#nilla speaks

[fangedmetadevil]

Someone [@static-wyvern] decided to be bold and tag me in this, so here we are /lh

Made myself in this picrew, so now so should you. @madmud2730 @errorcritical @codenamejudas @transcendental-yiff-experience specifically, but also anyone else who's up for this. 🫵

[nillacakkes]

screaaaam i need to get this account up and going again ;v; it’s been too long!

[nillas-art-den]

HI I HOPE THIS ISNT WEIRD BUT I JUST WANTED TO SAY YOUR ARTS STYLE IS VERY COOL AND I WANT TO EAT IT OKAY BYE *RUNS*

HELLO NO THIS IS NOT WEIRD AT ALL. I CONSIDER SOMEONE WANTING TO EAT MY ART TO BE THE HIGHEST FORM OF COMPLIMENT.

SO THANK YOU ANON.

[cottonkandiskies]

DID is (for me in this moment)

Resenting a large portion of my fictives (including every one of my Magnus Archives fictives) because they remind me of my abuser, who had a lot of TMA fictives as well.

[vaniliens]

Wait why's everyone in the tags of that 'americans act like theyve never talked to anyone outside their country' post talking about how they probably havent ??? Brother you are missing the point

[scarapanna]

Do you need like uh.. band aides? Best I got are these-

"That's very kind of you, bu-"

"Oh don't you worry your little head about it~ Healing magic works like a charm after all! Buuuut I still want one, so I might as well take it. You wouldn't mind, right?"

"..."

[Follow up to this ask]

[skautism]

i bought a carton of apple juice at the coffee shop and instantly forgot about it and it’s in my pocket and i have apple juice hell yes

[makerofmadness]

Aight so. As promised (by that I mean: as the poll willed) here is: me rambling about design choices and stuff in my AU 'cus I dunno if people will ever ask me about any of this otherwise. (link to the post with all the AU designs)

Shadow Milk

His dress's diamond pattern was meant to kinda evoke stars in a dark night sky

His monocle is tinted yellow. Thought that would be a good sort-of parallel to PV's blue eye

Driftwood came up with the moon design on the bow

His hairstyle and other parts of his design were inspired by the silhouette of his pre-beast self

The bit of his hair that juts out is also somewhat of a moon

The choice for bows was kinda just because I thought it fit with his personality. Ostentatious.

Pure Vanilla

I already explained his flower after being asked

He's a pierrot <3

His face makeup is supposed to give him a subtle "crying" look. And yeah he's wearing face paint, you can still see his dough color on his hands.

Yeah his sleeves are huge. Driftwood was the real one who designed him just with my input on ideas just to be clear, but I do hope stuff like that makes him look "smaller" in more than one sense.

The black pupil shapes are meant to be like that one shape that's all over CRK you know the one it's like 'nilla's soul jam but with a fourth round part

His messy hair is a reference to his blueberry yogurt academy design

Mystic Flour

I was originally thinking her sword would just be generic because I imagine she doesn't really use it but driftwood gave it a cool design which is infinitely more based. Flour still does not really use it she's more a healer/commander than a fighter so it's more I guess symbolic is what I'd call it

The scar over her eye I imagine came from her first encounter with the dark cacao kingdom's wilderness

The dragons are actually in her necklace I imagine

Her design went through a long and arduous process because it turns out flour's sprite is just really hard to edit when you need to do anything with her arms lol

Her hair bun design was taken from another "redeemed flour" design driftwood made once. She said that the hair bun is meant to look like a dumpling bun

her and Cacao's soul jam shapes being mixed up was. Admittedly an error XD but hey it looks good-

Dark Cacao

The reason his eyes are all weird is because I thought the idea of him crying so much his eyecing ran permanently by the time the tears dried just felt like "video game lore" like it's something you'd read about in one of the split-second loading screens in the game or in his story bio. It just kinda came to me naturally, it felt right with the design- probably because it also resembles icicles.

His whole "bloom of apathy" thing is based on sugar blooming in chocolate. Have you ever eaten chocolate with sugar blooms before? The texture is all powdery and sad and it ends up tasting like disappointment (I am speaking from experience).

The clouds over his head are like the ones associated with Mystic Flour. Reference to the saying about having a dark/black cloud hanging over your head. (Expecting the worst to come/bad things to happen, having a pessimistic and/or negative mindset, etc.)

I call his sword the Ivory Blade. Idk if he'd call it anything in particular, to be honest. probably never cared to name it.

The white of his outfit isn't an even split as you can see with both sleeves; it tears up over his heart.

Originally he was gonna have two scarves and thank God driftwood vetoed that and gave him a cape instead because the second scarf would have not translated well into the sprite (I was going for something that would have referenced the black and white dragons but it would have looked silly in practice). She said the cape was meant to give a "snuffed out by apathy" feeling and I think that it fit way better overall so this is a Thank You Driftwood moment XD

That being said: his wings do take their color direction from the dragons so they are still referenced in the end. (Fun fact; they're nonfunctional, he can't fly with those)

Burning Spice

He doesn't have much on in terms of golden accessories because I wanted to emphasize him being more "modest"/not caring as much about gold

His parashu color choice was inspired by this one image driftwood sent me. I don't know where this comes from in the game exactly but the colors just felt appropriate for this:

His crown is made of cheese btw. It's cut kinda hastily like it was a last-minute decision...

He's mostly just in fettuccine wraps 'cus he spends so much time fighting and doesn't really care as much as he should for his physical well-being.

Uh the rest of his "apparel" is actually also meant to be based on specific cheeses which... well I was the one who took over on this edit and I'm not as experienced with sprite editing as driftwood so it probably didn't come across so well but uh I can point to pepperjack and liptauer. I forget what I was inspired by for the crown though other than MAYBE reaper cheddar? It may just be a non-spicy cheese with bits of pepper added in, otherwise

His parashu being double-bladed was literally for no other reason than "I thought it would look cool" I can be silly sometimes too okay-

Golden Cheese

Yeah I think the demon resemblance with the wings and her crown's horns go without saying. Her wings are also supposed to have a look like torn cloth.

She wears even more gold jewelry than she used to. The idea is that she tries to cover herself in more gold to make up for her loss of radiance.

Yes, those are in fact ✨Cheese Tights✨ (I imagine they used to not be torn but probably got scuffed like that after enough rounds of destruction that it wasn't worth getting them fixed up)

You can still see where the Virtue of Change originally went on her body :3 She plans to use that spot for a certain other light once she gets it back...

Yeah there's a massive crack in her face (we're kinda inconsistent about the design of it but tbh the way it looks doesn't really matter so much as what it represents). And yeah her eye is all glitched-out. You know what they say about eyes being the window to the soul? The day she finally cracked, it showed through more ways than one.

Eternal Sugar

Yes, those are sugarberries. And yes sugarberries are real things Driftwood was the one who found that out and made the choice to include them in the design X3

They don't have the demon wings anymore, but the tail is still present.

That is in fact the Hollyberry Kingdom's crown that the Soul Jam is in.

Their lyre's design was inspired by that one guild relic violin

Hollyberry

I went with the "tiger" theme because tigers are associated with Dionysus (Greek God of wine-making, festivities and madness) while also being associated with things like strength and courage which are fitting attributes for Hollyberry Cookie as she is pre-fall from grace. Plus, they're big cats, and cats are perfect for Lazy creatures :3 /silly

Her hair is meant to be more like frosting than icing, hence the fluffier (or furrier) look.

The markings on her face are inspired by face stripe patterns on tiger's faces, as in I looked at actual pictures of tigers and saw that some had face stripes that looked vaguely like smiley faces and I wanted to take advantage of that.

I will fully admit that I traced the ears from chili pepper cookie's tiger-themed costume from ovenbreak :'3

Originally I was gonna give her a jacket but I'm not as good at sprite editing as driftwood so I had to cut it. I feel like her ending up with a simpler design is better overall in the end. (Driftwood ended up doing the shield patterns/details, the hair and the tail though so thank her for that I couldn't do those things X3)

She isn't wearing gloves. Her hands are just covered in white fur. I originally kinda wanted it to be a bit ambiguous but I've realized in terms of actually writing her I kinda have to lean into one or the other in terms of descriptions so I went with the borderline-paws option.

Her tail is just a bunch of upside-down hearts. I thought it would be neat to like very vaguely give her an angel-devil look like sugar had but in a way subtler way to make them parallel, so the upside down heart tail thing and giving her a halo was kinda a means to do that. (The halo's made of berry juice btw! No you cannot slurp it)

Her dress having the huge heart over it is does speak true to herself. She still has a big heart.

Removing a lot of the sharper-looking leaves was figuratively "declawing" her but the ones left and then added to her shield are for a reason. The ones on the bell on her dress make it look vaguely heart-shaped while on her shield they resemble upside-down hearts like the light of sloth. Wouldn't be Hollyberry Cookie without a bunch of hidden and not-so-hidden hearts on her design <3

[queen-rainy-love]

*cracks knuckles* Okay, @nightmyst14-blog . I see how it is. Get ready for pain. I was planning a bittersweet short story with Papa Shadow Milk meeting newborn Pure Vanilla. But then you did what you did... So we all must suffer. (Also, I missed the Shadow Milk plushie again!)

Warning: This short story will contain death and a slight mental breakdown.

*The scene is set years after the four kingdoms were founded. The Beasts were sealed away by the Silver Tree. Shadow Milk floated around the void prison annoyed. After being imprisoned, he found many ways to keep a watch on the world: possession, spirit walking, talking through a board, etc., etc. But today...he was looking through his least favorite way: a mirror.*

Shadow Milk: Ugh! So bored! What's going on today? *taps on a mirror, revealing a bedroom filled with flowers from floor to ceiling.* Huh? What is this? It looks like that silly kingdom Nilly made. But why? Nothing new is going on. *tries to look around* Who's room is this anyway?

*A door opens up and Pure Vanilla and White Lily walk in, each with a worried expression. Shadow Milk leaned closer to the mirror portal.*

Shadow Milk: Hmm. Must be Nilly and his main star's room. Too bad they can't hear me from the mirror. It would have been a fun conversation to have.

Pure Vanilla: Mama, how are you feeling today?

Shadow Milk: *eyes widen* French Vanilla? This is her room? Where is she?

French Vanilla: *weakly* I will...not lie. I'm not...feeling well. *Breathes slowly* I don't...think...

White Lily: Please, Lady French Vanilla Cookie. Don't push yourself. *gently tucks her in.* The others are coming up here with the herbs. It won't take long.

Shadow Milk: What is going on?! Where is she?! *starts tapping on smaller mirrors to change angles* Where is French Vanilla?!

*As he tries to figure it out, he can barely hear Pure Vanilla and French Vanilla talking. He only heard bits and pieces of their conversation: French Vanilla's health and the new kingdom. But he didn't care about that! He needed to see his lover!*

Shadow Milk: No! No! No! Where is she?! *touches a mirror to reveal an angle where he could see the bed.* Finally! Now I can...can... *Eyes widen*

*Sitting right on the bed was an older version of his beloved. French Vanilla's hair was grayer than the last time he saw her and her eyes didn't have the spark anymore...but it is her. His true love.*

Shadow Milk: French Vanilla...French Vanilla! *starts to pound on the mirror* My love! I'm here! Please look at me!

Pure Vanilla: Mama, please. You need to rest. As soon as Cream, Sugar, and Custard come in with those Energy Potions, you'll be fine.

French Vanilla: Nilla, Lily, please. We all...know that it won't be long...until my expiration.

Shadow Milk: Expir-No. No! No no no no no no! French Vanilla!!! *Starts pounding on the mirror* My love!

Pure Vanilla: Mama...

French Vanilla: I am happy to...see you and your siblings being safe and happy...But it saddens me...that I will not...see our family grow...*coughs violently*

Pure Vanilla: Mama! *rushes to her*

Shadow Milk: My love!! No! *Bangs harder*

White Lily: *looks toward the door* Guards! Get the others here! Now!

Guards: *outside the door* Yes Lady White Lily Cookie!

*Footsteps could be heard but Shadow Milk didn't care. He wanted to be by her side! He had to be by her side! Shadow Milk kept pounding on the mirror to the point his hands were on the verge of crumbling.*

French Vanilla: *regains her breath* I...regret what happened to...your father...

Pure Vanilla: *confused* What? What about father?

French Vanilla: Your father...was once a...wonderful Cookie. I...wish that I...was able to...keep him from...straying...from the light. *takes in a strained breath* I...I...

Pure Vanilla: Don't speak. You'll waste your remaining life powder. Once you get the Energy Potion-

French Vanilla: *shakes her head weakly* No. It'll be...my time soon.

Shadow Milk: No! My love! French Vanilla! *tears start to form* Please! Look at me!

White Lily: Please, Lady French Vanilla Cookie. *gently places her hand on top of French Vanilla's hand* We need the Mother of the Vanilla Kingdom.

French Vanilla: *weakly smile* And you will. *Removes her hand from underneath White Lily's and weakly moves it to her stomach.* A mother...knows...

*Before anyone could say anything, French Vanilla starts coughing violently again. White Lily and Pure Vanilla start healing her with spells. However, Shadow Milk knew it was fruitless. If it was that easy, she would have been healed already. He could feel his prison start to shrink. He was going to lose her... permanently this time.*

Shadow Milk: French Vanilla!!!!

*As if she could hear him, French Vanilla looked over at the vase sitting right next to her bed. She stared right at it and slowly reaches it. Shadow Milk knew why. He placed his hand where hers was and could feel the tears falling. He should be there. Right next to her! He should be there!*

Pure Vanilla: Mama!

*Shadow Milk looked up to see the life powder leaving French Vanilla's eyes. He starts to panic.*

Shadow Milk: No! My love!

Pure Vanilla: Mama!

Shadow Milk: Don't go! Don't go! My love!

White Lily: Where are they?!

Shadow Milk: FRENCH VANILLA!!!!

*Shadow Milk felt his heart break as her eyes became dull and her body became stale. Everything went silent. He didn't hear his son crying or his other children finally entering the room or that little fairy Cookie comforting his heir. But none of that matters. Everything...just...feels...*

Shadow Milk: *tears falling down* No. French Vanilla...why didn't you take my offer? You...you could have lived forever...You could have been like me...I could have made you immortal like me! If only First Cream and those stupid witches hadn't turned you against me! ... *a smile slowly forms as the tears still fall* Heh...hehheheheheheh....HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! THAT'S RIGHT!! IT WAS THEIR FAULT!! THEY DID ALL TO US!! TO OUR FAMILY!!! Well then...I'll wrap their "perfect" world in deceit and make the world my stage. Don't worry my love! ...We'll have our perfect family again. Even if I have to break a few puppets to do it.

[fangedmetadevil]

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Accurately accused and guilty as charged~

[smalltimidbean]

HOW TO EARN CHICKPEA'S TRUST SO I CAN GIVE HIM A LITTLE SMOOCH OR PERHAPS JUST TOUCH HIS HAND BEANS!?!?!? /hj /nf

-totally not the anon from yesterday

I'd say, in the context of the story, probably not possible! But that's mostly bc he is in a secret location, constantly monitored and restricted with who he interacts with - and I don't think he would appreciate someone messing with MY property~!

Huh?

But just for fun! Chickpea Trust Gaining 101!!!

Firstly, just treat him like a person! Yes he is a gigantic, doughy apex predator that could probably crush you with his pinkie, but clones were mostly made to look and act human, respect him as you would any other person

So like visit/talk with him often, respect his boundaries, give him a little gift sometimes, y'know how one assumedly normally makes friends with others!

But more specific things: Chickpea has a very strict routine, and he can get very upset if it interrupted in some way - so probably schedule visits during his enrichment time! That's when he gets to play and do fun puzzles, so you could join in too! Or help Soda wash him, he enjoys getting clean for the most part

Don't overstimulate him! So no need to shout! He's huge, but he can hear a pin drop from across the room - he can more than clearly hear you at a normal and calm speaking level! And probably don't run around or climb over him or sneak up on him - he's kinda like a truck, if you can't see the rearview mirrors (his eyes), he can't see you! He can still hear and smell you tho, but it's also kinda like being behind a horse - as in don't do that or get kicked

This also means no bellyrubs, since he is very sensitive there and hates being touched more than he needs to be - if you want to give him affection (and he lets you ofc), scratches under the chin, around the cheeks, ears and neck are the best! - Since those are spots where his muzzle and collar rubs against him and leaves him itchy

He also has a particular itchy spot in between his shoulders where a lot of his folds are - claw caps are not good for satisfying scratches - he loves to be scritched there! Just watch out for his deafening purr and getting flung off by his skin twitching (like y'know when you poke a cat and their whole body kinda ripples? It's like that but on a giant scale)

He's pretty sensitive to smells, and will be calmer with familiar scents, mostly bc most of the people he sees on a day-to-day are scented plushie clones kldfkfd - so scents he likes are lavender (Dr Lavender), chamomile (Nurse Chamomile), vanilla (Nilla), vaguely banana pudding (Nana Foster) and I guess it would be baby powder (Soda)

Ironically, the smell of pizza makes him nervous bc Bruno smells like pizza, so maybe avoid having pizza near him

Chickpea is also very food motivated, so giving him a tasty treat is a good way for him to warm up to ya! His favourite treats are soft-boiled eggs, plain/mildly flavoured yoghurts and meatsss - he's not huge on sweet stuff, but he'll eat pretty much anything

He is also very praise motivated, even if he does not show it much in his expression, so give him the occasional 'good job!' when he solves a puzzle, or a 'well done!' when he has his shots, and he'll be happy - he's not super into like y'know baby-puppy talk like 'who's a good boy? whos's a good boy? you are! yes you aree!' unless you are super close to him, so again, just respect him like a grown adult and not a baby or ouppy-dog

Andd I think that all I got right now!

[ladyfranklin]

Oh..A new customer, why must I always deal with such people?? If only Rosie were here instead to speak with yo— Oh? A person of riches you say? Well, why didn't you say so at first my darling~? Surely I can assist you with whatever thing you may need, unless you're looking for romantic and or relationship advice..I'm not a master at such subjects If I'm being honest, my dear..

INDIE/CANON & CANON- DIVERGENT / Nonselective RP / Ask Blog / RP Blog / 18+/ OCs welcomed / Heavy HCs / AUs welcomed

{{Now! Let's get onto info and rules!}}

• Hello there, my name is Vanilla or Nilla for short and I've been roleplaying for atleast 4 years and find it very entertaining

• I prefer paragraphs, whether short or big as it gives me more to work with but make sure it's atleast more than three lines <33

•18+ content

• I will NOT tolerate racism, sexism, etc.

• I do have quite alot of freetime but are sometimes busy with irl stuff

• Any questions? PM me!

• Single line RPs are for asks

• Don't be shy to interact, I enjoy it very much :DD

• If you tag me in hashtags and such just put: lady franklin

{{Content of this blog}}

• Foul and Insensitive language

• Description of heavy violent acts, cannibalism, and death, suggestive actions, and all that fun stuff!

• Fancy talking and complex language

• A temperamental double dead woman

• Franklin secretly fawning over Rosie even if the latter has had many husbands

• Decay, rotting and zombie like descriptions

{{What you'll expect of how I portray Franklin}}

• Before her death, Franklin shared the overlord title with Rosie

• Due to many people not knowing whether to say they're a man or woman I decided to make her a transgender woman, in life she would pretend to be a woman to commit her crimes

• She is secretly inlove with Rosie but believes she herself is not worthy of somebody so kind, and so Franklin sees her as a friend/business partner

• Franklin is seen more like a joke by the other overlords since she is not as capable as Rosie is

• Based off a Victorian Era Porcelain Doll.

• This inspired her to try and get rid of Rosie as a way to keep the colony for herself

• She is passive aggressive, temperamental, emotional, rude, and the polar opposite of Rosie, not having the motherly touch that she does

• Loses control of her cannibalistic urges most of the time

• Secretly insecure of her looks and appearance, this is why her hair and hat cover the upper part of her face

• Would not hesitate to eat or cook a child, the only reason she hasn't is because of Rosie so do be careful

• Will get physical with those she considers lower than her along with her future meals

• Enjoys discussing torture methods and is amused/interested by anatomy and death

• Loves getting messy

• Franklin is the one who'd draw and make designs for the Emporium along with having her dresses and suits shown on the display window, even after her second death, a book of concepts with clothes that she never got to make was left for Rosie to use

• Goes ballistic in her full demon form, while in this form her skin does harden and crack like any porcelain doll would, the sides of her mouth open, and she becomes lankier and taller

• Since Rosie was described by Rosie to be like Dolly from Hello Dolly! and Mary Poppins from Mary Poppins Returns! I based Franklin off the Other Mother from Coraline and Joan Crawford from Mommie Dearest.

• A very manipulative and fake woman who pretends to be sweet to the people of Cannibal Town but secretly despises some of the townsfolk

• Franklin was born around 1855 and died in 1900 as one of her victims escaped and killed her, yabbing two big knitting needles into her eyes

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• I also have my own sideblog on Martha from Helluva Boss!

@cannibalbelle

{{More will be added soon!!}}

[peppermintstarsonamintyway]

Doing Things Fairy Tale Style

White Lily multiship not so mini fic for @pinkvaquita <3

Polyamory my beloved when you cannot choose one choose all of them

Only real warnings are non-canon-conforming and, reverse harem in a way- oh and Dark Cacao in beast-yeast because we need the whole white lily shipping squad in here (bonus points of me trying to write pv being blind)

(minus shadow milk) (sorry buddy you'll get your own version of this fic eventually)

Alright enjoy your reading below the cut!! Try not to get jumpscared by unfiltered Gingerbrave

"Have you tried kissing her?"

The question was sudden, unexpected.

Pure Vanilla, eyes wide open in shock, turned to stare in Gingerbrave's direction, the one who had asked the question in the first place.

"P-pardon?-" The vanilla kingdom's king and healer stuttered out, stunned by the far younger boy's question.

"There's no way she doesn't still have some of her own life powder left, wouldn't her body be all crumbled if she didn't?" Gingerbrave continued, crossing his arms as he raised an eyebrow. The gingerbread cookie had a slight frown to his face.

"G-Gingerbrave-"

"I'm not wrong! Dark Enchantress couldn't have all of her life powder even if she wanted to, most of it maybe, but not all of it." The young cookie's frown grew, his stance shifting as he placed his hands on his hips.

"We have her soul! We just need to put it with her body, and wake her up."

Pure Vanilla went to speak, "That isn't how that-" yet he was cut off by a hand on his shoulder.

"It's worth a try." Dark Cacao said, his voice a low rumble.

"Cacao?! You can't be-"

"It's settled then." Elder Faerie interrupted, and Pure Vanilla turned his head to the two taller men in astonishment. Were they out of their minds?!

Gingerbrave, alongside the two cookies who had chosen to ignore the healer's distress, rushed over to the glass casket, Pure Vanilla scrambling after the sound of their footsteps through confused stutters.

"T-this is insane! There's no way this is going to work! W-we're not in some fairytale!" Pure Vanilla murmured in a scattered manner, pacing back and forth as the three cookies worked to lift the lid off the casket.

"'Nilla," Dark Cacao's voice piped up, causing the healer to stop in his tracks, lifting his head in his direction.

"When was the last time we, as a group, had a normal day?" The emperor asked, tilting his head to the side. "We practically are living in a fairytale, this is at least something we can give an attempt."

Pure Vanilla narrowed his eye, before letting out soft sigh as he realized that Dark Cacao did have a point. The taller man was right, a normal day wasn't something they ever had, and it certainly wasn't something they were going to have anytime soon.

Yet this still felt wrong.

It felt selfish, in a way, to try and see if a kiss would wake White Lily. Was it really to wake her?

Or was it to finally get something out of the centuries-long pining all three of them experienced for her? To feel some closure before they went through with what they knew would work?

"Pure Vanilla." Elder Faerie's voice snapped the healer from his thoughts, his head turning to follow the sound of the fae's voice. "It is not wise to dwell."

"I know you're stuck on the morality of this, and I do understand, but we have all suffered many losses throughout these years. I believe we can allow ourselves this moment of selfishness, if only on the prospect that it may just work."

The healer could feel a soft, sleeve covered hand on his cheek, a huffy sigh falling from his lips as he allowed himself to close his eyes, leaning into the touch from the fae king.

"…Alright." His shoulders slumping as he resigned, allowing Elder Faerie to turn him to face the casket.

Cautiously, Pure Vanilla moved forward, reaching his free hand foward into the now open casket, his nimble fingers prodding hesitantly at White Lily's still body.

His fingers glided over her body, feeling the almost searing warmth still radiating off of it…Gingerbrave had been right, she still had some of her own life powder, though a very small amount.

"Place her soul jam here, please." The healer instructed, as his hand found where he could feel light thump of her heart in her chest.

Gingerbrave did as told, placing the soul jam, the pieces of White Lily's soul, under Pure Vanilla's hand, before backing away.

A soft sigh left the cookie's lips as he stood there, furrowing his brow. He was unable to shake the feeling that this was wrong, but he knew he had to push forward.

He felt Dark Cacao's hand on his own, then the shift of the larger male's fingers as he entwined them with the healer's. He could feel one of Elder Faerie's more slender, cold, hands join the connection, carefully lacing between the other two's hands.

Pure Vanilla knew they were trying to reassure him, and deep down, he appreciated it.

The fae king brought his other hand to White Lily's head, gently placing it atop her hair, to brush aside her disheveled bangs with silent care.

"…Okay, let's do this…" Pure Vanilla murmured, hesitance still lingering in his voice despite forcing himself to push past it.

The three all leaned over the edge of the casket, Pure Vanilla and Dark Cacao pressing small, light kisses to White Lily's cheeks, while Elder Faerie kissed her forehead.

They were late to notice it, but the moment their lips touched her skin, her soul jam snapped back together, pulling itself into place with strings of light.

Out of the corners of their eyes, the fae king and the emperor spotted something. As the soul jam rebuilt itself, White Lily's fingers twitched, her hand balling up into a fist the moment it was solidly back together.

The two cookies lifted their heads, looking between each other and Pure Vanilla, who had dipped his head to rest his forehead against White Lily's cheek.

The healer lifted his head only slightly, opening his mouth to speak, in a somber tone.

"…It didn't work, did i-"

Yet he was cut off, as a gasp sounded just beside him, and something firmly collided with his head as it rose.

Pure Vanilla couldn't help but yelp in surprise as he tumbled back, falling onto his ass with a loud thud. His head was throbbing, but he could hear breathing different from Elder Faerie's and Dark Cacao's.

Quicker, more panicked, like waking up from a cold sweat.

It didn't take the healer more than a second to realize, his wide sightless eyes filling with tears as he shot to his feet, quite literally jumping at the white haired cookie.

"It worked!" He shouted as he tightly wrapped his arms around White Lily, much to her surprise. His hold on her was firm, almost suffocating, but could anyone blame him?

"Wh…what?…" Her voice was quiet, as she stared in confusion. "…Pure- Pure Vanilla?…"

"Hey," White Lily's gaze snapped to her side, her eyes widening. "I'm here too." And Dark Cacao smiled at her, his usually hardened gaze softening as he moved closer.

The emperor's arms found purchase around her and Pure Vanilla, Elder Faerie joining the hug just as quickly, the fae king's face nestling into the soft white hair of the other cookie.

"D-Dark Cacao…wh-what's…what are you two doing here?…" White Lily stumbled over her words, trying desperately, and eventually managing to, get her words out, to question what two of the cookies she had known since her childhood were doing in the Faerie Kingdom, hell, beast-yeast in general.

"We're here for you." The two answered in unison, without missing a beat. She was somewhat taken aback by how quickly they answered, no hesitation in their voices.

Before she could speak again, the three men had tightened their arms around her, causing her to release a small huff as her gaze softened.

"There are things we need your help with, White Lily," Elder Faerie began, yet his gaze was gentler, not quite anything akin to a leader's gaze.

"But, I believe we all need some time, before we deal with our issues."

The fae king brought his free hand up, gently clasping one of the white haired cookie's bandaged hands. He pulled her hand up to his face, turning his head to press his nose into her palm, gently kissing the green wrappings.

White Lily's face flushed a bright red as she watched Elder Faerie, a small squeak managing it's way out of her throat.

"Elder Faerie-" White Lily tried to speak, but cut herself off with a yelp as the fae king climbed up into the casket with her and Pure Vanilla, tugging the emperor on the other side of the casket up with him.

Both White Lily and Pure Vanilla were caught off guard as they were sandwitched between the two taller, and larger (on Cacao's end), cookies.

Before Pure Vanilla knew it, Elder Faerie had begun to smother his face with kisses, causing him to squeal as his cheeks burned strawberry red.

Soft laughter filled the area, an uncharacteristically bright smile on White Lily's face as they took turns showering each other with affectionate gestures. Loud purring rumbled from Elder Faerie and Dark Cacao, both usual stoic cookies smiling just as warmly as Pure Vanilla would normally.

It was an unexpected sight, the four cookies laughing and smiling brightly. It offered some hope.

For the moment, they had all decided,

everything else could wait until later.

[vaniliens]

Why did i have to peak with the name Nia,,,, now i cant think of any other names,,,,,,,

[townofcadence]

"Echoes of the past"

Echoes of the Past

“So…..that was awkward, huh?” Artair ignores the immediate clench to his gut as he speaks.

“Yeah.” Elias laughs, and hearing it made him feel– two entirely different things. Was it possible to feel so relieved and disappointed at the same time? Apparently the butterflies in his chest cavity were determined to prove it possible.

“Yeah.” His smile is slight, and he rubs at his head along the cheek and temple.

“But this is nice.”

“…..Yeah.” Is that all he knows how to say? His spoon plays over the whipped cream of the milkshake in front of him. “I like it a lot more. It’s definitely quieter.”

Elias nods his head, sticking a spoonful of choco-nilla in his mouth. “Why do parties always need to shake the windows?”

“So everyone knows there’s a super rad party they’re missing out on. Orrrr so people can follow the vibrations to find the house if they don’t know the address.” Artair smiles when Elias laughs again. The booth squeaks a minor protest as he settles.

“….” He continues to stir his ice cream. “…thanks for inviting me. Even if it was weird.”

Elias sighs, pushing back his hair and revealing his eyes more fully than his bangs usually allow. At least for the beat before they flop back down into place. “It’s…well. Honestly…? I prefer having you there.”

The butterflies want to flutter out his mouth. “O-oh…..really?”

“Yeah. It’s nice, knowing someone. Everyone just…” Elias sticks his spoon in his milkshake with some force, dragging many rainbow sprinkles to the creamy depths. “They weren’t like this before. Before summer. They ignored me or made fun of me. I didn't forget. And now I’m getting invited to all these parties, and asked out and just…. you know. It doesn’t feel right. It feels like they’ve changed because I have. but I’m still me.”

A pit is crumbling open in his own stomach. “Ah…yeah, that– that’s fair, big guy.” He saw the way they’d looked disappointed when he showed too. They had wanted Elias. It made sense. And then the game had played out like it did. Warmth floods his cheeks, but he does his best to focus. “They weren’t good to you before. If they only care when you’re hot, then fuck them. Except-- not really.” He chuckles soft, and digs his spoon in the Cookies 'n cream milkshake in front of him.

Elias snorts, even if he makes a face at the cursing. Or maybe the bad joke. “You’re terrible, Art. But hey. At least I still have you, right? At least I have a friend I know I can trust isn’t gonna just— be different, because I look different. Or pretend they like me until... I dunno, I have a bad hair day. Or get another cut on my face or something.”

His mouth turns dry, and Artair licks his lips. He had to again, when Elias’ hand finds his across the table. He's beaming at him, so bright. He wants to tell him. He wants to. But…..but…

It isn’t going to be different. That’s what Elias wants.

Artair smiles, and his hand moves to place on top of Elias’. He pats it once, and then again.

“Of course, Eli. You’ll always have me. Always. Rain, shine, or anime scar.”

At least it loosens the constricting in his chest, hearing Elias laugh once more.

[alexbkrieger13]

LINGHEM. Derogatory comments, differential treatment and exclusionary leadership.

In her new book "I didn't say even half", Nilla Fischer strongly criticizes Pia Sundhage and her behavior towards certain national team players.

- It felt so degrading. I'm ashamed that I didn't speak up, she says.

Nilla Fischer settles down on the garden sofa with the scorching sun at her back.

- If I'm nervous?

She casts a quick glance over the adjacent Ostrogothic field, which after all must be described as undulating, before continuing:

- This is scary, then. Publishing a book is really scary. You wonder if anyone will read it and if it happens, what will they think?

How do you think Pia Sundhage will react?

- I haven't thought too much about it. I guess I'll have to wait and see. Maybe it doesn't matter to her, I don't know. 

In her book "Jag sa inte evens half", which was written together with Expressen's Anna Friberg, the former national team captain gets a lot of space. 

"When we get to the hotel, I have trouble falling asleep, the quarter-final loss stings and the whole EC feels like crap. Now it also takes two years until the next championship. Then there is a new national team captain. I won't miss Pia Sundhage, and I don't think many other players will either".

It was Pia Sundhage who retrained Nilla Fischer from midfielder to center back. What Fischer initially took as a poke would turn out to be directly decisive for her continued success in the national team - and not least for the move to the world's best club team.

It was also clear that Sundhage held Fischer in high esteem.

- For me it was never a problem from a sporting perspective, because I was one of her favourites, always received a lot of trust and a lot of praise, says Nilla Fischer.

She continues:

- As a manager, you don't treat all players exactly the same way, and you shouldn't either. Different people require different things. But I think you should respect everyone equally. In periods under Pia, there were players in the team who were told things and were treated in a way that I don't think is okay.

In the book, she gives several examples. Among other things, Fischer believes that Sundhage should have said that she "doesn't want any middling players". Then she should rather have referred to how you were on the side of the plan rather than on it.

"You simply cannot be who you are, it cannot be interpreted in any other way. I am ashamed that I did not speak up," writes Fischer.

She also writes about fellow centre-back Charlotte Rohlin, who is said to have been ordered to, as soon as she received the ball, give it to Fischer.

According to Fischer, it goes hand in hand with Sundhage's vision that it is the team's stars that should shine and that the others should create the conditions for that.

 - You thought "My God, what is she saying?". It felt so degrading, says Fischer.

Nilla Fischer: "What is she doing?"

Another example in the book is taken from a flight during the World Cup in Canada 2015. Fischer remembers how Pia Sundhage went down the aisle to check the situation with the players. 

According to Fischer, the national team captain must have been very concerned about the comfort of some players on board, but when she got to Emma Berglund's place, she must have exclaimed: "I don't give a shit about you" .

- As a leader, you must try to raise the team and the individuals. And it's hard to lift yourself up if you hear from the coach that she sucks at you. Being able to perform on the field after that... I don't know how that will happen, says Nilla Fischer.

Nilla Fischer also describes an intermittently absent national team captain who could lock herself in her room, not show up for dinner, and who, after being up late, said that she "might not be able to run the training with the substitutes" the following day .

Nilla Fischer remembers back.

- You just thought "Well?. It is you who must lead the team, it is you who must lead by example". And it is strange, and very unusual, for that person to disappear from the group. Or is tired and worn out. In my world, it is the case that what you expect from your group, you must also do yourself. It is a leadership that I am not used to and a leadership that I do not think is positive for a group.

How was the team affected there and then?

- If I hadn't been one of Pia's favorites and been told one thing with the third... then I would have found it difficult to feel confident on the field, difficult to perform both in training and matches. But as a group it may have also strengthened us. We were always good at taking care of each other.

Struggled to have children

When Nilla Fischer and his wife Mika went through a very tough period, with miscarriages and a long and drawn-out IVF process, she called Sundhage.

In the book, the national team legend writes about the anxiety and how, after the miscarriage, she gets in touch with Sundhage to announce that she wants to stand over the upcoming gathering. She needed to be with Mika.

Fischer believes that she should then have been told:

"If you're going to keep going like this, then I don't know if you can continue in the national team. Can't she just bring a friend with her (to the IVF clinic)?”.

- You thought "My God, what is she saying?". Her answer hurt and the whole situation was very difficult. Stressing. When you're trying to have children, it doesn't work that way, there are a few windows when it's possible, she says and elaborates:

- Pia tried well in her own way, but it was a lot of work. Calling your national team captain and knowing that there will be a discussion, that you will be questioned. We wanted children and I wanted to be with my wife, she wouldn't have to go through it herself and it's like you have to ask for permission.

"Don't want to say she's a bully"

How did this affect you?

- I have always been very concerned about the national team, it has meant so much to me. I don't want to do anything to jeopardize that, because that's the best thing you can do in football, to represent your country. And then you get the feeling that you might not come next time because we are trying to have children. There is a risk of losing your place. It shouldn't be like that.

Given Sundhage's credentials and status, were you particularly disappointed by your experiences?

- Actually, it didn't affect that much. Regardless of who is the national team captain, you have high expectations. That she is and was so celebrated, there was nothing that made it extra sad, I can't say that.

Nilla Fischer does not want to put any label on the events. She thinks that it is rather "those who did not belong to the favourites" who own that experience.

- I don't want to say that she was a bully, but in those periods when she acted in that way, then it was behavior that in any case is not inclusive and does not fall under positive leadership.

Even though it feels nervous to open up, she feels safe in everything.

- This is my experience. I know what I thought then and what I think now. I hope this can inspire people to think about how to behave in a group and to dare to stand up for others.

She concludes:

- That is what I regret. For me it's mostly about.. why didn't I say anything? I've thought about that a lot.

Expressen has been in contact with Pia Sundhage, who writes in a text message:

"This is Nilla's truth. I have a different experience, a different story. Sad that she experienced it this way during her time in the national team".