Fics Written in the Stars

Yes, he liked to view himself and create the image that he was a patient man, capable of sitting and waiting, willing to wait for the right moment, but it was a lie. He was often the first to move, first to act. It had saved his life on more than one occasion. It helped keep his family name in the role they had played for centuries, even when he was the last Draxum.

Right now, however, he was willing to wait a thousand years.

Yoshi sat in an armchair, sitting with his knees tucked to his chest. His eyes were focused on his paper, the faint sound of pencil scratching filling the room. Occasionally, if Draxum looked away just right, he saw his dark eyes flick to him.

This human brought out strange emotions in him. The minute he saw him, throwing himself into the ring to protect his brother, he knew he had found his warrior. However, instead of just snatching him, something told him to wait.

His rare patience benefitted him.

Yoshi was worth befriending. Someone, he realized, that could be convinced to willingly to give up his DNA for his soldiers.

Even if the thought of him studying him made his entire being warm.

"May I see it?"

Yoshi gave a start, looking up. "What?" He looked back down and stiffened. "I- it's not very good, more of a warm-up," he said, still pulling out the paper and handing it over.

Draxum took it delicately, turning it so he could see.

Despite what Yoshi claimed, it was very good, in a way that caused that warmth to burn hotter. It almost felt indecen, with the way his position was drawn- legs crossed, hands folded his lap, with a distant look in his eyes.

"If only you were down here when my father started insisting on courting," he said, passing the sketch back despite his urge to claim it.

"Courting?"

"I am not the most sociable person," Draxum said, raising a brow at the way Yoshi's grip on his pencil tightened. "So he decided to send my portrait out. The portrait artist was a complete hack, however."

He didn't mention that he had tormented the artist, refusing to sit for any portrait, leaving the man to work off older portraits.

He was more focused on the glint in Yoshi's eye.

"At least you weren't married off?"

Being the last to get pregnant, everyone still thought they were only "civil" with each other.

At least in public, Sage and Pure Vanilla did little more than talk or look at each other. They hardly even stood next to each other, why would anyone assume they were anything else??

But behind closed doors?

Sage and Pure Vanilla couldn't keep their hands to themselves.

Picture a long day at work, answering questions, giving lectures, they're so socially drained by the end of the day. The doors to their shared Spire close, and all it takes is one shared look before Sage has Pure Vanilla pinned to the wall.

If they could crawl into each other's dough, they would.

Still, for being two halves of knowledge, they weren't expecting a baby to become part of the equation. Due to their lives being extended by the soul jam, Pure Vanilla hasn't had a period in the five years he's been The Prophet of Knowledge. And Sage, being the reborn Virtue of Knowledge, thought he was crafted the same way as before, infertile. Neither of them thought Pure Vanilla could even get pregnant.

First Milk is shocked at first, it takes her a day or two to get over her shock and suddenly go into Grandmother Hen mode, making sure her son and (now apparently??) son-in-law know everything they could possible know about babies and prenatal care.

You...you guys KNOW Truthless Recluse and The Fount aren't married...right?

Like I know there were chapters and artwork focused on Truthless Recluse wearing a ring with The Fount's flavor initials, but they're not married. The ring was, quite literally, Fount's promise to be better (broke that one, eh, champ?)

The only Beast Virtue that's married in Lost Dolls is Salt

Mystic Flour and Dark Cacao haven't seen each other in a decade

Burning Spice is being held captive/prisoner in Golden Cheese's kingom (oof, I gotta lost plot for that I'll share later)

Truthless Recluse and The Fount just straight up aren't married.

Eternal Sugar calls Hollyberry her wife, but even as drugged and poisoned as she is, Hollyberry reminds her that they're not married

Salt is literally the only one that looked at his bamf baddies and went "i gotta lock them down"

What the? is that-

Vengestone, indeed

I don't know what vengestone is, but why don't you just blast the chains already? Can't your powers do that?

Not against Vengestone, it stops elemental powers

If it stops elemental powers, why can I feel it too? I don't have your elemental power things, neither does MK

Maybe we don't know as much about vengestone as we thought, we know from past experience it effects elemental powers, but it's never been exposed to other forms of powers like from your realm, it is possible it effects all powers, rather then just elemental powers

You guys can still get it off of me right?

Let me try something, anyone have a paper clip?

*Frak looks on the table and sees one passing it to Arin, Arin takes it apart and uses it to pick the lock on the chains, after a few minutes he gets it and the lock pops off and the chains fall to the floor*

Since when can you pick locks?!

I picked it up living on the streets before I met Sora after the merge

Just a peek into the future for Beast Clones...

"Pure Vanilla?"

He didn't even need to look to know that she held a hairbrush. She only trusted him to brush her hair. "Of course, White Lily."

She sat down on the bed that the Sanctum had provided with a smile, pulling off her new diadem and untying her hair. Like everyone else, her hair had grown out, and the length was ridiculous when you considered her already long hair.

Pure Vanilla, like usual, started at the bottom.

Her hair had changed, in more than length. There was an ombre effect that led to a deep red at the ends that seemed to glint, as if a fire was hidden there. There was dark streaks across the white, as if sections of her hair had carefully been burned.

He swallowed back the urge to ask if it hurt. He had been barely been paying attention to her and Dark Enchantress nor her awakening, more focused on Shadow Milk and Starry Almond Milk, but he had seen her burning.

"…it didn't hurt."

"Hm?"

“Don't give me that look," White Lily glanced over her shoulder, and her hair was so long that it barely moved in his hands. Her eyes burned. "I can tell when you look at me like that. You're so worried about me that it blocks out anything else about me in your head."

…Ah.

"I'm sorry. I don't…I'm sorry." He had promised to do better. She was an adult who could take care of herself. "I just…"

"You worry, because that is the kind of person you are," White Lily's tone softened. "It didn't hurt, Pure Vanilla. And, even if I did, I would do it again and again."

He nodded. "I know."

White Lily, if she had been in her right mind, would know what would happen, would have jumped into the Ultimate Dough. She would burn, had already burned, for Cookiekind. He needed to understand.

"I know you know. But, don't borrow grief for me," White Lily turned back. "Borrow joy, for a new beginning."

But I think what’s funny is that the fandom loves blaming them for things they can’t be held that accountable for

“Silent Salt should have understood the Beasts!!”

Why should Silent Salt owe 4 genocidal tyrants his empathy 😭 especially when they were indirectly or directly responsible for mass killings all over the continent also understanding doesn’t means he would have wanted them less dead lol

The 4 Beasts in questioned led to him losing everything he lost dear and precious , he is a victim to their crimes but unlike most other cookies he can actually do something against the beasts that’s why people don’t really like him because we get a reminder hey those 5 cookies got sealed in the Silver Tree for a reason and not shit and giggles

“White Lily should have stayed in one place why did she get baked alive”

Why r they blaming a woman who got baked alive by her gods and treated like an experiment plus holder of the light of freedom not staying put in one place ? Shocking 💀

I am up to character flaws discussion all the time but every time someone tries to discuss about these two characters it sounds like we’re indirectly victim blaming

Some people r out here being more mad that Silent Salt stabbed Smc but at the same time try to convince u that Lily being burned alive in ep 12 was justified , they don’t hate Silent Salt they hate the beasts getting held accountable lol

The marriage had been a demand that had been sudden and quick, based on one fact.

Red Son had created the Samadhi fire that had ultimately killed Ao Lie. To make up for this fact, the granddaughter of Ao Lie, the new holder of the Samadhi fire, would be his bride.

His parents had agreed, for some reason.

It all led to this moment- not the wedding, but the first time he would meet his bride.

Red Son sat at the table and tried to remember how to breathe. He felt a pinch in his side. He took the hint and straightened up. The door opened up as he lowered his shoulders.

Ao Jun entered. The dragon king eyed him and his parents. He could practically read his mind, based on the annoyance that creased around his eyes and the way his tail flicked. He thought that they were too low for his granddaughter. Still, he didn't say a word, instead settling in the seat across from his father.

Two other people, a man and woman, most likely the bride's parents, entered. They settled in two seats, leaving a spot in front of him.

And then she entered.

She was… pretty, he supposed. Like her kin, emerald green scales lined her cheekbones and eyes. Her eyes were sharp and bright, gleaming emerald green like her scales and the dress she wore. (He tried to ignore the dark purple that lined her dress, practically screaming about the power, his power, that resided in her.) Her dark curls were pulled up to reveal her elegant face.

Unlike the rest of her kin, she didn't look annoyed when she met his eyes.

Instead, she cocked her head, like a puppy that saw something interesting. A small smile crossed her face.

He didn't smile back. He refused to. This whole thing was ridiculous.

For some reason, that made her smile grow bigger as she sat down.

"Your Majesties," the woman said, pressing a hand to the bride's shoulder. "This is my daughter, Long Xiaojiao."

His mother hummed. "This is my son, Demon Bull Prince Red Son." She glanced at him, and he stiffened.

Did… did he need to say something? "It…is an honor," he managed out, without throwing up. "To meet you, Princess Long Xiaojiao." He offered a polite bow of his head.

She did not do the same. Instead, her grin grew wider. "Likewise, Red Boy!"

"Uh, hope this isn't rude, but how come you only have two ears? Was the six-eared thing actually just a metaphor or...?"

Macaque blinked at the question and then grinned.

"Wow, he really hasn't taught you anything, has he?"

Xiaotian blinked and felt his eyes go wide. In the time of that blink, Macaque's ears had split, revealing three ears on each side. His smile grew a little more gritted, but he still smiled. "It's a glamour. Easy trick to learn, all things considered. I'm surprised that Monkey King hasn't taught you."

"...could you teach me that?"

Macaque laughed.

"I don't like figs."

It was the first fact he learned about her. Coraline didn't like figs. She didn't like the taste or the texture and just thought it tasted like fiber. Wybie accepted the fact. He would have happily moved on.

Except…

"I thought you didn't like figs."

"I don't," Coraline said, chewing around the bite of fig in her mouth.

"…Then why are you eating a fig?"

"…because I don't like it." That didn't make sense. At least, until she kept talking. "If this is a fake world, it shouldn't taste like fig. It should taste like chocolate or cotton candy or something like that. Right?" She glanced at him. Her eyes were shimmering. "Right?"

Oh.

"Yeah. I get it." Wybie tried for a smile. He still didn't understand the Other World fully, but he knew how it affected Coraline.

She couldn't trust when things were too good. She shied away from things she enjoyed. She couldn't be in the room with sewing needles and buttons.

They were working on it, but progress was always slow.

If that was what she needed…

The note was set on their desk.

Long Xiaojiao nearly didn't pick it up. So far, public school- the school they had begged their parents to let them attend, was nothing but exhaustion. People sensed a new kid, one who was rich, and thought they could pick on them.

They could defend themself but… it was hard.

The kids at their last school had been so stuck up, growing up in the same environment as them. They had thought that public school with regular people would be better. Except, it hadn't been.

So far.

They picked up the note. It was folded up tight. They unfolded it carefully, enough to reveal a few words.

I'm sorry about them. They're real jerks, and they pick on other people, too. I like your dragon backpack! -QX

Underneath it was a little doodle of a dragon with a smiley face.

Despite the angst that had been bothering them, Xiaojiao felt a smile form and looked up. Across the way, her eyes met warm brown eyes.

The kid sitting there smiled and waved.