#💫 king's blessing ( ic )

[muses0fgracie]

@darkcacaocookieandfriends (cont.)

He had indeed been asleep, for what seemed like several hours. The werehound had been a little worn out helping out all of his cookie friends in the kingdom with various things - smashing rocks as his adoring cookie audience marveled at his strength, moving heavy objects out of paths and around houses and getting things out of trees for the little soft-doughed children.

In some ways, doing all of that had been even MORE tiring than his past with smashing cookies and causing mischief as a former Cookie of Darkness. He needed more than just tea to calm his aching body and a nice, long rest was in order!

After all, he had to keep up his strength and dashing good looks!

In the midst of slumber, he was awoken to banging and shouting. The werehound wanted to cover his head with his pillow but last time he did that he got it stuck on his horns.

Guess there was only one thing to do!

"WHAT?!" He snapped. "In case you haven't noticed, a brute is crumbling from exhaustion in here! Can't a guy get some beauty sleep?"

When the large cake creature opened the door and seemed quite cranky, the two cookies realized they most likely had woken him up at a very bad time.

They wanted to surprise him with a house that the Sugar Gnomes had built; they'd asked the little guys to do so so that Schwarz could properly live amongst them and all the other residents in the kingdom (as the werehound would more than likely want a place all to himself now that he was living here).

But they didn't exactly want to do so when he clearly wanted a bit of extra sleep!

"Oh-- Y-you're too busy right now, got it." Strawberry was the first to speak out of the two of them, as Custard Cookie had fallen onto his rear as Schwarzwalder had flung the door open. "Sorry...!"

It was at this point that Custard III had gotten up.

"Hmm... okay, we'll both come back later once you're more awake then! There's something we wanna show you once you're up and stuff!" he explained.

Besides, it would take the sugar gnomes a bit of time before they would actually finish building. And perhaps someone would like to be surprised with a house that was actually finished being built.

They both gave him a thumbs up before slowly closing the door behind them as they left.

[muses0fgracie]

Oh-- Oh goodness, the cookie-one was crying. Crumbs. Chili Pepper was quick to panic, realizing her comment about them was likely what triggered the flash flood alert, was quick to start comforting and apologizing as best she could.

"Oh my-- h-hey, it's okay! I-I'm sorry! Don't... cry or anything! Differences are cool and stuff, i-i-it's nothing too bad! Right?"

She was no good at this, but she didn't intend for this to happen! So it was best to rectify things.

At least they answered what they were. Gochizou? And they came from one of those fleshy giants? And the giant that they had been created by was their father? How did all of that work? Perhaps these giants were more mysterious than the cookies initially thought, despite their and this world's lack of magic.

"How extraordinary." Wizard Cookie remarked.

When the very large shadow began looming over the three of them, the cookies looked alarmed for a moment... until they realized that the purple gummy 'Gochizou' who had startled them had come back with the giant. So, realizing they were likely not in any danger-- that being confirmed by the giant asking if they were lost-- the cookies quickly calmed down. And those were some nice clothes, very aesthetically pleasing. Take notes, Mont Blanc cookie!

"I-In a way, yeah." squeaks Custard Cookie III, nodding. "We all ended up falling out of our world, and ended up here by accident. And we've been lost ever since!"

The reason for them being here was anyone's guess, but they at least were willing to explain if asked. Especially since they were only three of four cookies who had come here....

(But... I'm a cookie, and I have a shell... why are we different...?) Cookie mumbles to itself almost self consciously, wiggling and tipping forward a bit as if hanging its head in shame.

(Woah, woah, hey!) Chocodan waves its little arms frantically, trying to will its companion to calm down. (Jeez, you made poor Chip-chan cry! I guess we're even now, if one of the gummies scared ya like you say...)

With a sniffle, Cookie perks back up to answer. (Um... we're Gochizo. I guess you're not...?) Chocodan nods—with its whole body, of course. Its hands rest on its 'hips', a proud aura about it. (Yep! Gochizo! We popped outta one of those 'fleshy giants', our papa! We help keep him and other people safe! You'd know if you were one of us.)

Speaking of... it seems the culprit's returned to the scene of the crime! The purple 'Gochizo' waddles back over, a large shadow casting over it. Upon any of the cookies looking up—they'd see one of those giants, clad in colorful clothes, crouching over carefully to look at them.

"You were right... I definitely don't remember making these ones..." He whispers to the Poppin' Gummy at his side, then puts a gentle smile on his face to greet the trio. "Hey... um—are you lost...?" He hopes no one else has seen them... he tries to position himself so his body hides them from anyone walking by.

[i-am-but-a-holyman]

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[voltronthelostlion]

I've mentioned this several times, I believe, but the entire reason why I came back to VTLL in Dec '24 and revamped the fic is cause I was suffering from horrendous writer's block for my WIP. Well... I've been feeling the withdrawals for a few months now. The reason why Lotacxa had such a major part in VTLL is cause I could make it fantasy-esque. I simply cannot do that for y/n's storyline since it goes in tandem with VLD's storyline.

But I miss Theadora and Alexander so much. So uhhhh... I made Eleanora and Silas. 🙂 They're not a perfect mirror, but there's a ton of parallels.

Am I kinda screwed with this plotline cause she has Zarkon's baby twice? Yeah. We're figuring it out as we go. 🙂‍↕️ I like making up Altean/Galran lore for VTLL. 😛 Eleanora's birth is a phenomenon cause of y/n. 💫

Spoilers below the cut for the official lore part 2, aka Chapter 36. It's not completely edited yet, but the vibes are pretty much gonna stay the same. 😁

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PART I: Ode to the Shining Light

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Once upon a time, on a cold winter night, when the moon kissed the ground at last, there was a couple who had asked the stars above for a daughter more lovely than the dawn.

The Kingdom of Belle in the eastern isles slept beneath a blanket of snow, its towers, bridges, and crystal spires glazed in silver frost. The sky was cloudless, teeming with constellations and the stars of Gala. Wind sang lullabies through the corridors of the Palace, slipping past stained glass windows and candelabra sconces.

In the Royal bedchamber, on the longest night of the year, a child took her first breath.

One by one, doctors and nurses bowed their heads low, departing quietly.

The Queen, pale and trembling, held the newborn close, in awe of the child Ara had blessed them with. The King let out a laugh, his lashes wet with tears as he pressed a kiss to his wife’s temple, his touch as soft as falling snow.

“Thank the ancients you’re alright,” he murmured, voice roughened with exhaustion and wonder.

The child blinked up at the world, her eyes bright and luminous, framed by long lashes. Her cries rang out, echoing through the chamber. The Queen’s eyes glistened as she gathered her daughter close, cooing softly until the newborn nestled against her and began to suckle.

“Hello, dearest darling,” she breathed, lips quivering with joy. “My, how pretty you are.”

Snow fell beyond the tall arched windows, and outside, the bells chimed midnight as pages took their leave on the backs of gorviths and galloped off into the dark to herald the birth of the Princess.

The Queen cradled her daughter against her chest, strands of sweat-dampened hair plastered to her cheeks. Her nightgown clung to her frame, embroidered with Altean warding runes, the thread spun by the Sages of Oriande from when the dawn took its first breath. 

Old alchemy—forbidden in all parts of the Karthulian star system save for its planet of origin.

A gust of wind blew through the cracked open balcony doors, and the Royal standard—blue and silver with the hydrangea crest of House Atwell—shifted gently in the corner of the chamber. 

Large doors slid open, and the High Oracle arrived at the third chime of midnight. She dipped her head with solemnity as she stepped through the threshold and crossed the room.

The Queen hesitated, her arms trembling as she extended the child.

“Her name,” she whispered, breath shallow, “is Eleanora.”

“Princess Eleanora of House Atwell,” the Oracle intoned, taking the child with hands like ice. She turned toward the east-facing window, where moonlight poured across the marble floor. Placing two fingers upon the infant’s brow, she spoke quietly. “Born beneath the hidden moon and raven’s croak.”

The King straightened, shoulders tense. “Is that a good omen, or a bad one?”

“Death has veiled his shadow upon her.” The Oracle’s gaze remained on the child as she traced a slow marking above her brow. “She will be adored and reviled. Worshiped, and betrayed.”

A chill crept down the Queen’s spine, and she felt as though a cold finger was gliding along her back. Her grip on her husband’s hand tightened. 

“Be warned,” the Oracle continued, her eyes glassy. “She will steal many hearts. And not all who give it will deserve her.”

The room fell silent, the baby now dozing, her breathing soft and shallow.

“What is her blessing?” the King asked, voice low, brows furrowed with unease.

The Oracle lowered her gaze to the child, her expression unreadable. “She will be reunited with the Life Givers.”

The Queen’s face tightened. “What do you mean?” she asked, sitting forward with a wince.

“A promised curse.”

The King stepped forward, his hand falling to the sword at his hip, body taut. “Speak plainly, witch.”

“I cannot,” the Oracle replied, returning the child. “I see a crown in one hand, and a staff in the other. A field of bones behind her, and a storm of ash above.”

“And love?” the Queen whispered, leaning forward despite the pain. “Will she know love?”

The Oracle bowed her head to veil the sorrow darkening her face. “I must go.”

“But you haven’t—” the King began, but she was already moving.

He brandished a sword, ready to carve the answers out of her, but by the time he drew his blade, she was already gone, disappearing in a cloud of smoke.

That night, the King had fallen asleep in a chair beside the bed, chin resting on his chest, while the Queen lay awake, unable to stop staring at her daughter.

Eleanora’s markings were purple, and her hair was impossibly soft.

The Queen guarded her with a heavy heart and reached for her tiny hand. She begged the stars above to show mercy, to rewrite fate, and to let her daughter live.

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Omens marked Eleanora’s birth.

In the eastern skies, a blazing comet tore across the heavens, trailing violet fire that burned for three nights and vanished without a trace.

In the northern isles, the ancient carving of Alesul within the Temple of Ara pulsed with crimson light and wept tears of blood—something unseen since the Age of Adali the Noble.

In the heart of the Temple of Lions, the six elemental pillars awoke in unison, each glowing with its sacred hue, thrumming with forgotten power. The High Oracles and Priests fell silent, for no records spoke of such a thing.

Far to the west, beyond the Karthulian System, the sacred Flame of the Kral Zera flared red-hot for a full hour before extinguishing itself—unbidden, and unexplainable—signaling the end of Vrig the Great’s thousand-year reign. 

And in the quiet Royal Gardens of Belle, a lone hydrangea bloomed out of season, its petals dusted in frost.

The Kingdom of Belle rejoiced on the solstice day.

Trumpets sang from the high balcony towers. Firelight danced in every town square as children laughed and townsfolk lit floating lanterns, sending them skyward with prayers.

For a girl had been born to Altea. 

A daughter of winter. 

The portent of prophecy.

[ghostofgnasha]

@ice-demigod-skrael asked  💫 Tumblr ate my draft after I c/ped to Word this morning, apologies.

Jolene - Dolly Parton

And I can easily understand How you could easily take my man But you don't know what he means to me

~

Preparations were well underway for the battle to put the wretched human King into the earth to seep with his final breaths as the damned being deserved. From the lowest of troll to the smiths and bonemenders, all were doing their part to ensure there would not be a single blunt blade nor armour untended when the march into battle begins comes as the Ram begins to wane. Those with a hand free would attempt to salute or stand to order when their passing was witnessed, otherwise continuing with their orders with nary a word nor command needed. However, there is something amiss in these echoing caverns that bothers like an incessant itch. Their fellow General is conspicuously absent. Even more unusual is that the Opradush seemed unperturbed by this development despite his being one of their most brutal of combatants. Instead he chooses to focus on testing the strength of a blade gifted by a golden witch to aid in their plight against the oppressors. Only the son was allowed to approach and all wise trolls and the few impures offered to be of assistance did well to stay away from the caverns he dwelt.

Letting out a huff, the Gumm-Gumm stalks away to finish decorating their own armaments with the bones freshly carved from a successful hunt days prior. It is infuriating that a mere ruz will be required to ensure that their paint is ready for war for the blue-ish stone-flesh they cannot reach themselves. If this could be taken as an omen it would be one of ill times ahead.

  The fleshbags and their strange beasts, oh how they blanch and shiver in fear upon seeing the mighty Skullcrusher approach from the ridge flanked by the Prince and General! The spitting defiance they showed under a banner turns to cowardice when confronted with an army borne of stone and the cries of many victories been and yet to come. They are weak, barely worth the meat buried under the metal carcasses they foolishly wear. The coming slaughter will be glorious and the songs will carry of how these creatures cannot hope to force their kind into the shadows for ages to come! The order to feast is given when the light is at it's weakness and their roars begin to echo round the hills as they plunge into the valley seeking to end the folly of man's age be it by parlok, sword or claw. Each as eager to be the first to have a confirmed kill and seek the blessing from Morka.

Their route deliberately criss-crosses with that of the heir so that they might keep a golden eye on the far younger troll by being nearby while still allowing him to breathe and truly test his mettle against the swarming ants. Oh! How those sounds of bodies crumpling under the weight of the Black's General ploughing through them on all four limbs utterly delights and makes them grin! Others are caught instead by their facial plate adding to the red colouration as they are flung aside leaving them a morsel. The length of their tail strikes down yet more with satisfying clangs. The stench of blood begins to fill the air as much as orders shouted in every language, all driving the frenzy ever onwards towards utter annihilation. They cannot help but laugh uproariously, they had not had such fun in many a afe!

A blown horn snatches their attention away from the struggling human desperately trying to pry fingers away from how tightly, tighter, they clutch it's chest in curiousity. It is... trolls? Ones that are armed little better than farmers attempting to rise in defiance, bringing with them a swell of forces led by a troll they cannot recognise. These are all of Dwoza's brood they suspect and their prey is dropped in surprise barely able to breath under cracked ribs as what it meant dawns. Aarghaumont? Had failed?? Impossible!

"The wretches wish to play at war? Then let them be ground to dust!" Gnasha snaps snatching the attention of battered ruz nearby to begin a fresh charge over the dead and dying and put these pathetic gravel huggers in their place once and for all.

There's a troll of many eyes carrying little more than bristles to defend from the seething goblin masses screaming in terror while failing to fend the lot of them off. Even shouts a name as though it would mean anything and completely oblivious to what else stalked near them. Even the noise of a beast hurtling right at them with terrifying speed did nothing to sway.

It should have been so easy

Within a blink the General is struck on their side and sent hurtling across the grass until their sheer bulk and claws slows their momentum enough. Stone creaks as bones rattle when they spit in annoyance that they had been so ceremoniously caught out while stalking prey. Rising up onto hind legs they search for the cretin who had the sheer audacity t-

"No hurt!"

Gold whirrs to find their omen had turned real, standing protectively between them and the Dwoza born making their jaw slack in surprise. Their bruised anger explodes at the troll who still carries the trappings of their army now being worn in mockery.

"You of all trolls, of all Generals, want to protect these sniveling things who would seek to have us buried by the whims of the flesh?" Gnasha snarls with hackles raised down their shoulders. The personification of a true Gumm-Gumm borne of war.

"They hide under the tail of their ancestors instead of embracing their heritage of true warriors or the banner which we serve!"

The krubera keeps his head held high, eyes firmly on theirs. In any other circumstances they would be proud of the authority he carries by posture and expression that is so different from the tiny whelping that once played with the young Prince in the nest. Now? The defiance in green from a traitor makes them bare their teeth in fury for the audacity of so easily turning on his own kind.

"Don't want to fight. Blinky friend. Stand down," he states with unusual calm. A small snort after causes his ring to clink on stone.

Planting fists on the ground the great General Gnasha roars back before lunging into a step then into a barreling charge with only the other's death repeating over and over in their mind. There would be no honour shared here, only just reward.

"Then be crushed with them!"

[muses0fgracie]

The Gingercrew all steeled their nerves at the Cake's threat, preparing themselves to take on the brute yet again. If it was a fight he wanted, he sure as heck was gonna get it. Of course, the fact that they had defeated him before, as well as the other adventures they had been on by now, boosted their confidence.

Let the Battle Begin!

"Take this, ya brute!"

Chili Pepper was the first to make a move. As quick as lightning, she zipped over behind Schwärzwalder, slicing and trying to use her pepper daggers to do some damage. Unfortunately for her, Schwärzwalder's thick coat was protecting his body, so anything she was trying to do was only likely feeling like mosquito bites to him.

But not too far behind Chili Pepper was the lollipop wielder clad in pink!

"Hyaaaaah!"

Strawberry was charging right behind her spicy friend, swinging her Lollipop around and spinning like a top towards the large cake beast. She and Chili had no particular plan other than 'hit with all of your might first', and Strawberry herself arguably wasn't expecting to do much damage. But it's best to start off with everything you have, right?

Gingerbrave and Wizard cookie were on the way over as well, seeming to prepare some attacks of their own, while Custard III was keeping his distance somewhat in case some healing was necessary. A wise choice, considering that a healer should not be too close to combat, and that blunt force-- a healer's only option of combat-- is usually not the best sometimes.

Ah! The terrified screams of cookies were music to his ears! The end of his hammer split the ground, causing shattered debris to fly through the air. Splintered pieces of earth bread bounced off of his icing as a booming laugh spilled from his mouth. The adrenaline he felt from wielding his hammer was unparalleled! Whenever he swung his weapon he felt larger than life.

Even if he didn't hit any of them, they could all marvel at the destruction he caused! Surely, they'd all tremble in his wake!

Red eyes stared through the falling debris to find they were unscathed. Disappointing. Not even a small crack, not even a single crumb missing. How did they see him coming? Schwarzwalder was certain his sneak attack would've worked!

No matter…

He'd smash them all into flour soon enough!

The cake monster swung his hammer back over his shoulder and let out a booming laugh. "You think I'm scared of a bunch of puny cookies? You may have bested me before, but I assure you that was a fluke!"

He pointed his hammer dramatically at the group, assuming a battle pose. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll be crumbling at my feet!"

[muses0fgracie]

"I love my papa!"

"I don't even know mine."

"I wish I knew the whereabouts of my dad...."

"....What's a dad?"

[muses0fgracie]

(context)

"Eat this, clown!" and cue another trash can being thrown!

"HAH! What's wrong, scared of some garbage cans!?" oh, you little rats. Witch of Light bless your souls.

"I bet I can throw more than any of you!" and Custard decides to make a game out of it.

"You're on, Custard!"

"We've got plenty more cans!"

[muses0fgracie]

@musescfmusic sent: doodle (Ruby Cacao and anyone in the gingercrew :3)

Doodles | Not accepting

"Here you go, Miss Ruby! What do yo think?"

[muses0fgracie]

"I mean that just we got a baby! A doughy-baby fell from the sky while we were leaving the Faerie kingdom."

@mixed-up-multiverse

Custard vc: Because we just got a baby!!

"Ummm.... What.... What do you mean you just got a baby?"

[muses0fgracie]

"Leave Pure Vanilla cookie alone!!"

Does he have to come over and bonk people?

[muses0fgracie]

@cookieofearthbread replied to this post:

"Do you want me to bother you instead, then?" Pomegranate is holding her mirror up menacingly.

His face becomes even more sour (hehehe) when the cookie of darkness approaches, raising that mirror menacingly.

But he wasn't afraid of her! He'd faced her before with his friends, after all. So she was pretty much asking for it here.

And so he swings his scepter. BONK!

[muses0fgracie]

"It's time."

"My Lollipop is ready."

"I've stocked up on as much mana as possible."

"My daggers are sharp, and ready to get some targets!"

"I'm ready to heal whenever I need to."

And off to Beast-Yeast they go! They're coming for ya, Shadow Milk Cookie, and they're not going down without a fight!

[muses0fgracie]

Five strange tickets had come in the mail today, all of which had a very particular design to them. The initials also made it clear who they were from, the initials being 'S.M'. Seems that annoyingly fiendish clown beast was up to his old tricks, and would be causing quite the ruckus soon...

...

...and yet now, a group of young cookies were proceeding to use the tickets as if they were rags, to clean up some mud that had either been tracked into the castle a few moments ago, or was currently on their shoes. They'd just been out for a run in the rather muddy land of little big dreams, and seeing as how the tickets were available... and they needed to get rid of the mud SOMEHOW... I think you can see where this is going.

"Man, ain't THIS satisfyin'?" Chili Pepper is the first to say, actually spit-shining her boots with hers.

"Usually I wouldn't agree to something like this, but... given who these things happen to be from...." Wizard Cookie adds, joining in with visible reluctance as he tidies up the footprints on the floor.

"I wonder what he thought we would do with these anyway...." Custard says to himself. "Did he actually think we'd do anything?"

Then Strawberry cookie speaks, having just stopped helping to clean Custard's shoes with her own ticket.

"So... which of us is gonna put these things in the trash cans once we're all done?"

The question makes the group stop what they're doing immediately and stare at each other. Goodness, they hadn't quite thought ahead at this part; the tickets would be QUITE dirty by then, after all... The staring continues as the thought continue to runs through their heads.... before the four of them all proceed to look at a certain candy-cane wielding member of theirs. Custard even pointed for good measure.

"Wh-- ME? Why're you all looking and pointing at me?!"

[muses0fgracie]

Anonymous sent: Better watch out.... the mean ol' BEASTS are out there, little doughy baby!

The Beasts?! Oh no! Those mean Beasts are scary! The baby hadn't seen them for themself, but they'd felt such beastly powers before, and they didn't like it one bit!

"Uu..... Uuuuuu....! wh-wh--"

The Baby seems just about ready to start crying like there's no tomorrow at the mere thought of those monsters when-- thank goodness-- someone notices and springs into action!

"Uh, wh-what's wrong, little baby? I-It's okay, I'm sure they're just being a tease... calm d-down, little baby...!"

[muses0fgracie]

"I miss my dad...."