Blog for my Cookie Run Fae!AU | will mainly be used for updates and answering questions but might make some art who knows | Your Pseudo-Seanchaí is here!
This is the official blog of my Cookie Run: Kingdom Fae!AU. Here you will find my fics and extra thoughts, as well as a whole bunch of Irish Myth!
You will find updates, possible memes, and occasionally some art, but I can't make promises since I'm not very skilled at digital. Love answering questions too; anything from my current worldbuilding to Irish Myth, I am here for anything! So far I only have the ShadowVanilla ship in here, but I might come around to others if anyone is interested.
Please note that both stories are Not Rated for depictions of injury and danger. Nothing too graphic, but these are not super happy tales, please keep that in mind.
Current Stories:
The Glamour of Fae (Not Rated)-
To have a close encounter with a Fae is to become burdened with the possibility of great prosperity or unbearable loss. One must not anger nor attract the attention of an Aos Sí, for no one can predict the irreversible damages such a relationship could bring. A mere misstep can cause the destruction of a farmer's livelihood, a single misinterpreted gesture could sign away a maiden's soul. An eternal life of magic and festivities, at the cost of one's free will.
Unbeknownst to a lonely shepherd, a beast of unimaginable power has him in his sights. A dance of deceit and truth will take center stage, and neither partner will be ready for curtain call.
The King of Beltane (Not Rated)-
The Beltane Festival is celebrated every first full moon in May to mark the turning of spring into summer. Crops and cattle are blessed, flowers are strewn over every head, and harvest sacrifices are made to appease the Fae, the Aos Sí. The Maypole Dance is one of the most famous traditions. Opponents test who can dance the longest and win the blessings of the Fae. The local shepherd has participated many times, yet he has consistently failed to win.
One fateful Beltane morning, the Amadán Dorcha, the Dark Fool, demands for more than a harvest sacrifice. At the same time, the shepherd struggles to dance on a narrow ribbon between freedom and loneliness.
Do you Hear Their Call? (Mature) -
A raid gone wrong sends a trio of redeemed deceivers through the dark woods, grasping at the flowing hourglass of time to take back precious seconds. Crumbs and jam lay in their wake as one teeters between life and oblivion. Their healer is still missing, and they do not have time to mourn.
While time quickly drains from his hands, Shadow Milk reaches for life, desperately calling to whatever force would hear his prayer. Something calls back to him, offering him the only peace it knows.
So Uhh I struggled to come up with a composition then I went abroad for 2 weeks then I got sick then I started work again but I did it! I wanted to be really happy with the last kob piece for a while.
Can't wait for more gotf and other works, I'm about to go read the workout fic rn
@phooen1x you gotta stop making my entire day like this, 'cause I'm gonna expire from pure happiness. Okay, but actually don't because I love your art and appreciate the time and effort you put intoall of these beautiful pieces!
You captured the scene perfectly. Their unsure glances, tentative stillness, but that smallest solace in finally knowing they are both genuine. Once again, you have blown me away. I'll do my best to give justice to GotF and the new workout fic. Thank you again for your kind words and wonderful art. I will treasure them!
Hii it’s been awhile! I loved the new chapters since I’m a very slow reader… KOB. I think you can find some inspiration or enjoyment from the song “Judgement of Paris” by Arwen Ren
Also I wanted to ask which is your favorite PV variant? Would you ever write any other ships like eternalholly?
Hello again! It has been a while! I'm so glad you're back, thank you for sticking with my stories for so long. Sorry it took a while for me to get back to you, not enough hours in the day and a lot of overtime!
I never actually looked into Judgment of Paris, even when I saw it pop up once or twice in my recommendations. And I shall never make that mistake again. Thank you again for letting me know about it, I adored it and can absolutely take some inspiration from it, but we'll have to see!
Speaking of inspiration, I actually have plans to do a lot more than just ShadowVanilla/PureMilk; it just so happens I take a long time to write, and both stories I have right now area lot. I actually have a list I can share with you bellow! Just so that I can prove I have ideas and am not just making any empty promises.
Rendezvous (EternalBerry/HollySugar) - At the end of the war, at the end of the pain, and the bridge where we once came. There is a pond, a shallow basin filled with the tears of the fallen and the beginnings of new life. There, we find the aftermath of a war driven by a lust for power and recompense. A goddess, a jester, a knight, and a warrior approach it, hoping to reunite with their estranged at the rendezvous. (i.e. a what-if story if the Ancients and Beasts worked together to defeat Dark Enchantress. Hollyberry-centric)
Send for the Fairy Doctor (Madaline/Espresso) - Do you have a babe that was stolen by the Fae? Are your cows not turning up any milk? By chance, do your crops grow saggy in the summer? Fear not, for just around the bend, across the dale, and through the forest, you will find the land's last Fairy Doctor. The one that will heal your crops, bring back your babe, and protect your cows from the fairies and witches that sap it away. As long as you can get him to help you, that is. But do not fret, a pesky Fae might be able to get him to reawaken the love he might still hold for his beloved craft. (i.e., Espresso is a tired Fairy Doctor who is losing his faith in his own craft until Madaline, the paladin fairy, comes along to absentmindedly bring love back to his craft.)
Solidarity's Lament (ElderSalt/SilentFaerie) - The Tuatha Dé Danann have fallen; mortals stood tall against their reign. The Aos Sí, the children of the once great deities, were to be the ones to reap the price of their ancestors' wars through their own battles of cunning. However, a faerie finds himself bewitched, entranced by a mortal who brought no sword to his face, but solidarity to his world, and quite possibly, a flutter to his heart. The mortal knight must choose now to either fight for the lives of his newfound friend or risk ostracization by the kingdoms that wish to rid the snakes from their lands. (i.e., Takes place between the time when the Tuatha Dé Danann flee to the Mounds and leave their children, Aos Sí, to figure out. Silent Salt and Elder Faerie must traverse their new reality, much to the bitter judgment of their own allies.
Freedom's Forgiveness (White Lily Centric) - Can't go into what this story would entail since it would be a sequel to Solidarity's Lament. This will be heavily White Lily-centric, and though there will be themes, hints, and a growing relationship between Silent Salt and White Lily, this is not a romance. This is a love story.
As for my favorite PV variant, I've always been a sucker for his Pastel Blue clothing. It just looks so comfy and amazing on him, I know it doesn't quite have any story-driven background to it, but just the thought of him finally having a day off from all of this just brings a smile to my face.
This silly little AU was born from a late-night Discord conversation with my lovely mutual, Seanchaí/ @crkfaeau (who also happens to be a fantastic writer). We were joking about how ShadowVanilla is almost always twink-for-twink and thought, "What if we changed that?" One thing led to another, and we ended up collaborating on this fic. So enjoy!
Not a fae au, but as I'm preparing GotF's next chapter, you might like this! You like Gym AUs? You like buff Pure Vanilla? Well, this fic has gotcha covered!
Don't rush the chapter! Take your time!!! Also even if if was rushed I feel like it would still be very good, your writing style is so whimsical and interesting it always hooks me in to the story.
Thank you Anon! I took your advice, and I hope this chapter was everything you hoped for. Sorry it took me so long to get back to you, I really threw myself into this chapter. The good news it, I'll have a drawing for everyone soon!
Thank you so so much for your patience with me these past couple of months! Chapter 9 of King of Beltane - Samhain Part 3 is out!
This also comes with the announcement that I will be taking a longer hiatus from KoB to get more of the other stories I have had planned done. Not only do I need to get back to Glamour of the Fae, but I also want to take a crack at my Sage of Truth and Truthless Recluse fic idea.
I'm not giving up on KoB, but I need a little bit of a breather before I jump back in. Thank you so much to those who have stayed, I appreciate every single one of you for giving my fic a chance!
Heyyy!!! It's been a while lol and I know you were saying that you were not having the greatest time recently on your last Tumblr post so I just wanted to see how you were doing and if you were alright 👍👍👍👍
Heya! It has been a while. I apologize for not being as active as I once was. Rest assured, all is manageable, and nothing super serious has been going on, but life does have a way to keep you on your toes.
I've been recently spreading my writing out to other things outside of my Fae!AUs, which have made the updates between chapters even longer, which has led me to fall into the bad habit of rushing chapters. When I rush chapters, I hate how they turn out, so I rewrite them. If I have to rewrite a chapter, I think I'm a bad writer, which makes me panic that nothing is getting done, and the cycle continues. I've done better to get out of that funk, but sometimes old habits can creep up on me. Hopefully, I can take the new stuff in life in stride and deliver better stories in the future.
To end on a high note, my most recent project in stained glass art is a Salmon of Knowledge tribute, but with the style and colors of the Fount of Knowledge! Still a work in progress, with some slight setbacks, but it has helped me to clear my head and come up with great writing ideas. The finished version should be released after my newest chapter.
Thank you again Anon for your kind words and for reaching out. It really does mean a lot, and I hope you are taking care of yourself as well. May your bonfire be bright this year, and happy late Beltane!
Oh gosh, it's been a while, but I swear I have been doing my best to make this final chapter in the Samhain segment as perfect as possible! Sadly, no drawing for this one, but I got a fun little teaser for you all. I'm hoping to release this in the next couple of days, maybe three to five, depending on how these next couple of days go.
Sorry again for the delay, and I hope you enjoy this little preview. Keep your bonfires bright, my friends!
Samhain. A night in which the spirits of Earthbread who had crumbled that year were raised from their slumber and walked amongst the living. A full moon’s turn as well as a fire festival, during which the magic of the Fae is at its strongest until Beltane restores the magical flames. The picking of last fruits, the hauntings of one’s past, and the greeting of tomorrow are all celebrated on this, the night of a new year.
However, as the crone gives birth to the horned god, and the fires of Samhain herald the ghosts of the past, a strange song travels upon the moonlit roads toward the Otherworld. A call to the crumbled to follow, and celebrate their newfound freedom.
Are you livin’? Are you breathn’?
No one stands in my abode!
Are you restless? Are you witless?
My family's gone and hit the road!
Are you blinkin’? Are you stinkin’?
Why am I no longer breathn’?
Are you ready? Are you steady?
Our time here’s slowly fle-etn’!
The earth had a pulse that rivaled that of an earthquake, the pebbles dancing to a cadence that only nature knew. Even the flowers that were spread across the graveyard began to quiver as the half-buried hound slowly rose on its bony paws.
The moss that creeped over it’s skull stretched and pulled taught. Even the flowers that were still sinched to it’s bones clung to his form and left behind a puff of smog and glamour.
His empty head swayed, resistance meeting his attempts to stand as the chanting grew ever closer.
Can you feel the rhythm of your beating heart now?
It’s been replaced by the stomping crowd!
Do you know what it means when you shake the ground?
There’s nothing to do but head to the mound!
Finally pulling with all his might, the hound wrenched his head from the earth, shaking himself of the debris and moss that had been slowly growing over him since he had been buried. It would have been a lot harder to stand if he had been fully submerged in the breathing soil. So he had to be thankful for that at least.
It was strange to hear his body make noises he was not used to, the clacking of bones and swaying of moss instead of fur, as he stretched and practiced his footing. The simple actions almost made him feel ancient, despite not being that old. Maybe now he understood what his parents meant by getting older.
However, as he turned to look at his new skeletal form, he also caught a glimpse of the two other creatures, much like himself. A small but agile rabbit and a much larger bear are rising from beneath the garden of purple and blue flowers.
The bear was the one with the most amount of moss and vegetation covering her. With her body being larger, nature had more of a draw towards her nutrients and allowed for a quicker development of plant scavangers. Green earthy moss covered nearly her entire muzzle, concealing her teeth and only allowing her eyes to see through the leaves and flowers. Her cowl was covered in lion’s mane mushrooms, long but not as white as it usually would. It had the tiniest bit of red, making it more pink.
The rabbit’s ears even came back, not as dough and sugar, but as morel mushrooms and angel’s trumpet flowers. It was like a canopy of sheet moss was blanketed over his bones and ribs, a mere mimicry of his original fluffy coat. Cushion moss and cracks still covered his face as well, but not enough to dampen his voice.
“Hey there, friends! It’s wonderous to finally see you muzzle to muzzle! Though…it does seem like our task before is now…unatainable.”
“I’m more relieved we don’t have to stay in one place anymore. Samhain couldn’t come soon enough.” The rabbit tried to ruffle himself and pat at his fur, only to realize that his once luxurious grey and dark fur was now replaced with moss and bones.
“I-It was quite scary. To, at one point, be walking home to my cave, only to end up in the ground. I'm sorry I dragged you all down with me, y-you were only trying to help.” The bear slowly snuck up on the two, making the rabbit jump.
“Warn someone before you do that!”
“S-Sorry!” The bear hid her muzzle inside of the patch the cushioned moss that had once been her neck, retracting into her body to hide from the tiny rabbit.
“Hey hey! Why are we fighting? Yeah, we couldn’t help get you home, but we’re free now! Samhain has unwound us from our resting places and now we’re strong enough to travel to the Otherworlds!” The hound bounded around the two, acting quite the opposite of the average docile hound.
“Didn’t you say you were a hound? You’re acting more like a wolf than anything.” The rabbit tilted his head as the bear sniffed the air, testing if she could still smell like they used to.
“You do smell like the village, yet you act so untamed. N-Not that we don’t believe you, it’s just…”
“Of course I’m a hound!” He even rolled over to prove the trick he had learned. “I told you before we crumbled. I go to the village to help the chicken farmer keep his livestock safe. I eat the food he leaves out, and I don’t touch a single feather on those hens.”
“Yet you don’t live with them?” The rabbit tilted his head, a couple pebbles falling out of his socket.
“Well…” The hound finally sat on his haunches, his tail not as lively. “I do come from the forest down south, and my parents are wolves, but I’m a hound! As loyal and brave as any great friend can be, through and through! It’s baked into my very dough! All I’m missing is a name!”
The rabbit sat back on its own haunches, tilting its head at the perplexing thought. “Now that you mention it, despite being the familiar of a druid, I didn’t have a name either. He was always too busy with his coffee magic to really care about those trivial things.”
“A name? I-I never had a name either. It was safer if we didn’t; that way, we didn’t have to worry about the Fae stealing it. Though…it did make it harder to tell my brothers and sisters apart.” The bear looked out from the field as if her family would actually be there. Instead, she found the shepherd mortal's barn, still alive with the bleats of sheep.
“Oh! Let's think of names for ourselves! That way, we can always remember each other from the other bears, rabbits, and hounds. Hmmm.” The hound sat and contemplated his name, something that would finally make him stand out from all the others. “My fur used to be brown and tan, like dough. Nothing much else for flavor, but I’m really, really brave! So, I’ll call myself Gingerbrave!”
The bear thought about it as she batted at her new cowl in fascination. “There…There isn’t a lot to me either. But…I really like strawberries, so…I’ll call myself Strawberry.”
The rabbit thumped his foot on the ground, stewing over the best name he could think of. “I was trained to be a familiar. My druid took me to many places before I went off to find something he had left behind after Beltane ended. Apparently, he was suspicious about the picking of the Beltane King this year and needed evidence from the maypole. Then I met you all and offered to help get Strawberry home. Obviously, I couldn’t make it back, but maybe this can be a new start for me! To be as powerful as I can be, even without him. So, maybe I should honor him with the name of Wizard!”
Drop your saggy dough down and step on the trotters shake,
Say a prayer and raise a toast to your delightful wake, HA!
Kick and cheer and screech and cry, you’re no longer life’s slave
So say adieu and fly from out your wonderful grave, HEY!
“Oh dear, we spent too long in one place.” Wizard started to bound to the side of the garden they once called a grave and sniffed at a flower. “We need to find the procession of the fae; they can guide us to where we need to go. Quickly, before we lose them!”
“B-But…can’t we see our parents first? I’d like to say goodbye before we leave.” The bear looked around, sniffing the air as if the smell was just at the tip of her nose.
The hound looked down at the ground, remembering his own family that had most likely forgotten about him at this point. It had been months, wolves usually stop looking for their lost young after a couple of days, and that’s being generous.
“I’m sure they won’t be so far behind.” The hound tried his best to cheer up his new friend. “Look at it this way, at least you’ll be in the Otherworld ready to greet them when they arrive! You can bring them to all your favorite places and maybe even show them where to find the best food and caves to sleep in! They could even meet us without thinking we’re food or unfriendly!”
It seemed the bear was satiated by this idea, but she still looked out into the wilderness, second thoughts swirling through her mind. The hound could barely hear her whisper, “I guess you’re right. I…wouldn’t want to interrupt their hibernation.”
The hound and the bear sprang after the rabbit, following the jaunt of the music and the tempo it beat into the ground. Every sway and shift was new for them, being far lighter and freer than when they were encased with dough and fur. Their ever-free spirit now willed them to bound and leap higher, longer, and faster than they originally could. The hound could have sworn he could fly if he just jumped high and far enough.
It wasn’t long before they came upon a trail within the mists, a strange fog suddenly filling their vision, along with stillness in the air. No more music, no dancing earth, just the empty air and their wavering spirits. It was as if they were suddenly wrapped in soil again, but still as light as air.
“Careful, everyone! There is a heavy stillness to this fog, which means it must be glamour. We don’t know what can be hiding, waiting for us.” Wizard sniffed the air, looking this way and that for an exit.
“Weren’t you the familiar of a powerful druid? How do we get by these fogs?” Gingerbrave bounded towards where he last heard the music, almost leaving behind his small group of wandering spirits.
However, as they bounded deeper into the wilderness, the trees began to loop, and the music started and ended in completely different directions. Strawberry even stopped to point at a knot in a tree that they had already passed at least three times before.
“I-I don’t think we’re going to find the procession in time. Oh, what if we don’t find them? What if we’re stuck on this plane for eternity? We’ll never see our family again if they pass on without us.” Strawberry coward once more into her hide of moss and leaves only for the hound to stand on his hind legs to reach her hight.
“That’s no reason for us to slow down. Just keep behind me! I have a great sense of smell, and we can still track them with the glamour they leave behind!” As if to prove himself, the hound began to sniff the ground, careful to pick up any traces of glamour.
Of course, he didn’t actually know what the procession smelled like, but he was sure he’d be able to spot it once he caught a whiff of it.
The rabbit perked up at this. “Intruiging! My druid did mention a hound’s heightened ability to track the aos sí. But you’re just a wolf, how can-”
As if by some miracle, he did. The lightest traces of wild berries and moonlight. Spice that hinted at a deep and older arcane focus. Even better, an aftersmell of wood and flowers that once littered their gravesite.
“This way!” The hound bounded further into the mists, now following a trail that would lead them to their next chapters in the immortal afterlife.
Proving his intuition right, the mists slowly began to dissipate. The trees cleared out, and even the ground became more defined.
However, something about the earth felt strange. Something that made the floor more slippery than average. It didn’t feel wet; it was almost like standing on ice. Even the trees held a strange luster to them, unlike anything the animals had ever seen.
The bear reached out and touched it, while the rabbit tried to nibble on the bark, only to spit out the littlest morsels he had tasted.
“Blegh! It’s some type of stone, or condensed rock!” Wizard spat while the bear rubbed against it to feel out the material.
“I-It feels like it's turning from bark to rock.”
“It’s silver!” The hound pressed his paw against the base of the tree’s roots. “I’ve only heard about it from the cookies in the village. It’s extremely rare! So rare, they’d give away anything for them!”
“E-Even food!?”
“Yep!”
“Even their burrow?”
“Of course!”
“But…it doesn’t do anything. It wouldn’t make a good home.”
“And it doesn’t make for a good meal either.” The rabbit spat again. “Cookies, such strange creatures. Why would they want such a useless rock?”
“They use it for their greed.”
The group immediately tensed and turned towards the new voice, a deep growl settling in the hound’s throat.
I just want to know if you are ok, There is a time since your last post, you don't need to answer,I just want you to know we care for you.
Oh gosh, thank you so much, anon! Not only do I really appreciate your concern, but please also have my little Cookie sona give you a virtual hug.
Honestly? It's been a bit of a rough month. Don't worry, nothing significantly bad has happened, but there have been some highs and lows that have left me both drained and wrecked by the end of most days. I have also been taking little breaks to work on other stories, so I apologize for taking so long to come back. I hope I didn't worry you too much!
As an apology, I'm gonna share some never-before-seen art and plans I was working on in the meantime, but never saw the light of day! I hope this makes up for my absence, and once again, thank you so much for your ask!
Hello again, my little sona! This is Seanchaí, my little stand-in! I was going to start a small little series, 'Rules of the Fae: Explained with Cookies', to not only practice drawing but to have fun with explaining Fae lore as well as some Irish Myths. However, it took away a lot of time I could have put to writing, and I didn't want to take too long between chapters just to go through these little comics.
TW: Spoilers for Chapter 6 of King of Beltane, zombification (but nothing graphic or bloody)
“For the Seasons! For our Virtues! Lay on until you see the jam leak from their eyes! Yield only when you meet your maker!”
-King of Beltane Chapter 6: Lughnasadh
This was actually going to be the first drawing I would release in Chapter 6; however, it never came out the way I truly wanted and was scrapped. Not to mention the chapter was taking too long to come out because of this drawing, so I had to prioritize my writing.
So uhhh...did you know I like to make stained glass art?
What a chapter we endured. No amount of paper cranes could help me feel at peace, so I put my efforts into one made out of glass with White Lily's Awakened colors.
Cranes are a symbol of longevity and good fortune, but most importantly, peace. May White Lily find her own peace by embodying it, and let's hope Pure Vanilla could do the same.
I binge read KoB recently and I’m absolutely obsessed. Im so in love with how you write that it brings tears to my eyes. You dint have to answer this if you don’t want to but, how often do you update KoB ?
Thank you so much, I'm so honored! I don't update as much as I used to, but I do try to get something in at least once a month. I've got other stories I'm writing alongside KoB, and they tend to take up some time as well. Hopefully it won't be too long, I just have one more story to do before I continue on with the next chapter, promise!
To make up for my delay, please have this little sneak peek at the next chapter's drawing with just the tiniest bit of dialog! Enjoy ;)
"You stand before the embodiment of your ignorance, the folly of your pride! Face me, Fool! FACE YOUR CONSEQUENCE!"
‘Wait, no. I did not intend-’
“INTENTIONS MEAN NOTHING IN THE WAKE OF YOUR ACTIONS!”
Recently found this links about Fairies and Fae's Courts
https://www.tumblr.com/thenaiads/810462880688390144
I hope you will like it ☺️☺️☺️
Thank you so much for giving me these wonderful examples of Fae and Faerie Courts! I've always wanted to learn more about other myths outside Ireland, and seeing the variety in these posts is inspiring!
If I may give something in turn, I recommend the Complete Irish Mythology by Lady Gregory and the Preface by W.B. Yeats. This is a book I grew up on alongside my family's retellings, and I can't express how important it was to my research.
So uhm... I pumped all these out the night I read the chapter but then had technical difficulties, oops. I also did a sketch from last chapter cuz I never got to it... And because I made the pv deer blond, like I said he now looks like a borzoi.
At one point I thought "wow, you're just drawing a lot of Pure Vanilla suffering", and then I remembered that was all that happened the whole chapter.
Love your work and keep doing what you're doing <3
And some more doodles
You always know how to impress @phooen1x ! Thank you for sharing these lovely pieces despite the technical difficulties!
You always seem to perfectly capture the moment, and it just so happens to be a lot of PV just not having a good time.
Your borzoi deer is now gonna be one of my favorite ideas for an animal cross, and I shall draw it because that would be such an interesting mix.
I know that PV is supposed to be a powerful king and all… but all I’m seeing is a little angy goat boi.
give him some hay and snuggles, he needs it.
Sometimes you just need to see an angry goat boi as a happy goat boi. So I shall give him the snuggles he deserves. (Even though the goat snuggling with him does NOT deserve it, at least in my fic right now).
Oh, to be a goat on a farm sneaking out to see your wild ram boyfriend when the farmer isn't looking, because your boyfriend won't accept a domestic life, and you can't leave your flock or farmer behind, and you're both just waiting for the other to finally make up their mind and either stay or run away together.
so uhm…I’m just dying to know since we left off on a cliffhanger, how often do you update King Of Beltane? I love your ficssss <3
You actually caught me at a time where I was about to upload a teaser, so great timing! Thank you so much for asking!
I used to try and upload every two weeks, but with life and things getting in the way, it's just been when I could get to it. I've still been trying to get each publish by the month at least, but with everything kinda calming down now, I hope to try and be more consistent.
Did a quick little sketch of KoB smilk, not sure I captured your vision very good but I tried my best! ^^ More to come maybe?
@dontmindmeimharmless You have absolutely made my day! Thank you so much for your gift. You captured his essence perfectly. I've had a hard time catching him in my own drawings, so looking at all these iterations has inspired me. Yours has such a great personality in such a quick sketch, and I admire that so much.
Thank you again for such a lovely drawing. I would love to see whatever you decide to do in the future! I will treasure it always.
