#Redemption Dark AU

[the-lost-writer]

MINOR ANNOUNCEMENT!

We (me and @thatonexman ) are rebranding/renaming the Redemption Dark AU

Say hello to…

Black Ice - Redemption Dark AU

Please check part 4 out here

[wanologic]

vlad met him there via helicopter

[slacksterdidnothingwrong]

Decepticons ran out of energon!! (REAL) (NOT CLICKBAIT) (THEYRE EATING NOTHING BUT DARK ENERGON!!)

If you wanna hear about my lovely little au I am happy to info dump :3

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 241

Wing au? Wing Au. With perhaps a bit of a twist. Also a hint of eldritchness perhaps. For fun! 

Ghosts have wings. Sure, they aren’t normally seen, not in the visible spectrum, but they do. Scanners pick them up, and sometimes a ghost might even reveal them, which was hypothesized to be some sort of animalistic intimidation attempt. (Something more than one Amity Parker rolled their eyes at)

Everyone had seen them at least once- the motorcycle-driving ghost’s mass of shadowy feathers, the green-haired girls matching shaggy ones, the rocker’s ones that looked like pages of music before bursting into flame. Even the box ghost’s had been spotted- feathers looking more like sheets of cardboard than anything else. 

It wasn’t until the whole kidnapped to the ghost zone that anyone saw Phantom’s, but that was another tale unto itself really. Honestly the arrival of the GIW would have maybe been seen as positive before, but the fact that many of them had looked in the mirror or gone to the doctors only to find feathers beginning to sprout on their back soured it. 

Especially as the GIW continues to prattle on and on about how all ecto-contaminated scum are less than human, less than bacteria. And well, what does that make them? Them, who have been to the realms of the dead and gods and back, touched by the swirling green energy in ways incomprehensible? Changed by that energy? 

So the people silently brush hidden feathers together, quietly rebuff the white-wearing lunatics from the city as best they can, and hope to anything listening that they can stop anyone else from disappearing. That maybe they can find the few no one noticed had been taken before it’s too late, even if they have to tear down the entire government to do it. 

[redemption-ruin-au]

[YIPPPPEEEEEEEE]

"...A beanbag is a boneless couch :0"

@ask-ghost-eclipse

[zarvasace]

“She was also insane.” Prince readjusts so he leans up against a tree, his red cloak protecting his tunic from the bark. “You don't know the half of it.” “Do we have to talk about her?” Link asks. He finally looks away.  “No.”

Don't mind me just making fanart of a fic I'm writing that isn't even published involving a lot of OCs that nobody cares about :)

Edit: these guys masterpost

[jellyfosh]

Kraken Leviathan Dark

beware of the wittle Quacken and its henchmen of jellyfishes (virabots)

Dark: I’m a monster rawr rawr rawr >:3 fear me

[umbrellieo]

this is what the redeemed!smilk au feels like to me

[bonefall]

Bramblestar being really proud that he came up with Spiderbite as a dishonor title, up until he realizes just how into it Spider is. It gets on his nerves to the point he also takes his dishonor title away early, this time everyone supports it

Bramblestar: "It is time to forgive the sins of the past, and I think Spiderleg has proven his devotion to the clan, so I will grant him his name back, any objections?"

Spiderleg: "Well I-"

Bramblestar: "ANY OTHER OBJECTIONS"

Bramblestar was SPEEDRUNNING through undoing their Dishonor Titles. Not a single one of them worked. Stupidhead was wheezing. Spiderbite liked it too much. Shredbloom, EXACTLY as Squirrelflight predicted, just felt even more ostracized.

Complete and total backfire. In general, Dishonor Titles for Dark Forest Trainees didn't work because they didn't actually address the underlying problems that drove these cats towards training there. The "true believers" in Tigerstar's agenda died fighting for it-- most of these cats survived BECAUSE they turned tail.

But by the time Bramblestar was backpeddaling, the damage was done. Blossomfall fled to join The Kin in BB!AVoS, along with several other cats who found the cult's message of true family and unity appealing.

Like mice into open jaws.

[i3utterflyeffect]

anyway. the idea of the selkie!au CG baffling and deeply concerning the other hollowheads by calling selkie!alan 'dad' will never not be funny to me.

[the-lost-writer]

Black Ice - Redemption Dark AU

(Part 4)

Blurb

Stuck in a white box purgatory after his defeat by TSC, Dark sulks. He is the greatest, strongest, and most intelligent stick in the entire universe! And he is stuck here in this… well he isn’t quite sure where but he knows it cannot contain him forever, it’s just taking longer for him to escape without his powers.

One day (if you can even call it day) a glowing orb comes to him with an offer, an offer to get him out on one condition. Dark gladly takes the offer since he will be able to outsmart this being. After all, he is the most intelligent stick in the universe.

Here is the beginning for anyone new: Part 1

Job

Dark walks into the sleepy burger place, the bell tinkles overhead as the door swings closed. There is one stick eating a burger while looking at his rocket phone. Behind the register stands a bored looking deep-violet stick. He jumps when Dark walks towards him.

“Hello and welcome to Wally’s Burger and Fries, what can I get for you today?” He greets Dark automatically.

The orb is floating around the stick's head. He doesn’t notice it at all so Dark decides not to acknowledge it either.

“I’m here for the job” Dark proclaims confidently. This job will be easy, there are barely any customers.

“Ah, are you the new hire? The manager is in the back.” He points over his shoulder at the employees only door.

Dark smirks and walks around the counter and through the little swinging gate. He strides through the employee’s only door and into the back. Technically he’s not officially employed yet, so *technically* this counts as an illegal act, right? PLEASE let it be illegal, Dark will take anything at this point.

The orb zips into the back and explores the kitchen while Dark looks around for the manager. After scanning the room he spots an older looking brownish stick standing at the sink washing dishes. He approaches them and clears his throat.

“Hey buddy, where’s the manager?” Dark asks, intentionally being rude.

The old man stops his chores to look up at Dark and chuckles. On closer inspection he’s not *that* old, maybe mid to late thirties, but to Dark he is ancient.

“Hello. Dark was it? Nice to meet you. My name is Wally” He takes off his rubber gloves and takes Darks hand, shaking it.

Dark snatches his hand away. How dare this old kook take The Dark Lord's hand-!

The brown stick speaks again. “I’m the manager here, welcome to Wally’s Burgers and Fries.”

*Oh.* Dark forces himself to calm down, he can’t blow up at his new boss.

“I heard this was your first job in the city, is that true?”

“It is” Dark responds curtly.

The man smiles kindly. “In that case I will show you the ropes.”

The kindness of this stick figure makes Dark want to barf. Of course *this* had to be the manager, the kind with the ‘infectious positivity.’ Ick. The orb must be shaking with laughter.

He must have made a face because the manager lets out a little chuckle.

“Don’t worry Dark, this is standard procedure. I’m not going to baby you.”

*Oh, you better not baby The Dark Lord* the desaturated dark blue stick thinks to himself. He would have loved to say it out loud, but he can’t blow his cover. Not yet at least. He needs to get his powers back first, then he can be as rude as he wants.

The manager gives him a uniform— A black apron and a hat— and beckons Dark to follow him. “Alright Dark, come with me please.” The old man walks out to the front, Dark following along while tying up the apron.

The brown figure stops in front of the counter and gestures to the machine on top of it. “Here is the register, this is where we take orders from customers. You will greet them by saying ‘welcome to Wally’s Burger and Fries, what can I get for you today?’ and then enter in whatever they order into the register like this,” he shows him how to enter in an order.

“Remember to be polite and cordial, we don’t want to scare away customers.”

*Fat chance* Dark thinks, nodding and pretending to agree. The orb lazily twirls around his head, and he reminds himself that being nice is a necessity to keep this job. He will have to bear being *polite* for at least a few days. He will figure out a loophole eventually though.

The manager leads Dark back into the kitchen, where three other sticks are lounging around, waiting for customers.

The manager starts explaining the equipment as he passes each one. “Here is the grill, and the deep fryer, and the milkshake machine. You *must* use gloves in this area or whenever you are handling food, it is required by food safety regulations.”

*I will do what I want* Dark responds in his head.

The brownish man continues to explain each workstation, how to use each one, what each order means, and how to assemble them. Dark only got distracted a single time with thoughts about how he could tamper with the equipment.

Once the manager finishes explaining everything, he turns to Dark. “Any questions?”

Dark, being the intelligent and quite frankly genius stick that he is, was easily able to comprehend all of the brownish sticks instructions. The process sounded similar to assembling a robot, but with food instead of grease and gears. Not nearly as complicated. Or fun.

“Yeah yeah, I got it” he answers dismissively. The manager raises an eyebrow in doubt but doesn’t comment. “In that case, your shift officially starts now. Which task would you like to try first?”

“I get to choose?”

The manager nods. “You will get paid the same no matter what task you choose, so you are free to do any that takes your fancy. I will be checking up on you every 10 minutes or so.”

*Oh this is perfect* Dark thinks. *I can choose the easiest job and get paid for doing less work. It’s like free money!*

“I will take the cashier job.” That seems like the easiest task, just entering people's orders into the machine, rinse and repeat. The only downside is that he has to be polite, ugh. At the very least, being nice might convince the orb to give him some of his powers back.

The manager nods again and walks up to the deep-violet stick manning the register and tells him something Dark can’t quite make out. The younger stick raises an eyebrow at Dark but nods to the manager respectfully and goes to the back. *Probably to clean dishes* Dark internally sneers. He steps up to the register confidently and leans against the countertop. Afterwards, the manager shows him in more detail how to operate the digital register and what buttons to press. It is all simple enough for Dark so the manager leaves him to it, patting him on the shoulder (disgusting) and joining the deep-violet stick in the back.

Dark smiles, exuding confidence. This will be a piece of cake! Now he just has to wait for customers to show up and take their orders.

…

Just got to wait for the customers…

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Just gotta wait…

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Any minute now…

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Is this it?

Darks expression darkens.

He looks around, getting a bit antsy from not even a minute of standing there doing nothing. The cashier task is just standing around waiting? He should be doing something, anything. Maybe he can fiddle with the register, take it apart and see how it works… he can probably modify it to run some simple video game software, maybe even steal-

His train of thought is interrupted by the tinkling of the door bell. A mother and her child have just entered the burger place, the little girl bouncing with excitement. From behind, Dark hears the door to the kitchen open and close. In his peripheral vision he can see the brown hue of his manager standing behind himself. He has an audience now; time to show off how good he is at being polite.

“Greetings and welcome to Wally’s Burger and Fries, what can I get for you this fine midday?” Dark asks theatrically, throwing his arms up at the menu above him.

The mother stares at Dark, a bit put off by his sudden performance, but her attention is pulled away by the child excitedly pulling on her arm.

“MAMA! Can I get a BIG burger? And BIG fries? And MILKSHAKE-!“

“Hush sweety, inside voices remember?” the mother reminds the girl sweetly.

The child stares up at their mother, eyes wide as she completely forgot about that rule. “Mama, can I get a big burger and big fries?” She tries again in a far more hushed tone. The mother nods as the little girl looks up at Dark with glimmering eyes, excited for her meal.

Yuck, children. They look cute and innocent but they are a complete mess and cause way too much trouble. How anyone can stand them is a complete mystery to Dark, and this one has the attention span of a goldfish. Oh joy.

“Sir?” The mother says to Dark, interrupting his thoughts. That seems to be happening an awful lot recently. Does no one have respect for The Dark Lord's time?

Dark forces himself to focus back on reality and pulls his face into a toothy smile.

“What would you like to order m-ma’am” Dark chokes on the politeness of ‘ma’am,’ although it could be mistaken for a nervous stutter.

“I’m sorry ma’am,” the manager interjects, walking up to Dark and putting a hand on his shoulder! *The audacity!*

“This is his first day on the job, and his first time at the register.”

Dark nearly shoots a glare at his boss before stopping himself, remembering that the man can fire him at any moment. He opts for a small, frustrated sigh instead. The manager smiles and nods in what should be an encouraging manner, but it only gets on Dark’s nerves more.

“Err… What would you like today ma’am?” He makes sure to enunciate ma’am so that the manager won’t jump in again. He can do this on his own, why does the manager think he needs to be coddled? And how dare he put a hand on him, Dark will make him pay for that. One day.

“Actually my daughter was going to try to order today, weren’t you honey?” The mother says. The little girl lights up with excitement and starts bouncing in place in a way *less intelligent* sticks would call adorable.

*Oh great, the goldfish is ordering* Dark thinks to himself. The thought doesn’t lighten his mood. It’s shocking, really.

The kid bounces up to the edge of the counter. “Can I have a burger?” She immediately asks.

Dark begrudgingly clicks the burger option and several different burgers show up.

Dark leans over the counter and scowls down at the child. “What type of burger, kid” he asks, grumpy that he has to listen to the orders of a *child.*

He can feel his boss glaring at his back but ignores it.

“Um…”’the kid’s bouncing slows to a stop as she stares up at Dark, looking intimated. She glances at her mother, who is staring at Dark with an annoyed and rather confused expression.

Dark rolls his eyes. “You get a cheese burger with ketchup, because that’s what kids always have.” Dark was just about to start punching in the order when his boss grabs Dark by the arm to stop him. Dark spins on the brownish stick and nearly clocks him on the head, barely resisting the urge to put him in his place.

Seeing the anger in Dark’s face, the manager turns to the mother. “Sorry ma’am, can you excuse us for a moment?”

The manager forces a smile then shouts for one of the other employees to take the register. As a green-yellow figure takes the post, the boss quickly drags Dark into the back. The second they are out of sight of the rest of the restaurant the manager turns to Dark with a frustrated and bewildered expression.

“What are you doing?!” He exclaims in a hushed tone. “I told you to be polite and that was the *opposite* of polite! Were you *trying* to be rude? Audibly sighing, rolling your eyes and speaking in that tone, especially at *children,* will turn customers away!” The manager is getting increasingly flustered with anger.

“Hey, I did my job didn’t I?” Dark retorts, trying to remain aloof. “I was getting their orders in, plus I was bored.”

“No! That’s not- Urgh…” the man groans and buries his face in the palms of his hands. He seems pretty upset but for the most part is trying to maintain his composure. After Dark’s boss takes a few deep breaths, he stands up tall and forces a smile. “I understand this is your first job Dark, so I’m not going to reprimand you in any non-verbal way. Now we know you aren’t fit for the register so let’s put you on dish duty for the rest of your shift, alright? That doesn’t require any social interaction, you aren’t very good at that- no offence.” He places a hand on Dark’s shoulder as the dark blue-and-black stick is left speechless. “Go wash some dishes” he says, then the manager leaves to presumably apologize to the mother.

The dark-blue-black stick is left standing in the kitchen, frozen in shock. The great and powerful Dark Lord just got sent to clean dishes. Like an idiot.

Dark’s blood begins to boil once more. He stomps off to the massive industrial sink and glowers at the mound of dirty dishes, trays, and silverware. All of them are filthy and need to be scrubbed clean. Dark’s fists tremble as he resists the urge to throw all of the dishes onto the ground. Maybe some of them would break or dent satisfyingly, but frustratingly he can’t do that because that would certainly get him fired. He can’t risk any more after *doing his job.*

Dark growls to vent some of his anger, grabbing the sponge inside of the sink and starts to aggressively scrub a burnt pan aggressively. He forgets the rubber gloves but doesn’t care, lost in his angry thoughts.

*Stupid children, stupid boss, stupid job… I deserve better than this, I’m the Dark Lord! King of evil, bringer of doom and destruction! I shouldn’t be cleaning dishes, I should be demanding respect and instilling terror on this city, not cleaning plates for lowly peasants!*

At this point all the baked on gunk has been completely scrubbed off, but Dark doesn’t notice and continues scrubbing, his angry thoughts blinding him to everything else.

“Stupid job, stupid orb-“ he unknowingly mutters out loud.

“Um, Dark?” Someone grabs his shoulder and Dark reflexively swings his fist at them-

But once again it is met with the wall of the white box instead.

“CURSES-!” Dark almost swears, feeling slightly dizzy from switching back into his old (and better) body. How can that blasted ball of light act so quickly?!

“Tisk tisk tisk. Didn’t I tell you no harming others?” The orb says with exaggerated disappointment.

Dark whirls on the orb and fixes it with a glare. “THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT! It’s my #%@$ reflex!”

“It’s still baaad!” The orb sings with a playful giggle. “And no swearing silly stick!”

“ARRRG” Dark lets out a frustrated, furious roar and punches the wall of the box again. The more he puts up with this situation the more infuriating and humiliating it gets! His sickly sweet boss, (was Wally his name?), a job he is severely overqualified for— *and* never asked for by the way— the stupid deal with the orb, the terrible apartment, and he doesn’t even have a computer!

Every fibre in Darks being is telling him to keep punching the wall but he knows he will only damage his fist that way. Instead, he decided to let out his anger by stomping around the room, shoving all his anger and rage into the floor with each step.

“Whatcha doin?” The orb asks in the most obnoxious way possible, reigniting his anger.

“I’m *trying* to calm down, which isn’t easy with the brightest, most annoying bird chirping in my ear every 10 seconds” Dark says through gritted teeth.

“Well, you aren’t doing a very good job of-“

“SHUT UP OR ELSE I WILL HURL YOU THROUGH A WALL!”

“But-“

“ZIP IT. I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT.” Dark hisses.

The orb does as it is told and Dark goes back to stomping and pacing and occasionally shouting into the void. After several minutes of silence occasionally broken by Darks yelling, it does begin to help as Dark’s anger starts to subside. Eventually he is only panting as the exertion finally gets to him.

After a few moments of breathing, Dark closes his eyes and goes over the situation in his head again. It's just been getting worse and worse and *worse,* making Dark seem like a complete joke. Frankly at this point it would have been more dignified to stay dead.

...Well maybe not *completely* dignified, getting obliterated by a scrawny nerd after pretty definitively winning is *super* super embarrassing, but it's at least slightly *more* dignified than washing dishes. With this conclusion he opens his eyes and looks for the orb, but Dark doesn’t spot it.

“Hey! Floating lightbulb, where are you?” He shouts. The glowing orb pops into existence right in front of Dark’s face, making him stumble back in surprise.

The orb giggles merrily at its little prank. Dark only glowers at it as he gets up, waiting for the stupid ball to stop laughing.

“What’d you want?” The orb chirps after settling down.

“Take me back” the dark-blue stick demands.

“Not with that tone! You need to say the magic words!” The orb reminds him in a sing-song voice.

Dark grits his teeth. He was hoping the orb would forget the apology.

“Take me back NOW.” He responds.

“Nope! That’s not it!” The orb sings.

“Take me back or else…!”

“Noooo hehehe”

“Uh…” Dark desperately tries to think of a way around saying sorry. “*Please* take me back?”

“No, not that one!”

“… Abracadabra?”

At this the orb giggles with glee. “You really want a way outta this huh? But there isn’t a way! You look really funny when you think hehe!” Dark clenches his fists and grinds his teeth. After a couple of deep, frustrated breaths, he closes his eyes and mentally prepares himself for the intense humiliation.

“I’m sorry.” He states in a frustrated tone.

“Foorrr?” The orb hints.

“I’m sorry for almost hitting-“ the sounds of the kitchen come back “-you.”

Darks eyes snap open and he sees the deep violet stick staring back at him with a look of confusion at Darks apology.

“Thank you?” He responds awkwardly.

Dark silently curses the orb. He shouldn’t apologize to a lowly powerless stick, or *anyone* for that matter.

The deep violet stick clears his throat “uh, I just wanted to see if you were ok.” The stick asks in a monotone voice. “Also you forgot your gloves.”

Dark looks down at his hands, which are in fact gloveless. And covered in soap and food. Great.

“It’s alright. The lunch rush is going to be starting soon, and we need more fries.”

Dark just glares at the stick.

“Aaalright, whatever. I need to show you what to do anyway, so come if you want to keep the job.”

Dark grumbles and begrudgingly and starts washing off his hands. What a day. At least making fries should be easy. He follows the stick.

How hard could peeling potatoes be?

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Thank you all so so much for the support! I’m so proud of how this story is coming out, and your support means so much to me. I genuinely can’t thank you enough.

Hopefully now the chapters should come out much quicker, so just hang tight!

Once again thanks to @thatonexman for co-writing!

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[voidofgallifrey]

The Long Game

Everything is a game, you know. The universe, life, death… it’s all part of the same puzzle, and I love puzzles. I’ve been playing this game for longer than you can imagine, moving the pieces, pulling the strings. And the thing is, I always win.

But here’s the catch: it’s not about winning for the sake of winning. No. The fun is in the long game. The one where you think you’ve got control, where you’re sure you know what’s coming next, and then -- bam -- I throw a curveball, and the rules change.

Oh, I know you think you’re ahead, don’t you? That you’re in charge of your own fate. But I’m watching. Always watching. You’re just a part of my grand design, whether you know it or not.

So buckle up, sweetheart. The real game’s just getting started.

P.S, Don't compare me to the Toymaker, I am not like him.

[slacksterdidnothingwrong]

Are you interested in my Transformers au? Well, my New Year’s resolution was to commit to it, so I started writing!

You can read the first chapter here!

Chapter two is in the works, and will be up once it’s completed :)

(Yes, this is in the same universe as the Ask the Medbay blog!)

[friedonionchkn]

some more dark clone turtles, they’ve got clothes now!!! (inspired by tron) also happy new year! oh god it's 2024, was 2023 even real-

i'll clean this up someday (legit being pulled into another fandom-)

[redemption-ruin-au]

Hay Ruin! Have you ever been on a date?

[hygienic-soap-dispenser]

The swirling bile cauldron of your brain is cooking up a poison stew