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Imagine Black Raisin cookie having to fight literal gods to get her village healer back after he accidentally seduced an entire pantheon. Black Raisin would never let healer live it down.
Black Raisin shooing the Virtues away with nothing but a broom and her crows, "BACK! Get back!"
But also, now I'm imagining the Virtues disguising themselves as "common cookies" in order to sneak into the village and get to their Healer.
Black Raisin's stress levels are through the roof as is, now she's gotta deal with literal gods coming to pound her friend?!
The Sage of Truth did not even have to speak from his weak, so easily in love, heart. Scientifically, Truthless Recluse and the other beasts were fascinating to study. They were some of the oldest cookies on Earthbread, one of the few witch-baked who were still alive. Truthless Recluse had once been the Beacon of Knowledge, the first cookie to learn and understand magic, who had written and created many of the laws of magic and the spells still used today.
It was just a bonus that he was incredibly stubborn, with a gentle heart, and extraordinarily beautiful.
The Sage spat out a bit of jam and looked upwards. Even though he was bruised and bleeding and would definitely feel everything weeks from now, he couldn't help his grin.
Truthless Recluse was especially, beautifully, fascinating when he cast his magic.
You could feel it. It was like all of Earthbread sat up and paid attention as the dark orchid that made up the recluse's staff lit up with White Magic. The Sage definitely was, watching as Truthless Recluse mouthed something to himself, right before that staff was aimed right at him.
The Sage only had a moment to summon a shield, feeling the coldness of Dark Moon Magic, the magic he created, envelop him before the blast hit. Even as he gritted his teeth and focused on keeping the shield up, his eyes were locked on Truthless Recluse.
For a moment, he swore, the wonder of the magic faded.
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oh, Wake Up Dead Man the messages you carry. "Religion is used to radicalize spread hate by preying on the vulnerable" and "religion can be used to uplift others by giving them a community and offering them acceptance and a second chance if they're willing to take it." and "it doesn't matter if your belief is no belief you should still love others" and "those puritanical women you see where raised in an environment where they were told to hate others and that they had to follow and serve a man for their entire lives"
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Weeks had passed. More followers had joined, requiring more tents and kitchen space to be made. Sabe had joined the cult, albeit with a massive argument…
"I can't stay in here forever!"
"It's not forever! It's only until the Bishops are dead and I'm a little more secure in the cult!"
"Which could take decades! I can't stay in the temple for decades! I need to do something, anything!"
"You're helping me with my spells!"
"Padme, you know I need more! I need to be outside!"
The argument had lasted days, with the two begging each other to just listen. The Lamb couldn't help but be terrified by the idea that their twin might die, leaving them alone, again. However, she did have a point. Nobody could stay in one building forever. Eventually, they broke, with one condition.
"This is Sabe," they said the next morning, introducing the cult to the newest member, wrapped in bandages. "Do not mind the bandages. When I found her, she was heavily injured. While my power helped her some, sometimes time is the best healer. Please, be kind."
Thankfully, their followers accepted the story.
Only Ratau knew of the Lamb successfully resurrecting a lamb and had reacted with…
"I'm sorry, I am so, so sorry. Please, I am sorry…"
"Oh, Ratau!"
"Sir, please don't cry… It's not your fault."
The day after Leshy died was the day that they attempted the second resurrection.
They felt good. Killing the first bishop and bringing his heart to the One That Waits, followed by the party afterwards, had sent their veins buzzing with power. It was only aided by their god's compliments on Sabe's resurrection. "I had thought you destined for failure," he had rumbled, lifting them up on his palm. His eyes had been fixed on them. "Yet again, you surpassed my hopes."
"What would you say if I did it again?"
His veil softly clinked as he cocked his head. "You assume you can?"
"No. I know I can."
He had simply laughed. "Then, do it."
Now, the Lamb stood in the center of their room once again, the smallest of the three remaining skeletons placed on the circle, surrounded by candles. Sabe stood back, her hood pulled over, but failing to hide how candlelight gleamed in her eyes. "And you're sure this will work?"
"It will. It worked for you."
"…what if it doesn't?"
They looked back at their twin.
"Do you doubt me?"
They knew, logically, that Sabe did have her doubts. Sabe knew them from the womb. Sabe knew what the followers did not, could pick apart the Lamb and see Padme underneath. She doubted, deep down, the One Who Waits. She did not know him, not like they knew him.
They would forgive her. She would learn.
They waited for her response.
"…No," Sabe said, and her voice was honest.
They were tempted to press.
"…Good."
They took a breath, focusing on the skeleton and the spell, and began to recite.
In their mind, they were standing on a dock, overlooking a sea of dark water, again. They threw out a rope, hoping that someone would grab the other end.
They focused on the words, on the rope, on their hopes that, someone, anyone, would-
The rope was grabbed, marked by the seize of their heart.
The Lamb opened their eyes and felt hands rest on their shoulders. A star-speckled portal, guided by the red glow the candles had taken, opened and swallowed up the skeleton as they looked back. Sabe's eyes, wide with concern, was painted by the light of the portal as a body rose up. By the time the lamb landed, the red glow faded, and the candlelight returned.
The lamb knelt there for a long moment.
The two of them looked at the lamb.
"…do you know them?"
Sabe shook her head. "No. Do you?"
"No."
The lamb gasped, their eyes going wide. They looked around widely, with the same frantic eyes that Sabe had when she had been resurrected. "Wha- where- where am I?" She looked up and froze. Tears began to well up in her eyes. "…the… the One Who Waits…?"
"Hi," Sabe gently pushed forward. "Hi," She knelt, holding her hands up to show the lamb she didn't have any weapons. "Hi, it's okay, you're alright. You're safe from the bishops."
"…I…I remember the axe…"
The Lamb flinched.
"…I do too, but it's okay! The Lamb, the wielder of the red crown, saved you. They had resurrected you and me." Sabe smiled and held out her hand. "I'm Sabe. What's your name?"
The lamb blinked, and two tears rolled down their cheeks.
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LEGO Monkie Kid 5 Time Bai He Got Embarrassed by Spicynoodles' PDA +1 Time She Got Embarrassed by Zoisite's PDA: Bai He keeps walking in on
I decided to replace the Tumblr post with this Doc link, mostly because I felt like remembering to update this was better!
Now, this isn't all of them, I've probably forgotten a few, but here's a good portion of them. I'll update them when I can. There are mentions and implications of smut in some.
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."
"A new beginning," he repeated, and brushed her hair.
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