Fics Written in the Stars

White Lily was haunted by Dark Enchantress.

She understood why Dark Enchantress existed. She was her wrath, her despair, her willingness to accomplish her goals even when it hurt others. She had accepted that truth and the freedom it gave her, finally awakening for real.

Still, that did not mean that Dark Enchantress did not haunt her.

It showed in the guilt that still clung to her like a stubborn vine. It showed when she glanced at her reflection and flinched, because her eyes were too dark, too furious. It showed how others reacted to her. The caution, the careful stepping.

It was always clearest when she was around Golden Cheese.

Golden Cheese was once her closest companion. Pure Vanilla may have been her best friend, but he clung too hard to a girl that did not exist. Golden Cheese had accepted her ragged edges, her cruel streak, her everything, with a smile and an kind nickname.

That had been, once.

She was haunted.

It showed in how Golden Cheese did not speak to her. She looked away from her, but when they made rare eye contact, her gaze was nothing but rage. She barely attended events, always focused on her kingdom and the ghosts that lived there.

The ghosts wrapped tight around her, just as tight as Golden Cheese once held her.

Subiendo dibujos del adelanto qué nos dieron por el aniversario de sonic 🙏 la animación fue una locura no puedo esperar por ver mas, amo mucho el estilo que eligieron para estos últimos videos que nos a regalado sega

Combining Day 6 and 7 for @burgertimewifi's TRSOT week!

The wedding had been a simple affair, all things considered.

Truthless Recluse, or Pure Vanilla rather, refused to have too many people up on the Peak. Blueberry Milk had been more than willing to shed the mask of the Sage of Truth. So, a small audience, mainly consisting of the Virtues and the Beasts, watched them exchange vows under the summer night sky.

The venue itself was decorated beautifully, with globs of light providing light and flowers curling everywhere. Everyone sat in chairs, all dressed in their best for the event.

Blueberry Milk and Pure Vanilla had agreed to arrange the others' outfits. The former had been delighted when he had been gifted a traditional Vanillian wedding dress, with waffle cone print across the edges. The blue of it was a much darker shade than he traditionally wore, but it was beautiful. He had tucked orchids in his hair and had waited at the aisle for his groom-to-be.

And, oh, how lovely.

Pure Vanilla, with a milkcrown tucked behind his ear, looked like perfection. He wore a beautiful white gown, edged with his normal darkness, with an elegant dark veil with golden constellations across the fabric. There was probably small jam stains from the Sage pricking his fingers. He had met his eyes and smiled, truly smiled, behind the veil.

They had held hands and refused to let go.

They were still holding hands even now, as they danced across the dance floor.

It wasn't their first dance as a married couple. That had been about an hour ago. Everyone was on the dance floor now, probably all with a few drinks.

Blueberry Milk laughed as Pure Vanilla, somehow, managed to lift him off his feet and twirl with just his hand on his hip. He pulled him closer once he was back on solid ground, or as close as they could be with company. "I love you," he said.

"I love you too," Pure Vanilla said, as easily as breathing.

"…do you remember the first time we said that to each other?"

Pure Vanilla snickered. "I do. You fell down the peak."

"I did~."

It had come out of nowhere, his dear Recluse's love confession. They had known for some time that they cared for each other, but he had been unsure if the depth of care he felt for him was requited. The Sage had been worried about burning bridges if he dared to say those words to him.

And then, his Recluse had been showing him his larger garden, set on a tucked-away cliff, and, seemingly out of nowhere, said "I love you." Easily, without strain, as if it were a normal occurrence.

The Sage had been so shocked that he had taken a step back and fallen off the cliff, and proceeded to tumble down the rest of the mountain. He could still hear his dear's shriek when he realized what had happened, quickly rushing after him like a very concerned raven.

"You insisted on kissing me by the time I found you." He had several broken bones and a concussion, but his sheer delight at having his affections returned had blocked out most of the pain. Plus, the taste of vanilla and darkness, the very ability to press kisses to any available gap of skin he could, had helped block out the discomfort of having his bones reset and feeling them stitch back together.

"You like it when I kiss you," Blueberry Milk pointed out, smugness rolling off him.

Their hold on each other's hands broke.

Before he whined, that hand cupped his face.

"I do," Pure Vanilla confessed, before rising up on his tiptoes to press his lips to his.

So random Eridian scientists are talking to Grace and are like, absolutely no disrespect intended, but very interesting Rocky overcame the cultural weirdness and sensory disgust of "hugs" and does them despite no benefit to himself because he cares for your needs! Its sweet!

Grace: actually Rocky freaks out if he cant press himself against my lungs and heart through the thinnest xenonite possible until he can hear every muscle cell in my body moving at least once a day.

Once upon a time, a man had twelve children. When his thirteenth was born, it was a healthy baby boy. He decided that this child deserved the best godparents he could find.

So, he set out on the road.

First off, it reminds me that in DotTMNT, I'm having Yoshi dump water over Draxum's head in front of their kids after the armor is assembled.

Also, Vanny suit.

what an unexpected response .

hello guys ! after my grueling break from cookie run (just from the games) (ananas dragon release on kingdom single-handily brought me back to it) I might go back to the cookie run and shvn art grind …. maybe… IVE BEEN GETTING URGES TO DRAW THEM !!!!

but anyways, these drawings are from a while ago .. from march 🥹 I kinda got to scared to post again .

separating the next part cz it’s a bit much , hope it’ll make up for my absence 🫰🫰

It was quick, so fast that she almost missed it. He had pecked her cheeks, her forehead, even the tip of her nose, before, but this was different.

Red Son leaned back before she could even respond. Her lips tingled, and Long Xiaojiao stared at him. His hair sparked. "Anyway," Red said, holding his tablet. He pulled up a list of something, clearing his throat. "I was thinking-"

She couldn't think about the fire manipulation school they were working on. Not when he had just done that.

"Do you really think you could get away with that?"

He blinked, looking up from the tablet. "I-" Shame entered his eyes, and she couldn't let it linger.

Xiaojiao grabbed his collar and hauled him forward.

Make it SageRecluse.

Make Black Sapphire, the son of the Virtue of Truth itself, a liar. You would expect it from Shadow Milk, but not from the Sage. People have noticed how the Sage's son clings but dismiss it as cute, an adorable father-son relationship. They don't see how he hates his father's students, those who take his attention away.

The Sage and Sugar are friends, who realized that they were at a point where marriage was no longer the best for them. They split without tears or bitterness, supposedly. Now the Sage looks at her and wonders how much of that is true.

The Truthless Recluse was coaxed down from his Peak and decided to give his heart to the Sage of Truth, only to lose his and the Sage's children. It's not until Black Sapphire leaves for a long-term assignment in another kingdom that the twins are finally born.

YOU HAVE THE BIGGEST MOST WRINKLIEST BRAIN EVER!!!!

See, I would think the end of Sage and Sugar's marriage would be drawn out. Because Sage couldn't possibly believe he made a bad or wrong choice (he always thought he was a one-and-done kinda cookie when it came to marriage) and Sugar, being the embodiment of happiness, couldn't believe that they were happy.

This is just my excuse to make Pavlova Black Sapphire's full brother instead of half brother in this SageRecluse alternate. Because Sage and Sugar would be like: "ohhh, obviously what's wrong is we both want more kids but we've been neglecting that part, so let's have another kid"

And that, obviously, doesn't help.

I also imagine in this AU, Truthless Recluse would only be able to handle 2 or 3 miscarriages before he told Sage he doesn't want to be touched or even try anymore.

Them trying while Black Sapphire is gone is a total accident of timing. Sage proposed they treat their newfound alone time as a proper honeymoon (since...hmmm Black Sapphire got mysteriously ill when they were supposed to have their honeymoon and Sage dropped everything to care for his son 👀).

Truthless Recluse, in this au, is less weepy and more snippy, hiding his fear behind anger. Even as the baby progresses without issue, their last one had been full term, but a stillborn, so he isn't trying to get attached...why bother when it'll end the same way? His corrupted dough can't handle a pregnancy anymore a-and —

PureSage also love visiting each other! They get to see each other in person and share a bed (and make their own private videos...)

Stopppp yall are makin me wanna skip to the Cam Girl SageReuse fic I have planned 😭🙏

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Pure Vanilla has his group of regular collaborators (the other Ancients)

And Sage has his (the other Virtues)

They tried to keep their relationship a secret at first (the internet tends to get...parasocial with relationships. Especially queer ones). Plus, their respective circles of content creators hardly ever (try, never) overlapped, so explaining how they'd met (a mixup at a hotel during a convention that ended in a hot one night stand) wasn't exactly something they wanted to air out to everyone.

Not to mention the fancams and fanfics they get of each other with friends and collaborators in their respective circles.

Regardless, they enjoy their private relationship and secret meetups.

But it accidentally slips put when Sage goes live one evening and his mic turns on during his "Stream Starting Soon" screen.

"Ooo, how about we go to that fancy steakhouse downtown when I'm done?"

His chat is curious, asking who he's collabing with because they don't seen any affiliated links in the description.

"Are you sure?" An unfamiliar voice to some asks. "It's expensive..."

"But it's your favorite, and it's not every night I get to wine and dine my boyfriend."

Chat.

Explodes.

"IS THAT PVGAMING?!"

"IS PURE VANILLA THERE??"

"BOYFRIEND?! IS SAGEOTRUTH DATING PVGAMING?!?"

"OHMEGOSH!! PVTRUTH OTP REAL??!"

Sage realizes when he sees chat flying by and he scrambles to mute his mic, but the damage is done.

Within seconds, both of their phones are exploding with messages from their respective friend groups and social media notifications about the "glitch" in Sage's stream.

They panic for a moment and wonder how the hell they're supposed to go forward from there. Sage wants to cancel his stream and hide under his bed for the rest of forever. He's mortified by his mistake outing them both.

Pure Vanilla reassures him and they have a long conversation (so much so that people are wondering if that night's stream is canceled even though Sage kept the recording going.

They talk about new boundaries they have to make, but ultimately decide that this relationship is the best relationship they've ever had. They don't wanna lose it just because some of their respective fanbases can't handle it.

So. Nearly an hour and a half after Sage was supposed to go live, he and Pure Vanilla hop onto their respective discords and announce their both going live.

On Sage's channel.

Neither one had ever seen their chatroom jump so high. With both their fanbases combined, they're shocked they haven't crashed the servers!

Pure Vanilla sits next to Sage and wraps an arm around him, "You ready?"

"Not even close." Sage sighs as he clicks the "go live" button.

A preview of their set up appears on the second monitor.

From the angel, and how close they have to squeeze together to be in frame, it looks like Pure Vanilla's on Sage's lap.

They look...

Good.

As good as they can for a last minute stream.

Pure Vanilla's in one of Sage's old pastel yellow sweaters since evenings in the northeast tend to be cold. Sage is in his normal white button up and blue vest. Without his kitty cat gaming headphones, Pure Vanilla doesn't quite look like himself, so Sage gives him one of his beanies.

Sage's finger trembled on the streamdeck button that would switch from the "starting soon" screen to his camera.

"Animatronics that always think are tricky, dangerous..Thought no one will be as much as that cursed sock monkey.. Anyway- I hope you know what to do, Vanny dear?"

In some cases two heads better than one isn't always true. The heads could be at odds.. Easier for rabbits to meddle.

A door opening in their space made them look up.

They hadn't been expecting visitors, not at this hour. Had they done something? Eclipse ran through the checklist of tasks to be done after closing. No, they had done everything…

"Hello?"

The visitor squeezed into their "bedroom" and Eclipse felt themself relax. "Vanessa!" They stood and wasted no time in wrapping their princess, their bride, in an embrace. "You came back!"

"Yeah, I did." She seemed more hesitant to hug them back, her hands pressing against their back lightly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ignore you. Things just got busy."

"…I know. I'm sorry about the others." The sudden deaths of the other brides had caused quite a stir. "You must miss them a lot."

There was a slight flinch. "…yeah, I do." She pulled away before they could ask if she wanted to do something, or just cuddle. She looked so tired. "Eclipse, I need your help with something in Parts and Services. Can you help me?"

She didn't even need to ask.