#witch of pure white and souls of silver

[yanderecookierunkingdom]

Six becomes Five

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You were going to crumble Shadow Milk Cookie.

You stood there beside Pure Vanilla Cookie, eyes shrunk as your eyes stared at the weak and dying Elder Faeire Cookie.

You were going to crumble Shadow Milk Cookie, going to crumble him, beat him so badly that his crumbs turned to dust-

A hand gently grabbed yours. Pure Vanilla Cookie looked up at you, eyes filled with concern. "Reader Cookie?" He whispered gently.

".. I regret ever thinking that Shadow Milk Cookie could see reason," you lamented softly. "This.. proves he can't."

You watched as White Lily Cookie accepted Elder Faerie Cookie's plea to become the new Guardian of the Silver Tree.

You closed your eyes.

"HA HA HA HA!!" Shadow Milk Cookie's mocking voice rang out. "No matter what you do, the ending stays the same! Looks like the show is over for our little Guardian!"

"HA HA HA HA HA!!!!"

"That voice!!!" Gingerbrave fumed, gripping his candycane.

"He's still here somewhere...!" Strawberry Cookie gasped.

"I cannot forgive this..." White Lily Cookie narrowed her eyes. "I will bring him down... no matter what it takes...!"

"We'll be right by your side as you do," you declared as you walked over. The Ancient's eyes light up in surprise. "Me especially. Shadow Milk Cookie will pay for this."

"Do you not hold any attachments to him, Sparkling Joy Cookie...?" Silverbell Cookie asked carefully.

"After this.. No." You placed a hand over your amulet. "It's time I finally face the music I've been ignoring for so long."

As White Lily Cookie smiled, and opened her mouth to thank you, but as if to interrupt the sweet moment..

The ground began to rumble, and the bark of the tree c r a c k e d.

"No...!" You and the new Guardian gasped.

Red magic began to consume everything.

"The power of the Beasts!" Your eyes went wide.

"KYAAA HA HA HA HA!!!"

"LET IT BUUUUURRN! LET IT ALL BUUUURN! AH HA HA HA HA!"

"What happened?!" Gingerbrave panicked, bumping into Strawberry Cookie.

As the group began to panic and discuss what needed to be done, a voice began to grow in Pure Vanilla Cookie's mind.

Pure Vanilla Cookie... Pure Vanilla Cookie...! Show me your strength...! The Silver Tree's strength is all gone, don't you see...?! All you need to do is cut it down for good...!

"No... This voice within me..." Pure Vanilla Cookie gripped his head.

"It isn't me...!!!" It isn't you!!!

Cut down the tree...

Don't listen to him, Pure Vanilla Cookie! You know this isn't you!

Cut it down with your own hands...

"No.."

"GET OUT OF MY/HIS HEAD!" The Ancient Cookie shouted, the Light of Compassion echoing with him.

(From his place, Shadow Milk Cookie couldn't help but stumble back. Don't tell him that..

Was the Light of Compassion manipulating you, too? Was it working with the damned Witches?

His anger boiled over, and he slammed his fist against a wall. It was fine! This was fine! He could find a way to make his darling Sparkling Joy Cookie a new Soul Jam.)

You grabbed Pure Vanilla Cookie's hands, and Shadow Milk Cookie could be heard shrieking with anger.

"KEEP YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF OF THEM! WHY WON'T YOU OBEY ME?!"

"Focus on me, Pure Vanilla Cookie," you spoke, pressing your forehead against his. "Me and the Light of Compassion. We're all here!"

"YOU! I'M GROWING TIRED OF YOUR PATHETIC CHARADES! THE GUARDIAN LIVES?! WHERE IS HE?!" Shadow Milk Cookie shouted. "WHY WILL PURE VANILLA COOKIE NOT OBEY ME?! WHY IS THE LIGHT OF COMPASSION BETRAYING SPARKLING JOY COOKIE?!"

White Lily Cookie schooled her face. Her staff's end gently hit against the ground as she stood in front of you and Pure Vanilla Cookie. "She." Her grip on her staff tightened. "For I, the Guardian of the Seal, stand right before you! Did you think it was going to be that easy?"

You helped Pure Vanilla Cookie up, refusing to listen to Shadow Milk Cookie's tirade. It didn't matter to you. Even if a new show was beginning.

Half Cookies, who the biggest liar was, and..

"NO!" You cried, watching as strings came and grabbed your helpless friends. "Shadow Milk Cookie, don't!"

"It's alright, Sparkling Joy Cookie!" Shadow Milk Cookie couldn't help a small laugh. He sounded deranged, more than you remember. "Once this little pest of a Guardian is done with, we can deal with these little things together!"

You didn't even think. Your scepter turned to a fork as you pointed it. You glared at him. "We'll see about that."

It was a pity. Once upon a time, you loved all the Beasts. You cared for them deeply. You loved them all in your own way. Your heart beated faster around each of them, but never usually in the way of Shadow Milk Cookie.

As you helped battle him, intentionally taking hits meant for White Lily Cookie, those memories come to the forefront. Times where you would participate in his plays and read stories with him.

A particularly nasty blow reveals some old scars. You keep on moving.

You remembered when you would come to visit him in his tower whenever you were feeling down. You'd cuddle up next to him as he read you some new books he was reading.

There's a nasty blow to your side, and you stumbled. You jam your fork into one of his shadows and fling it away.

You remembered the days and nights following your discovery of their corruption. How it stung and how it hurt. How you wept and wept, praying that it wasn't real. It couldn't be real. They couldn't be gone.

And yet you watched as they descended. As they became obsessed with you. You wished and hoped with all your might that you could save them, but Compassion can only go so far.

Your dance, their cries of anguish, were all so far away, but the memories always stayed. You were oh-so hesitant to connect with your new friends, the Ancients especially. But they proved virtuous, loving, and caring.

Pure Vanilla Cookie, who was practically a foil to Shadow Milk Cookie, gave you the courage to love again.

You'd never experienced pain, as the only ones who could ever hurt you were Cookies of equal power.

Out of the corner of your eye, Shadow Milk Cookie launches an attack towards White Lily Cookie. You don't even think.

You shoved her out of the way as the attack slammed into you.

There was a

CRACK

as the attack intended to crumble White Lily Cookie slammed into you and your Soul Jam. You were flung back, body shrinking as you slammed into the wall behind you, it cracking from the force of the impact.

You fell and hit the floor, your magic no longer able to keep up your Primordial form.

Shades of blue and black were the last thing you saw.

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HAVE ANOTHER CLIFFHANGER! But I also tried something a bit new for this. Tell me what you think!

This does have a happy ending! But I wanted to experiment with this, mostly in the sense of making SbF!Shadow Milk Cookie more delusional in his desire to have You/Sparkling Joy Cookie back. He'll definitely use this as an excuse to blame White Lily Cookie.

[sailorgoon13]

Regulus Black

Basics:

Full Name: Regulus Arcturus Black

Nickname: Reg, Reggie

Gender: Male

Date of Birth: 28 June, 1961

Heritage: English

Blood Status: Pure Blood

Wand: Walnut, Phoenix feather, 11", Rigid

Appearance:

Hair Color: Black hair, natural curl

Eye Color: Grey eyes

Skin Tone: Light

Height: 5'9"

Body Type: Slender, lean.

Style: Tailored robes of rich, deep colors��charcoal black, midnight blue, and emerald green. Beneath his robes, he favored crisp, white shirts paired with fitted trousers. His hair, dark and tousled, fell effortlessly across his forehead. Around his neck, he wore a simple pendant

Features: His hair dark and possibly slightly unkempt. His stormy grey eyes. Stoic exterior

Personality:

Traits: Determination, Integrity, Compassion, Selflessness

Likes: Music, Art, Nature walks

Dislikes: Arrogance, Close mindedness, Prejudice, Injustice

Hobbies: Quidditch, Reading

Fears: Voldemort, What Voldemort planned on doing

Family and Friends:

Father: Orion Black

Staunch believers in the supremacy of pure-blood wizards and witches

Likely authoritarian parents who expected strict obedience and adherence to family traditions from their sons. Their rigid upbringing likely contributed to the conflicts and tensions within the Black family.

Mother: Walburga Black

Was infamous for her enchantment of the Black family tapestry, which displayed the family's tree.

She blasted off the names of any family members who were disowned or deemed unworthy, including Sirius when he left home.

Friends: Regulus upbringing within the pure-blood supremacist Black family, suggests that he may not have had many genuine friendships, especially outside of those who shared his family's beliefs. His relationship with his brother Sirius suggests that he may have harbored feelings of loyalty and affection towards him, despite their differences. Though strained by their ideological divide, their familial bond could have provided a foundation for understanding and mutual support.

Magic:

Special Abilities: Was taught Dark Magic at a young age

Boggart: Voldemort

Patronus: He could not produce one

Polyjuice: Would appear to be black with silver specks. Smells like old parchment and ink, mixed with earthy tones. The taste would be subtle and similar to dark chocolate with a hint of bitterness.

Amortentia: Subtle undertone of smoky incense or burning parchment, a faint scent of lilies and fresh air after a storm

Backstory:

From a young age, Regulus Black was groomed to uphold the traditions and beliefs of his prestigious pure-blood family. His parents, Orion and Walburga, had high expectations for both him and his older brother Sirius, expecting them to excel in their studies at Hogwarts and uphold the family's legacy of loyalty to the Dark Lord Voldemort.

As children, Regulus and Sirius were inseparable, bound by their shared experiences and the weight of their family's expectations. They dreamed of making their mark on the wizarding world together, fueled by their ambition and thirst for recognition.

But as they grew older, Sirius began to question their family's beliefs and rebel against their parents' authority. His defiance strained their relationship, leaving Regulus torn between his loyalty to his family and his affection for his brother.

Desperate to prove himself to his parents and earn their approval, Regulus stepped up to fill the role that Sirius had abandoned. He embraced the teachings of Voldemort and joined the ranks of the Death Eaters, believing that he was serving a noble cause and fulfilling his family's expectations.

However, as Regulus became more deeply involved in Voldemort's dark agenda, he began to witness the true extent of the Dark Lord's cruelty and ruthlessness. Horrified by the atrocities committed in his name, Regulus started to question his allegiance and the values instilled in him by his family.

It was during this tumultuous time that Regulus learned of Voldemort's Horcruxes—objects containing fragments of his soul that ensured his immortality. Fueled by a sense of duty and redemption, Regulus resolved to atone for his past mistakes by destroying one of the Horcruxes—the locket hidden in the cave.

In a daring and selfless act, Regulus defied Voldemort and ventured into the treacherous cave, facing countless dangers to reach the locket. Though he ultimately succeeded in retrieving it, he paid the ultimate price for his bravery, sacrificing his life to ensure that Voldemort's reign of terror would be brought to an end.

Regulus Black may have started his journey as a pawn of his family's ambitions and Voldemort's manipulation, but in the end, he found redemption in an act of courage and self-sacrifice, leaving behind a legacy of bravery and defiance that would inspire others to stand up against darkness and tyranny.

Academics:

Best Subject: DADA

Favorite Subject: Potions

Favorite Professor: Slughorn

Worst Subject: Muggle Studies

Least Favorite Subject: Divination

Least Favorite Professor: McGonagall

Student Life:

Regulus was quite active and had a love for being on the Quidditch team

Was in a few extracurricular activities such as Dueling Club and also Slugclub

He was one of Horace Slughorn's favorite students and excelled at potions

As Sirius began to rebel against their family's beliefs and traditions, tensions between the two brothers would have escalated

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[biscuitsofthesevenseas]

Well! I actually saw your little question about CR plot holes and I wanted to share my little idea for a rewrite!

In the first ep of Beast Yeast, Elder Faerie states all the beasts were in a tree, but Cloud Haetae said that Mystic Flour hid in a cocoon, and that made me (and others) really confused.

So, I know a way to clear up that confusion

DRUMROLL PLEASEEEE.........

FIVE SEPARATE PRISONS FOR THE BEAST COOKIES!

Lemme show you :3

Burning Spice

Her punishment is lying for eternity in the Great Destroyers Tomb, in a coma state. They say strange offerings are brought to the tomb, I wonder why?

Mystic Flour

She is the only one who managed to escape from the good witch, but it wasn’t without them splitting her Soul Jam into both Apathy & Resolution. She hid in the cocoon once again to avoid her crimes.

Shadow Milk

He is trapped in the Silver Tree. I don't know; I was running out of ideas. Also, it sort of fits since he used to have the Light of Knowledge and the tree—okay, you get it. Shadow Milk planted a fake White Lily inside a coffin to fool Pure Vanilla & Elder Faerie. 

Eternal Sugar

She spends her days napping on a cloud, from a dream she can never awaken from. 

Silent Salt

They’re stuck at the bottomless pit. Idk why I just thought it was funny. Just imagine this warrior trying to climb their way up the hole to fight. 

Basically, theres five guardians to these prisons, and EF was the guardian of Shadow Milks prison (Since I hc they were close before corruption). And the Four Heavenly Guardians are in charge of Mystic Flour's cocoon! This is all a WIP until we get the other three beasts.

The Soul Jam acts as the Beasts soul, it was stripped of them when they were prisoned, and they all fell into a coma like state. When they get their soul jam AND their prisons are "destroyed", they will have their full powers back.

Did I mention the Beasts have cults surrounding them? Because yes.

YES YES YESS

This is a brilliant idea!!! Also the cults would be so fun to think about. This is canon for me until devsis says otherwise. Thank you for this contribution to my humble little inbox.

I can ready imagine a bunch of people standing around Silent Salts hole trying to pull the guy out lol

And the people poking sticks up at the sky to wake up eternal sugar

And cookies burning themselves in the Destroyers tomb

This is amazing

[witches-dream]

Seeing everyone's cool AUs, I got a wish to make my own cool AU, about Ancients & Beasts specifically. And I have such a love for demon contract kind of stories that I make an AU like that for my every fandom, so why should CRK be an exception, right~?

So I present to you my new AU, currently only in concept form: Beast Contract AU.

In this AU, the Witches couldn't separate the Soul Jam into two, and the Beasts got sealed away with their full power. As a result of this, two things go very different in this universe: 1) The Ancients don't get a Soul Jam, obviously; and 2) with their full power intact and no White Lily there to seal them back, they are able to escape the Silver Tree earlier, albeit only as spirits. Seeking a strong cookie to serve as their new body, the Beasts come across the would-be Ancients, and make a contract with them when they are at their lowest.

For now, I have stories of only 2 of the pairs, I'm going to share one of them here cuz it's Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk and everybody loves those guys (under cut so the post isn't too long)

During the tragedy at the Blueberry Yogurt Academy, Pure Vanilla had the misfortune of glancing at the opened Dimensional Portal. Even one brief look caused him to lose his mind, memories, shape, body, everything; it was then, that, amidst that insanity, he heard a voice that promised to save him. The voice haunts him to this day, pestering him, never letting him forget the reason why he's still alive. Along with that voice, countless memories, knowledge of generations upon generations of cookies, flooded his head; maybe, just as he became insane for that brief moment back then, he has never gained his sanity back. Shadow Milk swears he would never deceive him like that.

[tinycheesecakedetective]

Edited 11/13/2024.

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 In the distant past, after the chaos and flame subsided, many creatures baked by the witches scattered across the world. Among them were the Five. Five cookies graced with Soul Jam of the purest kind: Knowledge, Volition, Happiness, Change, and Solidarity. The Dessert World bound by these Five Virtues was nothing short of paradise... 

That's how the story starts, that much hasn't changed. A group of five heroes, chosen by forces greater than themselves to protect the world of Earthbread against those seeking to destroy it. But the line between heroes and villains is one that can easily shift... given the right circumstances.

Absolute power corrupts absolutely, after all, bringing them to the most tragic of ends... A fate even the Witches were unable to foresee. These five cookies, once heralded as saviors of all cookie-kind, became agents of chaos and destruction. The five virtues distorted and twisted, becoming Despair, Obstinacy, Ambition, Gluttony, and Discord.

Emboldened, the beasts ushered in an age of darkness, agony and strife spreading across Earthbread. The Witches, so righteous and tender of heart, could not stand to see their creations suffer any longer. They sealed the beasts within the seed of the Silver Tree, and stripped them of their power. Using the untainted pieces, they reforged and purified the soul jam for a new set of holders to wield: Hope, Serenity, Prudence, Rebellion, and Harmony. With this, the creators hoped to find new heroes capable of wielding this sacred power...

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SYNOPSIS

 Exchanged Fates is an alternative universe(AU) that takes the Five Ancient Heroes and switches them with their primeval predecessors, the Five Beasts. Alas, even with new heroes, the past still loves to repeat. As an old threat reawakens from a forgotten time, will these ancient heroes be able to stop him from finishing what he started?

This AU will be using the existing traits (and speculative ones for unreleased characters) of each character rather than simply swapping personalities. Due to the nature of this type of AU, the original plot of the source material will naturally be altered; meaning that in addition to new characters, locations, and establishing kingdoms, preexisting characters, plot lines, artifacts, etc., will either be altered or unchanged depending on their roles in the story.

For reference, here are the most notable swaps.

Pure Vanilla → Shadow Milk Hollyberry → Eternal Sugar Dark Cacao → Mystic Flour Golden Cheese → Burning Spice White Lily → Silent Salt Dark Enchantress → Oblivion Knight Cookie

Any posts related to this project will be located under the tag #exchangedfatesau. If you have any questions, comments, or suggestions, feel free to ask me in my inbox or in the comment section! Your support is greatly appreciated!

RULES

No AI period. Please don't use my sprites or writing to feed into a chat bot, generator, or whatever you plan to do. This is kind of a given, but just in case I'm putting it out there on record.

DMs are allowed, but not encouraged for those of you 18 and over. Do NOT DM me if you are 17 or younger. This blog is rated 18+, meaning it will deal with topics not suitable for those underage. If you have any questions, or just want to send something nice my way, the ask box is always open and free to use! I will be tagging all questions from now on with #cheeseasks.

Fanart and fanfiction are more than encouraged! To keep the original tag clean though, a new tag will be used under #exchangedfanworks. I'll be re-blogging any fan work I find or someone sends my way to put in the tag!

QUICK MENU

Original Concept Text Posts

Concept Post #1 Concept Post #2 Concept Post #3

New Beasts

Everlasting Vanilla Cookie Sprite A Savior's Lament Baneberry Cookie Sprite Midnight Cacao Cookie Sprite Opulent Cheese Cookie Sprite Wilted Lily Cookie Sprite Witches' Pet Synopsis Post

New Ancients

Blueberry Milk Cookie Sprite Character File 01 New Yogurt Council Members Strange Journal Date Sugar Cookie Sprite Rice Flour Cookie Sprite Ghost Spice Cookie Sprite Fleur de Sal Cookie Sprite/Oblivion Knight Cookie Sprite

Extras/Miscellaneous

Beast Icons

[thealphavoidofficial]

Ok finished Crimson Velvets Ref for the CRK Swap Au :3

Lore:

Instead of going alone, White Lilly had convinced Pure Vanilla to come along with her to the Witches Banquet, only to uncover the horrifying truth of their existence, seeing White Lily was about to fall Pure Vanilla pulls her away from the edge, causing him to fall into the Ultimate Dough instead of her, causing Pure Vanilla to be split in 2, creating Crimson Velvet.

After being sealed after the Dark Flour War, Pure Vanilla, the good half, was teleported to Beast-Yeast in a comatose state, where he was found by the Faeries, and where his body was out inside of the Silver Coffin to preserve his body and prevent to from going Stale until he wakes once more.

Meanwhile Crimson Velvet, the bad half, was sealed within a Moonstone at the BlueBerry academy via Dark Moon Magic cast by both White Lily and Pure Vanilla, still waiting to this day to be freed…….until he finally was by a certain batch of young Cookies.

Personality wise he is very manipulative, deceptive and power-hungry.

Relationships:

Strawberry Cookie - Trust: his most trusted servant and right hand, can trust her with secretive information, knowing she will not tell a soul.

“I would trust you with my darkest of secrets my faithful servant”

Custard Cookie III - Family: finding him alone at such a young age Crimson Velvet took him in, seeing he was to soft towards enemies he had found and given him the StrawBerry Jam sword in order to ‘toughen him up’, and although he will never admit it, he has a soft spot for him.

“Your going to soft in them, you need to toughen up if your going to survive, make me proud child”

Chilly Pepper Cookie - Family: Finding her at a young age he had caught her attempting to steal from him, impressed by her stealth, having no one ever sneak up on him like that before, he had decided to take her under his wing, he had modified her body with Cake Parts in order to help her be better equipped to take on larger foes with both Stealth and strength.

“Your stealth impresses me to no end Child, but every dog has it’s day”

Wizard Cookie - Trust: Recruited him after finding him using Lightning spells in the woods, impressed by his magical abilities asked if he would like to join him, and of course, excited to actually be getting Magical training, accepted.

“I promise to teach you what those fools never could”

Poison Mushroom Cookie - Tension: found him wandering the woods alone, and needing more minions he recruited him, he now starting to see the error of that decision.

“If you continue to poison my minions I will have no choice but to deal with you myself”

White Lily - Rival: Has a strong resentment towards her, he may not be Pure Vanilla but he still believes that it should have been her who fell in the Ultimate Dough instead of him.

“It should have been you…”

Gingerbrave and Co - Tension: He believes that they are nothing more then immature Freshly bakes Cookies who have no chance at stopping him, though did attempt to to convince Gingerbrave to join the ‘winning side’.

“I can sense great Pain and darkness in your heart young one…….Feed it…..embrace it……Use it, I can assure you it will come in handy one day”

[itsupermanti]

Written for @howi99, for a story idea that I helped him develop on Discord, relating to these posts.

The Black Knight of Remnant

Oscar(eyes wide at the sight of a blond knight in black appearing from the glowing circle in his barn): What the…?

???(arms crossed over his chest with his eyes closed): I’m Berserker, a Servant who will be protecting you for the coming Holy Grail War. And I must ask of you.

Berserker(opening his eyes to reveal his amber irises): Are you my-

(Artwork not mine)

Berserker(his right brow rising in confusion as he sees the Farmboy before him): Wait a minute, Oscar?

Oscar(eyes going wide in alarm as his hold on his pitchfork tightens): How do you know my name?!

Berserker(looking around in confusion): This isn’t Haven, where are we? Where are the others?

Berserker(turning back to Oscar): And why are yo-

TING!!!

Berserker(glancing down at the pitchfork that failed to stab through both his aura and his black and red chestplate): D-did you just…?

Oscar(backing up and dropping his pitchfork in fear): AH!!!

Berserker(merely raising a brow at the young boy): Did you just try to stab me in the chest? Through my METAL chestplate?

Oscar(turning around and running out of the barn): I’M SOR-

Oscar(tripping over his own foot): WOAH!!!

Oscar(hitting his head against the side of the barn door): Gah!

Berserker(crying out as Oscar’s consciousness starts to fade): Master?!…Oscar!…

Berserker(as Oscar blinks and sees the knight standing over him): Don’t…orry…I kn…to do…ang on…

Berserker(chanting as Oscar finally succumbs to sweet unconsciousness): For it is in passing…

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He dreamt of a castle, and a field of flowers…

He saw a blonde woman donned in silver and blue armor, wielding a beautiful lance against countless Grimm, a man with silver hair loyally fighting alongside her.

He saw a younger blond in red and silver armor swinging a blade covered in red lightning, a hooded figure with a cloak swinging a flaming blade, and a smiling man in a white jacket with a shining white sword with an ornate blue guard.

He felt great admiration for them, his family, his parents and siblings.

He had a twin, a sister, whose soul shone with a pure, and bright light that welcomed and cherished everyone. But his soul could be considered the opposite, oppressive and dark to those who dared to threaten those he cherished.

If she was a Saint who welcomed others out of the darkness, then he was the Knight who would willingly dirty his hands in said darkness to protect those in the light.

He was his family’s Black Knight, a sword to be aimed at an enemy, and he was content with remaining as such.

Until he met, her…

A smaller more, honest soul…

One almost as pure as his own twin, who admired heroes just as he did, a kindred spirit with innocence in her silver eyes.

“That’s why we’re here, to make everything better…”

She kept him grounded, reminded him that he was more than a weapon, he was a protector, a leader, a Prince.

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He dreamt of flames, and ruins. Of a kingdom burning. And the loss of someone close to them. But most of all he felt…

RAGE!!!

“Cinder…”

Rage against the one person responsible…

“Cinder.”

Rage against a woman who selfishly put herself above others.

“Cinder!”

A witch with burning amber eyes who had the audacity to believe herself untouchable!

“CINDER!!!”

He’d show her that to anger a King, is to face the full wrath of his kingdom!

“CIIIINDEEEEEEEER!!!”

He suddenly sees an ornate black sword with glowing red circle patterns on its blade come into view, resting within a stone among various other weapons.

(Image is not mine)

“Sink into the mountain of corpses!”

The red patterns on the blade begin pulsing with power as a red and purple aura starts seeping out of it.

“Collapse…”

The blade erupts with an overwhelming power that would make even the oldest of Grimm cower in fear.

“Excalibur…MORGAN!!!”

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Oscar(suddenly jolting awake in a cold sweat): GAH!!!

Oscar(placing a hand on his forehead): It was all a-

Oscar(trailing off as he sees some red gear tattoos on top his hand): -dream…

???(speaking within his mind): Good, you’re awake…

Berserker(as he fades into view before the startled farm boy): I awakened your aura after that tumble you took yesterday, don’t want it happening again, right?

Berserker(walking towards Oscar with his hand outstretched): Now get up, we got a lot of ground to cover if we want to get to Beacon in time.

Oscar(jumping out of bed and away from the armored blond): YOU!!! WHO ARE YOU?!?!?!

Berserker(holding his hands up in a calming manner): Woah, woah! Calm down kid! Your Aunt’s still asleep! And I already told you yesterday.

Berserker(pointing at himself): I’m Berserker

Berserker(a pensive look on his face): Er well, one of them at least…

Berserker(holding his hand out to Oscar): I’m here to keep you safe and help you win the upcoming War.

Oscar(raising a brow): War? What War?! And how am I supposed to trust you?!

Berserker(shaking his head as he tosses Oscar a bag): I’ll explain everything on the way, but we have to get going.

Oscar(still confused as he catches the empty bag): Going where?

Berserker(giving Oscar a small smile): Why to Beacon of course!

Oscar(tossing the bag onto his bed): Why? And who are you?

Berserker(placing a hand on his chin): Well, if you want something to call me, you can call me “Jaltur”.

Jaltur(flashing Oscar a small smile): As for your first question…

Jaltur(as he sees Oscar’s eyes widen in shock): We’ve got a world to save, kid.

Jaltur(smirking as he leaves the room to let Oscar pack): Hope you survive the experience…

To Be Continued…

[xaytheloser]

Well, not OC's unfortunetly BUT! I have concepts for the Beasts prisons in my rewrite, here ya go!

Burning Spice

Her punishment is lying for eternity in the Great Destroyers Tomb, in a coma state. They say strange offerings are brought to the tomb, I wonder why?

Mystic Flour

She is the only one who managed to escape from the good witch, but it wasn’t without them splitting her Soul Jam into both Apathy & Resolution. She hid in the cocoon once again to avoid her crimes.

Shadow Milk

He is trapped in the Silver Tree. I don't know; I was running out of ideas. Also, it sort of fits since he used to have the Light of Knowledge and the tree—okay, you get it. Shadow Milk planted a fake White Lily inside a coffin to fool Pure Vanilla & Elder Faerie. 

Eternal Sugar

She spends her days napping on a cloud, from a dream she can never awaken from. 

Silent Salt

They’re stuck at the bottomless pit. Idk why I just thought it was funny. Just imagine this warrior trying to climb their way up the hole to fight.

I'd be really cool if you could draw these concepts! I need references anyways...hehe...

and so what if I did draw them..?? haha, ahaha... /hj

[cookiesrunaus-whitelily]

I want to hear any info on the eternity sorrow AU :3

Time for the Eternity Sorrow Au version!

Primordial Saint Cookie is revered by St. Pastry Order, as she is reborn as the perfect cookie of the witches, she is like a goddess.

The soul jam of freedom was shattered, resurrecting it to dust, which is now found in the dough of Primordial Saint Cookie.

Primordial Saint Cookie knows about witches (reference to the witch's castle) and is also aware of the true origin of everything.

She is able to communicate with cookies from lilies, so the cake tower is full of them.

St. Pastry Order is dedicated to praying to Primordial Saint Cookie and asking for her guidance, so the acts they do are, for the most part, very harmless, they are mostly dedicated to helping other cookies.

Pastry and Red Velvet grew up in the order and are devoted to Primordial Saint Cookie, Red Velvet is more devoted and does not doubt her due to the fact that he was present when she was reborn.

Pastry, before being dedicated to the order, did not truly believe in Primordial Saint Cookie, but upon seeing her powers and miracles, she became devoted.

The Vanilla kingdom is still standing and the republic has not been founded, Pure Vanilla is very worried as he does not know where White Lily Cookie is.

Elder Faerie is also worried about White Lily, but he knows she is alive, as the spell she cast to keep the silver tree safe is still there, even stronger than before.

The beasts are worried, as they can feel the power of Primordial Saint Cookie, it is almost like the power and light they had before they were corrupted.

Silent Salt is in a critical state, as the soul jam is being reclaimed in its entirety by Primordial Saint Cookie, the part they still had in their body is fading and they may soon lose it.

The Ancients are looking for White Lily Cookie all over Earthbread, maybe they will try to go to Beast Yeast eventually.

Primordial Saint Cookie is in a plane of reality where she is alone, but she can hear the cookies from the lilies, she is always saddened when she hears the voices of four sad cookies.

The legendaries felt the rebirth of White Lily Cookie, they can communicate with her, but only if she becomes conscious enough to feel that they are calling her.

If you think about it, she is now more of a goddess than Millennial Tree himself.

[cookieofearthbread]

White Lily's Headcanons

After gaining the guardian's powers and becoming the new seal of the Silver tree; White Lily gained a pair of fairy wings which she hides behind her cloak since she doesn't know how to use the wings to fly properly yet. As well as to avoid knocking objects and cookies with the pair of wings due to the size of them. -

Her wings are also really sensitive so touching them will earn a reaction from her and depending on the person; she will get flustered or upset with them. Although, her lover can touch them if they desire so. -

White Lily is the new ruler of the Faerie Kingdom, which she is hesitated about due to her past and the fact she destroyed Golden Cheese's kingdom as Dark Enchantress Cookie. However, since Elder Faerie is dead and her being the new guardian; she can't back down from the position since she doesn't want to abandon the fairies and leave them without a ruler. -

White Lily suffers greatly from nightmares which various, however the most common nightmare she has is the event is the 'The Night of the Witches', being baked alive, and destroying the Vanilla/Golden Cheese Kingdom as Dark Enchantress. -

The most recent nightmares? Pure Vanilla being tormented by Shadow Milk Cookie and being unable to help him, Shadow Milk killing everyone she cares about and meeting the beast that originally held her soul jam since she doesn't know what Silent Salt is like.... She just knows it's going to be bad news once they cross paths. -

Furthermore; White Lily does have some of Dark Enchantress' memories due to their connection, however those memories are blurry and hard to grasp fully (almost dream like.) as such she can't really make much sense of them. She just knows they belong to Dark Enchantress Cookie.

[republicsglory]

Burning Spice

Her punishment is lying for eternity in the Great Destroyers Tomb, in a coma state. They say strange offerings are brought to the tomb, I wonder why?

Mystic Flour

She is the only one who managed to escape from the good witch, but it wasn’t without them splitting her Soul Jam into both Apathy & Resolution. She hid in the cocoon once again to avoid her crimes.

Shadow Milk

He is trapped in the Silver Tree. I don't know; I was running out of ideas. Also, it sort of fits since he used to have the Light of Knowledge and the tree—okay, you get it. Shadow Milk planted a fake White Lily inside a coffin to fool Pure Vanilla & Elder Faerie. 

Eternal Sugar

She spends her days napping on a cloud, from a dream she can never awaken from. 

Silent Salt

They’re stuck at the bottomless pit. Idk why I just thought it was funny. Just imagine this warrior trying to climb their way up the hole to fight. 

THESE ARE REAL. eternal sugar and moonlight should have girls night in the dream world

[plutonify]

My Cookie Run Timeline *Incomplete*

I copied the original Cookie Run timeline from the fandom wiki and made my own personal edits to how I would write it. It is important to note that this is very self indulgent, as in this is for an AU.

Asks are allowed

- The Dragon Cookies are baked at some point

- The Witches create Life Powder

- The Witches bake the Beast Cookies with immeasurable power to act as saviors to all of Cookiekind

- The *Blueberry Yogurt Academy* is founded by Shadow Milk Cookie

- The Beasts grow corrupt with power and are imprisoned by the Witches in the land of Beast-Yeast through the use of a silver sapling

- At some point, Elder Faerie Cookie is created. He is tasked with guarding the Silver Tree that imprisons the Beasts

- Remnants of the Beasts power are taken and purified by the Witches, creating Soul Jams

- Stormbringer Cookie is created at some point

- Stormbringer Cookie splits the Black and White Dragon in two and is tasked with overseeing and choosing others to oversee the Flow of Life

- Sea Fairy Cookie and Millennial Tree Cookie are created and tasked with overseeing the Flow of Life

- Stardust Cookie and Moonlight Cookie are baked by the Wizards, the latter is tasked with protecting the City of Wizards

- Wind Archer Cookie is made by the Sugar Swan and Millennial Tree Cookie, and is tasked with protecting Millennial Tree Cookies forest

- Then at some point tasked with overseeing the Flow of Life

- Fire Spirit Cookie is granted the Red Dragons Bead by Pitaya Dragon, and is tasked with protecting the Dragons Valley

- Then at some point tasked with overseeing the Flow of Life

- Blueberry Pie Cookie is baked by the Wizards to oversee the archives

- The City of Wizards is at some point abandoned by the Wizards, leaving the cookies behind

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- Elder Faerie Cookie establishes the Silver Knights to help him guard the Silver Tree

- Sea Fairy Cookie abandons her position as an elemental guardian

- Frost Cookie transforms into Frost Queen Cookie and is tasked with overseeing the Flow of Life as well as guarding the Frost Children

- The St. Pastry Order is established

- Tearcrown is founded around one of Sea Fairy Cookies tears, with Crimson Coral Cookie as the youngest of the Gem Mermaids

- Crimson Coral Cookies older sisters gradually pass away until she is the eldest

- Over time, Mystic Opal Cookie, Aquamarine Cookie, Gold Citrine Cookie, and White Pearl Cookie are created

- Frilled Jellyfish Cookie is created at some point

- Frilled Jellyfish Cookie is appointed maid to the Gem Mermaids

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- Lord Oyster Cookie and White Pearl Cookie meet

- Sea Fairy Cookie creates the Tower of Frozen Waves

- Tearcrown is destroyed and White Pearl Cookie transforms into Black Pearl Cookie

- The Duskgloom Sea is formed

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- Pure Vanilla Cookie and White Lily Cookie attend Blueberry Yogurt Academy

- White Lily Cookie opens the dimensional portal, releasing the otherworld spirits and eradicating the school

- White Lily Cookie makes a contract with Pitaya Dragon

- Pure Vanilla Cookie embarks on a pilgrimage through the 12 Trials of the Sugar Free Road, at the end of which he reaches enlightenment and is granted the Light of Truth

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- The Pure Vanilla Kingdom is then founded by said cookie, in which he is crowned by Priest Cookie and White Lily Cookie

- Hollyberry Cookie unites all berry families under one banner, founding the Hollyberry Kingdom and acquiring the Light of Passion

- Hollyberry Cookie meets and defeats Pitaya Dragon in battle

- Vanilla Sugar Cookie is created at some point

- Dark Cacao Cookie mediates the fight between the Black Dragon of the North and the White Dragon of the South, he is granted the Light of Resolution as a result

- The Dark Cacao Kingdom is founded by said Cookie

- The Golden Cheese Kingdom is founded by Golden Cheese Cookie, who is crowned by High Priest Cheesenbird

- Burnt Cheese Cookie and Smoked Cheese Cookie are created at some point

- Premier Custard Cream Cookie and Custard Cookie are made as siblings

- Royal Berry Cookie is made by Hollyberry Cookie and Pitaya Cookie

- Sherbet Cookie dies and becomes a frost child, as well as a Guiding Spirit tasked with protecting the Frost Queen Cookies Ice Palace

- White Lily Cookie arrives at Beast-Yeast and assists Silverbell Cookie, who grants her passage into the Faerie Kingdom

- The Five Beasts split a crack open a in the Silver Tree, which White Lily Cookie seals with vines

- Strawberry Crepe Cookie is created and preserved in a cryo-baking pod

- Royal Berry Cookie and Jungleberry Cookie are wed

- After six months of celebration, White Lily Cookie discovers information in the Faerie Kingdoms Library concerning the Night of the Witches

- White Lily Cookie departs for the Night of the Witches despite Elder Faerie Cookies plea for her to stay in the Faerie Kingdom. Elder Faerie Cookie gives her a piece of Moonstone just in case things go south.

- Custard Cookie II is made by Premier Custard Cream Cookie

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- Dark Choco Cookie is made by Dark Cacao Cookie and his wife

- Red Velvet Cookie is baked without a right arm

- White Lily Cookie falls after discovering the Witches bake them to eat them, she is rebaked as Dark Enchantress Cookie and the Light of Freedom splits, one part being corrupted with uncorrupted fragments teleporting back to the Faerie Kingdom

- The Witches Oven is transformed into the Tower of Sweet Chaos and the Cake Monster Army is established

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- The Golden Cheese Kingdom is decimated with all its citizens crumbled and Golden Cheese Cookies Soul Jam is taken by Dark Enchantress Cookie

- Dark Cacao Cookies wife is killed and his Soul Jam is taken by Dark Enchantress Cookie

- The Hollyberry Kingdom goes into lockdown with Hollyberry Cookies Soul Jam taken by Dark Enchantress Cookie

- The Vanilla Kingdom is evacuated via airships

- Among the evacuees are Vanilla sugar Cookie and Custard Cookie

- Premier Custard Cream Cookie and Custard Cookie II stay behind

- Dark Enchantress Cookie battles Pure Vanilla Cookie and takes his Soul Jam

- Pure Vanilla Cookie uses the last of his ancient power to seal Dark Enchantress Cookie inside a Moonstone confined in the Vanilla Kingdom

- The Vanilla Kingdom is raised into the sky to prevent anyone from releasing Dark Enchantress Cookie

- The Soul Jams are shattered and pieces of them are scattered across Earthbread

- Golden Cheese Cookie uses the last of her ancient power to create virtual Golden City

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- The Vanillians take refugee in the land of Sea Cookies, and with their help they establish the Creme Republic

- Some refugees of the Vanilla Kingdom settle in the Pilgrim Village instead of the Creme Republic

- The Village Elder is tasked with discouraging any travelers searching for the kingdom to keep Dark Enchantress Cookies imprisonment undisturbed

- The Black Raisin Village is established in the cliffs beneath the floating kingdom

- The Vanilla Kingdom is completely abandoned aside from Wafflebots and Strawberry Crepe Cookie

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- Hollyberry Cookie abdicates the throne and adopts the identity of Unnamed Huntress, leaving her shield behind

- She travels to Beast-Yeast and hunts rare monsters

- Jungleberry Cookie and Royal Berry Cookie are appointed as Queen and King

- The Paladin Academy is founded

- Oyster Cookie, Captain Caviar Cookie, Baumkuchen Cookie, Canele Cookie, Mille-Feulle Cookie, Mulled Juice Cookie, and Sable Cookie are all made at some point

- Grand Madeleine Cookie and her sisters are made

- Milk Cookie and Licorice Cookie are created in their respective tribes at some point

- Madeleine Cookie is made by Grand Madeleine Cookie and Royal Knight Cookie

- Clotted Cream Cookie is made by Light Cream Cookie and is adopted by Custard Cookie at some point

- Black Raisin Cookie is made

- Milk Cookie is saved by Dark Choco Cookie from the Black Licorice Tribe

- The Black Licorice Tribe is destroyed as a result

- Black Raisin Cookie loses her right arm

- Pure Vanilla Cookie takes up residence in the Black Raisin Village with no memories and is given the identity of Healer Cookie

- Raspberry Mousse Cookie and Raspberry Cookie are made

- Knight Cookie is made by Grand Madeleine Cookie and Royal Knight Cookie

- Princess Cookie and Tiger Lily Cookie are made by Jungleberry Cookie and Royal Berry Cookie

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- The Hollyberry Kingdom is destroyed by Pitaya Dragon

- Jungleberry Cookie is lost to the jungle

- Royal Knight Cookie is killed in the attack

- Caramel Arrow Cookie is appointed as First Watcher with Affogato Cookie and the Second Watcher as witnesses

- Raspberry Cookie is decided heiress of House Raspberry

- Knight Cookie is appointed as Princess Cookies personal guard

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- Pomegranate Cookie burns down the Pomegranate Village and corrupts the Sacred Tree(Sugar Swan Cookie)

- The village is rebuilt and Priestess Cookie A is appointed as the next High Priestess

- Dark Choco Cookie acquires the Strawberry Jam Sword and is corrupted

- He destroys the Dark Cacao Kingdom and battles Dark Cacao Cookie, gravely injuring him

- He is then banished from the kingdom

- Affogato Cookie is appointed as royal advisor to Dark Cacao Cookie

- Caramel Arrow Cookie is exiled from the kingdom and revoked of her first watcher position due to Affogato Cookie influencing Dark Cacao Cookie

- The Dark Cacao Kingdom steeply declines into a state of poverty and famine

- The Light Fragment Incident happens, which is caused by a scattered Soul Jam fragment being found and experimented on

- Baumkuchen Cookie is injured in the incident

- Knight Cookie cuts off the tip of Pitaya Dragons tail

- Candy Diver Cookie drowns in the Duskgloom Sea

- Sorbet Shark Cookie is granted legs by Black Pearl Cookie

- Princess Cookie and Knight Cookie run away on a vacation to the Tropical Soda Islands

- Candy Diver Cookie is found by Captain Caviar Cookie and joins the Salty Shark Crew

[artillunis]

Blue Hour

Coolness of the early morning laid upon the city. Late stars still shined bright enough for bare eyes to see. Only in far east redness of two Suns slowly crawled onto the sky, spilling warmth like paint. Reds spilled into yellow, yellows into blue. Light blues gradually replaced darker tones, signifying the end of Night’s rule.The world will soon see their first rays but only in several hours. Right now there is still time before two fire disks take over. A moment in between the change of powers.

Another wave crashed onto the shore, burying woman's toes in white-gold sand. Light breeze played with her long hair, some of her red-gold waves neatly tied in braids that formed a small bun at the back of her head. Tiny jewels and golden beads sparked in pale light. 

Eyes shut, she took a few steps forward, entering chill water. Monotonous movements of waves were so alluring, so welcoming. With no hesitation she went further and further until she found herself nearly waist deep in water. Blue fabric of her attire turned dark as water touched it.

Eos. She was named after a dawn, after the morning sea and its golden rays that danced on the surface of the water, after half asleep nature and still cold air.

Minutes passed or maybe hours, she wasn't sure. After all, time did not matter. Not at dawn.These were moments for the soul to be free, unseen by greater powers. Woman sighed, she was not alone. A man's hand gently touched her shoulder.

— «I knew I’d find you here» — a familiar voice spoke from behind.

A smirk appeared on the woman's face.

— «Am I that predictable?» — her tone both playful and slightly offended.

— «Only for me»

— «Good» 

Woman opened her eyes and turned around facing the intruder. Eos knew too well the man in front of her. Erebus’ pearl-white curls were still a bit messy after night sleep but not less pretty. Eyes like the silver moon and soft smile she loved so much. 

— «What?» — woman giggled

— «Nothing, just admiring my wife»

— «Aren't you afraid?»

— «Of what exactly?» — man chuckled. 

— «Ohhhhh» — Eos played pure amazement — «Don't you know of dark..» — Desperately trying to hold a laugh to sound serious, she continued — «…And treacherous magic tricks possessed by witches of the Sea?» — A woman took several steps, running her hand over his shoulder  — «Aren’t you afraid of getting tricked?» — Step by step, slowly she circled around the man — «Or bewitched?» 

Eos waved her arm for dramatic effect. Erebus gently grabbed her waist.

— «I’ll take chances» — he whispered. 

— «I can steal your heart» — she giggled.

— «It's already your»

Eos giggled even harder.  

— «Hey» — man chuckled letting her free. — «Im try to be serio-»

Sudden splashes of water interrupted his speech. 

— «That’s childish yo-» — he couldn’t finish. Unexpected push completely imbalanced Erebus letting gravity do its work. Woman’s laugh rang in the air.

— «Okay then» — the man said, grabbing Eos’ hand. Quickly realizing what was about to happen, the woman protested.

— «Don't you dare-» 

But Ereb gently dragged her down to him. Now both completely soaked in water, young people laughed.

In a second everything was filled with warmth the moment golden rays appeared from the horizon. The change of rule was complete as Suns took their rightful place in the sky.

[dearmantis]

Gravity

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x fem!Tidemaker!Reader

Summary: Nothing ties two souls together like mutually attempted murder

Warnings: canon-typical violence, possessiveness over someone who tried to kill you, obsession, a bit suggestive, kinda dark, spoilers for demon in the wood, also this isn't proofread and I'm not a native English speaker

Word Count: 1.7k

Authors' Note: You are Annika. Annika is you. No names or physical descriptions though, don't worry about that!

He knows he's starring at you, clearly and fully in the open for everyone to see, but he can't help himself, any form of self control gone the second he laid eyes on you.

This is a nightmare, it must be. Or some form of divine punishment.

How else could you be here, centuries after someone slit your throat and he cut you in half, introduced by the king of Fjerda as his right hand, the man proudly naming each and every title you have been awarded over the years.

His gaze must feel like pure fire on your skin, burning itself into you as he takes you in fully.

You look like a vision, a bit older than the last time he has seen you, but he has aged as well. The scar on your throat where that man who's name he has forgotten centuries ago slit it must be gone by now, but you wear a thick black band around your neck, right where he remembers the blood rushing out of you.

The rest of your body is covered by a big white fur coat, your emblem, a big silver full moon, visible on the back.

He can feel the power radiating off of you and in his mind he repeats the titles your king has used to introduce you.

The witch of the blood moon.

Eishexe.

Guiding wave of Fjerda.

Daughter of the moon.

Queen of the Frost.

And of course your Ravkan name, The Saint of the full Moon.

All of these names are more than familiar to him but how could he have known that the woman hiding in the north, protected by all those titles, was you?

No matter how long he stares at you, your gaze never finds him, refusing to look even in his general direction, instead moving through the ballroom as you watch the other guests dance and celebrate the newly found peace between Ravka and Fjerda.

It all makes sense now He thinks as he watches the lights in the room reflect in your eyes, pride and relief clearly visible on your face.

The peace treaty is not a trap, put out by the Fjerdan crown to destroy Ravka and it's Grisha once and for all like he has expected. It's the result of centuries of work from you. His old friend from that tiny Grisha camp he had stayed in with his mother all those years ago has worked in the shadows of the north to build a place of peace and safety for Grisha, just like he has in Ravka.

A weird feeling of pride swells in his chest and he immediately tries to smother it, almost disturbed by the fact that he can still hold positive feelings like that for someone who tried to drown him to steal his bones.

But if he's honest with himself he can't even blame you, only himself. He shouldn't have told you about his amplification, especially not after he saw first hand how desperate you were to become stronger. You wanted to prove your worth to the others in the camp and that drove you crazy.

Now he feels the strength radiating off of you in powerful waves. You stand tall and proud, gaze cold and sharp and-

Your eyes finally meet his and the softness, the silent apology visible in your irises feels like suffocating in that lake all over again, the sensation only worsening, then turning into something else entirely when panic lights up in your gaze as you realize that he has been looking at you, that you're finally looking at each other again after an eternity of being apart.

Moving quickly you excuse yourself from the conversation between the two kings, neither of them truly noticing, before taking off your coat.

He did not expect a proud Grisha like you to get reduced to a simple fight, flight or freeze reaction as soon as your eyes meet, but he can't get his own limbs to move either so he can't truly blame you, can he?

The dress underneath is white like the coat, shimmering and sparkling like moonlight on the surface of a lake. It reminds him of the dress you wore in that last night. You look innocent, sweet, kind. He can feel his own heartbeat pumping in his ears.

Eyes dropping to the place where he knows he has cut you in half, his gaze finds another band of black fabric and he finally recognizes what he feels as the emotion pushes it's way into his heart, his lungs, his brain. He feels like a hunter. A hunter who has layed claim on his prey.

It only gets stronger when he watches you accept your first dance at the ball with some Ravkan Duke who's name he has never bothered to learn, possessiveness clawing at his ribcage like a wild, untamed beast as you gracefully dance with the man, movements elegant enough to almost distract Aleksander from the fact that you're very clearly trying to get away from him.

The room darkens a bit, something no one other than him picks up on but he's embarrassed none the less.

Saints, you're in the same room as him for 10 minutes and he's back to being Eryk, a stupid child who has no control over his own emotions.

His jar clenches and he forces his gaze to let go of you, eyes looking for something else to grab his attention, but in the back of his mind he knows his focus always stays with you.

Giving up a few minutes later after the song finally finishes to see who your next dance partner will be, his eyes meet yours once again from across the ballroom and he suddenly realizes with a jolt that there's also a part of him that's absolutely fucking terrified of you.

Eryk, that boy, is scared mindless by your presence, and looking into your eyes he knows that you're just as scared of him, your back straightening and muscles tensing like an animal ready to pounce as your hands slowly glide down to your stomach where he knows he split you open. Saints, how badly he wants to see if there's a scar. If there's still evidence of what he's done. Evidence he can see, touch, caress. If his shadows left an ink black scar on your skin just like you left an ice cold scar on his very soul that night.

The realisation seems to hit you in the same moment as it hits him, eyes widening a bit before you both suddenly jump into movement, walking towards each other from opposite sides of the room, unable to change course.

Hunters moving towards their prey.

You two are binary stars, tied to each other by a higher power. Perhaps Merzost, Aleksander thinks weakly as he pushes past one of his Grisha. Maybe my weakly practiced cut didn't kill her, maybe the shadows sank into her body, tainted her blood, cursed her bones.

It's not like it matters. You're here, alive, and you recognize him. Someone other than his mother has seen what he has seen. Someone understands, and while a part of him wishes Luda was in your place, he can't help but feel both vulnerable and like a violent, grotesque monster when he watches you carefully move past a servant.

Without his knowledge you have survived, maybe by getting healed by a Grisha from another community or through pure spite, and it has tethered you to him for eternity.

Connected through attempted murder. That sounds just gruesome and horrifying enough for it to fit to him, doesn't it.

Maybe this is what he deserves. Luda was too good for him. That's what Baghra always said, right? She's too kind, too soft, too weak.

But you. You got a compliment after he admitted that you tried to kill him. In his mother's eyes you were clever. Not clever enough to kill him but clever none the less.

You're the right hand of a king and manipulated a whole nation that hated you into doing exactly what you wanted, just like he did.

Yes. This is what he deserves.

When his gloveless hand finally meets yours it feels like your binary system collapses. No more pulling apart, no more orbiting each other, no more resisting the urge to crash and burn.

His mind rejoices when he feels the pull of your power, his amplification, now so rarely used that he sometimes forgets that he shouldn't touch other Grisha under any circumstances, more than eager to answer your familiar call.

But now something from you answers his call as well, a little bit of power flowing back into his body.

You're amplifying him. It's weak, much weaker than his amplification probably is for you, but it's noticeable. There's Merzost in your bones, somehow, and it's answering to him, mixing with the magic tied to his bones.

The give and recieve is addicting, an exchange that might not be equal but saints it's enough. For him it's enough. He feels like he could melt into you, eyes wide as he takes in your features. You mirror his wonder as you hold onto his hands tightly.

"I'm sorry that I tried to kill you to become stronger." You say, just loud enough to reach his ears over the music and the other guests, a calmness audible in your voice that you clearly don't feel, and a smirk paints itself onto the shadow summoners features. Before he can respond you speak again. "And thank you for trying to kill me quickly. The cut at my throat was so shallow it would've probably taken more than ten minutes for me to bleed out."

The smirk turns into a full on smile, he can't help himself. "I'm sorry for not finding you a different Amplifier, even after realizing how desperate you are for power."

He let's go of your hands, fingers moving up your arms slowly, carefully caressing you through the fabric of your dress until he finally cradles your face in both of his palms, the exchange of power starting again, magic humming through his bones.

Your own hands find his black kefta, fingers grasping the fabric like your life depends on it. Like the man in front of you isn't death personified but your own personal salvation.

Slowly bowing down he answers, volume barely above a whisper.

"I'll find you a new one. I don't know how you survived but I will make you pay for what you've done. I will make you mine, through and through, until evidence of me can be found in your bones. Just like you've wanted, right?"

He leans forward even further, almost touching your lips. "I'll make you even more powerful, the most powerful Tidemaker to ever exist in the history of both Fjerda and Ravka. And you will be mine. The starless saint and his saint of the full moon."

It's you who moves forward first, unable to hold onto your control for any longer, lips pressing against his as your hands find his hair, nails piercing into his scalp deeply enough to draw blood. Oh yes, he will claim your bones, and you will claim his. Just like the universe planned it all those years ago.

He is a star, and so are you. Centuries ago you came too close to each other, pulling each other off course and into each others orbits, and now you have collided.

There is no going back. The peace between Fjerda and Ravka has created a monster.

You should've both died in that lake all those years ago.

[witch-hazels-musings]

Witches Brew

Hazel’s 9k follower event! 

Welcome to the shop - what can I brew for you today?  ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

Do not fear,

Your promise is here,

Ease your mind for soon you will find,

A place you’ll never forget

What can I BREW you?

One character per brew

Diluc, Zhongli, Kaeya, Childe, Xiao, Albedo, Dainsleif, Scara, Thoma, Beidou, Sucrose, Ganyu, Jean

Up to three ingredients in each potion (in any configuration!)

Hazel may only fill a number of orders, all unfilled orders will be blessed before passing through the sands of time

Ingredients below the cut  ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

Soul :🜍: - intimate ingredients  ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

Butterfly wings - the wings keep hearts soring, or tickle the stomach, whichever you prefer ⇒ use these to enhance your kisses

Flowers of antimony - a rock of this clarity will surly guide you toward your future, a perfect ingredient for proposals 

Eyebright - a few drops of this mixture will alleviate any dull vision, perfect during your morning routines 

Crystal cores - harvested from hard to capture crystalflies they are imbued with the energy of the elements, a wonderful boost to any confession 

Sage - holding your significant others hand never felt more perfect, add a little sage to boost your confidence and prolong the contact  

Small lamp grass - a wild grass that emits a light at night, used in cooking and an enchantment to light your way. At night is glows like sneaking glances at those who pass it by 

Witch-hazel - take a break, or stick close to your beloved. Either or, this ingredient promises to encourage the best hugs

Luminescent spine - a light-emitting part of the firefly. in courtship it may cause one to blush, or restore lost strength ⇒ ‘could you always lift that much!?’ 

Lotus head - an aquatic plant native to Liyue that grows and blooms in pairs. This complementary ingredient is perfect to balance uneven attraction. Best used when needing to share a bed

Basil - the most versatile of plant is a boon to any affair ⇒ mix well and thoroughly for a pleasant anniversary

Ember flowers - vibrant flowers like these adapt to any of your partners clothes, sprinkle lightly as to not stain them 

Comfrey root - this healing root will improve a number of conditions. It’s very popular, perhaps because a side effect is increased flirting, that’s just speculation though 

Spirit :☿: - standard ingredients ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

Mint - a refreshingly cool ingredient used in serval dishes. It for sure makes a night around the town all the more enjoyable!

Common salt - a mineral composed of sodium chloride; most often used in household dishes and warding of spirits ⇒ how domestic

Marigold - a plant from the sunflower family makes these the most colorful addition to any garden or decorative flower crowns ⇒ mostly meant to add color to your potions, purely cosmetic 

Dandelion seeds - a tiny seed that rides the wind and holds hope from afar. Whisper words of encouragement onto the seeds before soaking them in water for several hours

Windwheel asters - a plant that adores the wind, to proud children it is called ‘the visible wind.’ Perhaps this is why its used in dancing potions 

Lunar caustic - silver is a compound of reflection and will make any moment of snapping a photo as earnest as a truthful heart

Comet dust - a material fallen from the stars themselves. Spread this around the area you mean to stargaze in and you’re guaranteed to see one to wish on 

Chalk - a soft, white, porous, sedimentary carbonate rock. This flakey and sticky compound is best used when studying, or you can crumble it into the mixture for a solid, mailable base

Dust of azoth - a mixture that can transmute elemental materials and swap elemental types. Place outside during bad weather to collect the right elemental energy for any of your alchemy needs

Fragments of innocence - a list of lost poems left to the sands of time. Say these words over the potion as it cools to increase the consumers comfort

Chamomile - This multi-beneficial plant is best used when brewed into a tea but it’s properties heavily impact whatever it soaks in ⇒ It’s a pretty impressive to assist in napping, but don’t let the boss see

Valerian - Historically used to treat insomnia, migraines, and fatigue. The best out of all materials to increase nightmare protection 

Body :🜔: - dark ingredients  ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

Black tar - thick like the vitriol from the darkest of places, it takes a brave - or stupid - person to gather enough for a potion. Perhaps this is why all who touch it experience the worst nightmares

Fools gold - everything that glitters is not gold; ground and pounded into the finest of dust, this rock will take everything valuable with it ⇒ abandonment it’s the only thing this fool will ever find 

Lye - use intermittently but make sure you get approval from the research institute before purchasing in large quantities. No matter how much you use, it cannot clean away the steady insecurities that cling to your skin

Powder of algaroth - used chiefly in the preparation of tartar emetic and medicine, this composition is created by slowly pouring water over the substance and waiting for it to crystalize. Good for when you are sick but hurts going down

Mushroom spore - a quality spore full of life. It spreads and seeps into the ground. They say these have bread arguments so powerful they tilled the soil the seeds fell into 

Orpiment powder - a highly toxic mineral that can lead to death. Do not handle unless well equipped to suffer the consequences 

Ferrous sulfate - Used to treat and prevent iron deficiency anemia, increase production of healthy red-blood cells and carry oxygen through the body ⇒ best used in secretive potions for the time being; don’t let fall into the wrong hands 

Dragon bone - a sturdy and ancient bone found in the hardest to reach places. Each one is a different body part and no two are from the same creature ⇒ very rare, use sparingly 

Woolfolk - a berry with thorns that often gets attached to a wolf’s pelt, if you break through the skin this berry’s healing properties cure injuries even if it causes them first

Confit holly - this thorny green plant with red berries may be beautiful but is highly poisonous. Keep away from eyes as it can increase the likelihood of sudden tears

Cinnabar - this toxic mineral is often used to heighten pigments or enrich the color red. The ink created from this mineral often holds the darkest truths

Aspongue mold - a rare, dangerous mold, used in the most powerful of poisons. ⇒ what, are you looking for revenge?

[mythicamagic]

Fire and Brimstone: a Sesskag oneshot

For @harlecorn! ♥ Happy Birthday! 🎂

Rated T

A Hellhound remains bound beneath a church, waiting for the chance to enact revenge on his captors. His golden opportunity comes in the form of a blue-eyed woman. Sesskag AU oneshot.

You can read this on Ao3, Fanfiction.net and Dokuga

AN: This takes place in old-timey England. Think Witch Trial era - between the 15th and 18th century. However, I'm largely skipping the old language used in those times bc it would make dialogue feel awkward. If Kagome sounds weird it's bc I've had to lay off the modern talk a bit.

Warning: references to/implies torture

Fire and Brimstone

It was raining outside. Sesshoumaru could tell because a continuous leak somewhere had become his sole entertainment for several hours now. A thin sliver of water dripped from the roof between 10-second intervals, and he passed the time by counting them.

...Eight...Nine...Ten- drip!

A black nose twitched, picking up stale dampness lingering in the air. His body ached, but if he stayed still the wounds remained at a manageable dull, continuous pain rather than flaring white-hot agony.

How long had it been since he'd been dragged down into this dark place? He couldn't recall. Perhaps years. At the very least- months. He'd long since given up looking around at his prison, now laying in a dozing, frozen state.

Hearing something, Sesshoumaru's fluffy ear quirked. The blood inside his ear canal had encrusted, leaving sounds muted, but he could pick up distant footsteps descending stone stairs.

Have they returned to pray and bind me more tightly to their pathetic altar?

Sesshoumaru inwardly sneered, scarred paws remaining motionless. Though incredibly weak due to holy water- with his back and arms impaled with large iron stakes- a powerful, simmering rage in his chest refused to be tempered. His throat burned, belly scorching hot.

The church priest would pay, along with all his snivelling followers. One did not bind a Hellhound and live to tell the tale. Their foolish obsession with witch hunts and stamping out 'evil' within the land would be their undoing. They were fortunate they'd captured him while he'd been asleep.

Torchlight shone an orange hue behind Sesshoumaru's eyelids, but he refused to open them, playing possum.

"Still sleeping, are ye, unholy mutt?" a detestable, straight-laced voice reached his damaged ears, another torch being lit inside the room. "Good. Stay that way. Sleep until our heavenly Lord above casts you back from whence you came, down to Hell."

Oh this one will not be returning empty-handed, Sesshoumaru inwardly purred.

Remaining motionless, he looked for all the world unconscious. He couldn't lash out and tear into the priest as desired, due to a muzzle enclosed around his jaw. So, he bided his time. Rescue was out of the question. Dark creatures such as he received no aid from brethren. Sesshoumaru would just have to conserve energy for now.

The priest murmured a prayer that sent wrought iron hissing anew inside his flesh. Inwardly snarling, Sesshoumaru held himself still, refusing to show pain. His legs trembled slightly, giving him away.

Curse you. Curse you!

Wrath pumped through his veins, a siren song urging him to kill.

Satisfied that his work held strong, the head priest left; the sound of footsteps retreated up the stairs, leaving behind the lit torch.

At least that changed the scenery a little. Not that he had any reason to look upon it. Sesshoumaru panted hard the second he was left alone, sharp teeth clenching hard inside his jaw.

A quiet gasp caught his attention. Sesshoumaru froze. His nose twitched.

No scent?

Frowning, the Hellhound pried his eyelids open. Orange and black shapes shifted, blurry until someone's face came into focus.

Blue eyes gazed down at him. A woman with dark hair tumbling down her back slowly pried her hand away from her mouth.

"They really are cruel," she muttered, shocked features becoming grave. "I might as well refrain from asking if you're alright- since you clearly aren't," the stranger winced. "Sorry, that was insensitive."

Sesshoumaru blinked. What the Devil?

Her lips pursed, attention sliding to the iron stakes in his back. "I don't know how they managed to capture you. Surely that Priest can't have holy powers. He's about as pure as mud."

"...What are you?"

She paused, tilting her head and pushing dark hair behind her ear. "O-oh, that was rude of me, I didn't introduce myself, did I?" smiling, she straightened. "My name is Kagome Higurashi. Who are you?"

His question had been left unanswered, for he was largely uninterested in her name. He sneered, "Sesshoumaru."

"Nice to meet you, Sesshoumaru," she brought her hands together behind her back, smiling with only slight wariness. Her faded dress was slightly torn. Peasant wear. "I didn't expect you'd be able to talk."

"And I did not expect to be joined down here by a little lost lamb. Are you my dinner? They do not typically feed me." Saliva pooled in his mouth, drool pooling on the altar. His jaws parted, eyes glinting as they ran over her willowy form.

Kagome stepped away, huffing and crossing her arms. "While I sympathize, don't get rude. If you eat my soul then you really will be all alone- with no allies. You'll have eaten the only help you're going to receive in this place."

Sesshoumaru frowned as she walked out of his available sight, moving around his left side and picking up something from a shelf.

"You seek to give me aid? That seems counterintuitive for a soul as pure as yours."

He could smell it. The light radiating from within her. He knew her to be foreign from her features- and wondered how a priestess from a faraway land had arrived in such a miserable country rife with turmoil and evil; his hunting ground for the past few centuries.

She reappeared in his line of vision, holding a bowl of collected rainwater. She frowned, "I don't think 'pure' means 'doormat.' These men have caused a lot of harm. Harm should come back to them."

Red eyes cracked wider, interest lighting his red gaze. Kagome set the bowl down, resting a knee beside his jaw on the alter. "I'm trying to help you. Please don't eat me for it," with a wobbly smile, she reached for his muzzle.

Sesshoumaru held still, keen attention fixed on her every movement. Her deep blue eyes were pleasing, face quite beautiful in flickering torchlight. His dry tongue shifted within his mouth.

A Hellhound's purpose was to drag corrupted souls to the underworld. Kagome's radiated a strong, fierce glow.

The Japanese woman carefully grasped cool metal chains, pulling them off from around his face and tossing the muzzle aside.

Spittle-coated teeth immediately lunged- latching onto the coarse fabric of her modest dress, canines resting over her chest. Kagome gasped, hands grasping his jaw. Sesshoumaru tilted his head up, forcing her to lean over him slightly.

Crimson eyes glared up at her, growling lowly.

"What is your motivation, priestess?" a dark rumble growled inside her mind. "Tell me why I see black flames of revenge burning in the depths of your soul. A single blemish in your otherwise spotless self."

Kagome exhaled, and he felt her chest expand and fall with each breath. Gentle fingers ran over the silver fur on his face, cracking his eyes wider.

"The Dutch took me from my country a few years ago. Since then, I've been passed around to different places, picking up different languages. When I was forced onto a boat heading for this strange land- I didn't think anything more of it. I was to be the servant of a reputable house, but the priest of this church took issue with my foreign looks. After that, men dragged me here. You're not the only one who has suffered at their hands."

She withdrew her touch- and Sesshoumaru nearly tipped his head to chase it- unfamiliar with gentleness. Sparking holy powers then collected between her fingers, hovering close without making contact.

"I don't want to hurt you, in fact, I'd rather we were allies," the hushed words sounded genuine. "But I won't let you eat me easily either if that's what you're after. Let go."

Sesshoumaru searched her face, becoming entranced; Drunk off the sparking conviction there. What an odd, strong woman.

Letting out a breath of steam that whipped her hair back, Sesshoumaru relaxed his lower jaw, teeth unhooking from where they'd dug into the material of her clothes. He lowered her back to kneel on the altar, immediately diving for the water she'd provided instead.

Kagome caught her breath, holy powers fading away.

He lapped up every last drop, panting for more, wanting to sate the burning in his throat, but it would do for now. Sesshoumaru lifted his head, words firm with conviction as his chest rumbled.

"If you release me from my imprisonment, I will do your bidding for a time, woman. However, you should be aware of the consequences if you set me free."

She absentmindedly rubbed at the spot over her chest where his teeth had been, lips curving. "I know what'll happen to me, Hellhound," Kagome said quietly. "I accept the consequences."

Sesshoumaru bumped her leg with his nose, resting his head upon her thighs. “Then what do you command?”

"I want you to devour them," she murmured, gaze far away as she stroked mindful fingers through matted fur. "I believe in reincarnation, so I want you to prevent these terrible people from ever getting a second chance at life again. Eat them all- except the Head Priest. Him...you can drag home, to the deepest, darkest place available. Never let him be free from the shackles and iron bars you thrust inside him."

Sesshoumaru's breath shuddered. Their judgement aligned perfectly; and she'd spoken his desires aloud.

He had come across countless souls during his wrathful existence. He knew kind ones as well as those corrupted. This was one of the few times Sesshoumaru felt he'd witnessed a kind person pushed too far, beyond her breaking point. Now a deep well of dark emotion had pooled inside her, magnificent in its righteous fury.

Shifting, he dragged a hot, wet tongue up the length of Kagome's collarbone and neck, leaving a slick trail.

"Such pain...I can taste the ash on you," he purred, looking into her sad blue eyes. His voice hardened, incensed with renewed anger from her hurts and his own. "Free me, and it is gladly done."

Kagome shivered, before moving around his side. Gripping one iron bar embedded through his front leg that jutted into the alter below, she planted her knees wide.

"This is going to be a painful process, I'm sorry. W-will you survive the blood loss?"

The white demonic dog flashing her a jagged smile. "Just who do you think you are talking to?"

With a nod, Kagome steeled herself. Giving a hard yank that sent her stumbling backwards- the long, gruelling process began. Only when the agony died down would a monster with blood-red eyes emerge from the bowels of the church.

And all Hell broke loose.

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The church tower collapsed through the roof that fateful night. Bloodshed had begun, soaking the air with a coppery taste that quickly became dwarfed by fire. Earlier rainfall could not deter it- nothing stood in its blazing, enraged path.

White flames roared around the silver monster. He chased men down the church aisle in a frenzied hunger, catching them in his jaws. Of course, he saved the best for last.

The Head Priest trembled against a broken wall while screams pervaded the smoky air.

Sesshoumaru turned, panting. A red tongue lolled, snaking up to lick his bloodied maw.

With a yelp, the man tried to scramble away- only for his robes to be snagged on a broken beam. Heavy paws collided with his back, teeth latching into his clothes.

Within the burning depths of the church, a roaring inferno opened up. The Priest clawed and scrambled at blistering ground, cobblestone turning into scolding cinders beneath his palms. Frightened screams rang out as he was dragged backwards, Sesshoumaru descending with him down a winding, fiery path into the earth.

Everything collapsed inwards with one final groan of wood as structures toppled, the building completely caving into a burning wreck.

Kagome stood alone on a hillside, watching the entire thing unfold. She then smoothed her skirts, crouching by an unmarked, mass grave.

"I hope...you'll feel avenged now," she said softly.

She did not run nor scream. Instead, Kagome waited patiently to meet her fate, setting some flowers down.

A white dog demon covered in patches of ash approached silently. He sat beside her, neither acknowledging the violence he'd just committed.

"This is where you are buried?" he asked, gazing intently at her.

The ghost smiled wanly. "Buried makes it sound like we had a funeral. I was dumped in this hole with a few other women after we were sentenced as witches and burned at the stake. Nothing was left but my charred remains," her voice wobbled. Kagome made to wipe some tears- his sticky tongue licking them away before she could.

She gentled, touching his bloodied jaw. "H-how are your wounds?"

"All but mended," Sesshoumaru drew closer, humid breath fanning over her neck. "You know what must happen now."

Kagome laughed cynically. "Mn, because I'm a corrupt soul, you'll be dragging me to Hell too," she brushed a hand over the fur at his shoulder. Blue eyes hesitated for a moment, afraid of something entirely human.

"Will it...hurt?" she whispered.

If it were possible for a demon dog to ease his expression into something a touch less cold and hungry, Sesshoumaru managed to achieve something almost warm. He didn't answer at first, allowing a moment of silence to stretch between them. When he finally spoke again, his speech resounded inside her head as a soft grumble.

"No. Not for you."

"Oh, I'm glad to hear that," a breath rushed out of her dead lungs, arms wrapping around herself as she glanced at the grave. "I've had enough pain, thank you."

"Indeed, you and I both."

A lily-white hand was offered down to her, sliding into her vision. Kagome's gaze drew up to a tall male.

The yellow moon looming behind his head gave him a halo effect; its gentle glow lining his face and dazzling her. Silvery hair split down broad shoulders, hanging like fine royal threads fit for a King. He wore black robes that billowed like dragon smoke.

Sesshoumaru's inhuman face smiled in an unnerving fashion, though she could tell the intent behind it- the desire to reassure her despite evidence of death on his robes. "Shall we go?" he asked in rich, clear tones.

Kagome stared up at the demon's handsome features. Smiling, she grasped his clawed hand without fear, allowing him to pull her up.

"You didn't have to change into such a pleasing form. I was coming with you anyway."

"My form is pleasing?" thin lips curved, tucking her hand into the crook of his arm, Sesshoumaru strolled with her down the hill, a gateway opening up within the earth as a huge chasm, welcoming him home.

"Oh hush, you know it is," Kagome smiled tiredly, walking with the Hellhound away from the fire and brimstone burning behind them. "So...will I be punished down there?" her voice was almost lost, spoken so softly.

Glowing eyes smiled. "There is a place some call the Elysian Fields. I will take you to them."

She stiffened, blinking rapidly to expel the salty tears of relief and gratitude welling up in her eyes. Kagome stopped within the cavern of the underworld, causing him to halt with her. Drenched under harsh shadows of the earth about to swallow them whole, his eyes shone red like glittering jewels.

"I suppose I'll need a guard too," she said evenly. "To make sure I don't escape. I'm a very wicked soul, after all. A heretic."

Sesshoumaru flashed his teeth at her. "Hn, the worst kind. I will see to it personally since this one is best suited for such a difficult task."

Smiling with relief, Kagome willingly walked with him into the jaws of Hell.

End