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c'mon First Cream, you know the answer to that question /silly

anyways more au nonsense haha

[corrupted-fae-king]

something something silly au nonsense something yeah

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*He sniffled, trying to stifle his tears to no avail.*

"I-I'm sorry my dear...I'm n-not sure I can stop..." *He forced a soft chuckle as he leaned into her hand, bringing his own up to hold hers.*

*He tried to rub away the tears with his sleeve, yet when they continued to flow, he simply smiled softly.*

"I'm sorry...I'm such a mess, aren't I?..."

"...I trust you will, my dear...I trust you completely..."

the air was cold... frigid even.. the rumbles of storms can be heard from the south.. getting louder as they inch closer..

and there was the faint smell of.. warm butter? wait.. "..umph!" a thud was heard in the distance, as if a frail body had hit the ground. this thud was followed with a quiet whimper..

"ah... no.. where.. wh-where is he.. I.. I must find him.." (@askwhitelily teehee :3)

*The moment the scent of warm butter hits the air, Elder Faerie is suddenly paying far closer attention to his surroundings than he was mere seconds ago.*

*His eyes are wide open, his ears are perked. His wings are trembling, itching to launch into flight, in search of the source of the scent.*

*But Elder Faerie does not move the way his body wishes to.*

*He rushes into a sprint, worry and surprise etched across his features as his feet thump against the ground.*

*It's not all that long before he hears the thud, and he hears her voice, and then he sees her.*

"...B-...Benign Butter?..."

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*Elder Faerie nodded, his arms tightening around her as he nuzzled his tear stained face against her cold dough.*

"O-of course!...I-I promise..." *He murmured hastily, his wings fluttering just slightly as he continued to cling to her.*

"I promise..."

the air was cold... frigid even.. the rumbles of storms can be heard from the south.. getting louder as they inch closer..

and there was the faint smell of.. warm butter? wait.. "..umph!" a thud was heard in the distance, as if a frail body had hit the ground. this thud was followed with a quiet whimper..

"ah... no.. where.. wh-where is he.. I.. I must find him.." (@askwhitelily teehee :3)

*The moment the scent of warm butter hits the air, Elder Faerie is suddenly paying far closer attention to his surroundings than he was mere seconds ago.*

*His eyes are wide open, his ears are perked. His wings are trembling, itching to launch into flight, in search of the source of the scent.*

*But Elder Faerie does not move the way his body wishes to.*

*He rushes into a sprint, worry and surprise etched across his features as his feet thump against the ground.*

*It's not all that long before he hears the thud, and he hears her voice, and then he sees her.*

"...B-...Benign Butter?..."

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made a moonflower sprite

and he

LOOKS SO JUDGMENTAL

HE'S SO ADORABLE BUT HE LOOKS SO ANNOYED

HE LOOKS LIKE YOU JUST INSULTED PRISMATIC GLASS TO HIS FACE AND HE'S ABOUT TO BEAT YOU UP

*CRYING* /POS

tags for the goofmoots either directly involved in the corrupted au or stalking tf outta the blog(s) @c00kietin @xaytheloser @strawberrycookielover3 @pinkvaquita @juiceboxlmao

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lHELLO MY LOVE SHADOW MILK! WE MEET AGAIN! I found some magical mucus, ABSORB IT SHADOW MILK! I must go now! farewell my lovely honeysuckle!! (this last part is a joke I’m so sorry.)

"...Uhhh, thanks?"

"Not sure how this will help but I appreciate anything right now-"

*Shadow Milk trails off as he lifts his head, his eyes widening for a moment.*

"...I think I'm starting to hear things-"

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"...I missed you...I missed you so much..." *He barely managed to get those words out, his voice cracking and breaking between his labored sobs and cries.*

*Unable to form much else for words, he grew quiet, still clinging to her like his life depended on it that he did, weeping.*

*Despite everything, her voice was still so warm, even if her dough felt comparable to that of a squishy stone, and that thought hurt him.*

*She truly could still speak to him like that, despite everything, couldn't she?*

the air was cold... frigid even.. the rumbles of storms can be heard from the south.. getting louder as they inch closer..

and there was the faint smell of.. warm butter? wait.. "..umph!" a thud was heard in the distance, as if a frail body had hit the ground. this thud was followed with a quiet whimper..

"ah... no.. where.. wh-where is he.. I.. I must find him.." (@askwhitelily teehee :3)

*The moment the scent of warm butter hits the air, Elder Faerie is suddenly paying far closer attention to his surroundings than he was mere seconds ago.*

*His eyes are wide open, his ears are perked. His wings are trembling, itching to launch into flight, in search of the source of the scent.*

*But Elder Faerie does not move the way his body wishes to.*

*He rushes into a sprint, worry and surprise etched across his features as his feet thump against the ground.*

*It's not all that long before he hears the thud, and he hears her voice, and then he sees her.*

"...B-...Benign Butter?..."

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“oh my 😨.” Blueberry Sugar was traumatized from what she just saw.

*There's suddenly a sharp whoosh as something swoops in and picks up Blueberry Sugar, the silver tree growing further and further away almost rapidly.*

*Although it's, a lot less smooth of a flight than one might be comfortable with.*

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*That single, gentle smile, completely crumbled whatever was left of the fae king's resolve.*

"H-how can you...how can you still..." *He tried to speak, but the words got stuck in his throat.*

*How could she still smile at him like that? How could she still LOOK at him like she did? How could she still believe he would have never done these things if it weren't for her? It didn't make sense!*

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...my love...I'm sorry..." *His voice fell away as he couldn't help himself from beginning to sob uncontrollably, his cries ringing through the air as he clung to her like a life line.*

the air was cold... frigid even.. the rumbles of storms can be heard from the south.. getting louder as they inch closer..

and there was the faint smell of.. warm butter? wait.. "..umph!" a thud was heard in the distance, as if a frail body had hit the ground. this thud was followed with a quiet whimper..

"ah... no.. where.. wh-where is he.. I.. I must find him.." (@askwhitelily teehee :3)

*The moment the scent of warm butter hits the air, Elder Faerie is suddenly paying far closer attention to his surroundings than he was mere seconds ago.*

*His eyes are wide open, his ears are perked. His wings are trembling, itching to launch into flight, in search of the source of the scent.*

*But Elder Faerie does not move the way his body wishes to.*

*He rushes into a sprint, worry and surprise etched across his features as his feet thump against the ground.*

*It's not all that long before he hears the thud, and he hears her voice, and then he sees her.*

"...B-...Benign Butter?..."

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*He stared at her, tears threatening to spill from his eyes in waves as her words stuck like needles to his heart.*

"...Benign Butter, my dear...look around you!..." *His voice lowered to a whisper, his chest heaving as small sobs threatened to escape his throat, tears flowing freely from his eyes.*

"Look at the damage I have so readily caused in your absence! Do you truly think things would be any better if you had stayed dead?!" *His voice cracked as he raised it, choking back sob after sob trying to control his breathing.*

"I should have listened to my gut all those years ago! I never should have become the guardian- I shouldn't have listened to the witches! I-I shouldn't have...I shouldn't have..." *He trails off, his voice cracking and shattering into broken sobs as he holds her close, burying his face in the crook of her neck.*

"...We don't...deserve each...other...but isn't it...worse...if we don't...have the...other?..."

the air was cold... frigid even.. the rumbles of storms can be heard from the south.. getting louder as they inch closer..

and there was the faint smell of.. warm butter? wait.. "..umph!" a thud was heard in the distance, as if a frail body had hit the ground. this thud was followed with a quiet whimper..

"ah... no.. where.. wh-where is he.. I.. I must find him.." (@askwhitelily teehee :3)

*The moment the scent of warm butter hits the air, Elder Faerie is suddenly paying far closer attention to his surroundings than he was mere seconds ago.*

*His eyes are wide open, his ears are perked. His wings are trembling, itching to launch into flight, in search of the source of the scent.*

*But Elder Faerie does not move the way his body wishes to.*

*He rushes into a sprint, worry and surprise etched across his features as his feet thump against the ground.*

*It's not all that long before he hears the thud, and he hears her voice, and then he sees her.*

"...B-...Benign Butter?..."

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*He was quiet, completely quiet, his eyes shining with unshed tears as he listened to her, still rubbing her cheek.*

"...Tell me, my dear...did you tell me to do the things I did?..." *His voice had lowered to a soft whisper as he settled his other hand on her face, cupping her cheeks.*

"...Was it you who asked of me to go against everything I vowed to the witches? Or did I make that decision?..." *He tilted his head just slightly, tears beginning to trickle from his eyes as he squinted them a little bit, carefully trying to pull her closer.*

"...How can you look at me, at the jam on my hands, and think to still call me your beloved?..." *He brought her in closer, gingerly pressing his nose to her forehead, his arms wrapping around her in a shaky hug.*

"...If you can still call me your beloved, despite all that I have done, without true rhyme or reason...how could I not continue to cherish you?..."

"You're my everything, my dear, sweet goddess...I could not feel anything ill intended to you, even if I wished to..."

the air was cold... frigid even.. the rumbles of storms can be heard from the south.. getting louder as they inch closer..

and there was the faint smell of.. warm butter? wait.. "..umph!" a thud was heard in the distance, as if a frail body had hit the ground. this thud was followed with a quiet whimper..

"ah... no.. where.. wh-where is he.. I.. I must find him.." (@askwhitelily teehee :3)

*The moment the scent of warm butter hits the air, Elder Faerie is suddenly paying far closer attention to his surroundings than he was mere seconds ago.*

*His eyes are wide open, his ears are perked. His wings are trembling, itching to launch into flight, in search of the source of the scent.*

*But Elder Faerie does not move the way his body wishes to.*

*He rushes into a sprint, worry and surprise etched across his features as his feet thump against the ground.*

*It's not all that long before he hears the thud, and he hears her voice, and then he sees her.*

"...B-...Benign Butter?..."

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"...Benign Butter...n-no..." *You can almost hear his heart break at her words, tears threatening to form at the edges of his eyes as he brings himself closer to her.*

*The sadness in his eyes, as he presses his forehead to hers with as little force as he could manage, is palpable, accompanied by shivering pupils.*

"...Oh my dear...my sweet, sweet benevolence...please, no, do not apologize...it wasn't..." *For just a moment, he trails off, bringing one of his hands to her cheeks, gently rubbing her warming dough, as if to try and console her.*

"...Please...do not blame yourself for what I've done..."

the air was cold... frigid even.. the rumbles of storms can be heard from the south.. getting louder as they inch closer..

and there was the faint smell of.. warm butter? wait.. "..umph!" a thud was heard in the distance, as if a frail body had hit the ground. this thud was followed with a quiet whimper..

"ah... no.. where.. wh-where is he.. I.. I must find him.." (@askwhitelily teehee :3)

*The moment the scent of warm butter hits the air, Elder Faerie is suddenly paying far closer attention to his surroundings than he was mere seconds ago.*

*His eyes are wide open, his ears are perked. His wings are trembling, itching to launch into flight, in search of the source of the scent.*

*But Elder Faerie does not move the way his body wishes to.*

*He rushes into a sprint, worry and surprise etched across his features as his feet thump against the ground.*

*It's not all that long before he hears the thud, and he hears her voice, and then he sees her.*

"...B-...Benign Butter?..."

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Corrupted Elder Faerie au Shitposting part 2?

Technically yes and no, more of a " @xaytheloser is so gonna kill me " post

"You're not gonna, push me around! You can't get me, down down down!"

"You're not gonna, push me around! You can't get me, down down down!"

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"I-It's me...I'm here..." *His voice trembled, sharp and unsteady as he spoke, as if he was holding back something.*

*Seeing her like this, so frail and delicate, yet still so gentle...it hurt his heart.*

"I-I'm here my dear...I'm h-here..." *He slowly dropped to his knees in front of her, carefully taking her hand in his as he gazed at her, his whole body trembling slightly.*

the air was cold... frigid even.. the rumbles of storms can be heard from the south.. getting louder as they inch closer..

and there was the faint smell of.. warm butter? wait.. "..umph!" a thud was heard in the distance, as if a frail body had hit the ground. this thud was followed with a quiet whimper..

"ah... no.. where.. wh-where is he.. I.. I must find him.." (@askwhitelily teehee :3)

*The moment the scent of warm butter hits the air, Elder Faerie is suddenly paying far closer attention to his surroundings than he was mere seconds ago.*

*His eyes are wide open, his ears are perked. His wings are trembling, itching to launch into flight, in search of the source of the scent.*

*But Elder Faerie does not move the way his body wishes to.*

*He rushes into a sprint, worry and surprise etched across his features as his feet thump against the ground.*

*It's not all that long before he hears the thud, and he hears her voice, and then he sees her.*

"...B-...Benign Butter?..."

[corrupted-fae-king]

the air was cold... frigid even.. the rumbles of storms can be heard from the south.. getting louder as they inch closer..

and there was the faint smell of.. warm butter? wait.. "..umph!" a thud was heard in the distance, as if a frail body had hit the ground. this thud was followed with a quiet whimper..

"ah... no.. where.. wh-where is he.. I.. I must find him.." (@askwhitelily teehee :3)

*The moment the scent of warm butter hits the air, Elder Faerie is suddenly paying far closer attention to his surroundings than he was mere seconds ago.*

*His eyes are wide open, his ears are perked. His wings are trembling, itching to launch into flight, in search of the source of the scent.*

*But Elder Faerie does not move the way his body wishes to.*

*He rushes into a sprint, worry and surprise etched across his features as his feet thump against the ground.*

*It's not all that long before he hears the thud, and he hears her voice, and then he sees her.*

"...B-...Benign Butter?..."

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rate her beauty out of 10 :3

"100."

*The ask said out of 10, not 100-*

"Shut."

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I'm curious, what was Benign and the beasts relationship like before the beasts were sealed????

"..."

*Shadow Milk looks sad.*

"We adored her, every single part of her, to the point we would have fought tooth and nail for her without hesitation."

"We still would."

"Now that I really think about it, not much has changed, has it?"