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@eragonda
All of your mlp asks got me thinking;
ShadowMilk Cookie with a Nightmare Moon/Luna SO.
So hear me out:
Luna & Celestial are witches, maybe they’re in charge of light & dark elemental cookies respectively.
Luna turns against celestial due to Cookies of the light element often being seen as hero’s whereas those with darkness are shunned.
Lunas banishment is being turned into a Cookie (Nightmare Belladona Cookie? Deadly Nightshade Cookie? Nightmare Cookie?)
She meets the Fount through Luna/Nightmare visiting him in one of his dreams. (Very rare due to all his responsibilities)
They’d start a slow burn friendship to lovers. Since they are both touch starved & untrusting of new people/cookies.
Don’t know where it’s go during his time as Fount. Maybe they meet in the spire? Maybe Luna is trapped in the dream realm.
Here’s the fun bit:
During the Beasts imprisonment, Luna is redeemed. She’s found by PV (gotta add some lovely conflict between PV & SM) & freed from her corruption by the Light of Truth.
Maybe the light led PV to her from their interactions with the Fount.
Nobody knows she’s a witch (still banished), so maybe this can become a point of conflict.
Since she’s a witch freed of her corruption by a cookie & WL was a cookie corrupted/split by the witches.
Anyway, she travels with the gang to Beast Yeast where she’s inevitably reunited with SM.
Love the parcel of The Fount of Truth in love with The Witch of Nightmares & The Beast of Deceit in love with The Cookie of Dreams.
Sorry for the rambling, it just kept growing as I was writing. Love your work
Ooh, I love these ideas!
Perhaps you were initially banished just to Earthbread in Cookie forms...and then, around the time the Beasts were sealed, you were additionally trapped (by other Cookies) in the dream realm. Pure Vanilla undoing your corruption also freed you from that imprisonment.
Once you've been freed from your corruption, I imagine that you choose to stay in Earthbread, though you may have had a chance to become a Witch again...perhaps joining Moonlight Cookie in guarding everyone's dreams!
I imagine that in the past, you and Shadow Milk (post-corruption) were an Evil Power Couple. He wants very badly to return to those days with you...to him, its just another thing that Pure Vanilla stole from him!
If it came out that you're actually a Witch, he'd feel...conflicted. On the one hand...you clearly aren't one of the ones that sealed (or rather, abandoned) him. But you still hid your past from him, and there's been a pattern of Witches hurting him...!
I think the witch reader with FOT is really cute!!
How would their reunion after the sealing of the beasts go?
You were waiting in the spot you used to meet with the Fount of Knowledge, years ago. The Witches' home (this one, at least) had been abandoned for a while...but still, you would drop by and wait sometimes. Waiting to see if your friend would make an appearance again. It seemed that he had vanished around the same time as the Witches had...
...it seemed that today was yet another day he wouldn't come. You sighed, debating about staying for the night just in case...
When suddenly, with a loud bang, the rusty oven door flew open! You were quickly on your feet, heading towards it hopefully. Could it be...?
A blue Cookie burst out of the oven, blazing with shadowy magic! He whipped around in all directions, hackles raised and looking for a fight...freezing when he saw you. Slowly, he floated up to land on the counter...his magic dying down as the two of you stared at each other.
He was...different. His hair had eyes instead of stars, and he was now wearing a jester's outfit, but...there was no denying who this was. "...Light Milk Cookie...?" you said, tentatively, hopefully. "Is it really you?"
"...I...could say the same to you!" he said with a laugh, looking at you as though he was seeing a ghost. He said your name, almost reverently, and you slowly nodded.
You quickly crossed the distance between you, holding a hand out to him...stopping inches away before actually touching him. Giving him the choice of whether to bridge the gap.
"I waited for you to see you again, for a long time," you said softly. "I wasn't sure if I ever would, but..."
He stared at you with wide eyes...and suddenly surged forward, wrapping his arms around two of your fingers in a tight hug, nuzzling your knuckles.
"...I missed you," he said softly. "You...you really didn't leave...?"
"Of course not!" you said. "...well, I mean, I had to leave the room sometimes, but I always kept checking, just in case."
He let out a choked laugh, pressing further against you. You carefully wrapped your other hand around him, lifting him up to hold him against your chest...close to your heart. He turned to nuzzle into you, though didn't let go of your fingers.
"I missed you, too," you said softly, bending to place a feather-light kiss on top of his head. He froze for a moment...then then sighed, slumping against you.
I genuinely think Mouthwashing fandom is a good example on how real life misogyny is very wired on people brains and influenced how they engage with fictional misogyny.
You have a story about a woman being assaulted and telling a man she trusted but being dismissed because he is friends with the attacker, and people fixate on shipping her with either of those men.
You have a story about how men that downplay their male friends violence, assume neutrality is the safer option, unintentionally help create an environment that's unsafe to vulnerable people, at a risk becoming a victim themselves. And people make it about toxic yaoi.
You have a character kill herself because she didn't want birth the child of her abuser. And people make AUs where she happily keep the baby.
Misogyny isn't just "I hate women", it's also downplaying their trauma, defending those who caused it, and reducing them to mothers or wives against their wishes under this idea of what womanhood is about.
I don't think we can separate fandom misogyny from it's real world influence, not yet.
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Hiiiii the apothecary diaries SM/Knight anon here. 👋
I’m rewatching the series & it got me thinking:
The Font of Truth with a Consort/Concubine reader.
Like FoT gets gifted the reader as a thank you for imparting lifesaving knowledge to a distant emperor/king. The reader starts off quite distant & cold due to well… being gifted to someone. But the slowly warm up & fall in love with the FoT.
Also how cool is the title “The All Seeing Consort” for when they truly join the Font/Beast.
Oooh, this is a neat idea!
Imagine the Fount being completely thrown off about just being...gifted a person. Especially one so distant with him...not that he can blame you. It feels terrible, being pushed into some role that was decided for you without consideration about how you felt. ...o-or some he would imagine!
Just imagine him treating you warmly, making sure you're comfortable in the Spire, genuinely wanting an emotional connection with you (even if he is reluctant to admit it aloud)...
Plus, I think the empire or kingdom that gave you away might be one of the first that will have webs of lies woven around it, throwing it into utter chaos...with you, of course, being able to give your partner insights about some of the Cookies there. Giving him a little bit of truth to add to the rumors and make them harder to shake off...
The Long Game
Many people would claim that the first member of the cookies of darkness would be pomegranate cookie. Many people would be wrong. The first of the cookies of darkness was you, found by dark enchantress years and years ago. You had been traveling all of earth bread for different types of knowledge, yet never satisfied with what you found. Dark enchantress saw a glimpse of her self within your curiosity she couldn’t tell if she felt a sense of kinship or disgust.
She offered you a place amongst her circle, a means to learn all the magic within this world and beyond. You were skeptical at first, who wouldn’t be? But, ultimately, you took her up on her offer.
Her understanding of magic was great, but yours was greater. She inquired as to how you knew so much. You revealed to her that you were cursed. Cursed to live forever, to watch all those you come to love crumble. That you had angered the witches, and this was your punishment. While you do wish to end your own suffering what you want most is to free cookie kind from the reign of the witches.
Dark enchantress had asked you if you were willing to do anything to get that wish. You claimed that the soda oceans would run dry before you stopped. She decided then she glad to see herself in you.
You worked with her to devise a plan to end the witches and humans once and for all. It was only a few years later that you showed her the ultimate cookie recipe. She liked the idea but noted the power it required. You easily dismissed the notion by reminding her of beast yeast and how the ancient heroes only ever had half of their true power.
And so your plans fell into motion. The revival of White Lily, the seal breaking, Elder faerie falling. You smiled when that old king took his last breath, he was the only one that would’ve given away your identity if he ever saw you. Though you would miss his debates, the tea he brought to the spire was always your favorite.
When it was time to create the doughs for the beast you demanded nothing but perfection. Any dough that was even the slightest bit deformed was cast aside to the wastebin. You claimed that if the bodies of the beast needed to be in prime condition, that if the doughs were sloppy they would retaliate and not work with Dark Enchantress. It was all true, at least most of it was.
The other cookies of darkness didn’t like that the heroes were only growing stronger with their run in with the beast. You simply stated that this was all according to Dark entantress’ plans. It was enough to shut them up. It was when the war started you restless. Not from fear or doubt but anticipation. You drew the magic circle around the island and in the castle. Dark enchantress trusted you with such given your knowledge and time spent with her. Of course you did your task diligently, it was the magnum opus of this whole ordeal. The climax of what you have been building to.
Silent salt’s betrayal wasn’t much of a reveal to you, you had learned about it long ago. Turning the Faerie library upside down trying to find a way to reverse it. You were banished from the kingdom when Elder faerie learned of what you were doing. But he wasn’t around anymore to stop you.
When Dark Enchantress took on that profane form you started your last act. The magic circle you had provided was complex and powerful, but it had a major weakness. While destroying it or deactivating it was near impossible, redirecting the magic was as simple as drawing a few lines. It was something he taught you all those years ago. Late nights rambling on an on about magic formula, picking apart debates or magic circles to figure out how they worked. You missed those days, but it didn’t matter. Those days would be back once again.
Finishing the small correction you watched with glee as the life powder and energy instead flowed to it’s rightful owner. The binding of silence broken with a manic laugh from your wonderful jester. Darkentantress looked to you in disbelief. “You..You! You fool, You insolent conniving snake! Do you have any idea of what you have done?!” Dark enchantress bellowed. You had to cover your ears from the sheer volume of her voice. Even then, it didn’t stop the manic grin that spread across your face.
“Indeed, I do!” you say, spreading your arms out before taking a bow. “The greatest twist known to all of cookie kind! Taa daa~” Standing upright you shook your head. “Though i cannot take all the credit, i must thank you Dark enchantress. You played a marvelous fool!”
With a roar of what sounded like betrayal and rage Dark enchantress raised and brought down her hand, no doubts in an attempt to crush you. You didn’t even flitch as the hand came down, stopping mere feet away from you. The rush of air almost threw you off balance but you were quickly caught by an arm wrapping around your waist. Dark enchantress’ hand was brough back, blue string bound tightly against her wrist.
“Tsk tsk, you compliment her on her performance and she does this as thanks? Critiques, you can never please them am i right?” Shadowmilk asked before placing a peck on your cheek. “And you, you did amazing! If i didn’t know any better i’d think you were trying to take my spot at lead actor. I wouldn’t mind though, you would look so great on stage.”
Dark enchantress screamed in rage as she tried to free herself. Shadow milk only sighed. “Can’t even let a cookie have a reunion with his love. Alright my little star, how about I take over and get this final act rolling. After curtain call we’ll have a proper meet up.”
You simply nodded in response before giving a quick kiss on the cheek to Shadowmilk before he warped you away.
I thank @insertsaddict for the ideas. They make such delicious crk fics, go nom on their work! >:3
speaking of knight of knowledge blurbs... "I didn't mean to fail you! I didn't mean to fail my duties- my vows-" you let out a hiccupping sob, over centuries of built up stress and intrusive thoughts bubbling out along with the tears. "I- I know I failed! You- you don't need to taunt me- to have- have me surrounded by my failure. To throw my words back in my face! I'm sorry! I- I-" Your hands go up to your hair, grabbing tight as if trying to find some sort of stability your situation lacked while you duck your head. "I'M SORRY!" Eyes squeeze shut even tighter, all you can hear is the ragged sound of your breathing and the pounding on your heart. Silence echoes throughout the spire, and you don't even dare to look up. To see the twisted echoes of the past within the room, the decor, within the beast standing across from you.
You don't see how he reaches out only to pull back. Eye wide and looking at you with an almost heart broken expression on his face. Nor do you see how it morphs into something more… determined.
"Forgive me, my knight." The soft, formal tone of his voice makes you flinch. You hadn't heard him speak like that since he… he fell. It's too close to the memories of your Fount, too close-
"It appears I've been too lax with the help you require…" your head snaps up at his words, vision still blurry from tears as you can't help but feel dread. What does he mean? Another trick? More deceit? No no no you can't take it-
"I had wanted you to accept my help willingly." He's moving closer. You feel yourself start to tremble. Move. Move. "Show you just how freeing deceit can be, how it can ease your burdens just like it did mine…
"But don't worry. I won't make that same mistake again."
Suddenly he snaps forward, hand reaching out towards you. You try to jerk back, to move, but as his fingers brush against your forehead-
Everything goes dark.
Shadow Milk takes care to catch you before you can fall, easing you down while pulling you close to his chest at the same time. Tears still litter your lashes, but you look so peaceful now that his heart aches with relief. Its been far too long since
Ever so gently, as if you could possibly wake up from the spell he cast, he touches his forehead to yours.
"Forgive me my knight," He's murmurs again, so much softer, so much sweeter. "This is not the ending I desired for you… But I refuse to let you crumble under your own weight. I'll give you the sweetest lies… Something so sweet that you… you never have to feel like this again. Anything for you.
"I'll help you rest and recover… then… then we can attempt this part of the script once more. But if we have to stay in that lie…" His hand gently cups your cheek, before he leans up and brushes his lips against your forehead in the lightest of kisses.
"Then so be it."
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This is beautiful and I love it so much
Here's a fluff idea:
Knight Y/N Cookie wakes up, about to get up and guard the silver tree, as back to their usual day. Till when about to get up feels something on top of them, looks down and seems Shadow Milk Cookie.
"... Oh right, he's here." (Also thinking when the heck did they agreed to this)
Just to try to push him off or get up, for him to just cling onto them more and get upset.
He lays on you just like a cat: chest-to-chest, with his face right in yours. He doesn't even try to pretend he was asleep...he just stares at you with a smug grin on his face.
"...can you let me get up?"
He frowns, pretending to think about it for a moment. "Hmm...nah. Don't really feel like it." He rests his chin on your chest, still peering up at you...his grin softens a little as he wraps his arms around you. "I can't imagine anywhere else I'd rather be."
Affection system
no one can stop me from rizzing this twink jester! get in line, bozos! i'm first!!!!
Metahuman with super healing powers whose entire job is that once a week they go to a nearby hospital and are put into a medically induced coma for 24 hours while all their organs and blood are harvested, and kept there until they've healed up again.
They get paid a small stipend by the Heroes Council for this, and they live off that.
No crime fighting, no obvious heroics, and they only took a Super Identity because it's technically hero's council policy. Nobody's ever seen them in a cape.
Every so often the Heroes council will release an official report to the public, and there'll be another bunch of news articles wondering how some unknown super calling themselves 'Meat Factory' somehow consistently holds the record for most lives saved across the city.
It is essential to my vision that they are not at all sanctimonious about this.
Like, they regularly act like they're getting away with something. They joke about how they get to earn money in their sleep. They show up to their hospital visits in deliberately ridiculous disguises, on the excuse that they need to 'protect their identity'.
Part of their employment contract is that they get served the same post-operation vanilla ice cream that they normally hand out on the childrens' ward. Also a sticker. Their overnight bag is covered in stickers.
(Ngl, I was the one who did the Aloof Knight Y/N Cookie, and was so excited and happy to see it since it was my first doing a request 😭)
The thought of Knight Y/N Cookie staying at the Silver Tree and becoming a Silver Knight is so sad and cute, but what if over the centuries, they started to become more tired and burnt out from the centuries of this, so the day the Silver Tree weakens and SMC pops out?
"... Oh witches my PTSD is coming back."
Ooh, that is a good idea!
Shockingly, decades and then centuries of doing anything would become routine. Even standing guard over the Silver Tree, the seal holding away the Beast Cookies...the ones that would bring about great Calamity if they broke free. Including the fallen Fount of Knowledge...the Cookie that, once upon a time, you had served...and had been close to.
Or so you'd thought.
But even knowing the importance of the task, it wore you down over time. Standing guard, trying to ignore the feeling of being watched whenever you were close to the Tree (especially that giant gash in the seal)...it wore you down. Days blurred together, little could happen to jar you out of the...numbness you felt. Something that left you feeling tired, even emotionless at times.
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