#the-devious-faery

[darlingod]

They both killed their husbands willingly but only one of them wanted their husband alive 💀💀 Duarte women tea

Jude one-upping Taryn

Taryn: marries one of cardan’s friends

Jude: marries cardan

Taryn: Becomes a Lady

Jude: Becomes a Queen

Taryn: stabs her husband

Jude: Beheads her husband

[marianne-in-wonder1and]

How Does Diasomnia Laugh?

Tags: Fluff, kissing, stalking

Twisted Wonderland:

Malleus Draconia:

This Fae Prince, as brooding as he seems, is a total darling when with you. He laughs quite often, especially around you, as Lilia stated! Malleus' laugh is elegant, rich, sonorous, refined and rumbling, just how you picture a dragon to be. His voice has a certain undescribable timbre, which just adds to his appeal. It's quite deep too, and while eliciting such a laugh from him is rare for others, it's easy for you. Give him a quick kiss and try to run, he'll grab you effortlessly and toss you onto his lap, nibbling at your ear. Your squeal will make him laugh.

Often times, when he's done with his classes, he'll try to follow you around the campus like the territorial dragon he is. He'll stalk you full-on! And the funniest part? He thinks he's discreet. While he has the ability to blend in with the shadows and has displayed this on multiple occasions, it's rather difficult to stay hidden from you. It's as if you have a Malleus-radar! When you catch him, he'll look at you like a deer caught in headlights for a millisecond, before clearing his throat and clasping his hands behind his back. Then, you'll hear his perfect yet strained laugh as he tries to nonchalantly shake his head. You also laugh to see his next move, and it's a full minute of this back and forth. Then, he'll clear this throat again, trying to discreetly slip out before you tackle him in a bear hug.

According to Lilia, little Malleus was a sweetheart! His laugh was squeaky, tiny and adorable. All he needed was a poke to his fat cheeks or stroke to his tiny little horns to make him squeal and laugh. Malleus refuses to believe that, though! He's oddly defensive.

Lilia Vanrouge:

As the happy individual Lilia is, he laughs freely and frequently. His laugh is fresh to the ears, loud and often mischievous! It's quite infectious too. Unlike Malleus, it's not that hard to get Lilia to laugh! Just a quick offering of tomatoes or a kiss to his cheek will do. He enjoys a good treat— after all. Other times, Lilia will let out a devious cackle, foreshadowing an even more devious action. Yet, when reminiscing about the past, his laugh will be soft, affectionate, calm and soothing to the soul. You can swear it has lullaby-properties!

Lilia will often tackle you in bear hugs, laughing at your adorable expressions as he strokes your hair like one would stroke a kitten's fur. He also finds it fun when you're being moody and loves to rile you up, laughing at your little reactions. In his defense, he just finds you so adorable! Anything you do can elicit a laugh from him. In this case, he's similar to Malleus. Actually, it's the other way around. He raised Malleus, so Malleus is similar to him! Yes, now it's correct.

Other times, this cheeky vampire bat fae will relish in and laugh at your astounded reaction at the sight of his countless medals and awards for his service at Briar Valley, both recent and old! Yes, by recent, I mean the past 2 centuries.

Sebek Zigvolt:

There's no way you can ever, ever ignore this loud crocodile half-fae. Like, no way ever. He's the loudest guy you know! So, naturally, Sebek's laugh is boisterous, loud, prideful and open. He doesn't even attempt to keep it quiet, he physically cannot! His laugh is refreshing in its own way, though. You enjoy listening to him laugh, even if it's while he boasts about Malleus and his qualities, often forgetting to speak about his own before you remind him that you're not Malleus' partner! Then, Sebek will turn beet red and scoff, mumbling something like "you're not compatible with Master Malleus, know your place." And no, he. isn't. jealous.

When you're closer to Sebek, you'll hear a very rare laugh of his which is soft, gentle and even beautiful. It always tugs at your heartstrings. It's then you lunge at him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he turns beet red again, which, mind you, he says is an instinctive faerie reaction to nonsensical things. Yet, this contradictory half-fae never once told you to stop your surprise hugs. It trains his reflexes, you see. Don't be delusional. It's, it's not what you think.

Sebek's mother disagrees, though! Baby Sebek used to have the most adorable, high pitched laugh. Just a poke to his creamy cheeks would be enough to get him laughing, his two tiny fangs showing. And, like Malleus, Sebek isn't convinced.

Silver:

The sweetest, most charming laugh from the entirety of Diasomnia has to belong to Silver. Perfect like the birds during spring, this handsome knight has the most melodious, soft, gentle and affectionate laugh. Often times, you'll notice the little birds and squirrels rush to him whenever he laughs, comfortably nestling on his shoulders and lap— on yours, too. Silver finds this super cute. He's usually quite serious, but with you? A total cinnamon roll. It doesn't take a lot to make him laugh if it's you who does it. If you kiss his lips and run off, he'll laugh, easily catching up to you to pull you back into his arms.

Silver will laugh when he notices your shocked face as he shows you his hands, calloused from sword training. Though, your turn to laugh is next when you notice his surprise at the hand cream you squeeze into your palms, applying a generous coat to his hands. Then, you'll bring his hands to cup your cheeks, leaning in for a kiss. This elicits a charming chuckle from the princely knight.

Lilia has some unique anecdotes, though! Apparently, Silver's laugh has remained the same as it was as a baby. His laugh used to be the most infectious, innocent and sweetest thing in Twisted Wonderland. It still is.

Thanks for reading! Since the poll leaned towards the most votes for Diasomnia, here! Silver sends you a mushroom 🍄. Do request for more! 💚

[theenemiestoloversclub]

*i want more faeries rooted in traditional folklore*

cunning, devious, sly faeries

faeries obsessed with jewels, trinkets, and trades

extravagant, eccentric faeries

faeries who love to drink and party

silver tongued faeries who love to trifle and trick

faeries who always try to make a bargain

just more strange, whimsical, & witchy faeries

[eatuniverse]

sonny's : retired drs

i have been in the shifting community for like five years, a lot of scrapped scripts are piled in the recesses of my noggin.

i choose blood ! ✶ dream smp

i'm so tired of pretending like the dream smp was corny. i mean, the fandom was. and so were the streamers. and so was the story. and the characters. however, i choose to turn a blind eye because it did something through minecraft that nothing else was doing at the time, and nothing has replicated since. and it was great. excellent, beautiful. although i recognize that my impression filtered through layers of nostalgia and headcanons. and if you know me, you might expect, i basically rebuilt the entirety of the lore from scratch. rewrote history.

who is she . . . ? my name was soap. i was part mushroom, the daughter of an ancient forest entity, psychically tapped into the mycelium network between the tree roots. i was down devious madly in love with technoblade, who was a werepig cursed by the same witch who was sally's mother. i lived with him and phil, and tommy post-exile. i listened to a lot of grimes during this time period. so, think, that informing the vibe. i was a weird kid in middle school. i would yap to anyone who would listen about ts.

death before dishonour ! ✶ arthurian legend

i went through a phase where i was obsessed with the knights. not in a weird christian way. in a feminist way. this was just after i finished reading tcp, and i needed to be a girlknight so bad. i remembered i had free will so i clung onto the round table, my funky little englishmen, my mythological blorbos. i still have never seen bbc merlin, dont want to watch that thank you. because. i dont like real british people. i started trying to learn old english. i still really fw this so i might go back to it lowk.

who is she . . . ? phoebesthus goulding la fey. i was the descendent of faery warrior nobility. had a tail and golden eyes that shone like a cats in the dark. whimsically inhuman. i was an expert swordfighter, the only knight other than lancelot to best king arthur in a joust. smaller, quicker, and deadlier than any of the others. i was op.

one giant leap for mankind ! ✶ space travel

phase when i really wanted to be an astronaut. i had just read project hail mary and thought that the astrophage were dope. and i desperately wanted to escape our solar system. this was basically a waiting room. i scripted that i just drifted between outposts and journaled. incredibly chill. the ship i drove was an old green hunk of junk shaped like a scarab beetle called a "sunbug".

who is she . . . ? i was a green, half human/alien who could photosynthesize. a spaceship mechanic with a pet raccoon named beetle. i was an orphan, obviously, with a military past, duh. i think i just really want a tail in general, because i still lowkey script one in almost every dr.

do i dazzle you ? ✶ twilight saga

im literally bella swan. like she's just literally me. that's always been the case. im legitamately an avid twilight scholar, i know all of the lore. no one truly understands it like i do. i love it all. not even in an ironic way like genuinely. and i wanted that freak discoball so bad.

who is she . . . ? i replaced bella. i divorced my parents (foreshadowing...). and i love my baby renesmee. MY SHAYLAAA.

breathe out / so i can breathe you in ✶ firebug dr

original firebug dr was actually a fever dream. it was a better cr that i heavily fixated on throughout freshman year of high school. it took place in a major, quite historical city on the east coast, except i scripted near constant cosmic peril to befall us. dark, grungy, thrilling, inspired by the batman (because that movie literally altered the culture, 2022 was crazy). this is what my currently current superhero dr is based on. scripted my hallway crush wanted to talk to me and that i never fell over when a public bus moved.

who is she . . . ? sarafina graham. the firebug. pyrokinetic. pit fighter. annoying smartass. biochemistry prodigy. fourteen year old girl. oooh good times, bad bad nostalgia.

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[blacksapphirecookies]

ɪꜰ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄʀᴜᴍʙʟᴇ | ᴄʜ﹒3 - ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴘ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ?

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ :: ᴀɴ ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴀᴜ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇᴀꜱᴛ ʏᴇᴀꜱᴛ ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇ 8 ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴍɪʟᴋ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜰʟᴇᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴘᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴀɴᴅʏ ᴀᴘᴘʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ꜱᴀᴘᴘʜɪʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛꜱ ᴘᴜʀᴇ ᴠᴀɴɪʟʟᴀ'ꜱ ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ.

ᴏᴠᴇʀᴠɪᴇᴡ + ᴄ / ᴡ :: ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ & ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ᴅɪᴠᴇʀɢᴇɴᴄᴇ, ʜᴇ / ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ / ɪᴛꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴍɪʟᴋ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ , ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ᴅᴇꜱᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ, ᴠᴀɴɪʟʟᴀ ᴍɪʟᴋꜱʜᴀᴋᴇ ( ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴍɪʟᴋ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ / ᴘᴜʀᴇ ᴠᴀɴɪʟʟᴀ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ ), ʀᴇᴅᴇᴍᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀʀᴄ, ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ & ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜʟᴇꜱꜱ ʀᴇᴄʟᴜꜱᴇ, ᴘᴏꜱᴛ-ʙᴇᴀꜱᴛ ʏᴇᴀꜱᴛ ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇ 8, ᴘʀᴇ-ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛᴇᴅ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴍɪʟᴋ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ, ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴄᴀɴᴅʏ ᴀᴘᴘʟᴇ / ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴍɪʟᴋ, ɴᴏ ʙᴇᴛᴀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ || ɴᴇxᴛ || ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

The sounds of shoes tapping against the dark blue marble stairs echoed throughout the Spire of Knowledge, their footsteps gradually getting louder as they made their way down to the first level of the spire. 

The place that once felt like a prison of his own guilt for Pure Vanilla Cookie had turned into a place of familiarity, looking around at the ornate artwork and delicate decorations that adorned every surface. 

He couldn’t help but admire the way the soft light from the crystal chandeliers danced across the ancient stone walls, casting intricate shadows that seemed to whisper with the passage of time.

Though the Spire was once a place of torment, a reminder of the mistakes and burdens he carried, it now felt different. 

Calmer. As if the ghosts of his past were gradually fading into the background, no longer holding him in place. It wasn’t that they were gone, but the weight had definitely lessened. 

Every corner he passed now seemed to hold a memory, not of pain, but of growth, of acceptance, and of the friends who had helped him along the way.

The others followed behind him in varied silence.

GingerBrave was talking about what White Lily Cookie might’ve been doing while they were gone back at the Faerie Kingdom with Strawberry Cookie, while Wizard Cookie’s eyes were scanning every corner for magical relics, his mind constantly working on the possibilities the spire held. 

Shadow Milk hovered alongside Pure Vanilla, his legs already feeling like they were going to crumble off due to the vast amount of turns and flights of stairs they’ve taken. It was supprising to most and if not all of them. 

The Beast of Deceit, normally so smooth and effortless in his movements, now appeared to be almost. . exhausted? For once, his exaggerated swagger was gone, replaced by a slight slump as he dragged his feet, muttering under his breath.

It didn’t make it any better with how he had practically used up a large sum of his power during his fights with Pure Vanilla, causing the Beast of Deceit to be even more fatigued.

“ Ugh. . Why did I make this place so ridiculously big? " he grumbled, his voice dripping with exasperation. " I could’ve just used one or two flights of stairs. But, noo! I had to go all out with this endless maze. ” 

He dramatically lifted a hand toward the towering walls as if the structure itself was the source of his pain. “ Who needs all this fancy design anyway? I should’ve just thrown in a few ladders and called it a day! ”

His complaints echoed around them, causing GingerBrave and his friends to look at the cookie’s hair in confusion.  It wasn’t the usual sharp, devious laughter they were accustomed to. No, it was a bizarre sight. 

For a moment, the Beast of Deceit seemed like nothing more than a tired, grumpy cookie, complaining about the mundane inconvenience of a grand structure he’d created.

His ridiculous antics and twisted humor were still there, but this new version of Shadow Milk Cookie left them in a strange kind of pause.

Hell, the beast had been even more of a loose cannon ever since he had accepted Pure Vanilla Cookie’s request of being redeemed. 

“ Just. . give me a break, ” Shadow Milk muttered, more to himself than anyone else. His grin, usually so wicked and teasing, was noticeably absent, replaced by an almost pouty scroll, his light blue teeth being visible. 

Pure Vanilla noticed the change in Shadow Milk’s demeanor, but he said nothing. He simply continued along the path toward the main floor of the spire, his steps steady and composed. 

The others were still caught in the awkward tension, unsure whether to engage or to let the Beast of Deceit stew in his frustration. Even Black Sapphire and Candy Apple, usually so quick to jump in with snark or an order, remained silent for once.

For Shadow Milk, this quiet, almost subdued version of himself felt foreign. He was used to being the unpredictable storm in the room, the joker who stirred chaos for the sake of amusement. 

Now, with this strange sense of vulnerability creeping into his movements, it was as if the pieces of his usual persona were crumbling away, one by one.

“ I never should’ve agreed to this redemption nonsense, ” Shadow Milk continued, his words almost to himself, though he could feel the eyes of everyone around him.

“ Not only does it require me to act all decent, but it’s just so boring. I’m starting to understand why Burning Spice— ” His speech grew into undecipherable grumbles.

His voice, though still dripping with that signature edge of sarcasm, lacked its usual bite. The beast was restless, a prisoner to his own transformation—still unable to fully embrace the concept of change but also clearly conflicted about pushing it away. 

His scowl turned into an aggravated frown when he felt the gaze of three cookies—GingerBrave, Strawberry Cookie, and Wizard Cookie—burning into the back of his head. The weight of their stares made him even more irritable.

His pace had slowed down, causing Pure Vanilla to slow his pace down as well, opening his eyes so he could try and catch a faint glimpse of what could’ve agitated the Beast Cookie. 

As GingerBrave stared at Shadow Milk’s long blue hair, he had begun to notice that the middle of one of the split tendrils that he considered as hair was beginning to have a portal form on its jelly surface, flickering slightly before a large blue eye appeared. 

The eye was identical to one of the eyes that decorated the inside of his hair, but they never knew he could add more onto the rest of it. However, the things this cookie did would always manage to surprise everyone. 

The eye blinked once, twice, as if it were studying the group, before it slowly began to open wider, revealing a deep, glowing abyss that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. The sight was both mesmerizing and unsettling, casting an eerie glow on the walls of the spire.

“ Got a staring problem back there or something? “

Shadow Milk’s voice cut through the air like a blade, dripping with amusement but carrying an unmistakable edge of irritation. 

The eye blinked once more, its eerie glow casting shifting shadows on the floor as it focused directly on GingerBrave, Strawberry Cookie, and Wizard Cookie—who all flinched at the same time.

GingerBrave took an instinctive step back, holding up his hands. “ Uh, no! No problem at all! ”

“ Oh really? ” Shadow Milk drawled, his usual grin creeping back onto his face. “ Because from the way you three were boring holes into the back of my head, I had to assume you wanted a closer look. ”

The eye widened comically, tilting slightly as if it were raising an eyebrow at them. Wizard Cookie adjusted his glasses, looking both intrigued and horrified. “ That. . that wasn’t there before. ”

“ We got a smart one out in the audience, don’t we? ” Shadow Milk was obviously being sarcastic, slightly amused at the brave cookie’s observation, crossing his arms.

“ But since you all couldn’t keep your little eyes to yourselves, I figured I’d return the favor. Fair’s fair, right? ” He chuckled darkly, his sharp teeth glinting in the dim light of the spire.

Strawberry Cookie hid behind GingerBrave, peeking out nervously. “ Can. . can you make it go away? ”

Before Shadow Milk Cookie could taunt and tease the group of low-level cookies, Pure Vanilla had chosen to finally step in and address the situation with a calm but firm voice. 

His soft footsteps were almost drowned out by the lingering tension in the air as he gently placed a hand on Shadow Milk’s shoulder, pulling his attention away from the teasing.

“ Shadow Milk Cookie, that’s enough, ” Pure Vanilla said, his tone both soothing and commanding, a reminder of the leadership he had regained in recent days.

Shadow Milk’s eyes flickered briefly toward Pure Vanilla, the playful malice fading for just a moment. There was something almost vulnerable in his gaze, as though Pure Vanilla’s presence was both a comfort and a reminder of the changes he was resisting. 

As much as he wanted to rebel, he couldn’t help but let the brief moment of calmness settle within him. With a dramatic sigh, Shadow Milk waved his hand, causing the eye to disappear with a quick flick of his wrist.

“ Geez, fine. But I don’t see why we can’t just teleport out of here already, ” Shadow Milk grumbled, his voice tinged with frustration. “ You all are walking so slowly. I could just zap us straight to the Faerie Kingdom, save us all a ton of time, and maybe I wouldn’t have to keep trudging up and down these ridiculously long stairs. Just think about it! A nice, quick hop, and we’re done with this entire trek. ”

GingerBrave, still a little wary of Shadow Milk’s unpredictable mood swings, glanced nervously at the others while Wizard Cookie muttered something about never trusting anything that could ‘ zap ‘ you out of sight.

But Pure Vanilla, who had been walking quietly beside Shadow Milk, suddenly halted. He turned slightly, locking eyes with the Beast of Deceit. His gaze was calm, steady—almost too steady, but there was a firmness in it that brooked no argument.

“ You’re not teleporting anyone anywhere, ” Pure Vanilla said, his voice even but firm. “ You’ve already used up a large portion of your magic fighting me, Shadow Milk. And I know you’re still trying to hold onto whatever energy you have left. Trying to teleport us all like that could drain you even further, and then what? We’d be stuck in the middle of nowhere with you on the brink of collapse. ”

Shadow Milk's playful grin faltered for a moment. His eyes narrowed, and the usual cocky swagger was missing as his irritation flared. “ Come on, you know the answer to that. . ”

Pure Vanilla shook his head, his calm expression unwavering. “ No, i don’t. You’re not invincible. And I’m not about to let you exhaust yourself any further just because you’re impatient. ”

Shadow Milk opened his mouth to retort, but his words caught in his throat as he realized the truth behind Pure Vanilla’s words. There was no denying it. 

He was already stretched thin, and he had been using his energy recklessly ever since the fight with Pure Vanilla. Even the strange eye on the back of his head, which had been flickering ominously, was another sign that his powers were unstable—stretching the limits of what he could control.

“ Fine, ” Shadow Milk muttered, his usual defiance now softened by a hint of reluctant agreement. His arms crossed tightly over his chest, but his pout was almost comically exaggerated. 

“ You always have to be the responsible one, don’t you? Ruining all my fun. “ He glanced sideways at Pure Vanilla, his sharp grin returning, but there was a hint of something else lurking behind his eyes—something just a little softer than usual.

Pure Vanilla couldn’t help but chuckle softly at Shadow Milk's antics, though the amusement in his eyes was tempered by the concern he felt. “ I’m just trying to keep you from collapsing in front of us. I’m sure your fun would be a lot less fun if you were face-first in the dirt. ”

“ Oh please, ” Shadow Milk scoffed, dramatically rolling his eyes. “ I’d be fine! I’ve always been fine! I can handle a little exhaustion. Just like I can handle you, Vanilly. ”

Pure Vanilla raised an eyebrow, the faintest trace of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “ And yet, here you are, complaining about stairs. . ”

Shadow Milk’s eyes narrowed, but there was a brief flicker of something that looked almost like embarrassment—or maybe it was irritation at being so carefully watched. 

“ It’s just. . so boring, ” he grumbled, looking away and kicking a pebble down the stairs in frustration. “ If I had the energy, I’d drag us all straight there in a matter of seconds. But noooo, you’ve got to play the hero again. ”

“ I’m not playing anything, Shadow Milk, ” Pure Vanilla replied, his voice gentle but still firm. “ I’m just looking out for you. For all of us. ”

The Beast of Deceit scoffed, trying to wave off the sentiment, but there was no denying the slight softness in his expression. He hated it. Hated feeling vulnerable, hated being cared for, even if it was just a little. 

But damn it, he couldn’t quite stop the way Pure Vanilla’s calm words seemed to settle deep in his chest, where he didn’t want them.

“ You’re impossible, ” Shadow Milk muttered, his hand gripping his staff harder in frustration. “ Why do you always do this? You just have to be the one with all the answers, huh? ”

“ Like i’ve mentioned previously, I’m not trying to be the answer to everything, ” Pure Vanilla said, his voice warmer now, though still carrying that steady authority. He turned to face Shadow Milk fully, his gaze softening just a bit. “ I just care about you. I want you to be okay. Even if you can’t admit it. ”

Shadow Milk’s eyes widened for just a split second, and for once, his usual sharp wit faltered. “ Oh, come on, ” he sneered, his voice more defensive than he intended. “ I’m fine, alright? Don’t go getting all sappy on me now. I’ve got enough feelings from the last few fights to last a lifetime. ”

This comment made Black Sapphire and Candy Apple Cookie exchange quick glances, their expressions contrasting sharply. While Black Sapphire’s lips twitched upward, clearly amused by the whole scene, Candy Apple was visibly bristling, her face twisted in a mixture of jealousy and discomfort.

“ What does he mean by that?! ” Candy Apple whined, her voice high-pitched with irritation. “ Why does he get all the attention? It’s always Pure Vanilla this and Pure Vanilla that! Does he not see how hard I work for him? Why is it always him that gets to— ”

Before Candy Apple could finish her tirade, Black Sapphire quickly placed a hand over her mouth, his cold eyes locking onto her. The warning was clear: speak out of turn again, and there’d be consequences.

“ I suggest you keep quiet before you manage to get yourself into any more trouble. ” Black Sapphire hissed in a low, controlled tone, his grip firm on Candy Apple’s mouth. She could already feel the tension in the air shift, knowing that Shadow Milk was not someone to anger. 

The last thing either of them needed was to give their master a reason to take out his frustrations on them.

Candy Apple struggled briefly but quickly realized she wasn’t going to win this fight. She pouted, her eyes flashing with annoyance, but she stayed silent. Black Sapphire shot her a pointed glare before releasing his hold, making sure his presence didn’t draw any more attention.

Shadow Milk, who had been looking away in his typical way of avoiding the attention that Pure Vanilla’s calm words seemed to draw, now turned his head to notice the two servants’ silent exchange. His sharp eyes flicked briefly to Candy Apple, his lips curling into that familiar, sadistic grin.

“ Is there something you'd like to add, Candy Apple Cookie? ” Shadow Milk’s voice was smooth, almost playful, but there was an edge of warning underneath. 

Candy Apple quickly glanced at Black Sapphire, her face flushed with embarrassment. “ N-no, Master! ” she stammered, avoiding eye contact with the Beast of Deceit. “ Nothing at all. ”

“ Good. ” Shadow Milk returned his gaze to Pure Vanilla, his tone sharp again, as if he hadn’t just been momentarily rattled. “ Now, where were we? ”

Black Sapphire simply raised an eyebrow, amused by the sudden shift in mood, but said nothing. The tension was thick, but now it was a dangerous game. 

Even if the others weren’t paying attention, he knew they had to keep things from spiraling out of control—especially with their master so clearly agitated.

Pure Vanilla, sensing the slight disturbance, glanced toward Shadow Milk, his eyes unreadable. He didn’t let the brief interruption deter him, though the tension between the cookies was thick enough to cut through.

“ If you're quite finished, ” Pure Vanilla said softly, his gaze flicking between Candy Apple and Shadow Milk, “ we should continue. The Spire’s a long walk, and we have a lot ahead of us. ”

Shadow Milk didn’t answer immediately, but his lips twitched at the corners in a sardonic smirk, clearly ready to pick up where they’d left off—but for now, he held back, his focus still very much on Pure Vanilla.

The room grew quiet again, but that strange undercurrent of unspoken words lingered in the air.

Black Sapphire, meanwhile, couldn’t help but wonder just how long this game between Pure Vanilla and her master would continue and how long she’d have to keep Candy Apple in check.

Candy Apple couldn't help but glare at Pure Vanilla Cookie, causing GingerBrave and his friends to look at her. With them not having a good history with the false faerie down to her act of disrespect to one of their friends, they weren’t as happy.

Pure Vanilla raised an eyebrow, noticing Candy Apple’s glare. He didn’t need to ask to know that it was directed at him, but he chose to ignore it for the moment. Instead, he turned his attention back to Shadow Milk, who was clearly enjoying the chaos.

The grin on Shadow Milk’s face remained, but there was something more hidden beneath the usual teasing—something that hinted at a deeper, more complicated emotion.

The way Shadow Milk's tone shifted from sarcastic to playful made it almost impossible to tell if he was truly annoyed or just playing along. But Pure Vanilla knew better. He could see through the façade.

Candy Apple, still fuming in silence, couldn’t stop glaring at Pure Vanilla. Her jealousy was palpable, but she quickly hid it when she noticed GingerBrave and the others looking in her direction. 

She wasn’t about to let them see how much this bothered her—especially not in front of him. She turned her head, pointing her attention to Pure Vanilla’s group of friends, her arms crossed.

“ Ugh, really? Why does it always have to be you two? ” Candy Apple Cookie whined, her voice whiny and dripping with frustration as she glared at Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk. 

“ It’s always you and him together. .why does he always get all the attention? I’m the one who’s supposed to be by your side, Master! ” She threw her arms out dramatically, pouting and looking up at Shadow Milk as if expecting some kind of validation.

Black Sapphire’s grip on his radio staff tightened, his sly expression changed into one of annoyance, understanding that he couldn’t stop Candy Apple from saying something that would get them both in trouble.

She shuffled closer to him, her bright red eyes practically sparkling with admiration and affection.

“ You know you’re the only one who really matters, right? I mean, who else could possibly handle you like I do? I’m your best servant, your most loyal follower. Just look at me, Shadow Milk! ” She fluttered her eyelashes at him, a love-dopey grin plastered on her face, clearly lost in her own admiration.

Shadow Milk Cookie, visibly irritated, clenched his teeth, his usual smirk twisting into a grimace. " Eh—this again? " His patience was clearly running thin, but he couldn’t help the tiny bit of amusement in his eyes as he glanced at her.

The over-the-top dramatics weren’t exactly unexpected from her, and part of him found it. . almost endearing.

Candy Apple, undeterred, continued, “ You know I’m always here for you, Master. I could never leave your side, not for a second. ” She batted her lashes again, practically sparkling with affection as she gazed adoringly up at him, completely oblivious to the others around her.

Shadow Milk’s eye twitched in annoyance. He was so done with this, and if there was one thing he knew could shut her up, it was a little bit of his usual antics. He raised his hand dramatically, giving Candy Apple the attention she craved for all the wrong reasons.

" Yeah. . Let’s just— “ Shadow Milk sighed, clapping his hands sharply. The sound echoed in the room, and in an instant, Candy Apple froze, her form glowing briefly before she was sucked back into her card with a pop.

The card floated in mid-air, its edges glowing faintly with magic.

The entire room fell into an awkward silence before a figure stepped forward, a calm yet somewhat theatrical sigh escaping their lips. Black Sapphire Cookie, standing at the perfect angle to catch the card, held out his hand, effortlessly snatching it midair.

He gazed at the card in his hand, clearly exasperated. “ Master, must you always make such a show of things? ” he sighed dramatically, the weight of his sigh feeling almost like a grand performance.

He glanced up at Shadow Milk with a raised brow, waiting for him to respond, though her tone wasn’t angry—it was just the sort of resigned, almost amused annoyance that came from working under him for so long.

Shadow Milk merely shrugged, unfazed by the drama. “ What can I say? It’s the price you pay for having me around. Not my fault if she doesn’t know when to zip it. ” He ran a hand through his hair, turning his gaze to Pure Vanilla briefly, then back to Black Sapphire. “ She’ll be fine in there for a while, by the way. You know, cause my powers are all iffy. “ 

The purple-toned cookie knew that wasn’t fully the case. He just didn’t want to deal with Candy Apple’s constant mission to try and please him, especially with what he had on his plate at the current moment.

Black Sapphire shook his head slightly, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “ Of course, Master, ” he muttered dryly. His voice softened as he added, “ Just. . try not to break her next time. I’m the one who’s got to deal with her after all. ”

“ I’ll try, ” Shadow Milk said, his voice turning teasing as he looked at Pure Vanilla. “ But no promises, alright? ” He then sent a mischievous smirk Pure Vanilla’s way, still playfully defiant, though a bit of the tension from their earlier exchange seemed to have eased. Candy Apple’s whiny voice still echoed faintly from the card, but it was muffled and distant now.

At least for the moment, the atmosphere had shifted back into their usual dynamic—one that teetered between chaos and strange affection.

Within the span of a couple of minutes, the group finally made it to the main floor of the spire. The eerie glow of the structure cast long, distorted shadows on the walls, and for once, there was a moment of relative quiet.

Shadow Milk had managed to keep up with his usual bravado for most of the journey, but the second his boots touched solid ground, he wobbled. His usual smug posture faltered, and without much of a warning, his body gave in.

With a dramatic groan, he muttered, “ Go. . figure, ” before his knees buckled, and he crumpled forward.

Black Sapphire, who had already been keeping an eye on him, reacted instantly. He moved swiftly, catching him just before he hit the floor. “  Master, you really do overdo it, ” he said, his voice somewhere between exasperation and amusement as she held him upright.

As Shadow Milk sagged against him, his weight heavier than expected due to sheer exhaustion, he clicked his tongue. “ You can be. .ridiculous sometimes, Master.  ” Despite the complaint, there was a softness to his words, as if he was used to this. Black Sapphire supported him with ease, though it was clear even he wasn’t thrilled about carrying him for long.

And then, because things always had to be inconvenient, Candy Apple’s card twitched. A faint glowing pulse rippled across its surface before, with a loud pop, the red-suited cookie burst out of it, landing on her feet with a flourish.

The second she saw Shadow Milk unconscious, her eyes widened, and she let out the most dramatic gasp. 

“ MASTER! ”  she shrieked, throwing herself toward him as if he’d just been struck down in the middle of battle. “ This can’t be happening! My beloved, my powerful, my undefeatable Master—oh, how cruel fate is to take you from me like this! ”

She was already mid-swoon, ready to drape herself over him, when Black Sapphire smoothly stepped to the side, letting Candy Apple crash onto the ground with an unceremonious thud.

She groaned, rubbing her head. “ Owww! That was so uncalled for! ”

Black Sapphire only let out a dramatic sigh, adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves before glancing at Pure Vanilla. “ Would you mind carrying him? I think it's best if i keep. . you know occupied before she manages to get herself into any more trouble. " He asked, shifting Shadow Milk slightly so that he was easier to carry.

Pure Vanilla, who had already stepped forward the moment Shadow Milk had collapsed, nodded without hesitation. “ Of course. I've got him. ”

Black Sapphire let go, and in one smooth motion, Pure Vanilla caught the unconscious beast in his arms. Shadow Milk’s head lolled slightly, his hair spilling over Pure Vanilla’s shoulder, his expression eerily peaceful despite everything.

“ Seriously? ” Wizard Cookie mumbled, adjusting his scarf as he watched the scene unfold. “ We’re just letting this happen? ”

GingerBrave, looking equally stunned, just sighed. “ At this point? Yeah. We are. ”

Black Sapphire exhaled sharply through his nose, tilting his head back in exasperation. “ Candy Apple, ” he started, his voice slow and deliberate, “ For the record, I would love to let you handle this, truly. But do you remember the last time Master was even slightly off-balance?  ”

Candy Apple’s pout deepened, her eyes darting away. “ . . That was one time. ”

“ One time too many, ” Black Sapphire muttered, rubbing his temple. “ I’m not catching him again because you got too excited and tripped over your own feet. ”

Pure Vanilla, meanwhile, adjusted his grip on Shadow Milk, making sure the exhausted beast wasn’t jostled too much. Shadow Milk, still slumped in his arms, let out a faint groan, his usual sharp wit dulled by exhaustion.

“ Y’know, ” he muttered weakly, looking up at Pure Vanilla Cookie with a dopey smile, “ I should be making some kind of snarky comment right now. . . but I’m just gonna. . ” His sentence trailed off as his head lolled slightly against Pure Vanilla’s shoulder.

Pure Vanilla sighed, his golden glow getting brighter around him, “ That’s a first. ”

Candy Apple, still fuming, stomped over and pointed a dramatic finger at Pure Vanilla. “ Fine! But only for now! ” she huffed. “ I will personally make sure Master Shadow Milk Cookie is properly pampered when he wakes up! ”

“ Sure you will, ” Black Sapphire said dryly, already flicking the queen card that Shadow Milk has used on Candy Apple Cookie back into his grasp just in case he needed to shove her inside it again.

[prettyarson]

You Wouldn’t

featuring: fae!scaramouche x human!reader

cw/tw: bully!scara, hair pulling, crying, faeries pull tricks

synopsis: the faerie world is no place for a human to be

notes: honestly, i’ve been reading the folk of the air series by holly black and just couldn’t get it out of my mind bye

—

You mentally cursed yourself. You always found yourself in this situation.

Bound on the dirt ground, snickers and laughter echoed through the forest dome. The berries around your neck did little protecting to the faeries’s tricks and jokes. And you always found yourself as the punchline.

Being a human in the fae world was full of beautiful, lavishing danger. You knew this world was no good for you; the glamour, the beauty, and the intoxicating pull that keeps you close. You were vulnerable to all of it. And yet, you couldn’t stay away. It was so intoxicating, addicting.

“The dirt fits you.” A dashingly, devious voice spoke, laughter bubbling in his throat, “After all, it’s where your kind are born to end.”

Looking up through your lashes, you drowned in indigo hues. Scaramouche was the most gorgeous faerie that you ever laid your mortal eyes upon. Pearly, iridescent fangs taunted into a smirk that paired perfectly with the rioting look in his eyes.

Ever since you stumbled upon the faerie world —who would have guessed that stump would move?— his undying attention was sewn into messing with you. Most of his tricks were harmless, but he always had a sharp tongue. His words, edged like knives, were his worst weapons against you.

But you never faltered. Your eyes only turned into a glare as you stared up at him. You slowly lifted yourself until you were sitting comfortably. Then you dusted yourself off, purposely tossing the grains towards his shoes.

“Actually, all of my family is cremated.” You tsked, keeping your deep gaze to the fae before you.

His smirk fell, tying and twisting into a scowl. You always seemed to get on his nerves. You always seemed to slither below his skin. And he let you.

“Would you like me to reunite you?” He scoffed, taking a few small steps towards you.

You used to flinch. You used to cower away. You used to stumble over your feet at you ran away.

But not anymore. You stood your ground.

Pushing yourself up from the dirt, fist clenched, you remained eye contact.

“You wouldn’t dare.” You sneered, taking a few steps to match his. “You don’t have it in you to kill me.” You hoped you were right.

There was a flash in his eyes before he closed the distance, chests pressed together. Scaramouche’s hand flew towards your hair and grabbed a handful, tugging harshly. A hiss of pain pried your lips open.

“Just look at you.” He cooed, “I could crush your mortal head with just one squeeze.”

Tears pooled at the corners of your eyes, the pain growing with each tug of a strand connected to your scalp. You hoped he couldn’t feel your body trembling against his.

But he could.

The fear your face morphed into had his movements vaulting. There was a hitch of his breath as a race of tears battled down your cheeks. Within a breath, his grip on your hair vanished.

You felt your head lull forward as the locks fell back into place. Shock consumed you, swallowing you whole. You dared not to look back at the fae, but temptation was a dastardly thing.

Peeking through your thoughts, you scanned the devious fae. His eyes were wide, filled with confusion and shock, but only for a brief moment.

“W-What are you crying for, ya baby?” He choked out, quickly taking a few steps back and crossing his arms. He wouldn’t look at you.

You were quick to defend yourself as you jumped up, “I’m not crying!”

He didn’t reply. Instead, he reached inside of his pocket and withdrew a lilac handkerchief. Scaramouche outstretched it towards you, a creeping blush rampaging his pointed ears and graceful cheeks.

He cleared his throat and spared you a quick glance.

“Clean yourself up.”

Once you didn’t reach to take the soft fabric, he lightly placed it atop your head. Heat engulfed your cheekbones into flames and you couldn’t help the way your eyes followed his movements in wonder.

Your fingers grasped the handkerchief tightly and hugged it to your chest. He watched you expectantly, waiting. Then slowly, you lifted it towards your face and lightly brushed the dried up tears.

Satisfied, he turned and began to descent further into the forest. Footsteps echoed through your ears as he crunches through leafs and branches. And you just watched him leave, holding tightly onto the handkerchief.

[serenescribe]

another ficlet idea: lilia and silver bonding together in the secret garden au \o/ are they playing a game? chatting together? ill leave that one up to you!

[✐] ficlet frenzy

“Regardless of whether you may be ready or not… here I come, little one!”

He stifles a giggle by pressing his palm against his lips, back pressed against the rough expanse of bark and moss. Silver is hiding, nestled behind a particularly ancient tree with roots so monstrously large that they tangle together into dips and crannies he can hide within. He can feel his heart thumping in his chest, the adrenaline of the game seizing hold of him, but there is no real fear there, only anticipation.

It is yet another day in this secret, wonderful garden he stumbled upon in the woods. His refuge, his little paradise away from the orphanage. It isn’t as though he hates it there; his friends are nice, and he loves to play with them, and some of the adults are kind enough to sneak him a few extra treats, or a gift or two. But here, tucked away within the rounded stone walls of a secret garden, is something special — an earthly paradise of the most beautiful flora and fauna, and a friend who smiles at him and plays with him — all his, all for Silver alone.

They’re playing hide and seek again. They’ve played it many times before. But no matter how many times they do it, there’s always somewhere new to hide. Silver always discovers new spots to tuck his tiny body away in, peering out from the wispy leaves of the trees, or ducking his head as his friend peers through a crack in a wall that he’s hiding within. In this little garden, this special place, there is always something new — and can anyone really blame Silver for wanting to come here again and again, whisking himself away into a wondrous world of his fantasies made real?

He holds his breath, eyes wide as he hears a faint thumping of footsteps go by. He must’ve gotten distracted; is his friend close by?

Silver’s friend is… how can he describe him? He doesn’t have a name for him, always referring to him as mister, but he is kind to him, always welcoming him in with a fang-toothed smile, his long black-and-red hair swaying behind him in gentle breezes of springtime wind. He presses sweet treats into Silver’s hands, swings him around merrily into a dance, and plays game after game with him before they collapse into rambling chatters of anything and everything that’s on Silver’s mind.

Silver loves his friend. He really does!

And yet, there is a line he dares not cross.

Beware of the faeries, the adults have always told them. Those of the orphanage are more superstitious than most, having experienced strange activity in the woods time and time again in spite of the modern era they all live in. For as long as Silver can remember, he has been taught painstakingly about how to deal with strange, beautiful people, those who wish to lure him away. Be polite to them, reject their food, and above all else, do not give away your name.

It’s the reason why his friend calls him child and little one, affectionately referring to him as dear. It’s the reason Silver carefully puts aside the ripe fruits and sugary treats he receives, always claiming that he isn’t hungry, and always making sure to eat before he comes so he isn’t telling a lie.

And yet, in spite of all the dangers, he keeps coming back.

“Found you!”

He squeaks as a shadow falls over him, two glinting red eyes peering down at him. His friend grins cheekily, before reaching down to scoop Silver up, lithe limbs betraying a supernatural sort of strength. “What a devious hiding spot,” he teases, “to take advantage of your small statue and hide amidst the roots of the trees! You grow better at this every day, dear.”

Silver squirms slightly, though he leans into the hold soon enough. His friend smells nice, like fresh forest pines and sweet fruits mingling together into something that clings to his nose. Everything about him just brings such an ease to Silver, a happiness he could have never possibly dreamt of.

(And yet, he still hesitates. He still notices the unnatural swiftness of his friend’s movements, the otherworldly beauty that drapes off of him, the way the garden seems to shift day after day, growing and twisting at an otherwise impossible pace.

There is a tinge of iron that clings to his scent.

Silver is happy here. He is safe. But—)

“You must be thirsty after all that hiding.” He feels himself being placed down onto a soft patch of grass. Silver watches as his friend pulls out an elegant little leaf cup out of nowhere, filled with something glistening and shimmering, with a scent that makes his mouth water. “Why not quench your thirst, hm?”

(Does he trust his friend?)

Silver blinks at the drink offered to him.

And then he smiles.

“Thank you for the offer, but… it’s alright!”

[theapatheticflour]

*First egg cookie teleports to the where the stone statue of mystic flour is*

first egg cookie: *chuckles* oh how the mighty as fallen. To think that you were a powerful and mighty beast cookie, only to turn to stone at the hands of Elder Faerie Cookie. You know it’ll be a real shame that the other beast cookies would be sealed. *smiles wickedly* But don’t worry I’ll take of your daughter, kouign amann cookie. And maybe when I’m feeling generous, I’ll free you from your Stoney prison. Now if you excuse I’ll be heading back to my lair to watch the other beast cookies get sealed. And then when all of the beast are sealed, I shall daughter and other children of the beast cookies to my lair and train them to become my minions. Until then I’ll see you soon.

*first egg cookie teleports away, back to her lair, while first sprinkle cookie, first cream cookie, first choco cookie, and first grain cookie teleports to the stone statue of mystic flour*

first cream: I can’t believe Elder Faerie Cookie would do such horrible thing to some one like her.

first grain cookie: yeah we only just wanted to seal them in a prison like place so that they can still move around, breath, and think. But I cannot believe, Elder Faerie Cookie would try to turn her into stone. This is downright awful.

first choco cookie: I am fine with just jailing the beast cookies so that they would have time to think about what they’ve done. But this is truly inhumane and absolutely twisted of what Elder Faerie Cookie has done.

first sprinkle cookie: this is absolute cruelty! I cannot believe Elder Faerie Cookie would do such thing. This is almost like how everyone treated me, the performers, and the animals back at my old circus. No way am I going to stand for this!

First cream cookie: All I truly ever wanted was to redeem the beast cookies and their children so that they can live happy lives. But it looks like things at going to become tougher than it seems.

*first sighs only to realize something*

first cream cookie: Oh no…

first grain cookie: what is it first cream?

First cream: elder faerie cookie is going to seal the other beast cookies away. If we don’t stop him, first egg can kidnap the beast children and use them in her devious plans. She’ll also state the stone statues of the five beast cookies and recruit the beast when she frees them from their statue like forms.

First choco cookie: then we’ll have to stop elder faerie cookie before things get out of hand.

First Sprinkle cookie: and hopefully we can redeem the beast cookies and their children and finally allow them to live happily among the cookies of earthbread.

first grain cookie: Should we free mystic flour from her stone like form?

First cream cookie: as soon as we get everything situated then we can help free mystic flour. Now come on let’s find a way to fix this mess before it gets worse.

*first sprinkle cookie, first cream cookie, first choco cookie, and first grain cookie teleports away back to the first island to figure out a way to help fix the mess earthbread is in*

..............................

*sighs*

They dont know I can hear them, dont they?

((extra fact: she can hear her surroundings))

[bananacakepie]

Faeries are seriously such gossips. When he knew Mark’s name, I was like, well, maybe Mark is kinda famous and everyone knows about his mom. He and Helen are the only half-shadowhunter half-faeries out there. (By this I mean one parent who was a Faerie who lived in Faerieland and one parent who was an active Shadowhunter.) But then he name dropped Emma. News travels fast.

Also, “we are seducers, not bullies”? That’s absolutely in line with what Arthur had been warning about- are there no better paths to Faerie other than this? He’s (1.) stealing stuff that’s important to them, and very-one-of-a-kind that has personal connections, and (2.) he’s trying to convince them to go somewhere that they clearly already want to go, so they just look extremely “stricken”, and (3.) he’s preventing them from talking to each other about it. He’s messing with them

Everyone: Gee, the pouka sucks.

Arthur, if he were there: Wow, if only someone had warned you about how devious the Fae are. If only you could look at someone who had a very bad experience with them as a cautionary tale. If only you had listened to me you little pipsqueeks.

[aghastro]

A fresh coat of paint for some bugs o mine.

Their names are Harfee and Ocho, two faery folk of the bug variety. Harfee, a devious shield bug, has dreams of riches and luxury and will do anything to achieve them. Her "best" "friend" Ocho is a timid roach who's role in life seems to be "there for the ride :("

The faeries in this setting (Lorrel) all wear magical, emotive masks because of an ancient superstition. Realistically, they would not take them off unless something very bad has happened...

I only ever drew these two maskless when I first designed them in 2015, so it felt alright to let them get a little sunshine on their faces again. I'm fond of their eyelash antennae and little face feathers :)

The main updates to their designs were fine tuning of their faces and masks, but I didn't post the former and barely posted the latter, so this basically means nothing. Ocho didn't used to have the club mouth, Harfees masks eyes were a little weirder.

Honestly I still kind of hate Ochos prosthetic- it's supposed to be huge because it wasn't in-universe designed for her, but the design is clunky and hard to draw.. she keeps it clutched around her shoulder because it'll drag along the ground otherwise, so I need to tweak it so it's easy to depict again and again

Blabla that's all I think? I like the. And of course their magic friendship bracelets let's them fuse together into a giant bug named Honcho, as you do.

[ivys-garden]

OK, so (dam I say that alot) False won the Poll for most wanted Lifer, but I've been thinking

What would it be like if she was there from the start?

3rd Life - She probably just stays out of any teams, like most people in 3rd life. At some point though I imagine she'd join Dogwarts, fighting with them when the war starts. I don't imagine she'd win in this season just due to the fact no one knew what to expect this season to be at the time.

Last Life - due to the boogie man and all the traps around the server it's likely that False would be Overly paranoid for most of the season, her pillars of safety would be all over the world (a Boogie Man would probably fishing rod her off one at some point). I imagine she'd probably end up joining the Faerie Fort, probably having a rivalry with Cleo when they leave (or maybe B kills False instead of Cleo and the Faerie Fort stays together until the end, unlikely, but possible) I could see it going either way for False winning this season, she'd definitely be more prepared but she'd also be constantly paranoid, so idk

Double Life - now, for this one I'm going to say one of the people who didn't return from Last Life did return, I'm going to go with Lizzie just because I think that's the most fun option. I imagine the two of them would come up with a lot of “Devious Plots”, they'd probably be helping or Enlisting the help of The Mean Girls for most of them, maybe The Homewreckers too.

That being said if they didn't find each other by the end of session one and they ended up at Martyns lil soulmate game I could easily see the two of them and Pearl sticking together as a team (not that it would change much, Pearl would still do what she did, but still)

False probably doesn't win the season, Martyn or Pearl would be straight for Lizzie in the final fight

Limited Life - I honestly can't see False going with any of the teams. If you forced me I'd say probably Nosy Neighbours but it's more likely that False is a lone wolf (though she'd definitely ally more with The Clockers and Neighbours than Bad Boys or T.I.E.S) I feel like the is the season False has the best chance of winning, she definitely make it to the end and could back stab Martyn while he's killing Impulse.

Secret Life - I imagine False probably goes with Team Besties. Maybe she even convinces Scar or Lizzie to join. She'd definitely be one of the survivors during the zombie task (or she'd die and help the Zombies succeed in killing everyone. She's not Etho she would kill Grian and Cleo). I don't imagine the result would change the season either. It's very task dependent. False might inadvertently get Scar killed with the rest of Team Besties (or she might kill him herself), meaning it's Pearl vs. Gem in the finale, but that's about it.

[thehyperrequiem]

White-Lilyhontas (Pocahontas Duology Parody) Cast

“This is the Hyper animated tale of the romance between a young ancient cookie named White Lily (Erica Mendez) and Pure Vanilla Cookie (Yuri Lowenthal), who journeyed to the New World with other settlers to begin fresh lives. Her powerful father figure, Elder Faerie Cookie, disapproves of their relationship and wants her to marry a native warrior. Meanwhile, Vanilla’s fellow Englishmen hope to rob the mythics of their gold. Can White Lily Cookie's love for Pure Vanilla save the day?”

“In this animated sequel, Pure Vanilla Cookie (Yuri Lowenthal) goes missing after soldiers try to capture him on charges of treason that were trumped up by devious Elder Custard Cookke (Yuri Lowenthal). Pure Vanilla’s longtime love, Silver Kingdom princess White Lily Cookie (Erica Mendez), is devastated by the news. In the meantime she must voyage to England as an ambassador. With her dashing guide, Royal Meringue Cookie (Peyton Crim), White Lilly Cookie enters a strange new world, determined prevent an unjust war against her people.”

White Lily Cookie (Cookie Run) as Pocahontas

Pure Vanilla Cookie (Cookie Run) as John Smith

Elder Custard Cookie (Cookie Run) as Governor Ratcliffe

Showdown Bandit (Showdown Bandit) as Meeko

Froggy (ENA Dream BBQ) as Flit

Berry (Brawl Stars) as Percy

Elder Faerie Cookie (Cookie Run) as Chief Powhatan

Millennial Tree Cookie (Cookie Run) as Grandmother Willow

Blue Lily Cookie (Cookie Run) as Nakoma

Bo (Brawl Stars) as Kocoum

Mercurial Knight Cookie (Cookie Run) as Kekata

Colt (Brawl Stars) as Thomas

Jojo (Flipline) as Wiggins

Bull and Grom (Brawl Stars) as Ben and Lon

Royal Meringue Cookie (Cookie Run) as John Rolfe

Churro Cookie (Cookie Run) as Uttamatomakkin

Rico and Rhonda (Flipline) as King James and Queen Anne

Edna (Flipline) as Mrs. Jenkins

Various mythical creature characters As the Native Americans

Various Humans as the Englishmen

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 4/5

Book Blurb:

If a fairy godmother can get one sister into a marriage, getting another out of one should be easy…

Lady Theodosia Balfour has certainly gotten the short end of the stick—her stepsister, the newly crowned Princess Beatrice, is telling everyone in polite society that Theo, her sister, and their mother are evil, wicked, and horrid people who treated her like a slave. Though Theo knows this isn't exactly true, it seems her life is thoroughly ruined by the rumor. With the Balfour family estate on the verge of bankruptcy, Theo's only path forward is a forced betrothal to the Duke of Snowbell, a foul-tempered geezer who wishes only to use her as a brood mare for spare heirs. 

Desperate for help, Theo clings to the only thing that might save her: the rumor of a fairy godmother, one that supposedly helped her stepsister secure a prince. After discovering a way to summon a fairy in Beatrice's old room, Theo thinks her prayers have been answered. But the fairy she meets isn't at all what she imagined. Drop-dead gorgeous, incredibly cunning, and slightly devious, Cecily of the Ash Fairies is much more interested in gathering powerful favors and smoking her pipe than providing charitable magic for humans in a bind.

Before she receives magical assistance, Cecily sets Theo to three tasks, seemingly to prove that Theo is a selfless and kind person. Helping her along the way are Cecily's familiars, the flirty human-turned-mockingbird Phineas and the aloof Kasra, a fox shapeshifter who should not be as handsome as he is for someone with such cutting remarks. As Theo works on her tasks, she shockingly finds kinship with the magical creatures she's helping, and starts to wonder if a continued life among her human peers is what she really wants after all.

From debut author Laura J. Mayo comes a hilarious new spin on the Cinderella tale!

Review:

A cozy fantasy reimagining of Cinderella but from the perspective of her evil stepsister! Lady Theodosia Balfour is sick and tired of being second best and constantly losing to her stepsister, Beatrice, who just happened to get married a prince. When Theo's mother tells her she's got her a proposal from a Duke, she couldn't. be happier... until she finds out that said duke is a foul tempered old man and Theo doesn't actually have a choice since the family is broke and Theo's mother essentially sold her. Desperate for an escape Theo discovers a mysterious book that tells her how to summon a fairy godmother... but everything has a price and if Theo wants help from said fairy godmother she has to complete three tasks. Along for the journey are the fairy godmother's two familiars, a flirty human turned mockingbird named Phineas and the fox shapeshifter Kasra, who is as handsome as he is blunt. Theo finds herself thrown into a world of faeries, magic, and the start of her own journey of chasing what she wants. This was definitely a unique retelling of Cinderella and it is the first book in the series. It's got about one grain of romance so don't go thinking it's a romance heavy story, rather its a cozy friendship kind of story about growing and about the shenanigans. It's a cute book and I am intrigued to see where the second book goes with how this book ends. The retelling aspect was fun and I liked the twists of the story overall. It's definitely an easy read and one i'd recommend for fans of Cinderella retellings!

Release Date: October 8,2024

Publication/Blog: Ash and Books (ash-and-books.tumblr.com)

*Thanks Netgalley and Orbit Books | Orbit for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

[sanguinesorcery]

not me seeing a post on my dash that i also reblogged and getting ideas...

Namely in that I do believe that there are many other fae-adjacent creatures in the south tropics that are not as dangerously sapient as faeries or spirits. Like, mythical creatures endemic to certain island nations that are more animal-like.

That being said, House Ariad has a collective of such creatures in their employ, usually the big mean dangerous ones that probably shouldn't be pets, as pets. This does not mean they live in the main palace complex. That is far too close to people and could endanger lives in the everyday to do so.

Instead, there is a garden built deep into the mountain spire the complex is built across, given distinct walls and sections not unlike a very elaborate zoo, with each exhibit of sorts made to resemble the inhabitants' home territory. They are not treated unkindly, and the Hunter Corps is in charge of their well-being overall while being overseen by their Imperial when they come to visit their collection.

It is the express purpose, keeping these animals safe and happy and cared-for, as a backup defense of the Isles. Playing off their animal nature and giving them a reason to believe the archipelago is their territory, the idea is to use such instinct as a very annoying and devious distraction when an island is invaded; the hope is that seeing Sidhe in uniform as one of their own in the area tickles the need to protect what they deem is theirs and attack intruders, ensuring evacuation or redirection of civilians is unhindered.

That said, it is not often such creatures are used in direct warfare, but having them is still a fine deterrent nonetheless even in theory. That is also not to say Fariah herself does not employ them outside of such distractive tactics.

She's very fond of bringing her manticores to certain vipers' dens and on some excursions that she doesn't want to draw out.

[m1dgemodge]

Art dump!!! Also should’ve changed the tag for my user to replace the i with a 1 since there’s another user that uses midgemodge lol!!!!

1. Simple drawing of one of my mcs!!! Also all the characters in these drawings are from the same universe :3 !!

2. This is a drawing of a petite Faerie named Tulip!!! She’s a newly hatched Faerie, (Faeries hatch from tree pod things in my universe).

3. This drawing includes a few other Faeries, also Faeries are a very small species since they can handle magic so well and could cause a lot of damage most were killed and they weren’t really able to reproduce!!! The other 2 shown in this drawing are called Begonia (the blue one) and Foxglove (the not blue one), Begonia and Foxglove accidentally brought Tulip into the world and kinda have to keep her a secret.

4. These 2!!!! The evil red one is called Oleander and the green one is called Aloe!!!! The two are brothers, they do have another one shown in the last drawing, Oleander and Aloe have always been closer to each other then they have with Wormwood (the other brother lol), also the three of them run their own island raaaaaaaaaaaaaaa oh me gosh, also I’m a sucker for short characters with devious faces omg.

5. Wormwood!!!! Wormwood is so silly innit fam!!!This isn’t what he usually looks like I just wanted to draw something spooky ooky, he’s also kinda a Faerie

Oh me gosh thanks for reading yaaay!!

[dryadologist]

@wornkindness 👑

Clearly this morning isn't going to be as relaxing as he would like. Just when he thought he'd sit down to a nice breakfast and cup of coffee, the commotion started. Commotion in itself isn't uncommon in any palace, let alone his own. There's always some sort of drama causing a stir, though he would hope said drama had enough decency to wait for him to have the chance to settle into the day.

Just when he determines he'll wait it out and attend to whatever the ruckus is about when he's through with his meal, Lord Taran throws open both doors to his chambers and exclaims (rather boredly) that three mortals have been discovered outside of the castle grounds and have been brought into the gardens. With a devious smile, he places his half-full cup of coffee in his uncle's hands and tells him to follow. Better to keep Taran busy with something so entirely tedious than allow him to his own devices around the poor humans.

The crowd that had gathered around the trio parts as he approaches, their taunts and jeers in Faerie quieting at first glance at the look of distaste on their monarch's face. He'd expect his subjects to have far better manners! --But one glance at the poor woman in the center of the group stops him dead in his tracks.

"Amelia? How in the world did you get here?"