#Also inspired by someone else's au

[radiance1]

The Destroyer and his just as Great Apprentice

In a land on the continent of Beast Yeast, where strength ruled supreme and all lived in fear and awe of Destruction. Sat a temple that stood still in time since aeons past, through the rise and fall of various civilizations, untouched by the Tide of Change and the single largest surviving piece of history since the primordial past.

Sat upon a throne that once laid empty yet forever unclaimed, sat none other than the one once regarded as the great Herald of Change.

The Great Destroyer.

“Bored…” The Destroyed grumbled to himself, head resting on his hand as he looked down upon his throne room. “So bored…”

“Great One.” Nutmeg Tiger Cookie, general of the Spice Swarm, stepped forwards, bowing her head as she spoke. “Whatever ails you so?”

Burning Spice Cookie scoffed. “Tell me, Nutmeg Tiger Cookie, how goes the preparations to begin our bird hunt?” 

“Saffron Buffalo Cookie is assembling his army as we speak.” Nutmeg Tiger Cookie stated. “Though it will take some time to prepare the transportation to Crispia, I assure you Great One that we shall find the thief and bring her before you soon.”

“Oh?” Burning Spice Cookie hummed, raising an eyebrow. “And just how soon is ‘soon?’”

“At the very least, a few weeks-”

“Too long!” Burning Spice Cookie shouted, slamming his fist down against his throne. “I have waited eons within the Silver Tree, months for Dark Enchantress Cookie to grant me a new body, and now you tell me I have to wait even more just to have a good fight!?”

“Apologies, Great One-”

“An apology is not enough!” Burning Spice Cookie stood up from his throne, stalking over to Nutmeg Tiger Cookie. His hand wrapped around her throat as he lifted her from the ground, a literal fire in his eyes as he stared into her own. “Go to Saffron Buffalo Cookie and tell him to hurry up, or I shall crumble both him and his pathetic little tribe!” 

“O-Of course, Great One!” Nutmeg Tiger Cookie coughed out, a grunt leaving her lips after Burning Spice Cookie threw her onto the ground. She quickly got up to her feet and bowed her head. “I shall inform him right away!”

“Hmpf.” Burning Spice Cookie huffed as he watched her leave, walking back to his throne and sitting back down. “Pathetic. So many cookies and none can offer me a good fight, ‘Spice Swarm?’ Don’t make me laugh!” He leaned back on his throne, a frown on his lips.

“When will the little thief make her way heeeere?” He groaned out. The boredom was killing him. “Daring to claim my Soul Jam and daring to make me wait? The absurdity of that fallen Sovereign!”

He itched to destroy something, to have a good and enjoyable fight. 

Yes, a good bit of destruction always sent his jam boiling!

But what to destroy indeed…?

Perhaps that little Kulfi tribe? No, no. Too weak to offer him the fight he craved. Perhaps the Pepper Pangolins? Breaking through their armour would be easy, but if he wanted to play around a bit they should last him a while. Hm… No. He wasn’t feeling it. How about the Cilantro tribe? They have been growing a bit numerous compared to the others as of late, culling their numbers could prove fun… But then again, destruction without destroying all of it was always unsatisfying.

And the Saffron Buffalos were preparing to head off to Crispa to capture the fallen sovereign.

“Ugh!” Burning Spice Cookie threw his head back against his throne, hitting the arm of his throne once more. “There’s nothing to destroy! If I didn’t need that pathetic storm to bring me Golden Cheese Cookie I could have destroyed everything and cure my boredom by now!”

Honestly! Years of imprisonment and boredom, now finally free to walk Earthbread once more, and he was only met with even more boredom!

Perhaps he should pay a visit to those little Faerie-

Oh?

What was this?

He brought a hand up to touch against his Soul Jam. It felt as if it were… Resonating. How odd…

Was Golden Cheese Cookie already here!?

Haha! Wonderful! A little threat and they were already working fast! Fast indeed!

He closed his eyes, peering into his Soul Jam to see through Golden Cheese Cookie’s own, just to get a look at her. To once more see the thief that dared to claim half of his power before he got to see her with his own eyes.

So he was impatient, whatever.

Except for the fact that-

“What.” Burning Spice Cookie growled, snapping his eyes open as they leaked with flames.

-Golden Cheese Cookie was still in her ruined kingdom.

“How dare they!” He got up from his throne and grabbed his axe. “Those pathetic little bulls dare to try and deceive me! They’re looking to be crumbled, I see!” Burning Spice Cookie smiled, stalking out of his throne. “Ohoho, if that’s what they wish for, then I am happy to oblige!”

Before he paused.

If Golden Cheese Cookie wasn’t in Beast Yeast, then who or what, exactly, was his Soul Jam resonating with?

The Beast’s brow furrowed, momentarily forgetting his anger in place of his confusion. Was this another trick of the Witches? No, most likely not, those blasted creators were most likely still unaware he was free from his imprisonment. 

Did they bake another Cookie with the power of the Soul Jam? If so, then why on Earthbread was it resonating with his Soul Jam in the first place?

“Hmm.” Burning Spice Cookie crossed his arms, a thoughtful expression on his face as he thought over the matter for a moment later. Before a savage grin overtook his face. “Well then, I suppose I’ll just have to go and see for myself!”

If there truly was another Cookie baked and bestowed with Soul Jam in his realm, then he could finally have the fight he craved while waiting for his little thief.

—

This was outside of his expectations.

He expected a worthy adversary baked and blessed with Soul Jam, a Cookie he could throw beneath the Tide of Change to see if they could overcome it or be swallowed whole!

Yet what he got was not what he expected.

“You dare to mimic my appearance, small fool?” Burning Spice Cookie scowled down at the tiny imposter, the one that his Soul Jam resonated with as if they were actually someone of note.

“I want to grow up to be feared and powerful just like you!” The Cookie exclaimed, lifting up their imitation of his own axe as they looked up at him with such clear admiration and adoration that lit up their face. “So yes, I did!”

Burning Spice Cookie froze.

How long ago was it, since a Cookie had dared to look at him in such a way before? To dare make such a boastful claim to his very face? To imitate him of all Cookies. Children looked at him with naught but fear and apprehension, as did all of the Wild Spices under his domain.

Except Nutmeg Tiger Cookie, but there was something wrong with that one, so she didn’t count.

“Well…” Burning Spice Cookie crouched down, still towering over the small Cookie who looked so similar to him that it was almost praiseworthy. His Soul Jam was still resonating, though at a lesser degree than it was before, a gentle thumping compared to before. To have a child look at him in such a way was… “You have guts.”

It seems he had gotten soft.

—

“Keep your eyes open, my apprentice!” Burning Spice Cookie shouted over the roaring of the Spice Storm. “You wish to be just as fearsome as I? Then you cannot allow yourself to fall victim to something as paltry as this!”

“Yes- achoo!- sir!” His apprentice shouted back, letting out a series of coughs as he struggled to keep his watering eyes open. 

Burning Spice Cookie lunged, raising his axe before bringing it down on the smaller Cookie. Who quickly raised his own to block the (very much held back) strike.

“Good!” Burning Spice Cookie laughed, the fire in the child’s eyes was adorable. He brought up his knee to crash into his apprentice, sending him flying for a short distance before he managed to get his wings under him. “Keep that energy, my young destroyer! That fire shall serve you well!”

His apprentice flew towards him with a cry, swinging his axe down the exact same way in which Burning Spice Cookie had done a moment prior. “Ack-choo!” He sneezed, missing his strike entirely from his shifted focus. Burning Spice Cookie stepped to the side, bringing up his knee once more and crashing it into his apprentice’s stomach, knocking the air from his lungs before batting him away with the flat of his axe.

“Come now, you can do better than that Golden Spice Cookie!” He shouted, resting his axe on his shoulder and his hand on his hip. “You hold but a fraction of the Light of the Change, yet even that should be more than enough to overcome this! Do better, young destroyer!” 

Golden Spice Cookie coughed, looking at him through one watering eye before sneezing. He slowly got up to their knees, using the shaft of their axe as a crutch to get up on their own two legs, wings low to the ground.

“Yes, that’s it!” The Beast encouraged, raising a fist. “Don’t you dare just lay down and accept defeat! If you are able, get back up again! Fight until your last breath, even if your very dough begins to crumble, keep fighting until you are able to no longer!”

“Yes sir!” Golden Spice Cookie shouted, wings spreading out to their full extent behind him before he rushed forwards. Closing the distance between him and his mentor before flapping his wings and taking to the sky, before crashing back downwards like a meteor.

A metallic clang was muffled by the Spice Storm as their weapons clashed, the ground beneath Burning Spice Cookie cracking into a small crater from the weight of the attack as the Light of Destruction and a small fraction of the Light of Change resonated between wielders.

“Good, good!” The Beast of Destruction laughed, manic and proud as he easily held his ground before the clash. “Just like that, my apprentice! The power bestowed upon you should be used in its entirety! You hold power leagues and bounds beyond that of pathetic Cookies, now use it and entertain me!”

Burning Spice Cookie swung his axe, knocking the far younger Cookie away and ending their clash. He ran after them, following up with a two handed, overhead strike.

The ground cracked, a clear line splitting it open as soon as it and his axe met.

The young destroyer avoided the attack by taking to the skies, wings carrying him the furthest they were able (and dared) to within the Spice Storm before folding against his back. Gravity quickly took hold once more, sending him on a downward descent towards his mentor with both hands around the handle of his axe.

Burning Spice Cookie grinned. His Soul Jam roared, his jam was boiling.

This was going to be fun!

—

“Ah, Great One…” Nutmeg Tiger Cookie began slowly, tentatively, as she stared at the sight.

“Hm?” Burning Spice Cookie dipped his thumb into a cup of gathered lassi, bringing it up to wipe at the spice in his apprentice’s eyes. “What do you want, Nutmeg Tiger Cookie?”

“Forgive me for asking, but who-”

“Achoo!”

“Cease your squirming or we’ll be here forever!”

“-Is that…” She said, staring at the winged Cookie that, for some reason, was being cared for by her master. Alongside that, looking like a carbon copy of him.

If she didn’t know any better, she would have believed-

Burning Spice Cookie snorted, a snarl coming up on his lips as he glared at the general. “Do I need to explain myself to you, Nutmeg Tiger Cookie?”

“Of course not, Great One!” She said hurriedly, to which Burning Spice Cookie simply huffed and rolled his eyes.

“How much longer?” Golden Spice Cookie whined, causing Burning Spice Cookie to click his tongue.

“Patience, my young destroyer.” He said, gently rubbing some more lassi onto the child’s eye. They had been fighting in the storm since it had begun (Burning Spice Cookie’s idea, of course) and to its very end, so to say that his apprentice was covered in spice was an understatement. “Good things come to those who wait.” 

“Hmm.” The Cookie whined, but said nothing more.

Burning Spice Cookie paused briefly, very briefly, before continuing.

When was the last time he had ever uttered those words to another? It was most definitely a very, very long time ago.

What was he even doing, sitting here and rubbing the spice from the eyes of a child as if he were his guardian? Burning Spice Cookie was not, of course. A mentor was far different from a guardian, but still. Why was he being so… Lenient? Soft? Gentle, with a child he barely knew for less than a day?

A child that held but a shard of Destruction and Abundance, yes. But if anything, he should have just crumbled him right then and there and reclaim the fragments of his power. Yet instead, he had taken him under his wing.

Metaphorically speaking, of course.

Hm.

Perhaps it was something he was to think of later.

He got up to his feet, throwing the cup of lassi behind him and hearing it shatter on the floor. He then strode past his general. “Clean that up.” He commanded, before beckoning the young destroyer with a hand. “Come, Golden Spice Cookie.” Then he walked out of the room.

“Oh, coming!” Golden Spice Cookie said, quickly getting onto his feet as he ran after his mentor. “Bye miss tiger lady!” He said, waving at Nutmeg Tiger Cookie before a shout of “Hurry up!” Made him turn away and run out of the room.

Nutmeg Tiger Cookie crossed her arms, slowly looking towards the shattered cup and spilled lassi before glaring at it in disgust.

She was not cleaning that.

She then walked out of the room, looking for a Kulfi.

That was all they were good for, after all.

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Not even going to lie, this inspired by this post made by @totallygray and this comic made by @mixierupperc20 to be honest. Check em out and allat.

[unknownarmageddon]

swimming pools at night

killer belongs to rahafwabas cross belongs to jael peñaloza rental suits au belongs to me and @psycho-chair

[g0nefischin]

MERSKELES PART 3!

Definitely not mermay anymore but here's the last 3 sirens I wanted to do

and some explanation on why I choose what I did under the cut

(little warning for parasites on fresh's section)

So from left to right

Dream is a golden colored koi carp fish, I picked it because they are very pretty and they represent a lot of positive things like luck and fortune, some people even wish on them to make their dreams come true :> I also thought of the legend where a golden koi fish climbs a large waterfall to turn into a dragon, so they have some mythical legends as well. In terms of the actual fish, Koi are very sociable and sturdy, they also live for quite awhile.

Nightmare is a coelacanth, he should probably be an octopus considering he has tentacles, but I really wanted to make him a coelacanth because I think they are neat. Coelacanth's are very old with the latest fossils being over 400 million years old, they were thought to be extinct until one was found in 1938, grandpa nightmare. They are also nocturnal, sleeping in caves during the day, they live deep in the ocean as well. 

Fresh is actually a two in one, he is a rainbow parrotfish with a tongue-eating louse in his mouth. Out of alI the bright fish I did a parrotfish because I really like their gradients, and I think the magenta fins fit his jacket. He's a parasite inside of a Sans body, so I picked a fish parasite to go along with the fish half of his body. I chose the tongue-eating louse, a type of parasite that replaces a fish's tongue. It first severs the blood vessels to the tongue and once it falls off takes its place. feeding on nutrients and acting as a new tongue for the rest of the fish's life, very cool and terrifying.

[sammorallee]

radioapple from my human!au fanfic i'm currently writing!!!

and i'll probably post the first chapter soon!!! in two languages!!! yay!!!

my ao3

[nowandforalways]

Modern AU LOTR where Frodo, Merry, and Pippin have their own MBMBAM-style advice show.

"Welcome to My Cousin, My Cousin, and Me; I'm your eldest cousin, Frodo Baggins"

"And I'm your middlest cousin, Merry 'Tall Boy' Brandybuck"

"And I'm your sweet baby cousin and 30 under 30 Middle Earth luminary, Pippin Took"

"It's really not fair that you were the only one under 30 when they were giving those out, Pip. Why couldn't they have come round a few decades earlier?"

There's a lot of Munch Squad because they're hobbits and they care a lot about food. Frodo does do them, and they are just as filled with weird characters as Justin's Munch Squad, but they're all much more obviously based on people they know. Frodo, as it turns out, can do a killer Legolas voice.

Pippin has a tendency to make up weird games and/or go off on weird tangents a la Travis, so Merry then takes Griffin's spot as the one getting increasingly more annoyed with him. Frodo just does Justin's weird little balloon-deflating laugh.

Guest-perts have included Bilbo, Gandalf, and Merry & Pippin's fathers. One time someone sends in a Wikihow article about gardening, so they bring on Sam as a Guest-pert, but it's like the most absurd advice ever, and while the cousins are all riffing on it, Sam spends the entire time getting more and more audibly offended. This is so entertaining to the audience that Sam continues appearing on the show, to the point that it's more like "My Cousin, My Cousin, and Me...and Sam"

[onceaponatimetherewasafool]

Being incredibly self indulgent and sharing shitty afternoon sketches of my ayuu (haha get it) where yuu is miraculous ladybug. Technically they are based on a pre-existing marinette au I've been rotating in my head for literal years but I think they've become enough of their own person (though still totally inspired by her) that I can get away with treating them like a sort of oc/blank slate character.

[originalartblog]

Hello!!

Would you mind if someone wrote a fic using the tiny-[insert character] idea?

I was brainrotting hard over an AU where everyone has a tiny version of themselves, who acts like a child with no adult like restrictions (an unleashed inner child, you could say)

Oh for that you don't even have to give me credit/mention me unless you really want to, I didn't come up with the original idea of tiny-fying your faves, that's rather common and comes in many flavours!

If you're directly using my lore and stuff, like actively using my ideas, yeah I would like and prefer to be mentioned (and notified, as I've said before!), but if you got your own original spin that happens to resemble and/or was sparked by me or some other fan's ideas, that's an entirely different topic

[mightbeart]

Okay, so maybe I'm still thinking about @feintenstein's swap au comic. I already rambled about how much I love it on my Disco Elysium specific blog (@discobrainrot for anyone interested) but the emotions it gives me are still rattling around in the ol' noggin (mostly because I want Kim to get a hug lol).

A big part of why I keep thinking about it is how much I love the Moomin-ified Disco Elysium stuff! I really wanted to try my hand at drawing it, too and lemme tell you, it's not an easy style to nail down. Mad respect.

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

trying to psych myself up to finally do oc refs by doing fandom-related refs instead: volume 1

wanted to update my yuma from whatever tf this au is so he was a bit more unique... takes inspo from a lot of different things while also trying to be its own sorta thing? which is fitting given the au ;)

bonus chibi now that i'm also figuring out how tf to do chibis lol:

[fitpacs]

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[pastafossa]

Hi! I was just wondering if you got my other ask about a TRT au that I want to write. I want to get the ok from you before I start anything.

I went digging for your asks and found them!

First off I feel like Deadpool when he's talking about fourth walls. A fanfic about a fanfic??? that's like... DOUBLE FANFICS

Second off I'm absolutely DELIGHTED by the idea and also really honored that someone would want to do TRT fanfic??? Just got me like

I am 100% ok with it! Anything that puts more fanfic into the world makes me happy tbh, AND it feels like a lovely continuation of the cycle that got *me* writing fic plus if i eventually take parts of trt and make it a real book as planned i would love if people ficced that IT'S THE CIIIIIIIIRCLE OF LIFE

There are only only two things I'd ask (applies to anyone else who may want to do TRT fanfic, which I'm fine with).

Proper credit back to TRT. If the fic's on AO3, then the 'This work is a remix, a translation, a podfic, or was inspired by another work' option when posting is what to use, and that'll let it pop up at the bottom of TRT under the 'works inspired by this one'. If it'll be posted on Wattpad or Tumblr, a link to TRT on AO3 and an acknowledgment is all I'd ask!

This one isn't specific to your idea (which I looked over and am totally fine with!). This is more for anyone else: please do not try to finish TRT, in the sense of trying to write the next chapters. AUs are fine, Blip fics are fine (I admittedly have a Blip side fic planned but it'll be outside of the main TRT story), various adventures, Foggy musings on canon, shenanigans, NSFW or SFW scenes, whatever, are all fine! I only draw the line at 'Pasta hasn't updated in a bit so I'm going to write the next chapters and post it'.

Other than that, you are free to move about the cabin with my blessing! I'm super excited to see what you come up with!

[whatareyoudoingwithamaserati]

I think PrinceZam should be put in a saw trap. Not that it’d be good for him just that it would force him to either confront the worst of his mortality and all of his fears and force him to reckon with the parts of himself that he continually tries to deny. Or die trying

[paintedpawz]

Oh my, how sweet! Resident darling of this dark and spooky little cul-de-sac wants to go trick 'r treat with you. Just beware, neighbor... not all the residents are as friendly as he is. 😈

Little quick redesign of Imp Wally inspired by @killertoons design, since my old design just wasn't as cute and I personally feel I've gotten better at drawing Wally! I had to of course add Home, or rather Monster House inspired home and I had a lot of fun experimenting with a more detailed background in a doodle that turned into a thought out sketch. My reference actually, was this piece of Sam merch I WANT SO BAD......

[wheucto]

ii au where (nearly) everyone on the show is just some kind of abnormal being

[rotisseries]

we should make a hard sci fi/space opera type of au where the party are all a crew on their own spaceship and the upsidedown/vecna is a weird eldritch space horror or something

[softquietsteadylove]

4th

He felt more guilty about it and was more eager to leave her alone but it was Thena who felt familiar and comfortable with him. She came to the shop the next day but it was closed, Gilgamesh was just watching her, hiding somewhere and debating himself if he'll go out and see her...and he did. She was happy to see him and she ordered the same thing that she orders everytime. After that he realized that she needs him, she has no one in her life but him. So he decided to stay for her thinking that it won't be bad to be a baddass gangster pretending to be a sweet coffee shop owner.

I'm sorry it has 4 parts😭 thank you so much!!!! I owe you my life, really.

Gil looks up as he hears a knock on the front window. He isn't open yet, and he's ready to tell whomever that. Then he sees who it is, walking over to open the door with a smile, "Thena."

"Hi," she smiles back, stepping in demurely as he opens the door just for her and then locks it again. "Sorry to come in early."

He shakes his head, sliding his trays of pastries into the case lengthwise, "for you?--come in anytime."

Thena shifts on her feet, toying with the strap of her purse. She looks just like she did when he first met her for the second time. "I just...I wanted to tell you I had a lovely time, last night."

His heart swells in his chest.

He's had this idea that he shouldn't have anything to do with her. It's too dangerous, he wants to protect her etc. And those things are true. But then he thinks about the lost look on her face, the first time she ordered a cappuccino off him (and every time after). He thinks about how he bought online masterclasses on baking and barista-ing so he could run a proper cafe, just so Thena would have a place that makes it just how she likes.

He thinks about how he doesn't seem entirely able to go on with his life if she's not in it.

He didn't think she remembered anything about the crash, he has to admit. But he still doesn't know if her memories will actually come back or not. And if they don't...he doesn't think he cares. He'll take care of her, make sure she's safe. He'll be whatever she needs him to be.

Thena tilts her head as he slides the pastry case door closed and walks over to her. Her eyes flutter as he steps right into her space and just barely touches his lips to her cheek.

"I did too," he says easily, and it's entirely true. It was the first date he'd wanted to have with her nearly a year ago now, after all. And she'll remember this one.

Thena looks down at the white heels on her feet. "If you're free, this weekend maybe-"

"Sounds great!"

Thena lets out a laugh, watching him as he continues to set up for business, "I haven't told you what it is, yet!"

"Doesn't matter," he excuses easily, and walks over to lean against the counter. She leans closer too. "Anything with you is perfect to me."

"Do you say that to all your customers?" she smirks at him, and it reminds him of Thena the museum tour guide.

He could easily tell her that none of his customers are as pretty as her, because they're not. "Y'know, I think you'd be surprised to find that I don't talk to any of my customers as much as I talk to you."

He sees Thena's eyes drift down to his lips, and his eyes do the same. He's thought about this--he's thought about it countless times before. He's also worried about what to do when the opportunity finally did arise.

He still worries about Thena. He still worries about if he can really settle into being a cafe owner after the life he's had. But most of all, he wonders if he can really say he has any right to be with her when he's caused the greatest trauma of her life.

Thena leans up, touching her lips to his gently.

Gil kisses her back. He holds her cheek and tilts his head into it, because he's wanted to kiss her for more than a year. He has loved her for more than a year now, no matter how unfair that is. He has things to tell her, things to make up for. But he'll be there for it all.

Gil threads their fingers together as they pull out of the kiss. He looks into those green eyes, same as they were when he first met her - both times - and knows that he can't walk away from her. He tried and failed once already. And he doesn't intend on abandoning her again.

"Well," Thena murmurs, eyes drifting away from his with a nervous but pleased smile on those lips. "I should let you open for the day."

"Just before you do," Gil says softly, opening up the counter to pull her over to their little table. He pulls her chair out for her and everything, sitting across from her like he's done plenty of times before.

Thena furrows her brows as he sits down heavily, frowning. "Gil?"

"You were honest with me last night," he whispers, pulling her hands into his, "and now I want to do the same. The truth is...there's a reason I knew it was your birthday, Bookworm."