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@falsesaintess ⤏ send me “plots please”… and I’ll respond with  3  (or more)  interesting  plots / relationships / connections  I can think of for our muses! 

|| MERCY , CRIED MEPHISTOPHELES .

tbh i should go back and review what we chat a bit over (either that or i could wait for you to solidify any DNA details for sl's au!) BUT if we're going off with sl being part of the alchemists at icelake whatsoever then this is the big drama bomb we can always have in our reach. percy (following his ambitions) signs up for war and ends up in the labs as an experiment, SL (following hers) signs up to study alchemy and ends up in the labs as an operator. they can be either friends or just strangers who've maybe seen one another here and there; whatever the beginning basis, it becomes lily's job to perform the biological operations (so, cutting out parsifal's heart, administering the suppression serum, bodily grafting, monitoring his levels, etc,) while parsifal drifts in and out of consciousness. the conflict's when percy starts realizing all the horror he's being put through and starts begging SL for something different. this means stopping (she shouldn't for her ambitions' sake,) reversing everything, (can't! canon implies it's not possible/outright says it's literally unnecessary!) or, more extreme, ultimately helping him escape despite (or perhaps even while) having successfully (and if it's sl, meticulously,) operated on him to the point of fully becoming 'a beast.' whatever vibe you want or think suits sl best is something i'm happy to work with but this general dotted line has the sort of fun conflict n stuff that i trust you with.

|| WHEN THE STARS GO OUT YOU'RE STILL THERE .

ok all of that ^^^ is its own separate au but for both sl's regular cookie and fairy verse i do like what they've more or less established rn as, at base, platonic friends. i think in general with percy constantly feeling like he's betrayed the noble unicorn that seeing any variation of sl from these kinds of groupings give him a huge breath of fresh air. he has more space to behave more innocently as he used to and his hope and wonder springs back out from any black depths. this isn't to say that he'd have a wholly positive-pedestal deluded idea of her, because once he starts learning sl bg (if not CR overall) lore he might stagger a bit, but when it comes to anyone he's already decided a 'friend' (with or without admitting it,) he also ends up swearing total devotion to and gripping their realities twice as firmer. he knows that sl has some things she wants, if not needs (<-- he'd refute this) to do by herself; he'd offer himself as a beast to remove all obstacle, and if not much then he'll be waiting for her various returns so they could once more share in conversation. smth smth he's passing by lilies at icelake's flower shop and when he looks up at the night sky which used to fill him with howling dread he sees the stars and thinks of sl's wings and/or sprinkles glimmer.

|| WHATEVER'S GOING ON HERE TBQH IDK

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desire + hc for (redeemed) mystic flour ? as in, is there anything she'll want not just for herself, but maybe in general moving forward?

Happiness comes to mind with what Mystic Flour desires... Her own happiness and happiness for the world as she spent a very long time feeling nearly nothing besides intense negative emotions.

as if he would EVER turn down an opportunity to be dramatique!

he's  in  the  library,  gleefully  tearing  the  pages  out  of  a  book  —  only the  most  useful  ones,  of course.  the  beast  hums  a  jaunty  little  tune  to  himself  as  he  does  so;  he's  already  folded  two  cranes,  a  frog  and  something  he  would  like  to  charitably  describe  as  an  abstract  interpretation  of  a  butterfly.  (  hey,  they  can't  all  be  winners.  )  it's  as  shadow  milk  is  putting  the  finishing  touches  on  his  latest  creation,  a  tiny  paper  hat,  that  he  suddenly  becomes  aware  he  isn't  the  only  cookie  skulking  around  this  forgotten  place.  huh.  that's  a  twist. naturally, he just HAS to be nosy about it.

❝  NO  TRESPASSING.  ❞  the  beast's  head  pops  out  of  the  shelf  with  a  clatter  of  books.  (  wearing  his  new  hat.  obviously.  )  ❝  ...  aw,  i'm  just  messin'  with  ya.  mostly.  ❞   more  books  fall  as  he  makes  himself  comfortable,  peering  at  saint  lily  with  a  hungry,  shamelessly  curious  look  in  his  eyes.  ❝  for  realsies,  though  —  fancy  meeting  you  here!  and just  what  ARE  you  getting  up  to,  hmm?  you  can  tell  meee.  ❞

@falsesaintess &&.  liked  for  a  STARTER.

@falsesaintess &&. said... truth serum time? saint lily is curious about the REAL probability of these two being pals! best friends even :] you can confess as much, riiiiight?

❝  pals?  best  friends?  ❞  yeesh,  talk  about  laying  it  on  thick.  trying  to  make  him  squirm,  are  ya?  ❝  you  know,  i  don't  DO  the  whole  friendship  gig  —  it's  not  you,  it's  me.  leaves  an  awful  taste  in  my  mouth,  it  does!  ...  khhhhmmmetaphorically.  ❞

stupid  truth  serum.  (  just  how  powerful  is  this  stuff?  )  it  has  to  be  close  to  wearing  off  by  now,  right?

❝  fine,  fine.  let's  humor  the  idea  for  a  moment  here,  shall  we?  ❞  he  wants  to  say  it's  because  he's  so  kind  and  generous  and  benevolent,  but  his  tongue  suddenly  feels  stuck  to  the  roof  of  his  mouth  as  if  it's  been  glued  there.  for  SOME  reason.  ❝  i  suppooose  we  do  have  similar  interests  —  of  the  divinely  granted  chip  on  your  shoulder  variety,  mind  you.  out  of  all  of  your  dough-brained  little  pals,  you're  the  one  i  respect  the  most  intellectually!  and  that's  saying  something,  because  my  standards?  suuuper  high.  ❞   but  of  course.  he  is  the  former  fount  of  knowledge,  after  all.  (  and  he's  had  it  up  to  HERE  with  cookies  who  think  pondering  why  the  sky  is  blue  makes  them  a  philosopher.  )  oh,  SOMETIMES  pure  vanilla  comes  up  with  something  worthwhile  —  but  he's  always  too  squeamish  to  really  sink  his  teeth  into  those  ugly,  nitty-gritty  thoughts  even  shadow  milk  struggles  to  wrap  his  beautiful  brain  around.

❝  ...  and  i  suppose,  ❞  the  beast  continues  aloud,  ❝  freedom  just  so  happens  to  be  very  near  and  dear  to  my  heaaart!  of  the  personal  and  not  getting  locked  up  again  in  a  big  stupid  tree  varieties.  sooo  i  suppose  that's  another  point  in  your  favor!  good  for  yooou.  ❞  naturally  he  will  be  immediately  subtracting  that  point  for  her  association  with  salty,  but  'tis  better  to  have  gotten  kudos  and  lost  them  than  to  have  never  gotten  kudos  at  all!  or  something.

❝  mmmaybe  i'd oblige a  chat  over  coffee  and  or  tea  sometime.  maybe.  as  SCHOLARS.  ❞  maybe.  he  won't  even  try  to  poison  her!  maybe,  maybe,  maaaybe.  ❝  but  the  second  you  drop  the  f-to-r-to-the-iend  word,  i'm  LEAVING.  ❞

truth  serum  asks.

While everyone else was down below, Golden Cheese had taken to climbing up onto the rooftops with the need to be higher. High where if only she could take to reaching for the sun where she belonged. There she'd pass her friends a cheeky grin, but just before they would travel too far, the bold cookie would rush and jump from one building top onto another- laughing all the while.

In the center square of this little village, she would rush about to catch where the others would gather that she also began half wondering if this was intentional on their part.

A little breathless, but regardless, Golden Cheese reached a perch at the corner of one building, squatting down with her spear in support as she canted her head aside in peering down at White Lily's findings among the bustling bazaar.