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crk-charaters-in-places · 1 month

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The gang ready to take down glados

You get a bonus Chell.

#chell #cookie run kingdom #crk #cr kingdom #cookie run #traveling cookies #Cookies suggestions #custard cookie the third #custard cookie iii #chili pepper cookie #strawberry cookie #gingerbrave cookie #gingerbrave #wizard cookie #glados #portal

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ghostbsuter · 8 months

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There was a teen in the cave.

A teen no one knows and looks like he could be a wayne, stands in the cave.

"Actually, I'm a wayne." He says with a shrug.

Bruce, Batman, carefully thinks of the implication.

"Not yet," The teen, Danny, doesn't say anything. Simple smiles. "You're not a wayne, yet. You will be. But not yet."

Then Bruce sighs, dropping the batman mask in order to take in the teen.

"Does future me know of the time travel?"

Dannys smile grows into a grin, deciding to take pity on the man. "You, grandbat, have..." He makes a vague gesture. "Theories, which none of your children ever confirmed."

The bat's mind short-circuits at the choice of words

Dick is sputtering incomprehensibly, there are Baffled expression all around.

Because.

Because that child isn't Bruce's, but one of theirs.

"Who is it?" Jason demands, hand clenching his gun uselessly.

Danny continues to smile, a hint of mischief now peeking out.

The cave is filled with theories, some yell, some sob, yet all eyes leave danny.

All but one pair.

She had known the moment his body language switched just enough for her to read.

She had known the moment he disappeared before the clan.

Had known when his hand found hers, shoulders bumping.

Her heart clenches, throat dry and memories of her childhood flooding to mind.

So she asks, voice soft and hesitant.

"Am I a good mother?"

And danny looks up at cass, adoration and pride laid out plain for her to see and accept.

"You're the best."

And so they both watch the clan together, silent and comfortable.

(Cass doesn't question when she finds him, how and why. All she knows is that she's more attentive when out on patrol, looking and waiting.)

(This is how Cassandra Cain-Wayne returns one night from patrol, a child, barely out of toddler stage and clinging to her form.)

(This is how the Batclan officially meets one Daniel James Cain-Wayne, freshly washed and clothed, a cookie in hand and hiding shyly behind Cass.)

(When they meet, all they say is "Welcome home, danny," and "Good to see you again.", Danny doesn't necessarily get it, but that's okay. Maybe his new mom will explain it one day when he's bigger.)

#dcxdp #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #fic prompt #writing prompt #dc x dp prompt #cassandra cain is dannys mom #time travel shenanigans lead to conspiracy theories #half of the batclan think jason is the dad #or dick #damian and tim are outruled just bc age and tim denying it with no one protesting #alfred knows #danny moves like cass #he gave them both a cookie in the shadows #danny won him over by calling him great grand bat #he tells him of all the mischief they got up to bc no one would believe the baby had alfie wrapped around his finger like that #theyre just in denial #theyre all wrapped around the finger #danny “i mastered how to wrpaonize my cuteness” cain-wayne

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nell0-0 · 20 days

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*EATS YOUR HYRULE WARRIORS ART* /pos very good food thank u thank u :D

Also, you got any silly stuff about Wind or is he just Vibin™️ ?

Glad you like it! There will be more, I assure you (brainrot demands it)

Wind is very much around, but he's also just vibing by being an absolute menace of a big brother. Mask is not amused.

And later, Time isn't either.

There's more stuff with Wind/Tune in "time travel shenanigans" here:

1 2 3 4

#asks #linked universe #lu mask #lu time #oot link #mm link #lu wind #ww link #ph link #time travel shenanigans #tloz #tloz fanart #my art #Wind later claimed that the stolen cookies tasted better than the ones given to him #don't be like Wind. don't be a cookie stealer

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peacefulandcozy · 2 years

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#shakespeare and company #france #paris #plaza mayor de madrid #madrid #spain #travel #beautiful places #bookworm #books #bookaholic #bookblr #book #book shop #coffee #coffeeblr #cinnamon roll #cookies #chocolate

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revisitingfandoms · 1 month

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Idea prompt 12- A midsummer night's longing.

(Based kinda off the project bud by @luvielolol. Go check it out!)

(Honestly- I don't know if this more prompt or story blurb, lol.)

It was largely understood. Faerie cookies were created to be the right hands and servents of the virtues. Of course, not all Faerie cookie were this way, but that was their choice and shadow milk would be a fool to begrude them.

Afterall, a number of them when to seek themselves and that was knowledge on its own. Part of him almost wanted to join a few of them- wanting to see their growth, their change and watch them shift and change and-

Shadow Milk shook his head, "Ah- I shall have to put that off, the festivial is important." Part of him looked forward to the festivial- the other half hated having to attend.

The Joy on cookies face was a delight, but dealing with the formalities? The planning? The worshipping? Shadow Milk would rather not.

He had very little problems with planning- infact planning quite often a mental test he quite enjoyed, but the more... formal aspects he could do without.

But of those formalities, their was only one he truly enjoyed. Performed by the very faeries who served under him.

The Faerie Soiree.

A celebration in the form of dnace. A colorful, beautiful enchanting dance. A glorious movement of storytelling, of speaking in beautiful riddles and twisting truths.

Of all things; Shadow Milk loved the Soiree.

Althought he hated the aftermath.

The Soiree had been almost the same as last years which was.. dissappointing at first. But- It was different.

He couldn't stop his eyes the moment he spotted the blonde dancer with closed eyes.

The blonde hair had been what first caught his attention. Faeries didn't typically have blonde hair- in fact he has never seen a Faerie with blonde hair until now.

Yet after a moment after he had quickly noted the lack of Faerie wings. Just considering that fact the blonde Faerie was more then likely only half-Faerie. Which although uncommon, wasn't impossible. Just an oddity.

Yet he couldn't keep his eyes off that dancing Faerie.

He couldn't tell the direct gender of that Faerie- if they had one. They looked danity, each step was in tune with the rest- but yet mixed with a slow movement at the same time. Mere half seconds off, they adjusted well to the rest but they still moved slow.

A delicate step forward in line, the moving green silk ribbion ends flowing their moves as they enter a twirl and as they come back to face the audience- shadow milk can feel his breath being stolen.

Unfocused but so very gorgorous eyes. His right glittering like the sun had given part of itself to shine in eye, his blue like the soft tides of the ocean as they crashed softly against a beaches shore.

His mind as so stuck on this- Witches he doesn't have the correct word for them.

The green long loose sleeves that lose green ribbons were held onto were like dancing willow leaves. The white under shirt and dancing trousers- not even mentioning the twisting jewelry of white vines on the green robe- only made them seem to glow.

They weren't even one of the main dancers- merely a backup. Yet, he was unknowling stealing the show and planting them at shadow milk front thoughts.

"Them," He mindessly says to his nearby attendent, "I want Them."

Its after a moment before he spots the Faerie look upon blonde dancer and then bow with a tone of hestiantance speaks, "It shall be done by lord."

He silently mourned the loss of the blonde dancer upon the end, before remembering what he had mindlessly spoken and felt conflicted.

The Aftermath of the Soiree typically ended in one of two ways. Either a Faerie would be picked from the performers over the course of the festivial by himself or one of the other beasts or none would be picked.

The picked Faerie would end up on of three ways; Typically only the first two had happened, the third had yet to be used.

The first would be spending the night as a, in better words, bedpartner. The second, would be as a compainion, to simply be there for comfort or as a call upon for things of other natures.

The third was for a lifetime partnership. For the Faerie to be seen as a true partner and to be wedded to that virtue.

He understood for Faeries it meant quite a bit for their social standing yet he never quite felt comfortable with just picking a Faerie as a partner- muchless a bedpartner! In fact this was the first time he ever picked a Faerie from the festivial!

Throughout his time waiting, he was a mix of impatient, eager and apprehensive. Just what- or rather who was this blonde half-Faerie who had taken over his mind.

His mind was interuptted with a knock at the door, his festival attentent bows to him, "My lord, the... Faerie has arrived." He notes the hestiance at the word Faerie- only more evidence to his half-Faerie theory then.

Witches, Faerie cookies are so prickly at times with their own kind. Some cookie doesn't act a certain way? Outcasted. Isn't good at what are considered standard Faerie skills? Mistreated. Not completely Faerie- or not even raised in their general culture?

Well. Almost always they never go into Faerie society and if they do, they typically leave it.

His eyes linger on the blonde with closed eyes as they enter the room and bow to him, "Greetings, my lord." Gentle, yet warm. Quiet, yet can easily fill a room.

Something in his mouth is dry as he looks upon the new outfit the other was in. He wore a similar outfit to the one on stage. The same white pants and undershirt, but with a green leaf like top with wrapping vines around his wait and those leaf overtop sleeves meeting right at the edge of his long white sleeves. There seemed to be an odd live yellow flower with a- is that an eye thats blinking?

He chuckle aloud, this halfling just gets more and more interesting.

He waves his hand to his attentant, "Leave us, I call if needed."

The Faerie nods- but he notices they look they give the blonde Faerie. He can't stop the frown that forms on his face at that action. He turns back to the still bowing Blonde. He motions for them to rise- but they don't seem to immediately act. Shadow milk is a bit confused before he speaks, "Rise please, and take a seat on the chair to the next of me."

The other raises without question and slowly making their way to the chair- he notes closed eyes and the blinking flower, but also the way the other feels the room as they walk to the seat. As they take their seat, they sit, hands in their lap, looking the picture of manners.

He offers a tea cup to them, "I am quite curious about you, would you answer my questions, perhaps?" After a good moment the other takes the tea cup and takes a small hestiant sip- no, not quite hestiant. Cautious.

The other speaks in that soft, yet ringing tone, "I am Pure Vanilla Cookie, My lord. It would be an honor to answer your questions."

Pure Vanilla Cookie, he thinks with a smile, what a lovely name. Flows right off the tounge. He hums, "Well then, my dear, I hope you are perpared, I am quite the curious one."

Pure Vanilla, he thinks in the aftermath of the festivial, is a spirited, knowledgable, kind and lovely cookie.

He comes from a small farming village as a sherpard. He was taken in a baby by a sherpard named Brown sugar cookie. He learned he was good with healing magic at an early age when he healed one of the herd. He loved reading, although he struggles to read most things with his poor eyesight. His blinking flower was something he funneled magic into to be able to see temporarily. When one of the younger cookies of the festivial bumped into him, he immeditaly made sure they were okay- healing their scraps as he did.

Yet, he was distant, he was hestiant and he was careful. Perhaps he held an ex-lover? Or even with an even higher likelihood the other Faeries were giving him problems. He even confirmed the pure vanilla was half Faerie as he thought.

Yet as twirls the green flower in his hand that pure vanilla had caught during the festivals flower throwing. He can't help his mind.

Pure vanilla, he thinks.

I want him to be mine.

#pure vanilla cookie #shadow milk cookie #cookie run au #cookie run kingdom #idea prompt #PV isn't half Faerie- although he does have some Faerie blood in him #Time traveling Pure vanilla #pure vanilla x shadow milk #pureshadow #shadowvanilla #vanilla milkshake #pre-beasting #If you must know #Brown sugar knows pure vanillas from the future #and is supporting him in the past

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monkieninja · 1 month

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I LITERALLY FORGOT ABOUT MY TUMBLR LOL

Sketches for you..✨

#dark cacao cookie #caramel arrow cookie #sugar swan cookie #dark choco cookie #black swan #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #crk #cookie run au #traveler cacao au #honkai star rail #sugar swan as black swan

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ruiiplume · 9 months

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Finally got the greenlight to post my entry for the @crktravelzine

It's up for download and all the proceedings goes to charity, here's the link to the zine:

#ruii.art #crk travel zine #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #i had a lot of fun on this piece aside from the background lol #latte cookie #cream puff cookie #expedition zine #everyone did a great job and the zine looks fucking beautiful

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breadandblankets · 5 months

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Duke stumbles a bit as the disorienting energy surrounding him fades and the ground turns from solid concrete to gravel.

He scans his surroundings, trying to take in what the fuck just happened. Its then that he realizes, abruptly, that he's not alone.

Stephanie is shorter than the last time Duke saw her, wearing a much worse version of her Spoiler costume. There's a tugging in his mind, puzzle pieces slotting together, and he doesn't like it one bit.

Hey at least you found out that meta's fucking powers huh Thomas?

Great detective work.

Stephanie turns, slower than she should, grabbing a loose brick from the shoddy building facade.

"The fuck?" she says, holding the brick aloft. "Is big bat making boy wonders in a factory now?"

"Yeah, I'm the diversity edition," Duke responds, shamelessly stealing his girlfriend's joke.

"Happy pride I guess," Stephanie's voice is as chipper as ever. "Now back off before you end up like the other boy blunder."

"You'll hit me with a brick?" Duke asks.

"I will hit you with a brick," Stephanie confirms.

"Did you hit Ti-Robin with a brick? Please tell me you hit him with a brick," Duke can't keep the glee out of his voice.

"He knows what he did," Steph says ominously. "I have plans to Spoil, so you can stand there and watch or.... you can help."

Duke has, what some people might call, a chronic inability to say no when people ask for help. His parents raised a nice polite young man, you see, and when a friend who is not yet a friend but will be asks for help; Duke is helpless to say anything other than—

"Lead the way."

part 2

#batfam #duke thomas #stephanie brown #duke: “why didn't you ask cassie for help?”#steph: “who's cassie”#duke: spoiler i know what we're going to do today #my fic #bread talk #idk ive been thinking about duke and steph as narrative parallels and also as friends and that all culminated in brain being like #hey what if time travel #maybe there will be more we shall see #also yes duke pretty quickly figures out its time travel he is a very smart cookie

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why-is-everything-so-heavy · 1 month

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gamequoteshowdown · 4 months

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Quote 1: "I'll be back once I eliminate that devil called poverty from the world!" - Partitio Yellowil, Octopath Traveler II

Quote 2: "Elder gods from the whole cosmos have awoken to taste your cookies." - Narrator, Cookie Clicker

Propaganda

Quote 1: Partitio is genuinely such a kind and helpful person. He wants to help as many people as he can, so he goes out on an adventure to convince a multi billionaire to use his money for good. Partitio is a merchant passionate about his work, but not because he wants to make money, but because he wants to make people happy and wants to create a world where everyone has what they need. This line of dialogue perfectly captures that and his friendly and out going personality. Also he says it with a country accent which I think is very important to keep in mind. He's a cowboy who wants to help people :] - Submitter

Quote 2: Cookie. Gods. Command. You. To. Vote. - Mod Chaos, tired and head hurting

#polls #tumblr polls #tournament poll #octopath traveler 2 #paritito yellowil #cookie clicker

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thorn-walker · 1 year

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I love how all Elden Rings demigods have issues, no wonder the Lands Between are a mess

From oldest to youngest we have:

Godwyn, who was the Ultimate Good Boi before he was assassinated by his half-sister. Decided to make it everyone's problem and now even Farum Azula, a city litteraly outside of land and TIME, is being invaded by stinky black thorns

Morgott, who was despised for the sole crime of being born with horns all over his body (which is supposed to be a natural thing within the crucible so. Yay). Forced to live in the sewers with his twin Mohg and for that only he deserves a fucking medal. I'd have gone Frenzied if it was me. Actual Best Boi, but litteraly died for a god and a cause who couldn't be bothered to give a shit. Have some self-respect man.

Mohg: same as Morgott, but he met a god who's into weird kinky bloody stuff and thought he was better than everyone else. Incel incestual p3do child abductor, I wish we could beat his ugly ass more than twice in the game

Rykard: we don't know much about him previous to being a giant-ass snake with lil wiggly arms, but he seemed to be a family guy (he has a portrait of his baby brother above his fireplace, how cute). Thought it was a good idea to be eaten alive by a snake and, inspired by Godwyn, made it everyone's problem. Eats people so they can DEVOUR THE GODS TOGETHAAAA

Ranni: chill now, but

1) she killed Godwyn, starting the spread of Deathroot and urging Marika to shatter the Elden Ring, so basically she was the spark that threw the Lands Between in a pile of shit (and Marika set the pile of shit on fire)

2) Killed her own flesh and now lives in a doll, raising an army of weird people all over the internet

3) stole Death from Marika's dobberman and gave it to already OP Mary-Sue assassins who now roam the lands more or less freely. Gurl wtf

4) Can and will sacrifice the ones she loves for her cause, meaning that she is 100% capable of doing the same shit as Marika. Wouldn't trust being her consort. Also have some respect for Blaidd and Iji ffs

Radahn: an other Good Boi who loves animals and his step-dad. Gigachad. Now his brain is rotting alive. Still able to retain fucking meteors while eating long-dead corpses like those fucking rotten stray dogs. Vivec could never.

Miquella: cursed to be a child forever. Seemed to have done a great deal to help his family, even Godwyn and possibly Ranni. Tried to recreate a God Tree but was kidnapped by his half-brother. Seems good on the surface but he gives me Griffith vibes and I'm terrified of Griffith.

Malenia: was born with the litteral God of Rot inside her body and takes it like a champ. Able to make you vomit your ass through your mouth while being blind and missing like 3 limbs. Was releasing the red pox on Caelid really necessary girl? Also why you sleeping instead of looking for Miquella?

#elden ring #it's just me having random thoughts nc I've been hyperfixating on this game for almost 120 hours now #I will personally travel to the Lands Between to give Morgott cookies #elden posting #godwyn the golden #elden ring morgott #elden ring mohg #rykard elden ring #ranni the witch #starscourge radahn #general radahn #malenia goddess of rot #malenia blade of miquella #miquella the unalloyed

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crk-charaters-in-places · 19 days

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The Ancient Cookies in therapy