Fics Written in the Stars

(it was supised to be a shadow sugar set for my friend on tiktok but , since I don't ship Shadowsugar, the husband/wife will be Y/N and the bride is Shadow Milk lol))

Also eternal sugar cookie for the funnies

My Angel Hare hyperfixation has returned and I’m going to make it everyone else’s problem /affectionate

Pure vanilla is a college student who has returned to his childhood home for the summer. While at a thrift store, he finds a vhs boxset of his favorite childhood show “The Circus Under the Moon” An educational show starring a jester, who was the ringleader and main act of a circus which only appeared at night. The show was meant to teach small children life lessons. When Pure Vanilla watches the episode, it’s not the same. Pure Vanilla remembers Shadow Milk having more of an edge to him, and he treated the viewer like an equal, rather than a student. When Pure Vanilla watches broadcast recordings on the VCR, shadow milk is just as much of a trickster as pure vanilla remembers, and even has a nickname for the viewer: “Silly Vanilly” However, Pure Vanilla starts to get curious when Shadow Milk starts instructing the viewer how to do things such as treat a cigarette burn, or disassemble a gun. Pure Vanilla has no recollection of ever being in a situation where he needed to learn those kinds of things, He had a great childhood! It was always just him and his mom… right?

Shadow milk cookie is a beast who communicated to Pure Vanilla through “The Circus Under the Moon”. How the episodes were supposed to go is that two young performers who acted as stand-ins for the audience (Black sapphire cookie and Candy Apple cookie) would introduce some sort of problem for the plot, and Shadow Milk would walk them through the solution, acting as a kind (if a bit of a patronizing) teacher figure. In the broadcast version, however, he was much less hand-holdy. He never talked down to the viewer, and he was much more willing to put Black Sapphire and Candy Apple through slapstick injuries, as if he knew that they couldn’t actually be “hurt”.

Meanwhile, when White Lily was young, she had a CD-ROM JRPG that she would play for hours, called “The Knight of Silence” Unlike other copies, her game had full voice acting, and it was always a little different every time she played. The main thing that would always stay consistent is that the main villain was always a figure called “Silent Salt Cookie” and whenever she got a game over, the text would always be encouraging, saying things like “You are stronger than you think you are.” And “There is no honor in self-sacrifice. if you wish to try again, then try again.” However, other copies had generic bad guy text like “You’ll never defeat me!”

The Lights of Truth and Deceit take advantage of Shadow Milk recovering after the battle to spend some time together.

Somehow, something comes from it. Directly out of Pure Vanilla.

First of all, we've been following Lily's story for longer than the beasts, since pretty much the beginning. She is the first ancient the gingergang officially meets. We have been watching her journey, watching her struggle so hard trying to find freedom not for herself, but for all cookiekind. Out of all of the suicidal (main) characters, she is the one who's been through the most development. Trying so hard to find the meaning of life, just to realize that life is what we make of it- it is the choices we make, making new experiences, learning and growing- free will- that gives life meaning. Lily did not just personify freedom, she personified life itself- because living is freedom- and once we are dead, we cannot make those choices anymore, so the most we can do is make the most of the time we have left.

And that's arguably the worst part- the fact that she was just starting to get better. Such a strange way to wrap up her arc, after she had just found the meaning of life, finally being given a fresh start so she can live life to the fullest and make up for her mistakes. For her to look at us in the eye and tell us that death is freedom, that she needed to embrace her destiny and sacrifice herself, after that whole journey about how freedom is when you live on your own terms- is so, so fucked up and goes against everything her story had been teaching us. Not to mention that it leaves her arc with Golden Cheese with such an unsatisfying conclusion, Pure Vanilla never got the chance to understand her despite all the build up towards it, and she never even got to meet Matcha, the dough trio, ect. And as much as I love purelily, making her last moments all about a man rubbed me the wrong way... All while Shadow Milk becomes even stronger, his arc with Pure Vanilla gets dragged for another 100 episodes, and he becomes the main antagonist despite Dark Enchantress being here since the beginning. With the way the story is going, Shadow Milk will likely get a redemption arc, but Lily had to die to make up for her mistakes?

Lily was a very popular character. She had won cookie of the year just a few months before episode 15. A lot of suicidal people saw themselves in her. For a lot of people, her character was a reminder of why we should stay alive, that recovery was possible. Of course people are going to be hurt to see this happen to their comfort character- especially when her death was objectively the main highlight of the episode.

Screw some of the strongest people in the verse (allegedly) by giving them lovechildren

the stork dropped them off btw

Close Ups + Yapping Below

For Marchosias, his Hell in limbo was becoming a follower.

Lamb looked Marchosias up and down. "Hypothetical question; what do you think of maid outfits?"

"...No."

The Lamb beamed as they held up a hanger, somehow already containing a maid dress.

Cookie run kingdom: “so your me?”, “voices in a jester’s head”

Digital circus: “ a tale of red & blue”, “Why do I want to hurt you so bad???” Poppy playtime: “Giblet’s guide to not getting turned wrongside out… again…”

LEGO monkey: “ah crap- a giant asteroid is about to crash into the planet-“

(I still don’t know anything about the fandom but I thought it’d be funny to see what you’d do with such an open fic title (and since you usually default to that fandom when the fic title isn’t for a specific fandom ) …and it’s most of your stuff here from what I’ve seen- (nothing wrong with that , don’t misunderstand. It’s just funny following someone for something and then finding out they mostly post something else) (assuming you don’t just ignore this-)

I’m rambling- point is, giant asteroid is about to hit the LEGO monkey’s earth equivalent (again haven’t even seen a clip, no idea if the planet is just ‘fantasy earth’ or if it has a different name) (it’s a joke/crack fic, not a hate fic)

You should watch LEGO Monkie Kid, it's fun!

“Ah crap- a giant asteroid is about to crash into the planet-"

After his whole near-death experience in the Pillar of Heaven, Qi Xiaotian is on vacation. Therapist's orders. He's not allowed to do any heroics for the next month. So, when an asteroid nears the Earth, the rest of the crew scrambles to handle it.

“So you're me?”

White Lily does not go to the afterlife. Instead, she finds herself trapped in a labyrinth of mirrors, forced to face various versions of herself. If she is going to be Freedom, if she is going to be reborn, she must learn what worked... and what failed. If only Dark Enchantress wasn't there too...

“Voices in a Jester’s head”

The Lights of Deceit, Destruction, Apathy, and Sloth find themselves trying to stop a mentally breaking-down Shadow Milk as he tears across the multiverse.

“A Tale of Red & Blue”

Once upon a time, he had not been alone. Once upon a time, there had been another, adored by their creators. Once upon a time, he looked up at them as if they were Heaven.

“Why do I want to hurt you so bad?”

Caine, both literally and mentally, was not meant for anger. He was not meant for hatred. And Pomni finds herself handling that.

“Giblet’s Guide to NOT Getting Turned Wrongside Out… again…”

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Soulmates shared scars.

Not illness. Not rashes, like the one the poison oak gave Coraline. Maybe rashes were a better soulmate mark.

Poison oak didn't give Coraline the same feeling as the scars across her fingers did.

They were pretty small, only across the knuckle of her middle three fingers. She barely noticed it until her mom asked what happened. She didn't need to think. Maybe it was the way that her nightmares recreated the scene, or maybe it was something about the soul bond, but she knew where it came from.

Wybie. Dangling off the edge of the well, so close to falling in. The hand, scurrying up him.

The ends of those needles, ready to dig into her own eyes to tear them out, slashing across Wybie's fingers to make him lose his grip.

She knew what had happened.

And she was glad she had it.

It reminded her of how lucky they were that night. How Wybie pulled through for her.

Day 1 and 5 for @burgertimewifi's TRSOT week!

"Why are you here?"

"Ah, Truthless Recluse! Good morning!"

"Good evening, rather," his other half scoffed. He wrapped the shawl tighter around his body, his usual robes discarded for a simple nightgown. "You didn't answer my question."

"It is 3 in the morning, technically."

"Sage."

He laughed at his other half's annoyance as he adjusted the telescope. "To answer your question, I thought we would have a lovely time together!"

"You're dragging this out."

Okay, okay. The Sage pulled out a basket and set it on the blanket before he sat down. "To answer your question," Truthless Recluse opened his mouth. He held up his hand. "Fully," He shut his mouth. "Your Peak, regardless of how much you guard it, is the perfect location for some star-gazing, especially this morning!"

Truthless Recluse stared at him. After a moment, he sighed. "What's this evening?"

He was just going to be a pain about this, wasn't he? He was so lucky that he loved him. The Sage smiled. "This morning is the summer solstice, meaning that the summer stars will begin to show!"

"…you came all the way up here to stargaze?"

"With a perfect view, and with you." The Sage offered his hand. "Unless you wish to go back inside?"

Truthless Recluse stared at him, and then he sighed, settling down next to him. His warmth eased the slight chill of the mountain peak, and the Sage curled up close.

"You're lucky I love you."

"I know."

Duchess Satine Kryze had been buried with proper honors.

Despite their differences in philosophy, Bo-Katan had demanded it. Her sister had been cleaned and dressed, not in her armor as tradition, but instead the dress of her coronation, the dress she wore when she declared her pacifism. The people of Mandalore had seen her, honored her, shared words and thoughts for the woman who had led them. For a moment, Mandalore was at peace.

Bo-Katan would never tell anyone, not even the Empire, the face among the crowds.

The face who had stopped by her sister's coffin. The blue eyes filled with tears. The red beard that hid the lips that pressed a kiss against her sister's cold brow.

The face who folded her sister's hands around a gardenia, before pulling away.

Bo-Katan stayed silent.