek kisses —

although sakura may never admit it, he loves the feeling of your soft lips grazing his cheeks. the way you pinch them for him to look your way, giggling as you softly peck the chub of his cheek. albeit he’s a bit nervous to show affection in public, but when in private, he may grumble under his breath before leaving a rushed kiss on your cheek too. he’s blushing madly, but he’s still as cute as ever.

𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐘𝐔 | nose kisses —

kiryu absolutely adores your nose. it’s just so cute, he can’t help but leave a small peck right at the tip. he’ll softly pinch it as he laughs, leaning in close to your reddening face before moving his head side to side, giving you sweet butterfly kisses as he smiles. just to tease you, he may just very softly bite at the point of your nose, telling you just how adorable it is and how much he loves to kiss it.

𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐎 | eye kisses —

tsubaki is incredibly endeared by your eyes, soft smile on her face as she leans down from the tops of her high heels, watching as your eyes flutter closed. she’ll leave small kisses on your eyelids, and carefully kiss your eyelashes in a fond gentleness. she’ll giggle once you look in the mirror, red lipstick smudges in the creases of your lids, telling you she just can’t help herself.

© satorisoup ── do not copy, repost, plagiarize, or feed any of my work into ai 🍓

[vwoop-prince]

YJ S3 Dick, still in the midst of his fever dream, hides underneath the 'souvenir' instead of behind some boxes, and accidentally opens the airlock trying to take care of the Parademons. The others get it to close... but not before Nightwing is thrown into space.

There, he stares at the ship holding his friends and mentors. There, he wishes more than anything that he can, somehow, survive. There, he tries to live, if only so his family don't have to bury him like Jason.

There, Nightwing dies, wanting to save everyone, even with the cold seeping into his bones far too quickly for a regular section of space.

Then, Dick opens his eyes to... Earth? There's a little house, and grass, and trees, but there's a bubble of green over it all. Outside of that green was an entire castle, one that looked like it should have far more support beams than it does for even a hope that it stays standing.

And the sky was swirling shades of that same green. It makes him think of Lazarus.

"Well, that's something you don't see every day." He whips his head behind him, a bit too fast for Earth's atmosphere, but it doesn't hurt him. Past the bubble of green was a blue-skinned adult in purple robes, the insides of a grandfather-clock fitted inside their torso, and a black staff with a stopwatch on its top. Beside them was a man with snow white hair, glowing green eyes, a crown of frozen fire dancing above his head, and the most galaxy-like cloak Dick's ever seen clasped to his shoulders. He's wearing... a hazmat suit? Maybe? The twinkling stars and odd lighting of wherever he is were giving him a bit of a headache.

But in front of those two, within this bubble, was...

"DICK!" Wally shouted with unrestrained glee, a blur overtaking his spot for barely a heartbeat before Dick's stuck in a crushing hug that he reciprocates once his brain stops feeling like its melting.

He doesn't know how long it took for them to calm down, but the man with the crown spoke up after a time, as Wally was still wiping their faces free of tears. "Welcome to the Infinite Realms, Nightwing." Dick barely even registered that he was still wearing his suit, but now it felt suffocating. "I suppose you're the one Clockwork was holding out for; There shouldn't've been enough Ectoplasm around you to form a Ghost, and your physical body's still in space. I can see why you like this one, though, Clockie," he states flippantly, turning to his companion. Almost like he didn't expect Dick to pay too close attention to what he was saying.

"Either way, there's two options for you." The man didn't let Dick swallow his tears and question anything. Dick's not sure if he's grateful or not. "First: Stay in the Realms permanently. You'll see Kid Flash whenever you want and learn to be a Ghost with the denizens of the Realms. Maybe find your parents."

"But..." Dick pulls away from Wally, keeping him at arms length, eyes flitting between them. The two outside the bubble were distinctly... ghost-like, so the mentions of 'Ghosts' make sense. But Wally looked... alive. A bit pale, a bit thin... but alive. Dick can't see any of his own skin to see if it was blue or tinted that way, but the Nightwing symbol on his chest kept flickering between its own blue and this 'Realms' green. "But--What about the others? What about you? Why can't you come home?" The last two, he focuses on Wally, because now he can feel a heartbeat beneath his gloves. Wally's alive. He's alive.

His friend just shrugs. "Something about their portals not fit for the living? I'm meant to wait for someone to figure out a permanent portal, but they won't tell me how long that'll take." Wally glares at the... 'Ghosts'? There was a heat to it, but it also seemed like this was a well-worn argument.

"The permanent portal was always an 'if', Wallace West. And that is entirely dependent on if Richard Grayson takes the second option," the clock Ghost--Clockwork?--speaks up. But instead of the adult Dick was expecting, there was an elderly Ghost in their place. Still with the time motif. Was that... more literal than Dick took it?

"Yes, the second option..." The crowned man glares daggers at Clockwork. The temperature dips below comfortable. Dick tries to blink the spaceship and stars out of his sight, withdrawing his arms from Wally to try and warm himself. Tries to remember he's not in space. "The second option is that you return to your body... changed. You'll be able to protect Earth better, stay with your alive family, save the Lost Ones... for a price."

Dick doesn't know if he should ignore the plural in 'Lost Ones'. He doesn't know if he's reading too much into how, in this Realm, apparently only his parents were able to be found. Where's Jason? He doesn't dare hope, but...

"What's the price?"

The man smiles and a ring of blue forms around his waist. It splits in two and travels up and down his body, replacing the cloak and whatever clothes he was actually wearing with a NASA shirt, worn jeans, and red sneakers actually duct taped together. The blue tint to his otherwise tan skin fades completely. His hair turns black. His eyes turn blue.

He was like a taller, slightly slimmer, way hotter version of Bruce.

The man walks through the bubble, but doesn't disturb the grass beneath his feet. "You become the Ghost King's vassal." Dick flinches away and almost hides behind Wally. "Not my idea! But, well... it is either this, or your permanent death."

"What does becoming a vassal do to him?" Wally asks, gently trying to stop Dick from breaking his ribs with how tightly he was hugging himself. Does he even have ribs?

"He gains my powers. Ice, electricity, invisibility, intangibility, flight... He becomes a Halfa. He becomes what I was, in life. Just... needing to make offerings to me, now and then. Something like that, at least. I give him powers, he gives me a chunk of, I don't know, chocolate once a week. Like a warlock."

Wally keeps talking to the man, keeps getting information that he knows he should pay attention to, but something in his chest screams to accept this deal, and he can't focus on anything else.

Nightwing can protect. He can return to life and go back to Blüdhaven, be the Vigilante they need. He can visit Gotham every now and then, help with cases and stop criminals from harming others. He can see his brother. He can see his friends. He can eat Alfred's cookies, and have little get-togethers with Babs and the Team--hell, he can argue with Bruce.

And all he has to do is... give an offering to this guy? The Ghost King? Every once in a while?

"There's no other price?" The King turns his attention to Dick. His eyes had shifted to a blue-green that almost hypnotize him. The green swirls, the blue forms and melts like snowflakes, and he can't look away.

He takes another step forward and Wally steps to the side. There was familiarity between them. Wally deferred to him. Dick can't quite tell why. Though, with how Wally hasn't once looked at Clockwork, maybe it's because he's... grounded? Are all speedsters in trouble with, what, the Ghost of Time? That... actually makes perfect sense.

"I'll be honest, Nightwing: You've impressed me." The weight behind the King's words lifts the ones that've been on his shoulders since he was nine. "You remind me of myself. Maybe, if I wasn't a Halfa... If I had a mentor... I could've been like you.

"Despite Clockwork's insistence over the years that I get back in touch with the living, I've held off. When he eventually suggested that I help create another Halfa, I locked him in his tower for twenty years. I didn't want anyone to go through what I had. But, now... I see that you won't. You can't. Even if you hide this deal--our shared powers... You'll still have people by your side. Strong people. Smart people. You can already handle yourself. And I'd love to see what you can do--who you can save--with my help."

There was maybe two inches between their faces when the King finishes speaking. Dick roves his eyes across the other's face, trying to find the common and familiar ticks that show lies and deceit and manipulation. All he finds is sincerity and genuine care.

Wally plays with his fingers from the corner of his eye, gaze hopeful as he looks between the two of them. Wally, who was alive and breathing and able to leave if he accepts. Eventually. Somehow.

Dick Grayson sends a quiet apology to his parents and hopes they will forgive him for being a little bit selfish.

"I accept."

He flings his eyes open. Above him, domino mask too wobbly to be properly secured anymore, was Robin crying and begging him to wake up. His hands were sloppily placed over his heart. Batman was trying to drag him away, the firm set of his jaw screaming grief.

Nightwing gasps once he registers his lungs burning.

There's a large cacophony of noise, multiple bright suits and people hounding over him, and the distinct artificial taste of slightly-too-much oxygen that the ship with the Parademons had. That he flew out of and died. He was still too cold.

Someone moves their arm beneath his knees and shoulder and Dick passes out.

(Dick 'Nightwing' Grayson dies in space. Ghost King Danny Phantom likes this too-human Hero. They split their souls in half, take one piece of the others, and all they know is that Phantom is now Nightwing's Patron Deity. Danny uses ice, for electricity killed him. Dick uses electricity, for ice killed him. They are opposites, and yet so incredibly similar. Clockwork was looking forward to when Danny starts putting off his paperwork to hang out with his new 'friend'.)