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What if the beasts somehow succeed in fusing ancient y/n and virtue y/n? Like when they did the tree withered away and virtue y/n opened her eyes and sat up confused
Is it okay if we have a Drabble of the beasts reaction to virtue y/n waking up and freed from the silver tree?
Something...wasn't right. You could sense it as soon as you started to wake up. You remembered things that...that hadn't happened to you, only you were sure they did happen to you. With great certainty! Even in your reflections, you looked...so much like yourself. Even the idea that these weren't your memories was confusing.
Then...the Silver Forks descending. A tearing feeling inside your very soul, a splitting pain and blackness. And then...more memories. Yours but...not quite. A few life, familiar and unfamiliar all at once. The same Cookie, but different lives and experiences.
You remembered...remembered the Beasts cornering you. Bringing you to the roots of the Silver Tree. They were familiar but not at the same time. A magic ritual, an odd feeling inside yourself, and now...now...
You were...whole, again. You could feel it, for...whatever that meant. And you could feel your body starting to twitch, and feel...each motion stiff and sore. Then again, you...or half of you had been here for centuries.
Slowly, you opened your eyes. The roots that had bound you (part of you) had been hacked away...four familiar faces were peering down at you, all beaming when you opened your eyes. Eternal Sugar leaned in, cupping your cheeks between her hands. "Oh, beloved, did it work? Have you returned to us?"
"Of course it worked!" Shadow Milk declared, pushing her so that he could cup your cheeks, looking you up and down. "Am I ever wrong about these things?"
"Bah, at least give them a chance to speak!" Burning Spice declared, shoving them both and grabbing your elbow, pulling you into a sitting position.
"How...how long did it take...?" you said, coughing.
"...merely a few minutes, once we were able to begin putting you back together," Mystic Flour said. She reached out, holding your hand. "...at last, you're...yourself, again."
...you backed away. They were your friends, but just as equally your enemies. "I...I feel weird," you admitted.
"Oh, of course everything will take a little getting used to again," Shadow Milk said, floating closer. "But with all six of us, everything is ready for us to finally put on a perfect, grand show with the world as our stage!"
You didn't want that. Half of you was tempted, and so close to agreeing. You grimaced, shaking your head, struggling with the conflicting feelings. "I...I don't..."
A hand on your shoulder. Silent Salt stepped forward, standing between you and the other four. "Enough," he said. "You...you all are truly selfish. Focusing so much on using them that you forget yourselves."
Eternal Sugar wrung her hands guiltily. Mystic Flour and Burning Spice frowned at him. Shadow Milk scoffed. "Oh, please, like you weren't waiting just as eagerly as the rest of us when we finally got everything in motion! No thanks to you, of course."
Silent Salt growled, a hand on the hilt of his sword, pushing you back a little more. Was...he going to fight them...?
"We shouldn't be arguing...not on a truly happy occasion!" Eternal Sugar said. She flew over him, hovering over you to grasp your hand. "You're finally awake, beloved...we're together again. What do you want to do?"
"I..." You briefly hesitated, still...confused by everything. Your stomach decided to answer for you with a loud growl. That was enough to prompt most of them to dart off, on a mission to provide you with the "best" food...leaving you alone with just Silent Salt and Shadow Milk, eyeing each other warily.
"Well, my star, why don't you sit and rest while we wait?" Shadow Milk offered. "...though I suppose you've been resting for a while already, heh heh! But this time you can have one of my wonderful shows to entertain you!"
Silent Salt sighed as Shadow Milk nudged you into an armchair, a stage appearing before you. You supposed...you weren't going anywhere soon. At least the Beasts were...actually nice to you?
@insertsaddict I’d imagine for the ancients they’d be horrified and filled with grief or anger (or both) when they find out, like they came in to rescue ancient y/n only to see virtue y/n with the beasts so they look around before going back at them “Where’s ancient y/n?” one of the ancients asked or demanded and all virtue y/n does is frown sadly and say “Gone, permanently.”
Well...not quite? You're actually a fusion of both, technically, since you have your memories as both an Emissary and an Ancient. That's the source of the confusion.
Brain still kinda on the subnautica AU. If your in the mood to write how did Y/N first proper encounter with ancients go, without Shadow Milk's interference. Or was a situation where Shadow Milk had to go and get their assistance to help Y/N with something that lead to a proper introduction?
You'd thought it would be a simple outing: go into the kelp forest, gather materials, return to your base. You'd be back before Shadow Milk even noticed you were gone! Not that you were avoiding him, but you just...you wanted to show that you were perfectly capable of surviving on your own, especially in a biome so close, where you could easily retreat to safety.
That's what you had thought, at least. Until you had realized that the bit of kelp you'd nearly harvested with your knife looked a little different than the rest...and then it had moved. You'd retreated, but more of the moving "kelp" surrounded you in a wide circle...and then, peeking out from the shadows, was an almost-human face with red eyes looking at you. A Leviathan, one like Shadow Milk, that had blended into the kelp forest!
You'd dove into your Seamoth and tried to maneuver around it, but it continued wrapping around you. It didn't move closer, just...blocked your path and continued to stare at you. Tilting its head back and forth. A stalemate of a few minutes...
And then another one arrived, this one a little smaller than the first! Though...both were smaller than Shadow Milk. Still easily dwarfing you, though. The new one had its eyes closed, and make clicking sounds as it focused on you...echolocation, maybe? Its upper half was humanoid with tan skin, and its lower half was mostly made up of tentacles...one tentatively probed towards you, but you backed away. It...let its limb fall, pulling it back and holding out its empty hands, as though...it was trying to show it was harmless?
The two Leviathans looked at each other, making the occasional clicking sound. Communicating? You tried to think of what to do next. Shadow Milk had told you no Leviathan but him should be trusted. Maybe you could slowly drive away while they were distracted...?
Your radio crackled. "Star? My star?" Shadow Milk's voice crackled through. You still weren't sure how he managed to connect to your devices, and he wasn't telling. But right now, his voice was a relief.
"Shadow Milk!" you said once you pressed the button down. "I'm in the kelp forest, and there are two Leviathans here now, too! They...they're a bit like you, but not quite the same."
"...which ones?" he asked, high-pitched. You gave a quick description, making awkward eye contact with the leafy one...but as soon as you described the tentacled one, he let out a hiss that made your radio pop with static, the connection shutting off.
The Leviathans were still looking at you. The tentacled one was holding his hands out again...making gestures you weren't sure about. He paused, tilting his head back and forth, turning to his companion. They held hands, looking at you again...your radio turned back to life. There were clicks and whistles, and then a few things that may have been words, and then an unfamiliar voice saying "...friend?"
You blinked, then pointed at yourself. The tentacled one beamed and nodded. "Help...you...?" the voice continued...a layer of two voices, really, both of them mouthing along with the words.
But before you could respond, the tentacled one raised its head, letting out a cry of alarm. It reached towards you with its tentacles, you backed away instinctively, it let out a worried whistle—
And then, Shadow Milk burst from the darkness of the kelp, snarling as he grabbed your Seamouth. His cnidarian-like tentacles were out and whipping around him, forcing the other two to quickly retreat. He clawed out at the tentacled one, whipping his natural weapon towards it and forcing it to retreat farther, then turned and swam away with a tight grip on you.
The two Leviathans let out several worried cries, but you and Shadow Milk were long gone. It was only once you were beside your base that he stopped, glancing around suspiciously before looking at you. "You okay?" he asked through the radio.
You slowly nodded, giving him a thumbs-up. He sagged against you...then knocked against the glass. "Be careful. Danger!"
"...they tried to talk to me," you told him. "About...helping?"
"Don't trust. Danger! Liars!" he insisted. He pressed against the glass, as close to you as he could get, letting out a series of quiet chirps and groans.
"Alright, if you say so..." you hummed, setting a hand against the glass...against him. He let out a few happier sounds, including ones that sounded a lot like giggles. "...the longer you cling like this, the longer I won't be able to get out."
That caught his attention, making him let go and gesturing for you to join him in the water. When you did, he immediately pressed you against his chest (those tentacles of his carefully tucked away). He nuzzled you, pressing his nose and mouth against all the ticklish spots on your neck until you laughed. More sounds like giggles (or perhaps actual giggles) came from his throat and chest, echoing in the water.
Still, the encounter was...different. And who knew other Leviathans were so (relatively) close to your base...? It was something you'd be mulling over for at least a while.
What if the beasts somehow succeed in fusing ancient y/n and virtue y/n? Like when they did the tree withered away and virtue y/n opened her eyes and sat up confused
Is it okay if we have a Drabble of the beasts reaction to virtue y/n waking up and freed from the silver tree?
Something...wasn't right. You could sense it as soon as you started to wake up. You remembered things that...that hadn't happened to you, only you were sure they did happen to you. With great certainty! Even in your reflections, you looked...so much like yourself. Even the idea that these weren't your memories was confusing.
Then...the Silver Forks descending. A tearing feeling inside your very soul, a splitting pain and blackness. And then...more memories. Yours but...not quite. A few life, familiar and unfamiliar all at once. The same Cookie, but different lives and experiences.
You remembered...remembered the Beasts cornering you. Bringing you to the roots of the Silver Tree. They were familiar but not at the same time. A magic ritual, an odd feeling inside yourself, and now...now...
You were...whole, again. You could feel it, for...whatever that meant. And you could feel your body starting to twitch, and feel...each motion stiff and sore. Then again, you...or half of you had been here for centuries.
Slowly, you opened your eyes. The roots that had bound you (part of you) had been hacked away...four familiar faces were peering down at you, all beaming when you opened your eyes. Eternal Sugar leaned in, cupping your cheeks between her hands. "Oh, beloved, did it work? Have you returned to us?"
"Of course it worked!" Shadow Milk declared, pushing her so that he could cup your cheeks, looking you up and down. "Am I ever wrong about these things?"
"Bah, at least give them a chance to speak!" Burning Spice declared, shoving them both and grabbing your elbow, pulling you into a sitting position.
"How...how long did it take...?" you said, coughing.
"...merely a few minutes, once we were able to begin putting you back together," Mystic Flour said. She reached out, holding your hand. "...at last, you're...yourself, again."
...you backed away. They were your friends, but just as equally your enemies. "I...I feel weird," you admitted.
"Oh, of course everything will take a little getting used to again," Shadow Milk said, floating closer. "But with all six of us, everything is ready for us to finally put on a perfect, grand show with the world as our stage!"
You didn't want that. Half of you was tempted, and so close to agreeing. You grimaced, shaking your head, struggling with the conflicting feelings. "I...I don't..."
A hand on your shoulder. Silent Salt stepped forward, standing between you and the other four. "Enough," he said. "You...you all are truly selfish. Focusing so much on using them that you forget yourselves."
Eternal Sugar wrung her hands guiltily. Mystic Flour and Burning Spice frowned at him. Shadow Milk scoffed. "Oh, please, like you weren't waiting just as eagerly as the rest of us when we finally got everything in motion! No thanks to you, of course."
Silent Salt growled, a hand on the hilt of his sword, pushing you back a little more. Was...he going to fight them...?
"We shouldn't be arguing...not on a truly happy occasion!" Eternal Sugar said. She flew over him, hovering over you to grasp your hand. "You're finally awake, beloved...we're together again. What do you want to do?"
"I..." You briefly hesitated, still...confused by everything. Your stomach decided to answer for you with a loud growl. That was enough to prompt most of them to dart off, on a mission to provide you with the "best" food...leaving you alone with just Silent Salt and Shadow Milk, eyeing each other warily.
"Well, my star, why don't you sit and rest while we wait?" Shadow Milk offered. "...though I suppose you've been resting for a while already, heh heh! But this time you can have one of my wonderful shows to entertain you!"
Silent Salt sighed as Shadow Milk nudged you into an armchair, a stage appearing before you. You supposed...you weren't going anywhere soon. At least the Beasts were...actually nice to you?
I'm gonna call them Broken Doll y/n (note that's just the name, she is not an actual doll)
Warning for heavy angst with a hopeful ending
Y/n was found by the Gingerbrave gang wasting away in a rotting, dilapidated house in the woods and they dragged her along with them
This eventually lead them into getting dragged along to beast yeast and getting caught up in Shadow Milk magic and turned into a jester
But unlike the faeries she wasn't energetic and smiling but sluggish with an empty look in their eyes, and Shadow Milk noticed this
Confused by y/n's demeanor even while under the effects of his magic he kept her close while he went about his plans
After he was defeated he still couldn't get his mind off that strange cookie, so when she was brought along to the spire by Pure Vanilla he decide to use her to antagonise the others
After he revealed himself when pretending to be Pure Vanilla he snatched her up and took her away, taking note of how she didn't even react to being kidnapped
he decided the best way to antagonise Pure Vanilla was to show that his 'friend' was far better off with him than she was with Pure Vanilla
So he gave her a bath, brushed her hair, put her in a beautiful dress (in his colors of course) and even put a bit of makeup on her, when he was done he had to admit that she looked quite beautiful
And so he kept her by his side while he tormented Pure Vanilla, constantly doting on her to get a rise out of him (also because he was genuinely starting to like her)
At some point though while Shadow Milk was alone with y/n he decided to ask her about how she became so broken, and she told him everything
It all started when a doctor told her she would never have children of her own, she was distraught at this fact, but that was only the beginning of her pain
While her father was on the way to her house to comfort her he got into an accident and perished, and her misery doubled
Then all her friends and family had distanced themselves from her, not knowing how to help her in the state she was in
And finally her husband walked out on her and didn't even say goodbye, one night he was in bed with her and come morning he was gone leaving behind his wedding band
All of these things back to back had crushed her and left her with no hope, deciding to just wait to rot away in her house until the Gingerbrave Gang found her
Shadow Milk then attempts to comfort her saying that he will never leave her like her friends and family did, only to feel her slip something onto his wrist looking down to see her ex husband's wedding band
Y/n looking at him and saying there's no one else in the world she could see wearing it other an him
Shadow Milk then decides that no matter what it takes he's going to make her happy, just like she once was
And he's going to do everything in his power to fix his beautiful,
Broken Doll
It's an interesting idea! Just with more reader backstory (and a lot more angst) than I usually write, but it's interesting to consider!
Shadow Milk is definitely going to search for that ex-husband and make sure he suffers a bit...just to give him a little taste of what you went through. Would that be such a crime, really? But he'll begin that search while you rest, because he'd spend every second he can doting over you and trying to restore your health...
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This video is an anime of two men who accidentally assassinated the girls dad so they adopted her in the clip she tries to bond with the kids in kindergarten but gets turned away because in their culture reputation is everything and they mistake her for being higher up
How would the beasts and ancients react/handle this situation with their own kid who wants to make friends their age?
Mystic Flour almost does nothing. Cookies are all the same in the end, no matter how they present themselves. But seeing her child struggle against the expectations of their peers...it does make her feel a twinge of sadness. She'll sigh, finding something more fitting (but still practical) for her child to wear. Probably also leaves them with Cloud Haetae more so that they have time to bond.
Burning Spice is irritated with the others for daring to exclude his child! But, well...he's at least above trying to fight actual kids, so...he'll need to change his approach. He's not sure what's "fashionable" in this time, but he'll do this best to help them...fit in, he supposes. Or perhaps if their clothes being too fancy is an issue, they can play some rough-and-tumble games, tearing their clothing up a bit as a signal it's fine for them to play with others in it and get a little dirty!
Shadow Milk understands that costumes are important for any actor! In this case, he just needs to find a costume (outfit) that lets his child fit in with the others more...he takes stock of what the other kids their age wear and sews outfits to match them, in his own child's favorite colors! And perhaps with some flair to match his own, with blues and blacks... He'll also figure out what games the other kids play, showing the rules to his child so they can easily join in with everyone.
Eternal Sugar quickly searches for a solution? If her clothes are an issue, she'll get more casual ones. She can also provide fun new toys for them to share with potential friends, snacks from the Garden they could also share...anything for her child's happiness, after all. More casual clothes sound much more comfortable anyway, easier for them to rest in once they're safely at home...
Silent Salt understands how important it is for his child to connect with others and make friends. He's perhaps a bit embarrassed that he hadn't considered this earlier. He'll ask around, figure out where to get clothes and toys that might help them...fit in more. He'll take them on a shopping trip, getting their opinions of what they'd like to get, easily carrying his child and the purchases in his arms.
Dark Cacao isn't...entirely sure what to do at first. He probably turns to his Watchers and advisors for help...along with his child's other parent, of course. He wants to make sure his child feels like they belong, that they grow up feeling loved...he'll get them whatever they need. And perhaps stoically try (and fumble a bit) playing games with them so they know what they're doing when interacting with the other kids.
Golden Cheese probably struggles with the idea of helping her child dress in a less fancy way. They're her heir, of course she showers them with gifts! She briefly wonders if she should give her child more things to share with her friends...but does come to the realization that bribing Cookies won't get them genuine friends. She'll probably turn to her friends, the other Ancients, for help to let her child blend in and forge their own, genuine friendships. Won't stop her from showering her child in fancy clothing and jewelry, but she'll at least encourage them to dress more casually before interacting with kids their age.
Pure Vanilla is a bit shocked...he hadn't thought about how tricky it may be for his child to make friends. Though...when he was younger, he was mainly just friends with White Lily, until he was able to meet the other Ancients. He'll probably encourage his child to search for Cookies they truly bond with and forge lasting friendships...while also listening to the advice of others and doing whatever they recommend to help his child fit in more.
Hollyberry is disheartened hearing her child is left out, and quickly does what she can to help them fit in with their peers a little better. That or, like Burning Spice, take them out on an adventure to rough their clothes up a little and show that it's fine if they get messed up while playing! Probably also gives a toy shield and sword to her child, both for training and to introduce a possible new game with their friends.
White Lily feels guilty. She wants her child to make friends, and she feels bad she's done something to hinder them. She'll quickly find clothes to help them fit in better, doing anything she can to give them a better chance...perhaps even apologizing to them for not thinking of it earlier.
AN: It was supposed to be a double-feature with Pure Vanilla, but oh well. Y'all can probably tell what direction this is gonna take 💀
Word Count: 1.6k+
Freedom from your horrid life! Freedom from deadlines and people bumping into you without even apologizing afterwards! Freedom reigns supreme!
These were the only thoughts bouncing around in your head as you inhaled the fresh air at your new place of residence: a quaint and quiet cottage in the middle of a forest. What could possibly go wrong?
Your move has been primarily uneventful. Lazy mornings and peaceful sunsets accompany you in your new life. Oh, and the weird noises you've started hearing at night. An eerie giggle followed by scratching noises and wood creaking. At first, you had written them off as random sounds, just a little bump in the night. But, you would wake up the next morning and find eggs in the fridge missing, or less sugar in your jar than the day before.
What the…
You start thinking that maybe a raccoon has been breaking in and taking your things. No way was a rat reaching into your cupboards and taking the bunny adorned lids off of your decorative jars for some honey and sugar.
Well, technically, I guess they could?
You start setting up traps in front of your doors, windows, and in your cupboards every night before bed. You snuggle tightly under your covers and hope that what you’ve done would just scare off any potential pests instead of actually harm them. You really didn’t want to wake up to the smell of dead rat or blood in your home.
“EahHhHhHhHh!”
You quickly sit up in bed when you hear high-pitched, shrill screaming. You look around, but there’s nothing in your bedroom. It’s still dark with moonlight pouring in through your curtains and your house is as quiet as before you fell asleep.
Maybe it was just a dream?
You’re about to lay back down when you hear hurried footsteps and loud crashing.
Pitter-patter. Creak! Bang!
You let out a startled gasp at the sounds coming from downstairs and instinctively pull the covers up higher. The previous owner had left a shotgun for you in the bedroom, saying you might need it in case a bear broke in by accident. He had given you a few tips, but you didn’t think you would actually be using it…
Your hands shake as you walk downstairs. The gun rattles in your grip and you’re nervously peeking around each twist and turn until you finally reach your kitchen. Your heart rate quickens and you hold the gun up to aim at any potential intruder.
“Ugh!”
It’s a mess!
The mousetraps you had placed are scattered around and the window is left wide open with the curtains swaying from the cool nighttime breeze. A shiny red liquid coats the windowsill, and you pray it's just condiments from your numerous overturned jars. You flick on the lights and groan as you think of how much you’re going to have to clean and especially so late at night. After propping your shotgun against the wall, you start to sweep, and mop, and throw away all the broken ceramics and spilled items. You save the window for last, and after cleaning the floors and counters, you notice that only the spice jars had been broken into. All your condiments were still safe in their own cupboards, which meant…
You look at the red blood that had oxidized and turned brown during your impromptu spring cleaning. A long trail leads from your window and into your garden, the rising sun helping you see better and making you shiver.
Its footprints in the dirt are too big. It couldn't possibly be a small creature like a rat, and they looked oddly human… You slowly slide your window down, but continue to stare at the blood drying up. You absent-mindedly flick at the lock a few times, too busy watching the sun illuminate the drops of blood.
Wait, why isn’t the lock clicking into place by now?
The lock is dangling off the window pane. It’s barely even attached to it anymore, having been sliced into multiple pieces with three distinct scratch marks on it and through the window pane itself..
It’s broken…
You wipe the sweat off of your forehead as you finish tending to your garden. The last of the oxidized blood having been tilled and overturned with the dirt under it. You were willing to pass off last night’s invasion as the work of a skinny bear or a bumbling raccoon. Bears were intelligent creatures, you wouldn’t be surprised if one had figured out how to twist the lock of your window until it came to open, slide it up, crawl into your home, flick the first mouse-trap away, then the second one, and then-
You were just lying to yourself at this point. You knew it wasn’t a bear, but it helped you sleep at night. The thought of something living in those woods being smart enough to avoid all the mousetraps that had been set up, besides the one you had partially hidden under the counter near the window scares you more than you would like to admit. After counting all the mousetraps, you came to realize that one was missing. The poor thing might still be out there in pain. But considering how intuitive it had shown itself to be, it had most likely already pried the mousetrap off and could have planned to come back with a vengeance...
You shake your head to dispel the bad thoughts and snip at a bush with a pair of gardening shears. It was too large, too unsightly, too capable of hiding something or someone behind it without you knowing.
“Yip.”
You curiously look in the direction of a soft animal call.
“Yip.”
There it is again.
You stare at the boundary of the clearing where you can hear a small animal calling out. You start to wonder if it’s the one that’s breaking into your home. It’s not until you hear geckering that you realize it’s probably a fox, and your shoulders sag in relief. Could a fox have been the one breaking into your home? They’re also highly intelligent, but…
They don’t have thumbs.
You suppose there isn’t any harm in checking, and you were giddy about seeing a fox. Elusive and rare, and oh so gorgeous with their vibrant coats and cute faces.
Just a little peek. I won’t disturb them!You reason as you slowly creep up to the bushes where you assumed the fox might be. You lower yourself slightly, just enough to be at level with the shrub you’re hiding behind. Green grass, fallen leaves, a sparrow here and there, but no sign of a fox.
“Booooo!”
“EEK!”
You startle and nearly fall back onto your rear as a strange man appears in front of you while dangling upside-down from a tree. His long hair almost smacks you in the face and you’re quickly taking a step back.
“A bunny! In my woods?”
His fluffy blue tail curls behind him in delight before he's twisting his face in disappointment when he takes note of your angry, very human appearance.
“Ah, wait. Not a bunny. I could've sworn you were one with the way you shake and scare so easily~”
“B-bunny?”
You ask, confused while he plops down onto the ground. Nimble, spindly, and terrifyingly tall. You’re left staring at him in fright and shock. The ears on his head twitch at each breath leaving your nose and his fangs glint in the warm sunlight. His expanding grin has you yelping and running back towards your cottage as he laughs at your cowardly demeanor.
“Oooo, I don’t bite! Don’t worry!”
“S-stay away from me!”
You run as fast as you can and when you glance back, he’s frolicking without a care. His height would easily let him catch up to you if he put even a tiny bit of effort into actually chasing you.
He’s…
You start to slow down and you eventually end up merely walking. You keep a wary eye on him as you let him get within arm’s reach of you and that’s when you turn to face him fully, now both standing still. Your fist tightens around your gardening shears, they could probably do some damage if need be. Probably.
“Hey, why’d you stop?”
He leans down and pouts, and you’re nervously taking a step back out of sheer survival instinct. You put your shears up in between you two and he’s testing the waters by poking the sharp tip where the blades connect.
“You… You’re just messing with me…”
“Aw, seems like someone’s tiny brain figured it out~”
Your grimace deepens as small, repeated sounds of “ow” leave your mouth when he raps his knuckles against your skull.
“Oh wow! It doesn't sound completely empty in there!”
You swat his hands away and he’s throwing them in the air in faux surrender while grinning.
“I’m not stupid! Anyone would run seeing a giant carnivore like you!”
He gasps and swings his head side-to-side to look behind him.
“A carnivore? Where?!”
The giggle that he gives at seeing your reddened face has you chasing him with your gardening shears until he’s taken refuge in a tree. You let out an irritated growl at seeing him quickly scale the tree and wait for you. His head is propped in his hand as he lays down on a large branch while yawning. He’s so far up you couldn’t reach him even if you jumped with a broom in hand.
“Oh wow, you do have some bite. Are you sure you're not the carnivore?”
You know you shouldn’t be encouraging him by conversing with him, but he’s so annoying and he keeps smiling down at you, literally and figuratively!
“Come down here and I’ll show you!”
“Lemme think about it. Hmmmm, nope!”
“You-! You, freak!”
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Can I please have a short Drabble ish for the vampire ancients who not only know how brutal the vampire beasts are but they walk in on them feeding off of human y/n not knowing they can regenerate her blood
It must have been a horrifying sight: you, surrounded by vampires on all sides, two latched onto your neck and three your wrists, drinking your blood. Even with your quick regeneration, you were still woozy...but still conscious enough to see the Ancients when they burst in, all of their eyes widening.
Golden Cheese was the first to respond, letting out a furious hiss and lunging forward, clawing at Burning Spice, biting him and trying to drag him away from you. In response, he tried to bury his fangs deeper inside you, only freezing when you let out a small cry. The other Ancients weren't far behind...thankfully Eternal Sugar detached as soon as Hollyberry tugged on her, Silent Salt had already pulled himself away and was staggering away as though in shock, and Dark Cacao managed to pry off Mystic Flour.
Shadow Milk was the last to let go, licking his fangs as he looked Pure Vanilla in the eyes. "Well well well...look who's late to the party," he purred. "Not sorry we got started without you...their blood was just too delicious to resist!" He grinned, looming over you and towards him. "I'm sure you all would be eager for a bite too, aren't you...?"
Pure Vanilla staggered back. He looked at you...then quickly turned away, trying to cover his nose and fangs. Shadow Milk laughed. "That's just what I thought! Let's see how long that restraint of your lasts—"
White Lily dove across the room, and over you, grabbing him by the neck and just as quickly dragging him out. He yelped as he was tossed out. Mystic Flour calmly followed, Burning Spice had to be flung out howling, Silent Salt ran away before anyone could even think to grab him, and Eternal Sugar...lingered, only leaving when Hollyberry nudged her out the door.
The Ancients hesitated before approaching you. Slowly, Pure Vanilla brought out bandages and patched each of your wounds, his hands shaking. "I'll...I'll be alright," you promised them all. "My blood regenerates pretty...pretty fast."
All of them stared at you. "Just...just rest for now," Dark Cacao told you gruffly. "You still need...need that." He quickly looked away, covering his mouth. White Lily had backed herself into a corner of the room, seemingly trying her best to avoid looking directly at you.
...the adrenaline was slowly fading. Your head grew fuzzier, and you could have fought it, but...you trusted them, and how much restraint they were showing. You closed your eyes, the last thing you knew the feeling of Pure Vanilla slowly, carefully patching each of your bite marks.
hi hi ! i remember this was discussed a time ago and it’s been on my mind recently ,, do you think we could have a small drabble or smth on a what if scenario where licorice cookie ends up bringing reader to dark enchantress, to help “keep shadow milk in line”? can be a scenario where reader goes willingly or is forced! i just wanna see overprotective shadow milk >:3
You had wanted to get out of the stronghold, feeling that it was unsafe...but being escorted out by Dark Enchantress herself did not feel much safer at all!
You and Black Sapphire...maybe if you'd been more carefully, Licorice Cookie wouldn't have run into you. Quickly literally run into you, darting through the halls in a frenzy...he'd grabbed your arm and pulled you along before you even had a chance to process anything.
Dark Enchantress had looked you up and down, not saying much to you aside from hoping that "your Beast would behave, seeing the position you're in". You hadn't responded, not wanting to give her any information she could use against either of you. Your gaze darted in all directions as you left the castle, looking for an escape route...though with her magic crackling in the air, it would surely be a challenge.
It wasn't long before she, and thus you, approached the Ancient Heroes and Beasts, all gathered in a single spot not far from her castle. They all turned to face her, calling her name out in shock...but Shadow Milk's gaze quickly flicked to you. His eyes widened, and his expression hardened.
"I see you've brought one of my...assistants out to me," he said, barely hiding his rage under a veneer of calm. "Unnecessary for this act, of course, but I'd appreciate it if you let them take their proper place on the stage!" He made a beckoning gesture.
Dark Enchantress chuckled. "You can pretend all you like...but I know what they mean to you." Her staff angled, ever so slightly, in your direction. "They've been a bit of a nuisance to my plans...hopefully this way, they'll convince you to act as you should."
The heroes called your name out in worry. Shadow Milk bore his fangs, fists shaking at his sides. "Heh...heh heh heh..." he chuckled darkly. "Calling us ingredients...trying to threaten us...you should have a lot more respect for the Great Beasts, you know!" He glared at her, shadows flaring around him and looming around you both. "Or do we need to show you why disrespecting us is a terrible idea?"
She scoffed, turning her attention to him. Meanwhile, one of the shadows circled a little closer around you...flickering a bit. Shadow Milk's brow furrowed, either in response to that or what she was saying...but a few seconds later, the shadow morphed into a hand, grabbing you by the arm.
You allowed yourself to be slowly tugged along, pulled away while she was briefly distracted. When she glanced in your direction, though, the shadowy hand yanked you away, pulling you into the air and quickly dropping you behind the Beasts, near Shadow Milk.
"Thank you," you whispered to him.
"Anything for you," he murmured back, quickly returning to glaring at Dark Enchantress.
She huffed, scowling at Shadow Milk. She was irritated, but...not as angry as you would have expected her to be, losing a hostage.
"...I see even now, you're as stubborn as ever," she huffed.
"Of course!" Shadow Milk said. "Who else is going to tell you what an utter flop of a production you're putting on!?"
She chuckled. "A 'flop', you say...in that case, I have a much more interesting story for you. One about my travels to the Silver Kingdom!"
Shadow Milk glared at her. "And why should I care, at this point?" He inched closer to you, looking ready to grab you and leave.
"I think you'll find it...personally interesting," she said with a wicked grin on her face. You had a bad feeling about this...
Idea that’s mostly funny to me: Witch-hating Reader x Virtues (with extra bonus if Immortal!Reader witnessing the Virtues burn out).
Is Reader an oven-baked Cookie? A random (shrunken) human sent to Earthbread because the Witches are assholes? A regular Cookie who had an encounter with forces (and consequences) similar to the Soul Jams and immediately clocks the Witches as being Terrible? Dealer’s choice! But Reader hates Witches and everyone and everything associated with them- including the Virtues and anyone nearby praying to the Witches.
Normally the Virtues would not leave their posts (or in Knight’s case, change course) to investigate one unruly person. But this person is loudly disrupting church proceedings, vandalizing any sacred depictions of the Virtues and Witches, and in a serious case managed to weld each of the Virtue’s respective dominion entryways shut (for the Knight the Reader somehow found out he was in town and welded the door to the hotel room shut without the Kala Namak noticing. The Knight doesn’t know whether to be impressed or annoyed).
When the Virtues finally find Reader they also learn that Reader is fully prepared to throw rocks at them.
Virtue of the Day being deployed to deal with Reader: please stop being a menace to society
Reader: Fite me (ง •̀_•́)ง 🪨 🪨 🪨
And the Virtues have to Put Up With It because even by Deranged Immortal standards Reader’s behavior is kind of Weird and it would be nice to figure out the root cause of the problem so this doesn’t happen again and so they can thaw Reader and acquire someone who doesn’t worship them blindly.
As the Virtues slide deeper into the Corruption Event Horizon the regular calls to deal with Reader become less of a chore delegated to the least busy and more of a special occasion that they brawl over for who will have the honor of seeing Reader.
This is a fun idea! I also imagine that at some point they start saving the rocks you throw at them as keepsakes...also waiting around to catch you in the act of sealing them in or spreading propaganda against them. Anything to get an extra few minutes of speaking with you!
Plus, when the Witches go silent and their corruption slooooowly starts...they wonder if you have a point. If perhaps the Witches really don't have their best interests in mind...it's something they really want to discuss with you, to actually hear why you're so against the Witches. Maybe you were treated the way they've been treated?
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An analog horror smc... pls tell me he doesn't bite. You can search it up and I'm scared.
Analog horror SMC, huh...he might not usually bite, but the second you bring up the idea he probably will loom a little closer and give you a small nip.
He probably lurks in the shadows a lot, glowing eyes appearing around you when he draws closer...vanishing whenever you try to actually spot him. Slowly sneaking up on you, eventually standing behind you and just waiting for you to look and see him...
Normally his victims would suddenly "vanish" before they barely have a moment to scream. You, though...he grabs you, probably nuzzles (or nibbles) for you a second, then vanishes with an echoing giggle. You'll also find notes around you...they're actually sweet love notes (though perhaps...a little concerning and possessive), just with very creepy, scrawled handwriting.
He also acts a bit like a guardian angel! No other horror monsters will target you...for long, anyway. And any humans that try to harm you tend to...well. Disappear suddenly, or come to you looking very pale and shaken and rapidly (desperately) apologize to you.
oh povidone-iodine cookie... I NEEEEED THAT COOKIE SHE'S SO HOT
I think she'd be flattered by the compliment...in a way that makes her cackle, with perhaps a hint of a blush on her cheeks. She might inch closer and suggest that if you need her that badly, perhaps you'd be willing to do a...trade, perhaps? She's always in need of willing test subjects, and of course you're important enough that she'd be careful in the experiment! At least a little more careful than she normally is.
Also...picture her taking off her lab coat and draping it over your shoulders whenever it's cold, or raining. It might not do much against the elements, but her research suggests that it's a highly romantic gesture!
Kirin are east Asian mythical animal (Name varies based on location, usually Kirin for Japanese and Qilin for Chinese) Appearance wise they're mostly based on deer with a bit of lion & east Asian dragon. Traditionally they're depicted alongside or marking the imminent arrival/death of a just and prosperous Sage or Ruler. (The inspo for the ask, thought it fit. Plus, they're a bit less known.)
They symbolize good luck, prosperity, and justice, as well as healing and peace in some interpretations. In the Chinese version that are considered one of the four sacred animals (alongside the dragon, tortoise, and Phoenix)
Just feels like it could be a fun dynamic to play with. Especially if they'd be more comparable to dragons' power-wise than simply a unique cookie or the like.
As a Kirin Cookie, you've appeared at a few important points in history. Most notably, you were likely present when the Ancient Heroes received their Soul Jams, and when four of them founded their own kingdoms. They're worthy rulers, after all!
Other than that, you're probably rarely seen...though each of the heroes are very curious about you, and try to talk to you when they do see you. They want to know about you...and if they're "chosen", they'd all appreciate it if they could receive some advice from you!
It's also possible you were the one to carry White Lily (...half of her, anyway) back to the Faerie Kingdom after the Witches' Banquet. A place where she can rest safely until the time is right...Dark Enchantress perhaps tried to find you or stop you, and was furious when you easily and pointedly avoided her.
You also may have been present, even in the background, when the Heroes Awakened! Perhaps unnoticed by most...Shadow Milk is probably one of the few who saw you, and who knows the significance of your appearance...he's just as furious as Dark Enchantress. He might even plot to capture you, perhaps force you to grant prosperity to him and the Beasts, the true owners of the Soul Jam!
...if Silent Salt noticed you, he'd probably kneel before you and bow his head. He wouldn't say anything. If you try to insist that he is also a worthy Cookie...he wouldn't directly oppose your words, but he wouldn't really accept them so easily, either.
Just for the sake of angst AND wholesomeness. What if Shade's mom did pass on? In the Witch's Tower we got a lot of backstory for a lot of the witches and we know at least 2 of them were burnt at the stake and I think it's implied First Milk died on the ship she couldn't heal others on being being reincarnated into a cookie. If Witch Y/n did get burnt at the stake too, then it'd be devastating for both.
But then that would leave Shade the very last Wizard ever.
Could he ever reconsile with his father?
@insertsaddict That's a good point. Warnings for death discussed.
-I won't say she was burnt at the stake or not because I don't really want to tie back to any irl tragic events. But if she did die, then it would be rather hard on the both of them and more so depending on HOW she died (I'll leave it up to you guys to decide how she went). It'd mean Shade would have to grow up/mature at an early age without either parent or his grandmother. Or any other witches or wizards really. So he's stuck in this magical limbo all by himself for hundreds of years because one of the most infuriating things he inherited from Papa Shadow Milk was unfortunately his immortality. His resentment and hatred of his father would be pretty big after everything.
-Makes it all the more harder on Shade when his dad drops by looking for him and his mom (I already wrote a post about his reactions and the aftermath of the two seeing each other again so I'll skip ahead a bit). As much as he hates his father for everything he did and still continues to do, he wouldn't keep what happened to his mother and First Milk away from him. They were his wife and mother after all. In Shade's mind he does not deserve the right to know what happened and grieve...but he also wouldn't keep it a secret because of guilt. Shadow Milk doesn't feel much towards hearing about First Milk disappearing to be honest. Maybe he still feels some pain, maybe some sick twisted satisfaction of revenge. But Y/n?
-He fully breaks down. Sobbing, screaming, hyperventilating- to the point he's on the verge of a panic attack to be honest. Only thing that doesn't make him completely looses it is the giant finger rubbing his back as he's coughing on his own air. Shade wouldn't know what to do tbh. He's never seen someone have a panic attack before let alone his own dad, but he would try to make sure he doesn't completely loose it. But he would still send him back to Earthbread once he was calmed down enough for Shade to hand him over to Black Sapphire and Candy Apple to take care of.
-Shade hopes in sharing this information and destroying all the portals to Earthbread he could find, it would finally get Shadow Milk to leave him alone. It does not. Because since Y/n isn't there anymore. So all that pent up lonliness and deprivation of love is directed all onto Shade instead as his son, and because he's the last connection Shadow Milk has to Y/n. So yeah. After the news instead of blowing over it's gonna ramp UP to from a 10 to a 100 QUICKLY. Now this can either go one of three ways.
-1. Shade's own lonliness will get the better of him eventually and he let's his dad back in at a distance and with strict boundaries put in place his dad has to follow or else. 2. Shade will make the choice to just pack up everything and leave (insert the Merlin packing up his entire house scene from Disney's the Sword in the Stone movie here) without warning and without a trace which will most likely crack Shadow Milk's already broken mental state. Or 3. ...There's gonna be quite the loud and furious fight between the two of them when Ultimate Shadow Milk Cookie shows up with both sides getting hurt in the outcome. However there IS a fourth choice. Shade might chose to help Pure Vanilla Cookie stop his father. After all there's no other powerful force than a witch/wizard and their cookie proof cookie jars.
In this video it’s an asmr of a Yandere demon who finds the listener believing or knowing that they are a reincarnation of their lost love and this apparently not only happens whenever they are killed but they have different lives and don’t remember their previous life
https://youtu.be/VmefOL72-Z8?is=UiMC4d4PMnh8FNGq
So what if this happened to the demon beasts or Angel ancients?
The Demon Beasts are most aware of your reincarnations, and personally knew at least one of your past lives! All of them are focused, in their own ways, in jogging your old memories...though they all still adore you as you are now. Even if you never remember, they'll be satisfied if they can have you with them...and if they can get your soul, well. Then they have all eternity to show you what happened in your past lives, on top of making new memories.
The Angel Ancients may only know about your reincarnations based on what they've heard from the Beasts. Feelings are...mixed! Several of them, like Golden Cheese, believe the Beasts are lying to try and convince you to give up your soul. Pure Vanilla and White Lily think they're telling the truth, or at least believe they're telling the truth...but they think who you currently are matters more than who you may have been in another life. Something they'll be quick to say whenever they confront the Beasts and fight over your fate...which agitates the Beasts (Shadow Milk especially) because they do care about you as you are now! They love you in all your forms!
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i showed my little sibling the cookies and he was scared of golden cheese but not burning spice???? He was also scared of dark cacao but I can kinda see why. But why golden cheese😭?
idk he's weird.
Depending on what image of her she saw...she can have a stern expression sometimes, and that might have done it? Or maybe it's about her wingspan, something none of the other Cookies have...? shrug
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