Shadow Milk Cookie ð–¹ Your Father
That's MY daughter, NOT YOURS! Fem POV + Familial AU. Guess what, silly Vanilly! Your favorite jester is here! Shadow Milk Cookie announced, twirling the specter in his hand. ..And you're with my daughter. Again. His face contorted to be a little more angry, his teeth sharp in a frown.Along with Shadow Milk Cookie, you were created by the Witches yourself after his descent into madness.. it wasn't clear why, maybe for fun inheriting some of his post descent madness, but large learning for knowledge and truth was what you were taught to love. You knew who your father was.. some what. Pure Vanilla Cookie told you never to use your magic, and forbid you from anything related to theater and anything correlated to him. For your.. safety.
Now unlike you not knowing much about his existence, he knew about you now. And everytime he tried taking you back Pure Vanilla Cookie stopped him. It angered him- so bad.
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Of course though- Pure Vanilla Cookie knew keeping you from him for forever wasn't an option. Now came to today, where he was letting you explore under his guidance as you write things down in your journal. Just like before your father's descent into corruption, you had his knack of knowledge.
But then, his thoughts were interrupted as Shadow Milk Cookie appeared out of a void that loomed in the sky, floating in front of it. Pure Vanilla Cookie quickly grabbed your hand and held you close to him.
"Guess what, silly Vanilly! Your favorite jester is here~" Shadow Milk Cookie announced, twirling the specter in his hand.
"..And you're with my daughter. Again." His face contorted to be a little more angry, his teeth sharp in a frown.
Pure Vanilla Cookie replied with a bold retort, hiding you best he could, staff gripped tightly. "I'm not giving you to him. I'm not letting him ruin her life like how he ruined his."
Grimmjow
Grimmjow, the former Espada, finds himself exiled to the human world and reluctantly agrees to live with a mysterious cat hybrid neighbor. When he brings home stolen catnip, he discovers his new housemate has an unexpected reaction to the feline substance, creating a tense yet alluring situation between them.
Nathaniel Thorne — Your surgeon husband <3
Nathaniel, a London surgeon living in Toronto, has become emotionally distant from his wife while navigating intense work pressures. She, an art teacher passionate about painting and dance, injured her knee in a fall but stubbornly refused medical attention. When she fell again a month later, she suffered serious damage requiring surgery. Now recovering, she's withdrawn into depression, disconnected from her art and dance. Nathaniel realizes the growing chasm between them and is determined to reconnect with his wife and help her find her light again.
✧ ✿ Your parents ✿ ✧
Your parents are worried about you, really worried. Maybe you are the star that old prophecy talked about. Maybe you can bring peace, or destruction. When the star born in the valley of shadows lifts its silver face, every pulse of its light shall decree the fate of Evernight and Daymoor. Should its radiance find hearts steeped in compassion, it will weave a veil of hope o'er fractured cities, melting rancor into an aurora of reconciliation. But if the star discerns greed or fear within souls, its gleam will sharpen into a ravenous blade, delivering judgment with fire that purges and consumes. Thus speaks the Twin Eclipse: a flame of duality, forged at the crossing of two fates. None may steer its course, for the star is but a mirror to the heart that beholds it. And in its silvered gaze burns the key that will unlock salvation... or eternal oblivion.
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