#vine thorn cookie

[lilmissytealbow]

The Flower Captains heights’s

[heartstringsbloom]

Hear me out

Lightning McQueen of Hearts

I’m about to get a little fantastical with this

Willy’s Butte is known for its desert sands. It’s also home to tulips and cacti. One should always be careful. What it isn’t known for is mysterious roses popping up on the edges of those cacti. The single bloom is so brightly red it’s almost cartoony, or so Lightning thinks as he drops into the patch for a closer look. His recent obsession with flowers only fuels his curiosity, but it’s almost as if he couldn’t look away if he tried. He doesn’t remember if he tried . . .

It’s velvety to the touch. Surprisingly thick and strong. Light plucks it, careful of the cacti surrounding, though his finger slips either way. A thorn?

Ow.

Suddenly the world dips. His vision wavers, swims. He doesn’t feel himself fall, thankfully doesn’t feel the cactus needles, because he’s out before they touch him.

He’s waking up, someone says.

He blinks himself to consciousness. It’s not the first time he’s woken up in Doc’s clinic. Usually he remembers why, though.

Bluer-than-the-ocean pours into his field of vision. Sally cups his face. Something worries her. Light reaches out to return the gesture, even brush some blue behind her ear, but he freezes as soon as his fingers reach her.

Thorns.

His arm is covered in them. Jagged, winding vines that curl up and around his forearm and wrist. Black, red markings. Covered in thorns.

Sally follows his gaze and presses her lips together. They had noticed, she says.

Then she hands him her mirror.

Oh.

Where strawberry-dusted gold had been, there now was a deep red. Rose red. As if someone had bled all over his scalp and it painted down the rest of his hair. The thorny vines have curled up his jaw and around his eyes like the memory of some weird, tattooed mask. Barely there yet unforgettable.

He can’t take his eyes off of his reflection. Sally rubs his back soothingly.

They both turn when the door opens and in steps Doc, who’s scrutinizing a file as if it’ll confess that it’s been in the cookie jar.

He can’t make heads or tails of the situation. Mcqueen’s vitals are fine, though his heart is a little more active. His pupils are blown, too, and—Doc lets out a laugh of disbelief. Maybe anxiety.

What? Lightning grips the medical bed.

Didn’t you see the hearts?

Sally holds the mirror in front of him.

Oh.

Centered in his dilated pupils was a matching set of small, red hearts.

A sudden wave of emotions runs through him, twisting around his veins and lighting up his heart. Everything burns and everything sings. He wants to scream and he wants to smile. Nothing makes sense.

He feels mad (he feels mad). In the frenzy of his heart he remembers, all of a sudden.

Through his teeth he asks about the rose. He thinks it was painted red. He wants to play croquet. (He wants to play croquet?).

He only asks about the rose. Neither of the other two can tell him where it even came from. Roses show up in the desert sometimes, but never have they seen one on a cactus.

He hadn’t known better. He wouldn’t have touched it, had he known the outcome. His nails bite into the leather bed, and it’s as if his touch itself contains a dozen thorns.

He didn’t mean to tear it. What’s gotten into him?

He sways on his feet as Sally helps him down, Doc’s advice of plenty rest and maybe some water following them out the door. He stumbles but Sally rights him every time.

He feels like he’s losing his head. He feels . . .

He’s asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow.

(He dreams of half-painted roses and croquet gardens).

Eep.

[cookiesrunaus-whitelily]

Silly question, sorry if I'm bothering you but....

Could you write something about White Lily and Matcha? Since they both don't seem to relate much in your dragon lily Au.

Before you read this…. I really like doing angst, so don't blame me if this is sad.

White Lily stood surrounded by impenetrable darkness, trapped in the shadowy prison where her mind had been confined for years. Thorn-covered vines held her, binding her as she kept the beasts imprisoned. Pain had long since become a constant companion, as familiar as the loneliness and sorrow that clung to her like a shroud. Yet, amidst the abyss, one glimmer of hope remained: her children. They were the only reason she still drew breath, the last thread of purpose in her broken existence.

Today, it was time to see her youngest, Crimson Vanilla, who lived in the grim lands of Dark Enchantress. She sent one of her butterflies to that cursed place, hoping to catch a glimpse of her son. Upon arrival, the butterfly saw nothing but darkness; rotten cakes littered the ground, and foul masses of dough lay strewn about. The atmosphere was gloomy, suffocating, a nightmare made real.

The butterfly carefully slipped through the castle’s depths, avoiding detection by the cake guards. But suddenly, it froze. A faint trace of magic... dragon magic. Panic seized White Lily.

Could it be Pure Cream? Grand Madeleine was not the one who was taking care of him? Or had something terrible happened?

Each question was a dagger to her heart. Then, another possibility chilled her blood.... What if... it was one of her eggs?

With renewed urgency, the butterfly fluttered in search of the magic’s source. It was faint, delicate, like the whisper of a newly born life. Only two beings could emit such magic: Pure Cream or Crimson Vanilla. Or perhaps... one of her eggs.

Fear gripped her, but she refused to stop.

At last, the butterfly arrived. The sight before it was a nightmare.

Kitchen utensils scattered across the floor. A bubbling cauldron filled with that dark, corrupt dough...the same vile substance the beasts guarded in their realms before being imprisoned. And on the floor... fragments of an eggshell.

No... no, it can’t be.

The butterfly frantically fluttered through the room, following the trail of eggshells until it came to a stop in front of a cold metal tray, illuminated by a lonely light. And there, on the tray, lay a small body.

A baby dough ... with a small tail and horns. Next to it, the broken shell. The egg had been placed in that vile, corrupted dough. It was clear how the evil had consumed what once was life.

The butterfly hovered close to the still body of the baby.

Nothing.

No movement. No breath. No pulse. The magic that had once flowed from it now faded into the shadows.

No... no... NO!

The butterfly pressed itself against the lifeless cheek of her premature daughter. And then, for the first time in years, White Lily’s voice, cracked with sorrow, broke the silence with desperation.

"My baby... please... it’s not your time. You mustn’t die!"

From the depths of her prison, tears began to stream from her closed eyes.

"Please... please... PLEASE!"

Her plea was a silent scream, a cry of anguish that tore through the air.

"My little one... my sweet tea leaf..."

Her heart shattered. Her daughter was dead before she could even live, never knowing her parents' warmth, never meeting her siblings.

"My little Matcha Leaf Cookie... open your eyes... Mom wants to see you..."

The whisper was soft, filled with a love that had never had the chance to be given. She longed to embrace that tiny creature that had not felt her mother’s love before dying. The light that once burned within White Lily now flowed through her hand, reaching the butterfly that rested on her daughter.

"Don’t be afraid, my baby... I will save you... I will wake you! You will live, I swear it."

She knew the cost would be great. A vine of thorns pierced her chest, fresh jam staining the ground where her body lay. But none of that mattered. She would not let her daughter die like this.

The butterfly began to glow, and slowly, the baby’s body followed suit.

One minute passed.

Nothing.

Two minutes.

Still nothing.

Time became a torment, each second dragging her closer to despair.

And then, she heard it.

A heartbeat.

Pum.

Then another.

Pum.

And another.

Pum. Pum. Pum

Until finally...

A cry.

Matcha Leaf Cookie was crying. Her tiny green eyes opened, gazing at the butterfly, which looked back at her with warmth.

White Lily, from her distant prison, smiled through her tears. "You’re perfect," she whispered, her voice a mixture of relief and joy. But then, she felt it: She was coming. The butterfly flew away just in time.

Dark Enchantress arrived and stood in shock. The creature that had once been dead now cried out with life. Surely, she would keep it alive, if only to see how its magic would evolve.

That, at least, gave White Lily some peace. Her children would be together. They would have each other.

Exhausted, White Lily closed her eyes. The open wound and the loss of jam were weakening her body. She knew that if she continued to take such risks, death would be inevitable.

But what did death matter, if with it she could ensure the life of her children?

The whisper of deception mocked her from the shadows.

"One day... you will fail to protect them. Nothing lasts forever..."

White Lily knew that. But for now, all she wanted was to rest. She needed strength. Strength to keep the thorns in place. Strength to protect them.

She had to endure. She had to hold on. She had to protect them. All of them.

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

Main Objective: Defeat Malleus Draconia (Failed)

Dawn (Loading her gun when sees a sea of thorn vines come after her): AHHHH!!!!

[10 Minutes Later]

Dawn (Tied up with Thorn Vines while hanging upside down) (Watching her brothers eating the cookies): Damn all of you. I will get vengeance and I will get my friends cookies next time. Just you all wait.

MISSION FAILED! WE'LL GET THEM NEXT TIME!

Malleus, eats his victory cookies.

[deldeldel90]

Gwen, a Gwen who doesn't find the CPC, looking at herself in the mirror and then, she realizes something: "What if I am beautiful? What if the world is just mean?"

And, because she sees little difference between her and her beloved siblings, she grows really protective over them, but gently protective. she spends all her days with them, just like when they were kids, and finds herself adoring her siblings even more. she braids flowers into Maria's hair, bakes cookies with Jamie, and watches Lorena sword fight.

The world is mean, she thinks to herself, closing herself off from anyone not her family. everyone hears about the isolated princess Gwendolyn, hidden beneath her castle's walls... The ice princess, protected behind thorns and vines...

But what they don't know, is how she's not only the one protecting. She's the protector.

She, who loves her family more than anything. She, the daughter of the woman who wished for nothing more than to keep her family. She, Gwendolyn.

"you're beautiful," she tells them, because there's nothing she fears more than the world telling them otherwise.

[msweebyness]

DuPont School for Monstrous Youths- Greenhouse of Terror

It’s ya girl, Weebie! Comin’ at ya with a new Monstrous Youths short! This time around, Adrien’s helping Mylene out in the greenhouse, and he’s about to meet her babies! Enjoy! @imsparky2002 @artzychic27

“Thanks for coming to help me take care of my plants, Adrien! Ivan has band practice, and no one else could make it today and, believe me, my babies can be a handful!”, Mylene said to the blonde boy entering the school greenhouse alongside her with a smile, small flowers blooming in her vine hair at her happiness.

“No problem, Mylene! I’ve been wanting to see the inside of the greenhouse for a while now! I’ve never seen plants like a lot of these before!”, Adrien answered brightly, looking around with fascination.

Mylene giggled softly as she turned on the fluorescent lights in the room, illuminating the tangled jungle of unique and bizarre flora.

“Well, let’s get started then! I can’t wait for you to meet my little sweeties!”, she chirped, leading him to the center of the mass of plants. Adrien quirked an eyebrow at this, but followed her nonetheless.

When they reached the a certain point in the path, Mylene stopped with a smile and let out a whistle, slightly startling Adrien.

“Brutus, sweetheart! Wake up, mama’s here with your breakfast!”, she called, and Adrien watched as a mass of large leaves moved, before a huge, flat head at the top of a thick stalk rose, moving into the light.

Blinking a few times, Adrien stared in wonder at what appeared to be a massive venus flytrap with sharp teeth like those of a lion protruding from its green jaws as it released a happy growling sound and nuzzled Mylene.

“Adrien, could you bring the wheelbarrow over, please? It has Brutus’ food in it!”, Mylene said as she scratched under the flytrap’s ‘chin’.

“Sure.”, Adrien said, going over to fetch the wheelbarrow they had brought with them. He rolled it over and took off the cover, finding a deer carcass within. He swiftly jumped back as Brutus lunged forward and snapped up his meal, downing it in a few seconds.

“Slow down, baby, don’t choke yourself.”, Mylene chided gently, petting Brutus’ thick stem. After a few more minutes of tending, they bid him goodbye and continued on their way.

It was only after they’d walked for a brief time that Adrien began to hear a peculiar sound. A high, vibrating trill that almost seemed to be humming some sort of melody. As they continued to walk down the path, it grew progressively louder, until eventually they came to a tall, hydra-like plant with glowing white feelers at the ends of its long tendrils.

“Adrien, meet Cookie!”, Mylene said cheerfully, laughing softly as the plant gave her ‘kisses’ with its tendrils.

“Okay, Adrien, while I help prune Cookie’s tendrils, could you play some of Jean’s songs? Or anything from Monster SMASH? Cookie doesn’t enjoy pruning, but she does love music, and she’s probably Jean’s biggest fan!”, Mylene then instructed, with Adrien obeying, hooking up his phone to play one of their phantom friend’s rockabilly hits.

Cookie immediately began to trill happily as she swayed to the music. While this went on, Mylene showed him how to gently trim the stray wisps from her tendrils. After this was complete, they bid her goodbye and went on their way.

After another short bit of walking, they ended up in a clearing. In the center rested an unusual tree. It was tall but stout, with blood red bark and a jagged opening in the center of the trunk. Its branches twisted out every which way, brimming with a mix of thorns and leaves. Mylene instructed him to be careful and quiet as they approached.

“Roach?”, she called gently, “It’s time to tend your roots, sweetie!”, before the tree began to stir, letting out a high keening sound, using its branches to greet Mylene with a ‘hug’.

“Okay, Adrien, we need to adjust and massage Roach’s roots. Just be very careful and don’t make any sudden motions. Roach spooks easily and he lets out poisonous gas!”, she cautioned, before they went to work tending to the mutant tree.

Around ten minutes later, Mylene was able to keep Roach calm despite a few mishaps from Adrien’s inexperience, and they completed their task. After assuring Roach that she would be back to see him soon, she and Adrien continued on their way.

It wasn’t long before they were pushing their way through a thick patch of brush, a low sort of rumbling hum meeting their ears as they went on. When they finally emerged from the brush, Adrien was face to face with what appeared to be a gigantic mushroom with a bevy of long spines. As they approached, the spines began to rustle as the creature let out a dissonant thrumming noise.

“Morning, Oggy!”, Mylene told it as she pulled out what appeared to be a bag of organic mulch, “Adrien, this is Ogg. We need to change out his bed, so it’s fresh and he can breathe right.”, and Adrien nodded.

Adrien observed as Ogg’s spines seemed to feel around in the air and on the ground. Smiling, Mylene explained that this was how Ogg observed his surroundings. His spines were full of sensitive nerves that could pick up vibrations in the air and ground.

Finally, they finished with the mulch, said goodbye to Ogg, and trekked back out of the brush. As they circled back near the front of the greenhouse, Adrien noticed that numerous vines now stretched over the ground, and Mylene told him to be very cautious not to step on them.

As the vines grew denser and denser, Mylene finally stopped and called out:

“Gigi! Are you awake?”, and was answered by a low hissing sound, a number of the vines rising and greeting her affectionately. Adrien couldn’t see a specific body of the plant, and figured that Gigi must be the huge cluster of vines itself.

“We need to make sure there are no tangles in her vines that could stop her breathing or hurt her. Then we can give her some water, and you can go get ready for class!”, Mylene explained, and they began to work gently with Gigi’s vines.

After they finished tending to the vines, Mylene said goodbye to Gigi, before preparing to do a bit more housekeeping in the greenhouse, as Adrien began to get his school bag ready.

“So, what did you think?”, Mylene asked, “It’s a lot of work caring for them, but I wouldn’t trade them for anything!”, Mylene said with a blissful smile.

“Yeah…”, Adrien said, smiling himself, happy to have been able to see a unique part of monster culture, “I think I might be back to visit soon!”

These plants may be monsters, but they’re big old softies! Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

[i-just-wanna-write-fanfic]

FanFic Rulz

FANFIC REQUESTING : CL0SED

So, you just found this blog and you wanna request for me to write somethin, eh? well,of course, you'd need to now the rules first, right? of course you would! so, here they are!

PLEASE READ BEFORE REQUESTING FANFIC!

THANKS!

ONTO LE RULZ!!

WILL DO (FANDOMS):

JOHN DOE (VN)

TOTAL DRAMA

INSIDE JOB

TMNT (2012)

SPOOKY MONTH

SOUTH PARK

PPB (PICTURE PERFECT BOYFRIEND)

WELCOME HOME (WEB)

YFM (YOUR FAVRIOTE MARTIAN)

SUPER MARIO BROS. MOVIE

DR. SUESS'S THE LORAX (2012 FILM)

COOKIE RUN: KINGDOM

FIONA AND CAKE / ADVENTURE TIME

WILL DO (CHARACTERS):

JOHN DOE (VN):

JOHN DOE(who else is there??)

TOTAL DRAMA:

MOST IF NOT ALL CHARACTERS FROM THE FIRST FEW SEASONS AND IN ALL STARS

INSIDE JOB:

THE ENTIRETY OF "THE GANG"

RAD RIDDLY (vine boom here)

ELIOT MOTH MAN (bbg lul)

TAMIKO RIDLEY

TMNT(2012):

LEO

RALPH

DON

MIKE

SPOOKYMONTH(YT):

SKID(ONLY PLATONIC STUFF, UNLESS ITS SKIDXPUMP, BUT NOTHING NSFW OR WEIRD WITH THE BABIES PLS)

PUMP(SAME AS SKID LUL)

LILA

JUANE

KEVIN

HAPPY FELLA (SHOW VER)

SAD GUY

DEXTER

DEXTER DOLL

THE THIEVES

BOB VELSEB

STREBER

THE HATZGANG (ROMANTIC AND SHIPPING IS OK, JUST NO PEDO STUFF)

SOUTH PARK

ERIC CARTMAN

KYLE

STAN

KENNY

BUTTERS

TWEEK

TOLKIEN

CRAIG

CLYDE

WENDY

MIKE/VAMPIR

DAMIEN THORN

PIP/PHILLIP PIRRIP

CHRISTOPHE (THE MOLE)

ESTELLA HAVISHAM

POCKET

PPB(PICTURE PERFECT BOYFRIEND):

ASHTON FELL

KADSEY KADSINGTON

VINCENT VON EISLIED

"JOHN DOE"/MAX

ASHTON FELL/ASHINO

WELCOME HOME (WEB):

WALLY DARLING

SALLY STARLIGHT

JULIE JOYFUL

FRANK FRANKLY

EDDIE DEAR

HOWDY PILLAR

BARNABY B. BEAGLE

YFM (YOUR FAVRIOTE MARTIAN):

PUFF PUFF

AXEL

DEEJAY

BENATAR

SUPER MARIO BROS. MOVIE

MARIO M.

LUIGI M.

PEACH T.

BOWSER K.

DR. SUESS'S THE LORAX (2012 FILM)

THE ONCELER

(i added the lorax just for Oncie lmao)

COOKIE RUN: KINGDOM

ALL OF THEM. (i cannot list them here, there are at least 107 cookies I will write for, as I do not write for FUCKING GINGRR BREAVE RAGH)

FIONNA AND CAKE / ADVENTURE TIME

FIONNA

FINN (The adult Ver from Fiona and Cake, canonically in his 20's)

FARMBOY FINN

SIMON PETRIKOV

ICE KING

WINTER KING

GARY PRINCE

MARSHALL LEE

BUBBLEGUM PRINCESS

MARCELINE

PRISMO

WON'T DO:

NSFW/SMUT OF ANY KIND, SO NO LEMONS OR LIMES, MAKE-OUT IS OK, AND HIGHLY ROMANTIC IS GOOD TOO, JUST NO SESMGEY STUFFS, OK? OK.

PEDO SHIT. ALL PEDOS GET OUT AND LEAVE MY BLOG.

ZOO SHIT. GET THE FUCK OUT.

I JUST CANT DO ANY EXTREME GORE, SORRY.

GINGER BRAVE FROM CR: K. I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU REQUEST HIM.

WILL DO:

FLUFF

ROMANCE

ANGST (EVEN THO IM KINDA ASS AT IT)

YANDERE STUFFS

STALKING

LIGHT GORE

AND OTHER SHIT IG- JUST NO SMUT AND WHATEVER ISN'T IN THE WON'T DO LIST IS FINE.

OH AND THERE WILL BE CUSSING IF YOU COULDN'T TELL.

feel free to request!

[mary-is-writing]

@writeblrcafe Secret Santa 2023🎅🎁

Thank you for organizing this event! This is my gift for @sparrow-orion-writes , I hope you like this short story!! Sorry it took me so long, I wanted to finish by Christmas but life happened. Still, here it is, a coffee shop kinda enemies-to-lovers with a fantasy setting story. Happy holidays and happy new year!!!

Title: Snakes and Vines

Word count: 2409

CW: None

Something was burning and it wasn’t Eri’s fault.

She could’ve sworn she hadn’t left the oven unattended for that long. She simply went to decorate as many cookies as she could while the cupcakes finished baking, and then, she was planning on going back and multitask on decorating both to finish earlier. But it seemed that hellfire powder, though a quick rising agent, was more flammable than she thought, since the whole oven went up in flames with a kaboom that could be heard from every place in the shop.

The bits and pieces went flying, destroying most of the kitchen as well as whatever pastries were lying around. The good news was that nothing hit her and the coffee shop was empty since it was already late; the bad news was that the destruction reached even the tables and chairs that were farthest from the kitchen. The worse news was that her boss was already stomping his big combat boots towards her direction while yelling and cursing all heaven and hell, and there was no way for her to fix it before he opened the kitchen door. The terrible news was that the fire was spreading quickly through the wall.

And the worst, most absolute, horrible news was that a bunch of cookie-frosting and burnt cupcake had flown right into Amalia’s face, of all the demons in Obertham. However, as established earlier, this was not Eri’s fault.

“This is your fault!”, she quickly yelled at her, while Amalia tried to clean her face.

“WHAT?! How the fuck this is my fault?!” Amalia’s snake hair hissed back at her.

“You kept messing with the oven when I told you to leave it alone!” Eri answered, vines with thorns quickly growing around her.

“YOU’RE the one that added the stupid hellfire powder even though I told you not to!”

“And I wouldn’t have needed to bake another batch quickly five minutes before going home if you knew how to bake shit!”

“The only reason I have to bake is because of your slow ass that doesn’t get anything done! At least I know how to prepare coffee while working in a coffee shop.”

“You’re just a–”

“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY KITCHEN?!”

Their boss entered, his screech giving off a freezing gust of wind so cold it immediately put down the fire. Then, after giving a quick look to the damage and the two, proceeded to freeze them in place so he could lecture them both for about half an hour, all the while letting his rage take control of his ice and making them feel like they were in a freezer. Eri didn’t like working for an ice demon; whether he was happy or angry (especially when angry) he was always surrounded by the cold. The whole “enjoying a warm coffee in a chilly environment” was part of the shop’s charm, but a dryad like her would never understand why anyone would like that. Still, she needed this job, so she had to suck it while trying to not freeze to death.

But getting yelled at was unfair. Sure, maybe she had added a tiny bit more of hellfire powder than she should have, but if Amalia hadn’t been messing with the oven, the settings would’ve been the correct ones and it wouldn’t have exploded. Nothing her boss would listen to, though, and she found herself being ordered to stay overnight, clean the whole mess and re–bake everything to be ready for tomorrow.

Alongside Amalia, because of course. And at that hour, it was only natural for their tasks to extend into ungodly hours of the night, so of course they had to spend it there. There was a sleeping room, destined to be used by employees in times where the shop had to remain open for days straight, like in the Festival of Light, so they could take turns sleeping and working during their shifts. Eri was glad that she at least wouldn’t have to sleep on the floor.

There was only one bed. Because of course.

“I’ll take the floor”, she said with a groan.

“No, I’ll take it”, Amalia said. “You take the bed. Just give me some sheets or something.”

“I said I’ll take it”, Eri responded dry. “It’s gonna be colder than usual thanks to the boss’s fit, and that’s bad for a snake demon like you.”

“Said the dryad, the cold is just as bad for you. Besides, I’m younger, so it’s better if I take the floor.”

“I’m sorry, did you just call me old?”

“Oh, for the love of–” Amalia ran a hand over her face. Some of her snakes hissed in frustration at her, and Eri almost wanted to hiss back. “Just take the goddamn bed, Eri.”

“No”, she crossed her arms. “After all, it’s the responsibility of the older ones to take care of the children. So, you take it.”

“Fine, I guess nobody is sleeping in the bed, then. We’ll both sleep on the floor.”

Eri was used to fight with Amalia at this point, so much so that she didn’t even think to contradict her just for the sake of it. Forest will wither and oceans will dry before she’d let her win an argument.

“If that’s the case, why don’t we both sleep in the bed, then?”, she said, only realizing what words had left her mouth afterwards.

“Fine! Geez! Have it your way then!”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

After a couple more “fines” that we’re said in a very “fuck you” kind of way, they both climbed in the bed. Amelia took the side closest to the wall, while Eri the side towards the door. There was also just one sheet and pillow, so they had to sleep back-to-back without moving an inch.

What a night. Eri couldn’t remember a worse one since she started working there…though having to carry around her tree in a pot in the middle of a cold night after getting evicted was a close one. Now what? She hoped the boss wouldn’t fire her for this. Without a job, one cannot survive in Obertham, not only because it was required for non-humans to have one in order to remain in the city, but also because it was expensive as hell and almost no landlord would give her a lease without one. Feeling the physical exhaustion and the mental stress growing got to her and, ever so softly, she sniffed a few tears away.

“I’m sorry.” Hearing Amalia apologize shot Eri wide awake.

“What did you just said?”, she asked, still not facing her. Amalia sighed, in a way Eri’d never heard before.

“You’re right. I shouldn’t have messed with the oven. I thought that, if you weren’t gonna listen about the hellfire powder, at least I could prevent the oven from exploding by changing the settings, but…”

“Wow. You literally couldn’t have done a worse job.”

“Yeah. So. Well. I’ll tell the boss tomorrow to not punish you too much more for it.”

That was…weird. Was Amalia actually…being reasonable? As Eri was trying to wrap her head around this situation, a thought crossed her mind.

“You heard me cry, didn’t you”, she asked, monotone.

“…No.”

“Okay. Yeah. That’s not gonna fly.”

“I just thought you…could use a win.”

“Wow. Thanks.” Sarcasm dripped from her lips. And it must have been really bitter because Amalia immediately stood up.

“Why do you hate me, Eri? What have I ever done to you?”

“You mean besides destroying the kitchen, almost killing me, and jeopardizing my livelihood?”

“But you didn’t start hating me now, did you?” Even in the darkness, Eri could see the silhouette of the snakes in Amalia’s head squirming because of how agitated she was.

“I don’t hate you.” She answered. “I just don’t like you.”

“What’s the difference?”

“If I hated you, you’d be seeing me with thorns all around me all day long, since I have to be all day long next to you.”

“Okay, fine. Why do you dislike me, then?”

Maybe it was the tiredness. Maybe it was that they were completely alone, in the darkness, and she couldn’t see Amalia’s face. For whatever reason, Eri felt like spilling her guts.

“Because you’re arrogant, despite only knowing how to brew coffee. And you are terrible at baking, yet you act like you’re in charge of the kitchen. And you’re younger than me, yet ever since you first came you’ve had this attitude of ‘why do I have to work with this useless adult?’. And even though I need this job to survive, you act like just being here is a bother and couldn’t care less of what happens to it or me.”

The silence that proceeded was as cold as the floor, and as the seconds passed and Eri regained her composure, she started to wonder if she’d said too much. But then, Amalia talked.

“What about you, then? Ever since I came here, you’ve treated me with nothing but hostility.  You just assumed whatever you wanted about me and decided that you didn’t like me. I’ll admit I’m bad at baking, and I hate it, but if I didn’t care about this job, I would simply get another one. Saying that I don’t care about what happens to it or you is honestly insulting. You think I’m that heartless just cause I’m a demon?”

“Of course not. You think I’m nice and delicate just cause I’m a dryad?”

“A rabid hellhound is nicer and more delicate than you.”

Eri let out a sound that was a mix of scoff and laughter. Still laying on the bed, she breathed deeply.

“I’m sorry, too. For, you know… Antagonizing you, and stuff.” It felt awkward. When was the last time she’d talked with her without feeling a headache? Scratch that; Eri didn’t even think she’d ever had this calm of a conversation with Amalia, ever. “But don’t you think it’d be better if you showed you care more?”

“Well, don’t you think it’d be better if you learned how to serve a cup?” She said, playfully.

“Why? Your coffee is great, I don’t need to learn.”

Amalia blinked. Some of her snakes looked at each other.

“You…like my coffee?” Eri felt wide awake for the second time. Crap, she hadn’t meant to say it. “You’ve…never said so…”

“Because I didn’t want it to get into your big head”, she said, then instantly regretted it. “Yeah, I like your coffee. It’s good coffee. Great, even. I don’t know how you do it, but every single fricking cup you make it’s perfect. Happy?”

She wanted to cover her face with her vines and disappear. Never would she had imagined she’d compliment Amalia, out loud, to her face.

“I…I like your baking.” Amalia responded, shyly.

“Don’t give me the pity talk, please.”

“No, I mean it. I started working here because… because of it.” Eri looked at her in the dark. She could almost see Amalia’s hand playing with her snake hair. “And I’ve always been good with coffee cause, y’know, my snakes help me perceive the smells and temperature appropriate for each brew, so I thought I could work here. Never expected to blow up the kitchen.”

There was something there, though. Something about the way the silhouette of her hand moved, how the snakes danced over the fingers. Like a very distant memory Eri’d almost forgotten but that came back little by little as she spoke.

“Wait…” Eri threaded carefully. “Are you– Are you that girl that always came here and always ordered black coffee with marshmallows and a slice of abyss strawberry shortcake? The one that always burnt her tongue whenever she had her first sip?

Amalia let out the biggest groan Eri had ever heard leave her lips.

“How do you remember that but not me?”

The dryad basically jumped up and sat on the bed next to her.

“WHAT?! That was you?!”

“Of course it was me! How have you never noticed it?! How many snake demons do you see in the daily to not recognize me?”

“I mean, all dryads have face blindness, so…?”

Well, that wasn’t an answer Amalia was expecting at all.

“W-Wait. What?”

“Yeah. We can only recognize one another. Everyone else just looks the same, like, beyond things like voices or mannerisms? It’s like trying to differentiate two grains of rice. And that was so long ago that both things are very fuzzy in my memory. But was that really, really you?”

“Yes, it was. Why do you keep asking?”

“Cause I’m pretty sure that girl gave me a love letter once”, she said. “But then she stopped coming, so I could never answer back.”

Eri could almost swear she heard a little gasp. The snakes suddenly stopped moving, and Amalia turned away, the line of her face showing she was looking left. Suddenly her coming to the coffee shop a lot, to the point of even starting to work there, made much more sense.

“That was in the past. Before I knew a rabid hellhound was nicer than you.”

The feel of a grin in Eri’s face made a few little flowers grow at the tip of her hair.

“Hoh? Disappointed, then?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe”, Amalia answered, trying to sound calm. So, since she was playing the cool card, Eri decided to play along.

“Really?” She approached her. Vines filled with leaves and flowers grew around, and she trapped Amalia with them by the wrists, the hip, and one ankle. “Then I guess this would do nothing for you, hm?”

The snakes hissed at her. For the first time since knowing her, she thought that reaction was cute.

“Screw you”, Amalia spouted.

“Pfft. Yeah, you wish.”

“ERI!” The dryad laughed as a response. She released the snake demon and went back to lay in the bed.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop. Goodnight, Amalia.”

Eri closed her eyes. Who knew her demon coworker could be this innocent? If she didn’t get fired, she’d have to start treating her more gently. Perhaps she’d get more fun reactions like those. As she was getting ready to start drifting into sleepiness, the voice of Amalia reached her once more.

“And what was it? Your answer…?”

Eri didn’t open her eyes, but she smiled.

“Maybe I’ll tell you over some coffee and cake.”

[birgittesilverbae]

top 5 snacks :)

sun-warmed wild raspberries just picked, something about having to fight thorns for them just makes them so much better (me in my pvc raingear fighting through the tangles of vines built up around our bunker silo)

get a hankering for those 10 pack vanilla frosted sugar cookies every so often when I miss the roommate who introduced me to them

frozen grapes my beloved

i will eat sour patch kids until i regret it

granny smith apples sliced with sea salt

[cookiesofthecosmos]

White Rose Enchantress Cookie

Often referred to as “White Rosie”, this peculiar cookie commonly resides within a garden of white roses usually referred to as their secret since she’s seldom seen walking among them. Harsh sunlight harms her due to her overall light coloring and she often hides within shaded areas as a result. White Rosie may look ominously familiar, but her origins are not something she is keen to telling others. However, it is known she came from a large white rose that bloomed from a soul fragment embedded in a garden of white roses. When darkness covered the land, the garden wilted and the flowers casted their life into the newly formed Cookie to save her. Unfortunately, while it did work, the darkness still remains within her…Alongside light. The rest is shrouded in mystery but a few know the tale beyond that.

White Rosie is a skilled fighter, using vines to tangle her opponents and then summon vines with thorns to further harm them. But! She is quite gentle and rarely finds the desire to fight anyone. Additionally, she possesses some healing ability as the petals of her rose horn can soothe wounds and heal them over time. Magic is a limited power; Too much light hurts and too much dark hurts. She must use them within balance or risk one of two sides overpowering the other.

Her wings allow flight but due to an old injury she can’t really fold them properly. She is loved by two. White Rosie refuses to believe her fate is to be evil; She will decide her own destiny. No matter how long it takes. No matter how often Dark Enchantress Cookie tells her to accept the darkness in her soul. After all, her horns are just thick vines!

[gothicwitcholive]

You know, this takes me back to the days where if people saw a boy bully a girl, it was because he liked her. I hate that classic trope, so much.

A new anon here (me), but I hope there's no redemption arc for the Beasts. White Lily Cookie, get those Beasts, especially Shadow Milk Cookie, who indirectly killed Elder Faerie Cookie.

Burning Spice Cookie? Yeah this man wanted to destroy everything GC ever loved. Would a partner do that? My partner wanted to do that. Destroy EVERYTHING I ever loved.

Also, for a redemption arc, there's no purpose?? No way in hell ANY of the Ancients want to talk to the Beasts. Pure Vanilla Cookie needs to put his foot down and straight up defeat Shadow Milk Cookie in January.

Hey new Anon!

I also hate the "if they bully you, it means you're their crush!" trope too. No, no it doesn't. If they truly liked someone, why would they go out of their way to be an ass to their "crush"? Wouldn't they be nice and try to do something sweet?

Plus the Beasts most likely have no intention on changing themselves. Hell MF had some reason to be the way she is, but BS did it because he was bloody bored. BORED? DUUUUUDE! There is no reason to redeem them and even if they were possibly redeemed, the scars are still there. How come it's acceptable when GC is upset with WL, but it's not acceptable for GC to be upset with BS? He wanted to destroy everything she loved, and for what? Why the hell would you be in a relationship with someone that wanted to fuck up everything you love? (It's not a direct attack, it's just asking in general.)

It's not love to destroy what your partner(s) ever loved. It's abuse. She lost her gothdamn queendom once, and risked losing it again to him. Love is not a vine with thorns piercing hearts, love is not tearing off someone's wings so they can't fly, and love certainly isn't stomping all over a partner or partners because of boredom.

I hope PV whoops SM's ASS. Fuck that, "The truth always prevails" bullshit, it's time for "It's time to have your ass handed to you on a silver platter, or more like a silver TREE."

[lilmissytealbow]

Meet the Flower Captains

[rainbowxocs]

(REFERENCE COMING SOON)

Name: Jonah Louis Francois.

Alt Names: Moon, Mouse.

Special Titles: Forsaken God.

Old Titles: Roi De France, Dauphin de France, General, God of Knowledge, God of Mourning, God of the Moon, God of Healing, False God.

Username: @jonahfrancois

Nicknames: Your Majesty, Your Highness, My Prince, Chiot, Baby Girl, La Lune, Moonie, Old Man, Hero, Mr Nice Guy, Dog Boy, My Muse, Watson.

Chronological Age: 4.5 Billion.

Vessel Age: 605.

Age: 45.

Pronouns: Any Pronouns.

Sexuality: Demisexual, Gay.

Gender: Transfeminine, Nonbinary, Genderqueer.

Base Species: Starling.

Current Species: Litch.

Disorders: Insomnia, CPTSD, Morality OCD, Autism, Schizophrenia, NPD, ASPD, Bulimia.

Physical Disabilities: Blind in Left Eye,Dyslexia, Chronic Pain, Cursed, Immunocompromised.

Curse Info: He got cursed after trying to deceive the gods. The curse has two parts to it, Jonah is able to feel everyone‘s pain and emotions within a 50 mile radius of him, Jonah is able to take a persons pain/injury and transfer it to himself. Jonah also has a sort of Hanahaki-esque part to his curse, where Roses and Thorny Branches will sometimes consume him or cause him to throw up the flowers. Usually this part of the curse activates if Jonah hurts someone. His hands and arms can also blacken if he uses excessive power.

Recovering Addictions: Nicotine (Cigarettes), Alcohol, Cocaine.

Religion: None.

Job: Professional Antihero, Hospital Administrator, Cafe Owner, Painter.

Degrees: Mathematics, Physics, Paramedic Science, NPLQ, Health Administration.

Lives in: NYC, New York, 2306.

Languages: Voynich,French, English, ASL, LSF, Spanish, Chinese, Hindi, Japanese, Arabic, German, Danish, Italian, Russian, Dutch.

Height: 6’5”

Ethnicity: French.

Accent: French.

Monster Form: Black Shadowy Werewolf-Like Creature with glowing white eyes. Slightly staticy.

Animal Form: Giant Powder Blue Isopod.

Other Form: Blue Goop.

Spirit Form: Blue Firey Figure with Glowing White Eyes.

Spirit Level: Acceptance.

Powers: Healing, Thorn Vines, Siren, Illusion Magic, Reality Bending, Shapeshifting, Snow Magic, Fire Magic, Plant Magic, Hypnosis, Water Magic, Causing Eclipses, Strings, Necromancy, Ocean Magic, Mind Walking, Dream Walking.

Weapons: Sword, Knife.

Alignment: Lawful Neutral.

Text Color: Blue.

Main Animal: Dogs, Otters, Mice.

Main Hobbies: Piano, Painting, Sewing, Crochet, Knitting, Antiquing, Reading, Video Games.

Favorite Drinks: Peppermint Tea, Hot Chocolate,

Favorite Snacks: Almonds, Cheese, Tortilla Chips, Triskets, Pomegranates.

Favorite Meals: Peanut Butter and Pickle Sandwiches, Mac and Cheese, Tacos, Ratatouille, Garbure, Mushroom and Olive Pizza, Maki Rolls, Sashimi, Toast.

Favorite Dessert: Blueberry Muffins, Chocolate Chip Cookies, Swirl Icecream.

Favorite Flower: Daffodils, Lilies, Daisies.

Scent: Fancy Vanilla Cologne.

Handedness: Right Handed.

Blood Color: Gold/Silver, Sometimes Red.

Awareness: Very Aware. (Effect: Negative.)

Birthday: December 1st 1701

Theme:

Playlist:

Fun Facts: Jane Austen is one of his favorite authors, He is fork lift certified.

Special Interests: History, Heroism, Physics, Project Sekai and Vocaloid, Idols, Animals.

Stims: Very subtle stims. Fidgeting with pens, playing with his hair, etc.

Stimboard: COMING SOON.

Moodboard: COMING SOON.

Fashion Board: COMING SOON.

Comfort Objects: Teddy (Old Teddy Bear.)

Family:

Alden Francois, Madeline Francois. (Parents.)

Charles, Pierre, Raphael, Angelo. (Brothers.)

Evelyn Williams (Adoptive Grandmother)

Lila Francois (Adoptive Daughter)

Evan Sirius (Adoptive Son)

Kaela Sirius (Adoptive Daughter)

Eurydice DuPont (Daughter)

Aurora DuPont (Daughter)

Eeshani DuPont (Step Daughter)

Friends: Samantha, Claire, Malik.

Romance: James DuPont, Aditya Ravi. (Spouses.)

Enemies: James DuPont (Mortal Enemy)

Pets: Jasper (Service Dog) (Golden Retriver), Pepper (Grey,Tan, and White Cat with Cerebellar Hypoplasia), Aquarium with Various Fish.

Reincarnations: Achilles, Other Unknown Reincarnations.

Brief Personality: Not many people know the real Jonah. He has carefully crafted his personality over the past few hundred years in order to be the epitome of perfection. Kind, Generous, Empathetic. He wants nothing more than to help people, to be good. However underneath the mask, Jonah is incredibly lonely. He often feels like there is a glass wall between him and other people. The “real” Jonah, doesn’t react correctly, doesn’t have the proper emotions or thoughts. So he buries that within himself. Though, some have noticed his mask is slipping.

Brief Backstory: [COMING SOON]

[imjustheretofangirl003]

Theres often been this whole thing abt making tumblr easier for new users but yknow what I want them to teach people before they can make a post?

HOW TO NOT SPAMTAG

If you are posting a selfie, headshot, not even bust up, and a piece of a plant is 2 pixels wide in the background

You dont add the plant tag

You do not tag it as the top 3 or 10 trending tags to get traction/attention

Unless the tos has changed, doing stuff like that is actually reportable as spam because you arent using tags right!!

Yes everyone has their own way to be on the internet and we often use tags for full sentences but thats not what Im seeing here. Im seeing blogs less than 2 months old gumming up broad tags with selfies, irrelevant shit, etc. Yes that picture of Zelda you ripped off Pinterest that was ripped off a Tumblr has a rose in her hand. Its not polite to tag it as plant leaf rose vine thorn Zelda dark academia cookie run and bisexual.

This is mostly just a rant to get it out, I understand people are new and new and trying to figure things out but Gosh I just autoblock every 👋 new account because theyre mistagging shit wrong and are the last 4 hours of uploads in a tag. I dont even know if they are bots at this point or Tumblr just explains things reallly bad

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

Main Objective: Leave The Dorm Updated Objective: Defeat Sebek (Complete) Current Objective: *CRITICAL BOSS BATTLE*

[Dawn was able to use Sebek's Speed against him and trapped him in a leg rope trap, causing him to fall, and he could not take it off as Dawn ran off.]

[Dawn reached the Main Foyer but placed her pistol in her holster on her side and pulled out a new Rubber Ball Gun she was saving just in case: A Rubber Ball Assault Rifle. She looked around and saw nothing - it was completely empty and she made a move for the door when Thorn Vines erupted from the ground to cover the door; preventing Dawn from escaping. The Green Fire Lanterns on the walls lit up and Dawn could feel the final boss had arrived.]

[Dawn turns around slowly to see the figure of her Eldest Brother, Malleus Draconia, sitting on his throne with the fire giving him a very intimidating look.]

Dawn (Gripping the Assault Rifle as she looks at Malleus): I should have known you would make such an entrance, Eldest Brother. I've defeated your soldiers and I shall ask only once: Allow me to leave or we shall face in combat. You shall not claim my cookies this time around, Brother.

Malleus: The others do not deserve your baked goods. They do not appreciate it as we do. But, if we have to fight, let it be one to be remembered!

[sleepyfaolan]

\\Prev: here//

Zenithine snickers to himself as he continues to get lost in a forest, leaving sporadic marks to signal where he's been in the least helpful way possible,' marking only where I've turned is fucking funny, fuck you, Matt!' He wheezed as he turned left and marks the tree to his right, taking ten steps forward to mark a different tree before turning left again.

'Awoof!' A living cake barked as it bounds up to Zenithine, catching the human off guard,' you good there?' He asked the cake as he kneels to look at it a bit better,' woof!' The cake barked again, a small portion of its behind wagging,' hmph, cute,' Zenithine snorted as he gently pats the cake's head.

Smiling a small bit as he looks around at his surroundings,' now I'm regretting getting lost out of spite... shit' Zenithine growled as his face turns to a scowl, and starts scuffing the heel of his right shoe,' do you have a home or owner?' He asked the cake, which barks as it bounds back the way it came.

Zenithine follows the cake in the direction it's heading.

○ ○ ○ Meanwhile, with Matt ○ ○ ○

Screaming at the top of their lungs, Matt calls for their friend,' ZeeeEEEN!' No reply, Matt groans in annoyance at their friend's innate need to wonder and explore the surroundings to avoid interacting with other living things.

'Damn it, Zen, where are you?' Matt huffed as they scan the surrounding trees for any evidence that Zenithine has been in the area, mainly the marks on the trees, which he could've easily forgotten to do if something interesting had gained his attention, which after an hour, has become the obvious thing that's happened.

○ ○ ○ An hour and a half later ○ ○ ○

'Zen has been paying attention to something that isn't marking trees in unhelpful ways.' Matt sighed as they pinch their forehead in frustration,' meaning what exactly?' Gingerbrave asked as he looks at the person to his right,' meaning he's following something, it's happened before' Matt groaned as they move to sit down on the ground, Wizard Cookie hummed as he looks at Matt,' if we go back to the kingdom, we will be able to gather a search party and search for Zenithine.'

Matt takes a deep breath as they hang their head between their knees,' I'm not a fan of doing that, but it makes sense, and our only option' Matt groaned in defeat as they brace themselves to stand back up to follow the cookies back to where it is they came from once the group is out of the forest. 'Great! Oh! And you'll love our little kingdom, it's awesome!' Gingerbrave exclaimed in his excitement about everything that is happening so far.

So, off the group trots, for roughly four and a half hours until they come upon a clock tower,' well, this is it! Our little kingdom, we're not quite sure on what to call it,' Gingerbrave admitted with a sorry smile, chuckling softly Matt smiles, knowing what Zenithine would say as a name,' what about... Mythpoint?' Matt suggested with an awkward smile, Gingerbrave's eyes shine as he looks at the four other cookies with him,' Mythpoint?' Chili Pepper Cookie questioned as she side-eyes Matt. 

Matt looks at Chili Pepper Cookie with an icy look to his face,' and do you have a problem with it?' Matt asked while Custard Cookie III nods at the name in approval, Strawberry Cookie smiles sweetly as she nods, and Wizard Cookie smiles with a curt nod of approval,' then it's settled, my wondrous kingdom shall be called Mythpoint.' Custard Cookie III announced after Gingerbrave pumped his crispy fist in the air with a big smile on his face.

○ ○ ○ Now Zenithine with the Cake Hound ○ ○ ○

A giant cake surrounded by slanted and tilted candy cane thorns, tainted vines, and melting choco trees sit in the middle of what looks to be a wasteland of sorts with a path lit by candy cane torches leading to a round table not that far away from it. Zenithine hums as he continues to follow the cake hound towards the giant cake, catching a glimpse of a pack of them playing tug-o-war with a vine.

'So, this is your home, huh? It seems rather barren,' Zenithine muttered to himself as he looked at the landscape around him,' Chiffon, who is this?' a soft sounding voice questioned from just up ahead of the cake hound and human,' awhoo, woof' the cake barked with a small huff as it sits down in front of Zenithine,' he's a new friend you found?' the owner of the soft voice asked as they approached the two, Zenithine looks, and it's another cookie, but one of its arms is cake.

The strange cookie looks up from the cake hound and studies the human's face carefully,' well, you don't look like a cake, what are you?'