3 Works by Tainted_Ink
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The Avatar of Destiny pointed at the wings again. Insistent and there was no room for protest.
A flicker of surprise flashed through Doughael once They understood the unspoken request.
“Our Almighty, do you truly wish to aid Us?”
The Avatar of Destiny stayed silent.
Doughael got the message nonetheless and smiled.
“We’re honored to have you assist Us like this. We’re so fortunate to be graced with your generosity.” With that Doughael turned back, Their wings now spread and flutter out for the Avatar of Destiny's view.
After all, it wasn't the first time the Avatar of Destiny had helped Them out in aiding to preen Their wings.
A look into the Holy Avatar’s perspective in everyday life and Its particular relationship with the high forkbearer.
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When an out of ordinary phenomenon surged throughout Earthbread’s atmosphere, with the sky turning scarlet red and its surface seemed to be cracking. The ground shook and tremble like an earthquake but it wasn't from a natural cause, oh it was such more further than that. And the cookies of a certain Order noticed, whereas the followers were in amidst of dread. One cookie stood tall, staring off to the cracking sky with a different outlook in this peculiar scene that unfolded right in front of their eyes. The High Forkbearer, leader of the St. Pastry Order itself didn't cower. The cracking sky only solidifying their curiosity.
Having one question that still remained prevalent in their mind:
Were these omens a sign from the Godly Creators?
Eager to solve this mastery, the High Forkbearer set off to unravel the secrets despite countless warnings thrown at them which fell deaf ears to what might the Godly Creators planned for them and Cookiekind itself.
Not knowing what fate might bring them to.
And it involved a certain a wretched being that may or may have not have enthralled the High Forkbearer.
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There has got to be something! Bill huffs in exasperation, pacing around quietly as if not to make a single sound despite the fact he is floating currently. The Mystery Shack is closed for the night and everyone is already asleep except for him and Ford, considering his human’s screwed up sleep schedule, he is obviously up at night doing whatever sleep deprived scientist does—
Regarding the topic of the night…
His pupil, once characterized as the shape of a black slit is then transformed into a literal light bulb popping up with an idea which illuminates Bill's eye.
Perhaps… a date night will be more fitting.
Yeah, that's it!
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After dealing with the silent treatment and being avoided like a plague by the only one who truly understood him for so long, Bill Cipher eventually had enough and decided to come up with a fantastic plan to entice the affections of Stanford Pines in hopes of getting back together with the mortal he holds dear to his soul.
Either he fumbles the bag and gets his (imaginary) ass thrown back to Theraprism with a restraining order or he would get a sweet smooch from Fordsy himself!