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imaginariumwanderer · 5 months ago

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So I finished the latest story...

This is pretty horrifying from a cookie's perspective. One of cookiekind's main forms of happiness is their ability to express their various colorful flavors/personality. I suppose it's the same thing as tripping a living human of their sentient and individuality. Ego death. Leaving behind hollow flesh

We be committing unspeakable crimes against nature with this one✨

We be crumbling our colleagues while slowly losing our mind with this one✨

On another note, "eyecing" make its glorious return. I have no memory of it being used before the Mystic Flour update. Can anyone point out the other times it was used, if there's any?

????!!!!! OMG HIIII

MORE CJ PAWLIKOWSKI VOICE ACTING YES YES YES

Don't do it, don't give me hope...

I know he's the last to be released u don't need to tease me like that

So the other-space here clearly refer to the Dark side of the Moon, right? Is there any other-space I don't know about? Also, I guess this confirmed Shadow Milk is the only one able to do this astral projection thing. On one hand, it increases his chance of appearing a bit more before his own update, on the other hand, we most likely won't see the other Beasts having any talking-role any time soon

The implications here...

So the Beasts may likely have their own voices of their Light just like the Ancients does. And "Soul Jam"... Without an (s), Shadow Milk is specifically referring to his Soul Jam here, I can't believe my headcanon of the Light of Deceit/Knowledge whispering things to him is becoming true

It's a thing unique to Shadow Milk and not the other Beasts too. Interesting how both the voices of the Light of Truth and Deceit operate differently from the other Lights' (referring to the theory that the Light of Truth have never make an actual appearance since all instances of it in-game were all Shadow Milk's disguise)

... Clownage. Whelp! time to integrate that into my daily vocabulary!

Alright, so we got confirmation Smilk is not only aware of Dark Enchantress' plans but he's actively helping her out. Whenever he's oblivious to her other, secret plans (stealing the Beasts' Soul Jams) or he's aware and already have a counter measures to it though, is still up in the air.

My money is on the latter. Shadow Milk have shown time and time again he's way more knowledgeable than he let on. The way Dark Enchantress was depicted in his previous "play" does show us a certain level of... Appreciation(?) but who's to say he actually trusts her? It really does feel like a "I rub your back if you rub mine and then we'll backstab each other" kind of deal. Now I'm curious about the other Beasts' opinions on Dark Enchantress as well.

Where's Dark Enchantress anyways? We haven't seen her make any on-screen appearance in a while. I, um, I missed her a lot actually. I missed the diabolical meema

Laughing at Wind Archer cookie repeatedly telling Smilk to stfu from the moment they've met. He's saying what we've all been thinking

Also laughing at Shadow Milk basically only here to make cryptic riddles and mocks our Wind Archer. He really does have nothing better to do lol

Yeah that's right, FRIENDSHIP will save the day!

For real tho, tons of intriguing implications about the Ultimate Cookie with this one. I gotta mulls over them for awhile...

GUYS NEW SMILK'S SPRITE JUST DROPPED

HE'S ROLLING HIS EYES. HE'S SO DONE I'M DEAD

"In conclusion, this changed nothing!"

Kidding, kidding! I was getting real worried for Wind Archer there despite knowing full-well it's not crk's style to let something happen to a character unless they're a minor villain or an elderly *grinding my teeth trying not to bring up Elder Faerie again oops too late-*

The unexpected yet sweet moment of empathy Wind Archer have toward the Ultimate Cookie combined with the stunning animation toward the end were definitely my favorite part of this little adventure. Although I half-expected for him to have his magical girl transformation like White Lily and Dark Cacao right then and there-

"Beast-Yeast EP 5 coming soon to theaters near you! Remember to stay tuned, mkay? Okie dokie? Pinkie promiseee?"

#see me analyzing this mf's dialogues like there's no tomorrow #this one did not get spellchecked either sorry for all the mistakes #it's kinda more of a first reaction thing #crk #cookie run kingdom #wind archer cookie #shadow milk cookie #1m4 rambles #text #game screenshots #crk spoiler

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maeve-a-bruixa · 2 months ago

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"Her kind heart played a cruel trick on herself..." Pt.2

Synopsis: Elder Faerie is now face-to-face with Shadow Milk, your husband was about to attack the Beast but you intervened. You sealed the Beast back into the Silver Tree using all of your power, but your victory costs the remainders of your life force...

A/N: Part 2 of the previous fic! I hope you enjoy <3

Reader is female (confirmed by the requester privately), a scythe-wielder and lightly implied to be a dancer (not confirmed by the requester, but...why not? :3)

I could've finished this sooner, but i'm struggling to write the fight & angst scene so badly I can't finish it sooner I'm so sorry-😭😭

Requested by: @/monamiesss

Pt.1 ~ Pt.2 [Here!]

CW: Angst, d3ath, badly proof-read(?), bad grammar & possible typos(?), poorly-written fight scene & angst

After hearing that loud thud, you soon got up and rushed out of the bedroom. Elder Faerie was about to stop you because you still need more rest, but he failed to do it in time—thus leaving him no choice but to also leave the bedroom and follow right behind you.

You followed where the commotion is coming from, it sounds like it was coming from somewhere close by the Silver Tree.. You soon reached there, and to your surprise...

"AHHHH!!!! Doesn't this fresh air just feel... DIVINE!!!!!"

"Oh, I see I have quiet an audience here! I'm SO terribly sorry to have kept you waiting!!!"

"But now... The wait is over! Your favorite trickster is here!"

"... Shadow Milk!"

The Beast then immediately jumps out of the Silver Tree, he proceeds to summon multiple sentient puppet animatronics to distract your husband and other Cookies. Pure Vanilla, White Lily, Ginger Brave and his friends all fought together with Elder Faerie, Silverbell and Mercurial Knight.

While the others were distracted, Shadow Milk wreaked havoc in the whole Faerie Kingdom—burning down multiple houses, possessing the Faeries and turned them all into Clowns.. Everything was in absolute chaos, and too many things are happening all at once..

You were about to draw your scythe out to help everyone else, but suddenly...

"Silverbell, escort my wife and take her away to safety!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Silverbell then picked you up and carried you away to safety, following your husband's word without a question. The knight rushed into a secluded area—untouched by the fire caused by Shadow Milk, and certainly haven't been invaded by his puppets.

"Silverbell, what are you doing!?"

"I'm sorry, My Queen...i'm only doing what I'm told to do."

Just as when Silverbell thought that it was safe here, Shadow Milk's puppets suddenly appeared out of nowhere and pounced to attack. But Silverbell was always ready, he simply shoot all the puppets with his bow an arrow, making sure none of the enemies can lay even a single finger on you.

...Though, more and more puppets starting showing up.. Each time Silverbell shoots down two or three puppets, around five or more would show up out of nowhere.

"Ugh...Just how many puppets are there!?"

Silverbell mused, he was very frustrated over the fact that more puppets kept on coming one after another.. You—knowing that a singular Knight fighting against what seemed to be endless amount of enemies would be highly unfair—stepped up and summoned your scythe.

You would swing your scythe right at the puppets, eliminating all the enemies with such ease and grace. Your movements in each swing is calculated and elegant, your dress flowing in the gentle breeze—almost as if you were dancing gracefully in a royal ball.

"Hold on a little longer, Silverbell.. Don't give up."

"Yes, My Queen!"

Both you and Silverbell fought together, defeating all the enemies until there's none left...in your current area, atleast-

"Come one, Your Highness.. I must take you to safety!"

Said Silverbell as he lead you towards somewhere much more safer, but...not carrying you or taking your hand might be an unwise decision.. Because as you were about to follow him, you heard a sound of a sword clashing and a distinct yet audible scream.

"ARGH...!"

"YOUR MAJESTY!!!"

The faint voice sounded just exactly like Elder Faerie's voice, and his scream was followed by Mercurial Knight's voice calling out to your husband. So, you immediately run towards the source of the sound, running the opposite direction Silverbell was trying to lead you to.

Silverbell was heading towards the castle, thinking that you were following right behind him so he can take you to safety—doing as Elder Faerie told him to not so long ago. Meanwhile, you are running back to the battlefield. You saw White Lily, Pure Vanilla, GigerBrave and his friends fighting off all the puppets Shadow Milk sent out, blocking off all their attacks alongside Mercurial Knight. But you weren't really focused on any of them right now, you believe that they are strong enough to fight off all the enemies. You are far more focused on Elder Faerie, you beloved husband..

Elder Faerie stood face-to-face with Shadow Milk, he was about to channel out all of his powers to seal Shadow Milk back into the Silver Tree—and you, knowing that it might risk your husband's life, won't let it happen.

"I must... fulfill... my duty... And... I am... taking you... with me...!"

"You... you... you...! You little... pathetic!"

"FLYING LITTLE PEST!!!!!!!!"

Elder Faerie was about to to swing his sword right at Shadow Milk, he had mustered up all of the Guardian's Power. But just before he managed to attack, you stepped up and intervene—you swung your scythe right at Shadow Milk, using your own power to send him flaying back into the Silver Tree. And without wasting any time, you used your power to summon strong vines and closed the cracks on the Silver Tree—sealing the Beast back into the Silver Tree, and ended up using the other half of your Life Powder.. After using up all your power and Life Powder, you need up collapsing to the ground. Luckily, Elder Faerie was there and caught you. He sat beside your weak form, holding you in his arms as he tries to hold back his tears of gratitude and worry. He hand one arm holding your body, his other arm holding your hand in a gentle and loving grip.

"My darling, my Queen... Why...? Your remaining life force-"

"I can't let my beloved crumble..."

Your voice was a bit hoarse and so quiet, it just proves how weak you are currently after your remaining life force has been used for you to muster up all your power. Seeing his beloved in such a weakened and vulnerable state made Elder Faerie's heart ache, tears welling up in his eyes and threatened to run down his face.

You notice how tears were welling up in his eyes, you only smiled weakly. You reached your free hand up to cup his cheek, your hand slightly shaky from just how weak you are.

"My darling, please... Don't cry..."

"..."

Hearing your sentence, hearing how weak you are...it broke Elder Faerie's heart, it made him shed a single tear even though you told him not to.

You began to gently caress his cheek as he was on the brink of crying, you tried your best to calm him down. But with the fact that you might die soon won't help at all.

"... My love... Please, stay vigilant... Don't give up, only you can continue onward..."

"... I don't want you to leave me, my dear... I can't continue onward without you..."

Elder Faerie is so close to crying, both he and you knew that your time is not very long.. But you want to make this worthwhile, you plan on spending the rest of your last moments with your dearest husband. You kissed his forehead, comforting him.

"Please, don't cry, my love... I'll always watch over you, I won't leave you no matter what..."

"You still have a long way ahead of you, my dearest... We were fighting for the same thing, no?"

"Please, continue our legacy with or without me... Fight for Cookiekind and save the world from evil, just like how we wished... I believe in you, my love..."

You spoke before you pulled him in for a kiss, Elder Faerie held you closer to him as he closed his eyes an savored the moment—he put in all of his passion and desire into the kiss, savoring his last kiss with you..

After moments that felt like an eternity, Elder Faerie opened his eyes and broke the kiss to catch his breath.

"I love you, My Queen..."

"... I love you too, My..King..."

Those we're your last words before you closed your eyes forever, you're no longer with him.. And that's when the dam broke. He broke down crying as he realized that you were no longer with him, he held you against his body as he buried his face into your neck. He didn't leave yet, he just sat there as he hugged your lifeless body.

Elder Faerie can't bring himself together, he can't stop crying.. He loved you too much to let you go, he refused to believe this was actually happening. Even though you crumbled right in his arms, he's still in disbelief that the day he feared—the day you were no longer with him—has come. He knew that everyone must meet their end one day, but he wished that he can meet his end together with you. He wants to crumble together with you, he didn't want you to leave him so soon.. But what can he do? This is fate, he can't do anything about it no matter how much he cried or gaslight himself into thinking that none of this is real. He can only dream a better fate for you, he can only dream of him still living in the times where he was so happy and content of being with you.

...But all of that was taken away from him, his happiness—the love of his life—was ripped right out of his arms.. And he can't do anything about it...

"... I will continue our legacy, my love... I will fight for Cookiekind and protect this world from evil. I promise..."

Elder Faerie said as he kissed your forehead one last time, he was still holding and hugging you—he was practically clutching your lifeless body. He stayed like this for a few more hours, he needed some time to prepare himself before your funeral...

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lephamquynhnhu · 1 year ago

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Panacea

Chapter 1: Pretty ripples on water

Dan Feng x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS/ TAGS: The reader has a default name, OOC. (This is a work of fanfiction, events are not aligned or relevant to the original work)

Word count: ~1,1k

Summary: He met you on a drizzling day when hydrangea fully bloomed on its field. Amidst the sea of mild pastel petals, Dan Feng never thought the flowery domain that intertwined your fate was the precise thing withered with you. They said he was a dragon, a hero, a sinner, but never a person with love, hatred, sorrow, or joy like everyone else in this world. However, it was a demi-truth. He committed the cardinal sin because of you.

Note: Do you like...pain?

The soothing melody of raindrops falling through the thick foliage barely touches his hair as Dan Feng strides on the worn path underneath. The Ten-Lords commissioned him to investigate the supernatural phenomena in the Faery Forest, which inhabitants rumor it recently haunted. The golden sun conceals itself behind the aloft gloomy clouds draping an eerily grey ambiance, and the voidness of birds singing wafts a scary serenity.

There are plenty of stories and myths about the woods, but the infamous one was a wise Nymph who guarded the forest as the Alliance established. When the first Denizen of Abundance occurred, to preserve her homeland from the crossfire of the war, the Nymph divided herself into divine fragments asunder to enhance the endurance of the woods. Thanks to the Nymph's might, her forest remained intact after devastating battles. However, she could not regain her strength to unite divinity, so the wise Nymph gradually faded, her name eventually fell into oblivion, and the story is no more than a mythopedia. It is said that her Authorities dissolved in the forest to protect her beloved homeland forever. The native Loufu named the woods based on that story, and whatever the stories are, this forest has sustained through many sanguinary warfare and become one of the most venerated destinations.

The report says that citizens who live near the haunted place or some passing by currently hear a bizarre resonance in the Faery forest at dawn, and they even claim to witness jack-o'-lantern at twilight. To verify the statement, Dan Feng's presence from the blush of morn strolling around an hour and finds nothing akin to the rumor. The drizzle is getting heavier as raindrops start seeping through his attire. Looking at the overcast sky through a dense web of leaves, he forecasts it will soon be a downpour. When Dan Feng considers postponing the commission, a weak sound threads through ancient arbors, which beat like a song - a nursery rhyme. Simultaneously, a chilly breeze permeates with moisture rises as though pushing him toward the siren as soon as the resonance appears. The glint of surprise quickly quenches when Imbibitor Lunae decides to follow the sound's origin.

He keeps running with all senses on guards under the last remnants of light dimly lit his way until a field of flowers welcomes him when exiting the forest. Dan Feng never thought there would be people living beyond the woods and isolating themselves from society. Reflecting in those cyan irises is a girl standing amidst the hydrangea fully bloomed on its field, who raises her voice while one hand holds a cart of multi-colored flowers and the other curls around the axis of her umbrella. Suddenly, when detecting a foreigner's existence, you stop singing and tilt your head toward his position. To your right, an emotionless man with a prominent horned crown atop his forehead whom you know precisely. The drizzle turns into rain as water continuously trails down the High Elder's porcelain face.

"Your Majesty, it may become torrential rain. Would you like to shelter at my house?" - You kindheartedly open an invitation while sauntering to Dan Feng and sharing your umbrella. A weary inquiry escapes Imbibitor Lunae's lips as he notices you use the title in greeting, but Dan Feng only receives a mysterious smile.

Outside the limited space, raindrops seem progressively heavier when they drum on the umbrella panel, and the surroundings are covered in a misty veil. The calm demeanor in the Long Scion's eyes never wavers, and you can tell he sights right through your soul, searching for something. A familiar feeling creeps up his mind, yet somehow different. "Yes, please lead the way." - Dan Feng eventually accepts your invitation after a brief moment as he gently takes the shalt from your gloved hand.

After avoiding the rain at your house, all suspicions were clear, and he assumed to close the case because the enigmatic echo was your singing voice, and the fen-fire originated from your paper lantern. When Dan Feng mentioned those phenomena, an astonishment tinged your face yet soon morphed into grinning. "My sincere apologies, Your Majesty. But, you may conclude your commission now." - You breathlessly said while trying to regain your formal posture.

The crispy sound of embers crackling mingles with thunderbolts from afar, which craft an inexplicably refreshing atmosphere. Compared to the natural noise outside, Dan Feng thinks your voice seems to dissolve into the ether. Although those emerald orbs never leave the white wall made from endless heavy raindrops, his attention still focuses on your conversation. Besides, the High Elder learned you are a florist who has settled here about three years. "I succeeded in my grandmother's business after looking after her ailment.'' - Your tone is monotonous, but a distant feeling boiling up while leisurely replenishing his teacup. Dan Feng keeps practicing a good listener's role and slowly sips the tea. The smoky steam flowing at the brim that carries a floral scent of Wildrose thread through his nostrils reduces mind stress.

Unknowingly, your one-way dialogue at the wooden terrace goes smoothly under the chilly downpour of early summer. When the homemade delicacy marries with the beverage is out of stock, and the tea is drying up in the pot, the shower stops falling, which renders a landscape as spectacular as pictured. At first, Dan Feng thought your lifestyle was a little too austere as if the only living being at a monastery and sealing away the community. Nevertheless, he comprehends the reason as the sunlight shines brightly again. The previous rain aqua absolutes all reveal a Shangri-La with a boundless field of vivid flowers. Boasting butterflies start levitating around the garden while a rainbow faintly appears on the horizon.

Imbibitor Lunae intended to carry his commission, but now, this Elysium might cast a spell to change his mind, to return once again. Furthermore, the treat you offered also brings up his appetite, so Dan Feng wants to taste them once again.

"Do you wish to grow any plant's breed?" - The High Elder says as he stands up from the wooden chair, fetching his cloak with eyes still fixed on the flowery domain unfold. You tilt your head quizzically because it is uncommon for him to open the conversation, unable to respond immediately. "I want to compensate you for your kindhearted hospitality." - He quickly clarifies your inquiry as if possessing mind-reading arts. This time, Dan Feng initiates eye contact with you; a gentle wind blows through, causing dispersed petals to swirl around. His lashes lightly move in approval when he hears your answer. Empirical Peony sure will gorgeously bloom under your care. Before leaving, Dan Feng abruptly halts his foot as he realizes he has forgotten something essential.

"What is your name?" You look at his tall back while snickering behind your palm to suppress the giggles. A cozy orange hue from the blazing flame that nestles in your fireplace shimmers on your face as you answer "Yi Ting. Yi in ripples on water, Ting in pretty."

#hsr x you #honkai star rail x you #hsr fanfic #honkai star rail fanfic #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #dan feng x you #dan feng x reader #Dan Feng fanfic #hsr dan feng

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rosejigglypuff76 · 10 months ago

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Cookie Run Kingdom Speculations: Is Mystic Flour Cookie the next Beast to make their debut in the upcoming update?

Note: This is only a speculation that came into mind, since it's not completely confirmed what will happen in the update according to the recent post for Cookie Run Kingdom! Mainly written for fun and also I wanted to try out something a little different. 🎀🪴

Possibilities of Mystic Flour Cookie being the next Beast to make an appearance: ✨

The latest official promo post features a silhouette of a tower within the lightning bolt. The lightning itself looks like it's dissolving into flour, the main ingredient for Mystic Flour Cookie.

In the Story of the Five Beasts Trailer, Mystic Flour is shown doing deforestation within an area with seemingly a lot of trees or wheats/crops. It shows her (I'll use she/them pronouns for now until their gender is officially confirmed) doing it in the sky, and lightning commonly comes from thunderstorms and thus in the sky as well like the promo.

The colors of the promo art focus more on yellow with the dissolving lightning bolt, the main color for Mystic Flour Cookie. This particular point can be considered as a bit of stretch though.

According to Elder Faerie Cookie in Episode 1 of the Beast-Yeast Story Arc, "Apathy" is considered as the second strongest out of the Five Beasts (the number one strongest being "Deceit" from Shadow Milk Cookie). The power of "Apathy" is highlighted in yellow, and also belongs to Mystic Flour Cookie.

Mystic Flour Cookie's design looks like it inspired the concept of the St Pastry Order (in universe-wise), who supposedly follow The Witches. The Order might actually be giving praises to her instead, as she has some sort of heavenly appearance and was one of the cookies in the first batch (the Five Virtues soon turned Five Beasts).

#mystic flour cookie #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #speculations #speculation #made for fun #for fun #crk #mystic flour crk

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mercy-love-joy · 2 months ago

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This chapter is bittersweet in so many ways. Good to see that GB still has some extended family and friends to be with. So many things I want to say but not sure how to put it. Some are what I can guess is happening between this and the growth of GB. But for now, what I assumed in my own thought.

Okay. First, Silverbell Cookie. At first, blindly as I just fast read the chapter where GB awakens his Virtue, I thought those were Mercury and Silver. Continuing, I like how you made Silverbell someond who would get along with GB...then that happened. I can assume that Silverbell would try and make amends with the avian cookie (and a possibly protective bird mama and six-armed papa...and doggy brother) and soon become friends.

Second, Custard. Poor boy. The youngest of the Founding Five (GB, WC, SC, CC-III, and CP), having experienced the darkest event of his life. I am gonna guess that he would visit or even stay with GB along with the remaining survivors and trauma bond (and experiencing what it feels to have a bird momma around). I can imagine the amount of tears those two would produce as they talked about Strawberry, Wizard, and Chilli Pepper. I also imagine GB sharing the fabric that belonged to Pure Vanilla. Additional note, Custard would definitely "knight" Cloud Haetae who would be proudly puffing his chest.

Third, Red Velvet and Dark Choco. Boy, another pair of trauma boys. Dark Choco would be slightly on guard at first around GB considering his affiliation with the Beast and being the "son" of Gol-dead Bitch. However, this lasts only for a bit as he learns about GB having a reminder of Dark Cacao, both bonding on memories with their shared father, and the tears on how he died. As for Red Velvet, he takes longer than the choco prince, probably growling and being hostile at GB. In some way, he might blame him for the death of White Lily. But given with time and right approach, he might accept GB as part of his pack. (GB calls his family a flock, RV calls his a pack. No matter the title,family is still family). Now, interaction with the would be very, very difficult, but it would be doable given time.

I'm gonna guess Princess Cookie is also in the refugees as I have not seen her appearance in the story.

Elder Faerie Cookie and the faeries..they and the Beasts will be having some tough and awkward talks. A lot. All the while, GB is playing with Silverbell, Cloud Haetae, and Custard.

It's been a roller coaster of a ride for me after reading the chapter. Kudos to you, Mercy. And an early Merry Christmas. 🥰

I'm so honored that you continued to read my fic. Even if this fic is long done, I'm happy to accept more questions in the future about it!

For Silverbell, I wanted him to be the one who gave GB the coordinates. The two faeries who initially attacked GB were rogue faeries who wanted to kill GB quickly (and failed).

And you would be right about many of your assumptions. Down to the wire about Princess and Dark Choco ans Red Velvet. And you can bet the situation down with Elder Faerie and the Beasts are going to be awkward but GB somehow gets them to talk peace.

And you bet CH and Custard will become best friends. Custard would be curious about CH meanwhile, any family of GB is family to CH

It was such a a rollercoaster. I'm glad everyone stuck around long enough to see the end.

Thank you for all the support you've given. Happy Holidays!

#cookie run kingdom #crk #ao3 #fanfic #The Burns Melted Into Gold

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fluffy-critter · 8 months ago

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#crosspost #busybee

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cookieofearthbread · 10 months ago

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White Lily was standing at the bridge, looking at her own reflection, as she was deep in thought... Thinking over everything that has happened since her return and waking to the world as so much happened in that span of time.

The seal breaking, Shadow Milk merging from the tree, the Faerie kingdom being twisted by the beast's power, Elder Faerie's death which resulted in his power alongside with his title and responsibility being passed onto her to ensure the seal didn't break apart further, making sure Pure Vanilla didn't get caught in the madness that the jester was pulling him into and the 'quiz' show the jester hosted which ended in her victory.

A victory which she snatched when she created a third choice as it was clear the other was expecting her to lose by picking one of the two choices provided.

If she were to be honest; she would admit that the victory still brought her delight, especially with how she was able to pull the rug under the other and outsmart him as well as save her friends without any of them getting hurt badly...

Even if the victory was small lived with the warning that came from Shadow Milk... Knowing it was far from over.

And that was only just shortly after she woke up from her deep slumber; half of her soul being pieced back together, thanks to Pure Vanilla and his group collecting the shards of her soul jam and Elder Faerie giving up his life to restore her back...

The other half was still out there…

That side aiming to bring darkness and destruction to Earthbread because of the truth she had discovered… The cruel truth that she could have never imagined in the first place and the truth that she now had to hold in her heart for the rest of time.

A sigh soon left her as her thoughts shifted to the monstrous doughy creature that simply appeared one day and loomed over the kingdom, threatening to destroy everything that came across its path, and poisoning the land around.

It created the fear that the creature would destroy the kingdom including the Silver Tree which held the beasts imprisoned; rendering all the hard work pointless and bringing the Great Calamity into reality however thanks to everyone; they were able to stop the creature.

She could still remember how hard she fought against the creature alongside with the faeries before Pure Vanilla arrived on the scene late; missing his hat and his hair a complete mess as if the healer just woke up but still aiding as his magic flow in the air; healing and protecting everyone he could.

His smile when he looked at her and the relief washing over him when the doughy, rot creature was defeated before looking sheepish when she asked about his appearance and why he was late before brushing it off; claiming it was nothing and he was simply in a deep slumber, which only left her slightly concern however she didn’t push on the matter.

Hopefully, they would be able to have some days where they could relax, enjoy life at the moment without having to worry, until they heard news from the others and they planned their next move.

#the white flower | white lily |#The Cookbook | Drabble |#open starter #I got bored and ended up writing this #idk what I was doing

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pure-vanilla-lilies · 1 year ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/thedarkcircuswritings/743138108036562944/httpswwwtumblrcomthedarkcircuswritings743136?source=share

Based on this request, which I'm pretty sure you read already

Can you imagine White Lily gets frustrated that the baby won't go to sleep and then Elder Faerie appears in her mind, like this:

"Shh, shh, it's okay, mama's here..."

The baby cried and cried, not willing to rest anytime soon. White Lily Cookie rocked the baby gently in her arms.

"Oh.. What's the matter sweetie?" she asked herself.

"White Lily Cookie.." said a voice.

"Elder Faerie.." White Lily Cookie responded.

"Your daughter can detect that you are stressed. Perhaps you need to relax a little."

I'm taking this idea and runs /srs

OMG YES YES!!!!!

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shvdwscng · 9 months ago

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𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 that humans were capable of cruelty as well, but the difference was in the fae realm they stood no chance. alina, along with the other high rulers did not exist when the war between their worlds took place, but even then she would say it was a one side battle, had there not been fae fighting beside the humans, she was certain her species would have slaughtered them all. to this day she could not understand what brought about such a bloody conflict. they were humans, they feared what they did not know or understand, what else did faeries expect to happen when they all infiltrated into the human realm, did they expect the mortals not to retaliate? for a former human to walk among them, observe them, as lux appeared to be doing, alina had no doubt she had seen much in her short time in the fae realm so far. "you'll also learn some are all bark, and no bite."

the high lady of summer was curious what their world must seem like to mortals, for those who were unaware of their bloody history, and it seemed that this redhead was an anomaly as she proclaimed she did not fit among her former people. what had her life been like for her to wish to give it up without hesitation? the elder fae would not venture to guess how their minds worked, she had not been around humans so her curiosity now appeared in the form of her injuries while the other seemed to oblige her with responses. "hmm, you cannot accept the good without the bad. our world is wretched, it has always been my belief." some were entirely person reasons of course, "however, it is the only place where so much is possible." the fae were selfish creatures, more so than humans, on the scale of cruelty and selfishness they could not be compared. "what did you picture before you learned the truth of prythian?" there was a look that crossed the other's hues, and high lady's unwavering continued to study at the other with the same intensity, but careful so that the other did not feel so spooked under her sharp gaze. both women returning to the human realm would never been an option for the fire faerie, now the humans would become the danger to her without a way to hide her appearance. not just her newly shaped ears, but fearies had an ethereal look about them that was far too noticeable by the humans. lux had been obviously quite pretty as a human, and the magic of the cauldron had only enhanced her features. the red hair more vibrant, and her skin keeping a constant glow as the rest of the high faes. "reckless? you don't strike me as the sort, hmm but then the cauldron made you an autumnal fae, so its not far off. were you led, or shall i say, deceived by another here?" she paused for a moment, her next words were perhaps too blunt, but it was a form of advice that might aid the other, "your instincts led you here, one way or another. soon, in some decades your human connections and life will become a distant memory for you." still, her words were not unkind. in an odd thought, alina almost wished that the other's heart did not harden, but it was inevitable. there was a sense of innocence that lux carried that almost made the high lady want to preserve it for as long as possible, its for that reason she refrained from fully expressing her thoughts. the young fae would find out eventually, but it did not have to be now, or any time soon.

"you will have all the time, and then some." the summer lady assured her, once she adjust fully to the realm, her urge to explore her new world would take her around prythian. it appeared to alina that lux was adjusting more than well in her court, and she had known lord suho enough that he would have perhaps done his best to look out for the newly made fae to the best of his abilities, considering he had placed her so close in his court and with his family. she was also certain were she to inquire about the former human, suho would provide her on the other's progress. alina chalked up her interest in the other simply because in some ways she reminded the high lady of her own sisters. the other's question causes a slight twitch of her lips, still very curious the other was. "asking all the right questions, you are bright for a fledgling." she remarked before continuing, I think that the high rulers would leave war as a last resort. we can be quite underhanded, even if we are known to have...bloodthirsty tendencies. no high ruler, not our current generation particularly, wishes to engage in pointless battle. i would like to think we have also evolved beyond the savage ways of our ancestors." still, war in some cases was not avoidable. alina idly toys with a strand of her raven locks as she settles back in her seat, "although there is no concrete way to say we could cease war entirely, as what's in our nature cannot be eliminated entirely. individually, the high rulers who truly care about their people, will do whatever means necessarily that we are not led down the path. we have had wars that previous high kings and queens could not prevent, and in some cases they have turned their backs on the courts and allowed them to fight it out. mind you, they are powerful only because mother watches over them. since we have not been without a ruler, i suppose even I cannot say for certain, only that then alliances would need to be made so that no one court can attack another without consequences."

"prythian was made by mother, so perhaps it was with some goal in mind, but as high rulers it is beginning to make sense to most of us. you have multiple kingdoms and branches of nobility? now, that is curious. which line do you hail from? royal or nobility? or a commoner?" the last term was not said as an insult. "oh?" she murmurs when lux shared a bit of information of her region, "I don't suppose you have any books of your lands, do you?" alina saw no harm in learning of the human lands even if she did not intend to ever go there. the words of high lord of autumn draws a soft, but genuine chuckle from her, "precisely, he would not. and he and i get along well enough." there was a sense of respect she help for the high lord, she did not think he would stop this fae from visiting the summer if she wished to. her invitation had been genuine, she would not be alina if she did not take the chance to show off her lustrous, and peaceful court. it did take a certain courage to be away from one's siblings, but it was one that alina cannot fathom, not having her siblings around would be akin to have a piece of her soul missing, especially when the sum of it was made by all of her siblings. "rather odd, redheads associated with a fiery impulsive, i will wager that they certainly miss you. how many did you have?" the high lady nods, revealing only a bit of her pleased look. " i tend to be an early riser to watch the sun rise, i'll send an invitation your way soon to join me then."

lux smirks, she has heard quite a few things since many speak when they are not aware of her presence. you'd think it would be difficult to miss the vibrant red hair, but she was not tilted here. it was easy to be overlooked. it was such a strange change from being noticed every single time she walked into a room. she partially liked it. " in a short time, yes. " admits she. while many of the nobles were not as loud of their feelings, she could read through the thinly veiled comments they made about each other and about the monarchy. it was interesting, and helped her learn quite a bit about prythian as a whole. what amused her the most was the constant realization that the fae were not so different from the humans they so despised.

the red head nods at the comments from the high lady. she was thankful to have learned her lesson early on. the fae were predators, similar to humans only far more deadly. she may be one in body, but her mind still struggled to grasp the ruthlessness the fae were capable of. " i was lucky enough to have access to old texts, i had a wistful idealization that was quickly proven wrong once i came here. the stories may have painted the fae in a horrid light, but there was some truth to it. " written by defeated humans, of course there was a bias. though, texts of that long ago were few and far between. lux still needed to figure out how to get access to the fae versions. she assumed it would be difficult to gain permission, and thus has never asked. the question hit her harder than she thought, and a few blinks washed away the emotion that clouded her eyes. " i do. quite a bit, actually. i was reckless when i came here, and while i don't quite wish to go back, i underestimated how my heart would feel. " she admits truthfully.

lux found it surprisingly easy to speak to the high lady. the woman of summer didn't treat her like a science experiment, or an abomination. her questioned seemed genuinely curious. was lux the first made fae the other had encountered ? were her questions meant to discover information that could prove harmful ? she was no stranger to those that painted a friendly face only to stab you in the back, but the genuine feeling she got from the lady was simple interest. she didn't mind sharing parts of herself, even if she still kept some secrets under lock and key. the compliments help, and lux is thankful for the words. if only the high lady knew that her adjustment only came in part due to who she was as a human, lux doubted many princesses came into faerie. " thank you, my lady. i shall have to explore more, when time permits, of course. " she did have a job, after all. lux's loyalty to the autumn court was currently one of the few things she could rely on. she listens to the words the high lady shares and tilts her head, torn between how she'd seen her father and how she watched the fae. it was difficult to understand, a kingdom with no king, but the human realms also did not have vastly different types of lands as the courts were. " what would stop from war with one another if no ruler sat above everything ? " she questions, genuinely curious if the high lady would answer honestly, or take her question as naivety. perhaps lux still had much to learn, but she did wish to understand her new home as best she could.

a nod comes from the red head at first, words forming to carefully craft an answer that did not give much away. while she'd been mostly open with alina, this was a secret she did not desire to share. " yes, many of the kingdoms have a king or queen with a range of nobility beneath them. there are no high rulers, though. that title seems to be special to prythian. " they had dukes and duchesses, lords and ladies the bottom of the hierarchy and often a title used as a simple pleasantry to one in some social standing. " some kingdoms have different structures, but mine did not. " nor would she imagine it would any time soon. would she hear otherwise in her new longer life ? the thought of hearing of her family's demise sent a knot into her throat that lux had to swallow away. a small laugh slips from the former human, " it would be quite rude of high lord suho to deny the request of a high lady. " she admits, and wonders if the woman meant it. lux still tries to remember that this woman is a stranger, and could have ulterior motives, but she's been so kind it is difficult to hang onto that sentiment. " once upon a time i was described as emotional and reckless. my brothers hated it, but also enjoyed riling me up. " being the baby of seven had been a rather interesting experience. lux's eyes widen at the offer, but she blinks to wash the surprise off her face and instead show a smile. " i would enjoy that quite a bit, lady alina. "

#( 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐫. ) * interactions #𝗥𝗘. alina & lux

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Trust the abyss - a Baldur's Gate 3 backstory. Ch. 4 Haunting riffs of a vazhan-do pierced the air accompanied by the sharp vocals of a deathsinger – drow bards whose vocals could command the undead if they so chose.

Tonight, however, this vocalist was entertaining rowdy crowds of guards from the various noble houses of Menzoberranzan at a tavern located on the fringes of the bazaar.

It was called the Jewel Box and Dinin had never been anywhere like it before.

He had never been this drunk before either.

Kelzt and Masryn had insisted on dragging him out of House Darketh’s perimeters and into the noisy crowded streets of the heart of the spider city.

Before House Do’Urden fell, the former elder-boy had only visited the bazaar on rare occasions when his Matron Mother had required him to. He had never been permitted to drink. Even after joining Bregan D’aerthe, he had only ever indulged in a few drinks with the band’s leader Jarlaxle. He preferred to keep his mind sharp and sober but going undercover as a guard within Darketh, his first mission as a houseless rogue, he was expected to play the part.

It would be suspicious if he refused to drink with the two guards that had decided to befriend him.

He didn’t know how much algae ale they’d be able to polish back.

So here he was, five ales deep, being dragged into a brothel by two drow he hardly knew.

“Don’t scowl so much, Dinyrr, you’ll scare the whores away,” laughed Kelzt as they’d stepped through the door. “I’d say a brush with death is a perfect reason to wet one’s blade somewhere other than the belly of a hook horror.”

Masryn chortled from beside him. “Maybe that’s what he wants – have you ever been to a whorehouse before? I’ve heard Gracklestugh has several.”

“I’ve no need of whorehouses,” Dinin replied coolly as they took a seat at a stalagmite table, the alcohol softened the usual edge of his voice.

Kelzt’s own laugh reverberated through the cavern as he motioned a serving slave over.

“We’ll take a bottle of sul-paga here,” he said to an older dwarven woman who had been around long enough to not bother flashing her eyes in an alluring manner. She simply nodded and wandered back towards the bar.

The Jewel Box was filled with tables made of stalagmites, twisting upwards with slate tops. Stone benches on either side accommodated guests who wanted to sit.

It was lit by faerie fire, candles and glowing blue fungi wound its way around various stalactites that protruded down from the ceiling giving the place a very ethereal feel.

Kelzt rubbed his hands together as he looked around the room.

“We got here just in time,” he said. “Narbondel has only just died and that means the artists will be coming down soon.”

Dinin cocked an eyebrow.

“Artists?” He tried not to roll his eyes. “Why are they called artists?”

Masryn snorted.

“Why do you think? They are trained in the arts of sexual pleasure,” the young drow emphasized the first part of the word for effect, waggling his white brows up and down.

Dinin ran his fingers through his shoulder-length hair anxiously. He needed another drink.

His hopes were soon answered as the dwarven woman returned with three glasses and a large bottle of sul-paga.

The crisp, distilled scent of the alcohol pricked the hairs up on the back of his neck as he watched Kelzt pour the clear liquid into his cup.

Masryn drank his own glass deeply, scrunching his face up. Dinin had only drank wine when he lived in House Do’Urden and he tried desperately not to make a face as the sul-paga burned his throat on the way down.

Sputtering, he wiped a gloved hand across his lips.

Kelzt watched the two younger drow, mirth shining in his dark red eyes as he casually sipped his own drink.

“Ah, youth rushes into everything – sul paga is to sip lads, it is made of the finest sul roots this side of the Underdark.”

The music took a frantic toll as the singer began the first verses of the beginning of Tornan’s Guts – a common song in Menzoberrazan though Dinin was not familiar with the words.

Chants and hymns to Lloth were all he knew of music. He found his foot tapping to the rhythm of the vahzan-do while a table next to them burst out singing loudly and offkey.

O’ Tornan was a great warrior indeed

The greatest warrior did Menzoberranzan ever see

A bell rang out above the singing, Dinin followed Masryn and Kelzt’s gaze at it shifted towards a staircase at the back of the room.

He took another swig of sul-paga as he watched silk-clad figures make their way down the stairs and mingle with the tables.

Much to Dinin’s dismay, his scowl did not in fact keep the whores away.

A surface elf slave with long red hair twined her way over to their table and sat down beside Masryn.

The last time he had been this close to a surface elf, he had inadvertently witnessed his family’s doom as his brother failed to please Lloth by killing one.

She spoke Undercommon quite well, he supposed, but he could not bring himself to find her attractive.

Masryn however had fallen under the enchantment of her tinkling laughter. She clutched a glass of dark liquor in one hand and used the other to brush away a strand of hair from the younger drow’s face.

“I personally don’t understand the appeal,” said Kelzt, watching the surface elf lead Masryn from the table. “Our young friend however appears to have a liking for pale flesh albeit a sadistic pleasure – here, anything goes as long as you don’t mark their faces.

It’s a pleasure house yes but it’s also a place where men are freely allowed to take out any emotion on a female.”

Dinin scoffed, “Surface females don’t matter.”

“Aye but it’s not just surface females here – there are drow ones as well, low-cast but drow,” Kelzt replied. “Master Dro pays a pretty penny to the council to keep the place in operation.”

The older drow explained how he thought the Matron Mother’s figured if there was a place the common guards could blow off steam it would make them more pliable.

“I’ve heard from our weapons master himself that Matron of Darketh pays the tab here for us idiots to keep us in line,” he continued. “If keeping me in line means all the paga and ale I can drink and a warm place to lay my cock then I’m all for it.”

“I could think of worse things I suppose,” Dinin swirled the clear liquid in his glass pensively. He watched a human female take off her top across the room with mild interest. Peals of laughter rang out from behind their table as a slender male drow clothed in a silk robe poured wine down a guard’s throat.

“It appears they cater to all tastes here,” He shifted in his seat to face Kelzt again. The alcohol was making his face warm or was it the atmosphere which was becoming slowly more debaucherous.

Kelzt nodded his head and took another drink.

He stole a priestess’s virginity

The scandalous line of Tornan’s Guts rang out above the din. Some of the crowd cheered and Dinin glanced over his shoulder, fearing the sting of a snake-headed whip.

Feeling none, the tension in his shoulders released. Old habits died hard.

For this Lloth could not forget

Tornan would have to pay his debt

She put a toll upon his soul

Kelzt had begun to sing along, periodically punching the air with the hand holding his glass, grinning.

A small smile tugged at the corner of Dinin’s lip as he watched the merrymaking a scene quite unfamiliar to him.

“Don’t you find it kind of funny that we’re singing a song about a man who was killed for defiling a woman at a place where men come to defile women?” Dinin asked, raising his voice over the chaos.

Kelzt laughed.

“The irony is not lost on me, young one.”

Suddenly a young male slid in between the two of them.

“Why Kelzt, I thought you had forgotten me,” the newcomer’s voice was smooth. His head was shaved on either side leaving a disheveled white strip of hair – black orbs for eyes that glittered in the candlelight of the table.

Dinin begrudgingly shifted to make room for Kelzt’s friend. The boy had a pleasing enough face and a cocky air about him.

“Ah, Naxir, how could I forget about you, you bring an old warrior so much joy,” Kelzt slid his arm around the younger drow.

“Such sweet words,” Naxir laughed and turned to fix Dinin in his stare. “Hello, who is this treat? Will he be joining us this evening?”

Kelzt laughed and shook his head while Dinin felt his cheeks burn. It had been sometime since he had indulged in the carnal pleasures of flesh and while Naxir was attractive, the thought of seeing the older soldier rutting didn’t interest him at all.

“I think I’ll pass this time,” he poured himself another drink and let his gaze wander as he halfheartedly listened to the old warrior flirt with the handsome young drow.

Tornan’s Guts had ended, and the bard seemed to be taking the crowd in the direction of a sensual macabre tune.

A familiar laugh rang out and Dinin noticed Taztar, the patrol leader of his squad, sitting two tables to the side of them with some other guards from House Darketh.

A slender figure in a short, flowing red dress was gyrating before them, unbound hair illuminated by faerie fire.

“Come closer, girl,” he heard Taztar growl and watched as the girl obeyed. Her skin was not as dark as Dinin’s and as she moved closer to the candlelit table, he could tell her hair was a dark silvery colour.

Suddenly one of the guards’ arms shot out and poured a mug of ale over her head. “Get out of here half-breed, you can tell Dro that I want the real drow tonight.”

Laughter exploded from the table as Taztar said, “We all want a real drow tonight lads.”

Dinin watched intently as the girl’s hand clenched at her side, the shocked look on her face quickly replaced by anger and she swung her fist, a soft thud as it connected with the guard’s face. Just as quickly as it happened, Taztar reached out and grabbed the girls arm and pulled her in roughly.

He couldn’t make out what the patrol leader said before shoving the girl backwards.

Impressed, he watched as she strode toward his table, delicate brows furrowed as she fought to keep a smile on her face.

As she passed, he found himself drawn to her – her delicate features belaying the scowl she was trying not to show.

He watched her enter a door near the back and come back out again with a white-haired female drow. They parted and for a moment he watched the new girl saunter over to Taztar’s table.

It was then he realized that Kelzt and his friend had left him alone. At least they had left him the bottle, but he cursed as he went to pour himself a drink.

What in the hells was he going to do now, wait for them to finish rutting?

Sipping his drink, he glanced about for the girl with the dark hair again when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

He was mortified to see it was her.

“You’re staring at me.” Her voice was terse. “Do you see something that you like?”

Her arms were crossed causing the curves of her breast to peek up from the low cut of her dress.

“Yes – I mean, no, I’m not here to …” His words caught on his tongue as she glared at him.

She rolled her eyes. “That’s what they all say at first.”

“Well, I can guarantee you that I’m not like they,” he said. “And I’m not here looking for sex.”

“Let me guess, you probably have no problem picking up women – or men, whichever you prefer,” the girl sat down beside him and propped her cheek up with her hand.

Her eyes swept him up and down, assessing him. He leaned back in his seat fixing her with his own cool stare.

“Whichever I prefer depends on many things – why did you punch that guard, surely you’re lucky to not be injured,” he asked, truly curious.

To his surprise, she laughed, a strange melodic chuckle that made him want to laugh with her though he knew not why – probably the blasted sul-paga Kelzt had fed him.

Still he poured himself and the girl a glass.

“Hrazzra is an idiot, he comes here every tenday, my master hates him, but he likes Taztar’s money,” the girl paused, accepting the glass of liquor. “Besides, Taztar will make me pay for it later but it’s nothing I haven’t felt before.

“The trick is to make yourself numb and you don’t feel anything anymore.”

She emptied the glass with one smooth gulp without making a face. Dinin followed suit but was unable to keep the look of disgust off his face over the taste of the alcohol.

The girl laughed again.

“I prefer the taste of mushroom wine if I’m being perfectly honest,” he chuckled. “This stuff tastes like how the cleaners smell.”

“Mushroom wine – you have rich tastes for a common soldier.”

The alcohol had loosened his guard and he cursed himself inwardly.

“I have only been so fortunate that my former master would allow me wine after a victory in the slave pits of Graklestugh,” he attempted damage control, and briefly explained his backstory to the girl who watched his eyes intently as he told of how he was fortunate to be sold to House Darketh of Menzoberranzan.

“Well, former melee master of Gracklestugh, I bet I can find us some mushroom wine, stay where you are.”

The music remained at a mournful pace as she picked her way through the crowd towards the bar where the older dwarven lady polished the too-smooth slate.

It had been hours since Narbondel died and the number of patrons in the bar seemed to be getting less and less.

Dinin looked over to see that another surface elf had joined the white-haired drow girl at the patrol leader’s table. Only Taztar and two other soldiers remained and were tossing coins at the girls as they writhed on one another atop the stalagmite table.

“Noril and Alunira are very beautiful aren’t they,” Dinin almost jumped as the girl whispered in his ear, sitting back down beside him.

He turned to look at her and noticed she was grinning holding two large bottles of mushroom wine.

“I don’t have any fancy glasses, ussta zhennu sargitlan, but this is not a fancy place, we could drink it right from the bottle if we wished.” To emphasize her point, she uncorked a bottle and drank deeply, a little drip of liquid glowed green as it spilled from the corner of her lips.

He tried to hide the grin as she playfully called him my great warrior in high drow. For a slave, she was brazen and he found he liked talking to her.

“High drow, that’s an awfully rich language for a common slave,” he said, taking a swig of the wine, feeling almost sacrilegious drinking it straight from the bottle.

Her laugh was infectious as she snagged the bottle back from him, raising her eyebrows and cocking her head to the side.

She brought the tip of the bottle playfully to her lips before drinking then leaned forward to whisper in his ear.

“Maybe we both have … secrets,” her lips grazed his earlobe as she pulled away and offered him the wine coyly.

Flustered but intrigued, he changed the topic to mushroom wine and how it wasn’t as noble a drink as one might think as it was fermented from the most common fungi but as he was trying to cover up that the wine was made from mushrooms that had never seen any form of light, it was a highly arduous process, and she was nodding as if she believed him even though her eyes told him she didn’t, Taztar stumbled over to their table.

His breath reeked of ale.

“Ah, Dinyrr, I never expected to see you here – I didn’t know the house paid for slave soldiers to drink and fuck,” he slurred as he stood over them. “I see you’ve met my girl – Tavari – she may be a half-bred but she’s quite beautiful to look at.”

He gruffly grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look up at him. Her gaze steeled over.

“Yes patrol leader, she’s quite nice,” Dinin forced himself to play his part, as this common man’s lesser when he could easily slice out Taztar’s tongue and present it to Jarlaxle.

“Indeed she is and I think she’s quite done talking with you – it’s time for her to repay her folly in punching Hrazzra, don’t you think?

"We’ll take that extra bottle of mushroom wine as well, Tavari will need the extra help tonight.”

He made a show of knocking over the almost empty bottle they had been sharing. Dinin ground his teeth.

“Come girl,” he wrenched her up from her seat. Her face paled in the candlelight, she looked disheartened.

Suddenly, Dinin rose from his seat and grabbed Taztar by the shoulder.

“The girl stays with me,” he said, the alcohol he consumed wouldn’t allow the slight of this mere man – this third patrol leader of the 35th house of Menzoberranzan taking away his enjoyment.

The bard, whose interest had been piqued by the exchange began to play a new tune he had been commissioned to write. A song that would surely get the males blood up as it told the tale of the destruction of a noble house.

The fall of House Do’Urden.

Taztar laughed and shrugged off Dinin’s hand.

“I’ll have you killed,” he sneered, not letting go of the girl’s wrist.

As the singer began to sing of Lloth forsaking a once ancient and noble house, Dinin noticed the words of the song, speaking of Zin-Carla, Malice’s folly and a wayward son.

“The girl is with me tonight,” he growled., stepping in front of of the solider.

“Are you stupid? Did you hear what I said – I’ll have you killed and if not, the weapons master will have you sacrificed to Lloth for breaking the chain of command,” Taztar replied, dropping the girl’s hand and clenching his own into a fist.

Their faces were inches from each other, Dinin breathed heavily, egged on by the song.

“You’re nothing – you worthless,” Taztar’s slew of insults were cut short by the crack of Dinin’s fist against his jaw.

The thicker drow swung back catching Dinin in the lip, splitting it open. He tried to grab Dinin but the former master of melee magthere’s reflexes were quick as he swept to the side. He wasn’t a fist fighter as some were but his swift blows fueled by alcohol and rage were enough to fell the shorter drow to the ground.

The bard remained impassive and kept singing. Those left sitting around the tables cheered and promptly resumed drinking. Dinin’s heart was pounding. How dare there be a song about the fall of Do’Urden. He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes for a moment. He had potentially blown his cover for his mission. What would Jarlaxle do to him? He opened his eyes to see the girl, whose name was Tavari, stand up from kneeling over the prone form of Taztar. Her fingertips looked for a second as if they had glowed.

“Come with me,” she said, picking up the bottle of wine from the ground.

She grabbed his hand, he jolted back to reality at the physical touch.

“Taztar won’t remember anything,” she assured him as she led him up the stairs. “But, let’s get out of here before Master Dro sees him on the floor.”

“You really knocked him out,” the girl giggled as she led him past rooms filled with moans. He followed her down a dark windowless hallway, lit sporadically by candles.

She opened the door to the last room on the left, lit a candle – did she use a match? Dinin wasn’t sure. The adrenaline was beginning to wear off and the alcohol was beginning to make him feel a little nauseous.

“Thank you for what you did back there, by the way, Taztar is awful, I hate him,” she crossed her legs as she sat down on the bed.

“I can assure you from working with him that I hate him as well. He allowed half of our latest patrol to be slaughtered by hook horrors,” Dinin replied, sitting beside the girl on the thin mattress. “We haven’t properly introduced ourselves, my name is Din-in-yrrr.” He almost stumbled out his real name. “Dinyrr, it’s Dinyrr. My apologies, I don’t usually drink this much.” He was embarrassed to note that he was almost slurring his own words.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Din-nin-yrr, my name is Tavari and I am always drunk,” the girl chuckled but the laugh didn’t reach her eyes.

“Just Dinyrr is fine, and you shouldn’t drink so much, it’s not good for the mind. A mind like yours is only diminished by liquor,” he sloppily scolded her.

“That’s very sweet,” she replied. “Now, you have me up here – you said I’m yours tonight, what would you wish of me?”

She began to slide off the thin red fabric that barely covered her lithe form, but Dinin stopped her muttering shhh.

“You don’t need to do that,” he said. “Let’s just finish this troublesome bottle of wine.”

He helped pull the dress back over her head. The girl, Tavari looked shocked then laughed, deep from her soul, her eyes gleaming in the candlelight. He couldn’t help but join her – he couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed so much.

“What do you want to just talk?” She asked playfully. “I’ve never had a man nor woman ever buy me just to talk. It’s not normal.”

“I’m not normal,” he replied slurrishly, with a grin passing her back the bottle of wine.

She nodded her agreement.

“What do you want to talk about?” She shifted closer to him, propping her cheek on her hand as she had earlier that night.

“Memories,” he replied, looking out the window, the streets of the bazaar were quiet this deep into Narbondel’s death.

“Good or bad,” she asked.

“Are there such things as good memories?” He countered, turning to look back at her again with a wry smile.

“Not really,” she shrugged.

They continued to pass the bottle back and forth, each sharing their own cryptic stories, edging towards truths they could never share with one another.

The last thing Dinin’s half-blurred vision noted as the two laid facing each other on the threadbare mattress was the colour of her eyes as Narbondel’s first light filtered through the small window.

Orange, like the flame of a candle. https://archiveofourown.org/works/33301066/chapters/84017953

#forgotten realms #baldur's gate 3 #fanfic #menzoberranzan #mc: tavari #drow ocs #half drow #am writing #writer #fanfiction #tw: violence #dinin do’urden #drow #long post #trust the abyss #these two ...#be living rent free in my head

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rosesnink · 4 years ago

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Meet Joanna Mills

About Joanna

Full Name: Joanna Feyre Anissa Julia Devonne Celestia Crochane d’Laufessie Foredale

Meaning behind the name: Named after the tragic queen, Joanna of Castile

Birthday: 12th of April of 1796

Status: Alive, immortal

Nickname: JoJo (by her mother) Jo (by Thomas)

Age: 20

Parents: Vincent Foredale (father, deceased) Odessa Crochane (unknown)

Sibling(s): Harry Foredale (half-brother) Edmund Marlcaster (adoptive brother) Theresa Sutton (sister-in-law) Briar Daly (sister-in-law)

Further family: Nya Crochane (aunt) Nene Crochane (aunt) Fabian Crochane (uncle) Niklaus Crochane (uncle) Mikael Crochane (cousin) Freya Crochane (cousin) Guinivere Crochane (cousin) Fenris Crochane (cousin) *All of them are OCs

How old they appear: 20, 36 as in 2021

Weight: 154 ibs, 70 kg

Skin type: Fair

Religion: Polytheist

Sexuality: Bisexual

Hair color and lenght: Redheaded, goes two feet under her back

Taste in clothes: Bold, revealing

Music: Classical (such as Tchaikovsky, Mozart, Vivaldi, Shostakovich, Enaudi, ...)

Good habits: Hardworking, observant, witty

Bad habits: Cutting, prideful, sensitive, easy to anger and annoy

Guilty pleasure: Gossip magazines (in regency eras just as in modern era)

Hobbies: Horseback riding, swordfighting, reading, singing, painting, sewing, dancing, writing

Deepest fear: Dying in vain

Love interest: Thomas Coleman (deceased) Ernest Sinclaire, Hamid Osmanoglu, Luke Harper, Annabelle Parsons

Child(ren): TBD

Powers: Witchcraft, faerie magic, werewolf abilities, vampirism, merperson magic

Species: Goddess of the Peace

Actual residence: The Palace of the Circle, Dracarian Empire

Profession: Empress of the Dracarian Empire

Allies: The Dracarian Empire, Kingdom of Lamrian, Empire of Neropolis, Monks of Arboria, Republic of Selenia, Free State of Nebulia, Holy Priests of the Sacred Forests, House Romanov, House of Saxe-Couburg, House Bourbon, House of Edgewater, various Indigenous tribes, Ernest Sinclaire, Hamid Osmanoglu, Annabelle Parsons, Luke Harper, Queen Charlotte of England, House of Edgewater, Founding House of Crochane

Enemies: Elias Bernhill, Tristan Richards, Gideon Payne

Background Backstory:

Joanna was conceived under the hope of bringing peace and ending the wars in Panzuria. There was a big war between all the supernatural factions, but the ones who got into battle were the: vampires, witches, werewolves, mermaids and faeries. It was a war that lasted during 400 years: slaughter, hunger, death, commitment against humanity and other supernatural factions... All the horrible things were made. Maids were violently accosted, children were sent to war, witches had divided because of politics, vampires were tortured in the sun... A complete mass of death. During the last 10 years of war, the elders of each faction reunited and discussed how to bring peace to this world. Mary was born in 1022. It was in the middle of the 1700s when Odessa’s's father suggested to create someone powerful enough to hold the war forever and bring peace to the combating war. Odessa was 690 something years. He offered his daughter to remove her immortality for a while, give her to a human family and the task to look for the perfect man to conceive her baby. They all agreed. The agreement of the creation of a God was made. During that decade, Odessa walked on earth with the Mills family, a family that was a secret advocate of the supernatural world: Mr. Mills was a retired Nighthunter. She met Vincent and soon they conceived Joanna. She told them that it was time before everything went down. Soon, all the leaders of the supernatural factions came to court to give the future heir their blood. Syringes of the blood were injected in her womb: Gaius, Lord Elric, King Apollo of the Wizards and Witches, the Queen's husband, King Neptune the XIII of the Mermaids and Mermen and Ebezener, Alpha Supreme of the werewolves. They all swore that they'd protect the heir and God of Peace and teach them everything about each world. On Odessa’s seventh month of pregnancy, they injected each of the king’s blood as a gift to the child, so it’d become a powerful creature, a God. A sixbred. But everything went down. The treaty was divided when Joanna was born, for many thought that a woman wasn't strong enough to carry such role and many other feared of the mortals' wrath on Odessa and how bad things went down to Earth. The elders packed the necessary to Odessa to raise her daughter as a half-blood until it all sorted out.

During the series:

Joanna is now a beautiful, powerful twenty year old woman, but her life has been a tragic one: she had lost two years ago her fiancé and now her mother. Before her death, she told her about her father, the Earl of Edgewater, begging her to go to him: it was predestinated, after all, that they’d meet.

A month later, she travels to London in the ‘pursuit of a husband’, but that is all a façade: someone is plotting her death and is after her. She must find this asassin before they can do any more harm not just to Joanna’s world, but the human world too. Thankfully, the Goddesses have placed four people on her path as her protectors and who’ll help her to defeat one of the most dangerous necromancer in the world.

After the series:

TBD

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nah-she-didnt · 4 years ago

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Surprise! A Jily multi-chapter for your consideration

Hey y’all!

I had this idea today, wrote all this down, and proof read it exactly one (1) time. So we’ll see how this whole multi-chapter-thing goes, but I’ll likely be building the plane as I fly it. Please enjoy Chapter 1 of my new fic, Spirits and Bones, based loosely on “Ivy” by Taylor Swift. CW: Brief rape mention, not explicit

Also read on AO3!

Spirits And Bones

Chapter 1: The Hawthorne

Lily knew there was no magic in this place.

She could always feel magic before she could see it. She felt the vibrations on her fingertips, the electricity beneath her bare feet on hallowed ground. Magic was light, intense. This house, however, sat heavily upon the earth. Nothing buzzed beneath her feet as she stood and looked up at its high walls. She could see the window sills were still covered in heavy snow from last night’s storm.

“Come, now.” Petunia seized her above the elbow and marched her toward the front door. Her dress itched her arm beneath her sister’s hand. It was new, deep green silk and trimmed with braided bronze fabric. Petunia deemed the color acceptable against Lily’s pale complexion. “We may as well try to make the most of it,” Petunia had huffed, glaring at Lily’s deep red hair. Red hair was generally regarded as unlucky, and Petunia was sure that it would prevent Lily from making a proper match.

Their father trailed behind his daughters. He didn’t speak, but Lily thought she saw him flinch when Petunia grabbed her arm. He had a gentle heart, she knew, but he was a weak man. Far too weak to stand up for her now.

Lily felt her sense of dread grow as they marched toward the oak front door of the house. This was never supposed to be her future. Her mother had taught her to read, write, and heal before the age of six. Lily was supposed to become a proper healer and perhaps, one day, marry if she chose. As the youngest daughter of a wealthy man she had options. Now that she was the youngest daughter of a poor former lord she was only a burden.

Petunia knocked, and the family waited in silence for someone to appear at the door. A small girl in a simple black dress, her hair tucked into a bonnet, answered and bade them enter. The house was certainly larger than an average cottage but seemed contradictory. Fine tapestries lined walls made of dilapidated old stones. There were expensive-looking trinkets displayed on every surface, but the place had a musty smell to it. This, Lily supposed, was the trouble with coming into new money. There was enough to decorate your home so that it appeared impressive, but not enough to truly live as the wealthy lived.

The girl led them down the hall and into a large room lit with torches. Ominous-looking paintings of sour men grimaced down at them from above. “My master will be with ye’ soon,” squeaked the girl, and she left the room.

Lily wasn’t sure what to do now. Should she sit and arrange herself into a pleasing pose on one of the chairs? Should she stand by the fireplace? No, Petunia would probably say that the firelight would only exacerbate her already unfortunate hair. She compromised by standing between her father and sister, trying to look more confident than she felt.

The door banged open and Lily jumped. A tall, mean-faced man stood in the doorway. He had long, lank, jet-black hair that fell into his black eyes. His clothes looked expensive, but not well cared for. She noticed a burn on his collar as if he had let ash from his pipe burn away the fabric there.

The man strode into the room, followed by a boy around her age. He too had long dark hair that looked unwashed, but he didn’t look hard like his father. He looked frightened.

“So,” said the older man, as he shook Lily’s father’s hand, “how are you, Bartholomew?”

“I am well, Tobias” said her father, who looked as if he were also trying to exude confidence where he had none, “this is my daughter, Lady Petunia Dursley.”

“Charming girl,” Tobias took her sister’s hand and kissed it, “I’ve done business with your husband, Lady. A fine gentleman.”

Petunia beamed. “Your acquaintance with my husband does not surprise me,” she simpered, batting her eyelids, “he trades with all the most noble men in the country.”

The man let out a mirthless, booming laugh. “Oh, my dear, you flatter me. And this,” he said, pushing his son forward, “Is my son, Severus. Say hello, boy.”

“‘Lo,” Snape muttered, not looking at Lily.

His father nudged him hard in the shoulder, “Louder, so the lady can hear you. It’s never too early for a wife to learn to heed her husband’s words, am I correct, Bartholomew?”

Lily’s father produced a tight-lipped smile in response. Lily felt her face burn.

“Now,” Tobias growled, as if he had just noticed that Lily was in the room, “this must be your youngest. Shame my own wife lives and that this flower is to be given to my son.”

Petunia laughed. Lily felt like she might be sick.

“You honor me, my lord,” she said through gritted teeth. She knew she had to appease the father if she was to marry the son.

He leered at her for a moment more, then turned back to her father. “Right,” he said, rubbing his hands together eagerly, “I believe we have some business to attend to. Come, step into my study and we can finalize the arrangement. I believe your daughter can serve as chaperone for the time being. Not that they’ll need a chaperone much longer, ha!” And with that, Tobias motioned for her father to follow him out of the hall. Her father gave Lily one apologetic look, then left the room.

Lily, Petunia, and Severus stood in silence for a moment.

“Shall we sit?” Severus gestured awkwardly to the chairs in front of the fire. Desperate for something to do, Lily followed him. The chair was intricately decorated but uncomfortable, and she tried to arrange her hands in her lap like she’d seen other ladies do.

Petunia sat stiff as a board in her chair. “So, Severus,” Petunia sniffed, “what do you intend to do for an occupation when you and my sister marry?”

Severus looked surprised that Petunia had spoken so frankly. “I plan to manage the land that belongs to my father while I learn his trade. He trades luxury goods to nobbles.”

Petunia pursed her lips, and Lily could tell that she was trying to hide her displeasure. “Lovely. Doesn’t that sound lovely, Lily?”

“Yes, very lovely” said Lily quickly, “where is this land, Severus?” Where is the land where I will spend the rest of my depressing life, she wanted to say.

Snape motioned towards the wall lined with windows. “Just over the hill there, we’ll still be close to my father.”

“Oh. Good.” She forced herself to smile, but she felt hopelessness begin to close in. This could not be her life.

“The house is modest, but not uncomfortable,” he looked slightly embarrassed now, “father says that if I learn his trade I may one day knock it down and build a grander house. A castle, maybe.”

Lily smiled and nodded as if this idea pleased her. All she could think about was getting out of this itchy dress.

They sat in silence for several long minutes. Lily felt her thoughts drift back to her mother. The elders in her town said that her mother, Isadora, was the daughter of faeries, that she knew the ways of old magic. It had caused a minor scandal when Isadora had married Lily’s father. She didn’t come from money, and her father had been a wealthy and influential man back then. He always said that he married her mother for love, not for advantage. This had always been Isadora’s plan for Lily as well. Petunia dreamed of a good match ever since she was a little girl, but Lily had magic in her bones.

Her mother had noticed Lily’s magic one day as they walked through the woods together. Lily remembered that she had grown hot under her blue child’s dress and tugged at her sleeves and collar. Her mother had asked her what was wrong. Lily replied that the air around her pricked at her skin.

Ever since that day Isadora taught her daughter to recognize signs of magic in the earth. They walked into the forest and pressed their palms to tree trunks to feel the vibrations beneath the surface. They let water rush over their feet until Lily could trace the stream’s progress over the rounded stones in the riverbed. And, most importantly, Isadora had taught her to heal.

The doors banged open again. Tobias and her father strode into the room, Tobias roaring with laughter over some unknown joke.

“Cozy, are we?” Tobias smirked down at Lily and Severus. She saw Severus’ sallow skin flush with embarrassment.

“We will return in one week for the ceremony,” Lily’s father extended a hand to Tobias. He shook it vigorously.

“Yes, soon these lovebirds won’t have to wait anymore to be husband and wife. I’m sure you are both thrilled, are you not?”

Neither Lily or Severus spoke. Petunia poked Lily hard in the back so Tobias couldn’t see.

“Yes, thrilled, my lord.” She hoped that she wouldn’t have to sound this disingenuous for the rest of her life.

The ceremony was not a grand affair. Only Lily, Severus, and their immediate families attended. Lily read vows off a scrap of paper written in her sister’s hand. They had been the vows that Petunia used when she married Vernon. The words made Lily want to jump into a well.

After the ceremony Severus showed her to their new home. It was a small stone cottage with two floors, a dusty kitchen, and a small space for a garden outside. It was grim, Lily couldn’t lie to herself, but she supposed there were worse circumstances in which to live. At least she had a view of the pasture of sheep from her sitting room window. The only thing that truly enchanted her about the house were the tendrils of ivy that covered the walls from ground to sky. The branches snaked so thick across the stones that Lily could hardly see the blue-gray bricks beneath.

The wedding night was, mercifully, brief. Severus fumbled for her in the dark for a few moments while she lay as still as possible. She should be grateful, she supposed, that he did not have his father’s strength or appetite. He seemed timid to touch her, as if she was made of glass and would break at any moment. This did not, however, stop him from consummating the marriage.

She spent a few days exploring the grounds around the house. Severus spent most of his days with his father, so Lily traipsed through the growing snow banks that blanketed the fields and forest. For three days she felt no magic. The trees here seemed as dead as the big house had felt. But then, on the fourth day after her wedding, Lily felt something.

As she approached the expanse of forest at the edge of their property she ground beneath her feet grow warm. It was hard to tell through the thick snow boots she wore, so she removed her shoes and stood with her feet planted firmly on the ground. The snow felt unnaturally warm to the touch, as if she stood on sun-baked sand not frozen water.

She took a step forward and winced, withdrawing her foot from the frozen earth. She turned west and stepped again, this time feeling warmth once more. She meandered like this for a while, leaving an unpredictable pattern of footsteps behind her as she pursued the magic. After about an hour Lily noticed that her neck ached. She had been so busy watching the ground around her that she hadn’t bothered to look up.

Lily raised her head and gasped. She found herself in a clearing in the woods, surrounded by an unnaturally-perfect circle of trees. In the clearing’s dead center stood a lone Hawthorne tree. Lily recognized the tree’s branches as a Hawthorne from her studies with her mother. Legend said that Hawthornes were the doorway between the magical and mortal worlds. Most mortal people did not trust them. Farmers often ignored Hawthornes that stood in their fields, refusing to cut them down to make room for livestock, lest they anger the faeries that lived there.

Lily knew better than to fear a Hawthorne tree, but she still kept a safe distance. She could just make out a group of strange markings carved into the trunk. No mortal would dare to mark a Hawthorne tree…

She took a step forward, feeling the warmth grow once more beneath her feet. Suddenly, she heard a loud snapping of branches, and nearly jumped out of her own skin. She whirled around to find the culprit.

An enormous, magnificent stag loomed between two trees surrounding the clearing. His coat was chestnut brown, and the tops of his antlers stood at least ten feet off the ground. The stag looked at her curiously, his head tilted to one side as if he had never seen anything like her before. Perhaps he hadn’t, she thought, she wasn’t sure how populated these woods were. Suddenly she felt nervous, those antlers looked like they were more than capable of ripping through her flesh if the stag felt threatened.

Lily held up her hands in front of her placatingly. “I’m sorry,” she said in a loud, clear voice, “I’ll leave now.” Why on earth was she speaking to a stag as if he could understand her?

The stag huffed and pawed the ground nervously. She backed away, hands still raised, but to her surprise the stag followed her. He approached her slowly until he was directly in front of her, then lowered his magnificent head. Somehow she knew what the stag wanted from her.

She reached out a trembling hand and placed her palm between the stag’s eyes. She felt a jolt run through her and flinched, yanking her hand back in surprise. The stag gave her one last knowing look and turned to gallop away into the trees.

#Jily au #Jily fic #multi-chapter #spirits and bones #nina writes #Lily arranged marriage to snape #CW: rape mention #jily slowburn

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genderqueerpond · 1 year ago

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okay. okay. listen. I know this is trans icon against trans icon but you GOTTA know just how iconic AJA is before making a call.

so!!!

Alexander James Adams, the man the myth the legend:

Once upon a time, before he could even live, a boy was spirited away to faerieland and a girl changeling was left, illusorily, in his place.

This changeling grew up to be a fairly successful bard, and performed music at Ren Faires and the like for ~20 years. However, in 2006, "sidhe" (a word for the Fair Folk, pronounced exactly like "she") was faced with a conundrum: having recently come to understand her true nature, sidhe was tired, and wanted to go back to faerieland where sidhe really belonged.

So the changeling released three albums in the course of a single year, all of them chock-full of trans metaphors and trans angst, and made plans.

Meanwhile, the boy she had replaced was still locked in Faerieland and discovering that he really really wanted a chance to.... exist.

So he challenged the faerie queen to a fiddle duel, ultimately proving himself worthy and capable of inheriting and enchanted music career started by one of the faerie realm's own, and earning the right to return to the real world, at last taking his rightful place as a Real Boy.

As soon, of course, as the changeling stepped out of his place. Which sidhe did at the end of what was billed as a "farewell concert", explaining that sidhe would be going away to faerieland because sidhe had a long held wish that needed granting. There was a price that sidhe was willing to pay, but don't worry because the music would return when the time was right. However things would not be the same, so the audience would have to look carefully to find the truth.

Then, this changeling, this faerie, this glamour and illusion or whatever sidhe was, walked off the stage. And was never ever seen again. Ever.

....

Six months later, Alexander James Adams appeared for the first time, declaring himself the heir of the previous artist, dubbing himself the Faerie Tale Minstrel, and explaining how he'd won his freedom from the faerie queen.

Having now absolutely baffled a crowd of mostly cis people in the year 2007, Alec proceeded to only clarify in personal conversations and not-very-accessible secret interviews, causing a flummoxed fanbase to eventually figure it out... or not. Despite new fans and being an absolute trans icon, he never regained even a quarter of the modest numbers that were there before. I think this is a crime.

Alec has gone on to live his best life, making more music, forming more bands, remaking previously released music by transforming into duets with his faerie shadow, all while radiating trans joy and being literal sunshine in human form, as he is still doing today, at 60.

I mean! Look at him!

So yeah. This man is a delight and an inspiration and a joy, he is an iconic trans elder, and he deserves the world.

Also, man, this song! The incredibly gentle way he sings "come lay back your head, it means nothing to me" the first time, and how the line rises in tension each time it comes back until the forceful way it's practically spat the last time.... I love him! I love his music! I love him!

Please vote Alexander James Adams he is my hero and ultimate role model

Round 3 Poll 13

Use My Fkn Pronouns：　「I first met Allegra on the bus in 8th grade. I thought they were cool, but I didn't approach them for a couple months because I couldn't figure out if they were a boy or a girl. When I finally did talk to them, they told me they were nonbinary and explained what that meant. They asked me why knowing their gender was so important to me that I was afraid to talk to them, and that question spurred a series of epiphanies that lead me to who I am today.

The conversation moved on. We giggled about how mad their mom was that an *allergy medication* of all things used the same name just a couple years after she had her baby. They told me that they were a guitarist and that someday they were gonna be a rockstar. I said that when it happens, people will finally think of the musician first and not the medication, and we cheered.

Being openly gay and trans in a red state is fucking daunting now, but it was even moreso a decade ago. Allegra was *the* out queer kid in our class. Having the grit to withstand that kind of social abuse while remaining a goofy and deeply kind person speaks to their character. They used their music to carve out a precedent for the classes below us: showing them a queer person can be out and well-liked and successful while still having personal boundaries. Even here.

Next month they'll be onstage performing at the biggest music festival in the state. The song I submitted is the flagship single from their second album. It's about how tiring it gets to have to ask for simple respect all day every day. It's at about 3,600 some streams on spotify now, which puts it above the stream limit. (I submitted Windmill, a personal favorite of mine off the same album, as a backup.)

I think Use My Fkn Pronouns should be included in this bracket because it represents my friend standing on a stage and singing out to thousands of people, in the face of a government that is actively trying to erase them, that their life and experiences have value. They're gonna stand up there and BE the role model we needed when we were kids, and they're gonna fucking rock while they do it.

Even if it doesn't win, I want everyone to know that I am so, so proud to be their friend.」

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Fang into Vein：　「okay listen.

Not only is this a chilling and beautiful song about vampires (the way he sings "it means nothing to me" the first time?! HOLY SHIT) it also is by someone so fantastic I don't have words for it.

So he is a Trans Elder TM, he is iconic for many reasons but most of all because he transitioned publicly in his mid 40s after having an established career and EXPLAINED THAT HE IS A CHANGELING, that a faerie had lived his life for him under a glamour while he the real boy had been kept in faerieland! It's the best metaphor of all time and he has stuck to it for 15 years no matter how much it baffles cis people. Also he is kind and thoughtful and if he were a spiritual leader I would follow him. Might be too popular for this bracket but this song only has 1.7k plays on youtube (I can't check spotify because I don't have a computer)... so, thank you for your consideration!」

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#ajaposting #if i'm honest this matchup is unfair #you got up and coming trans role model on one hand and current and past trans elder role model on the other

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