#drowsy-lily

[anakinstwinklebunny]

PAIRING: anakin skywalker x f!reader

SMUT ❦

Lazy Sundays with ANAKIN SKYWALKER were as productive as every normal person's weekend. It started with small kisses up your bare, mostly exposed back, up over your spine. It all tingled your sleepy senses, igniting a small, hoarse whimpers at the back of your throat. Especially when you felt his lips move over your neck.

And in all seriousness, Anakin was needy..to say the least. That man could be unstoppable after a long lasting mission. So it was just a matter of time when you felt a slow, steady push stretching you open—thick, deep, yet so unbearably gentle it made your breath hitch in your throat. Your body trembled under the sheer ache of it, as you were still half-asleep, still wrapped in the drowsy haze of morning.

He didn't even rush. Just kept pressing inside, inch by aching inch, letting you feel all of his ten inches.

You whined softly, squirming over his arm draped around your waist, toned bare chest flush against your back, lips grazing lazily over your shoulder.

"Ani..." your voice was a sleepy, slurred whimper, side of your face hiding in your pillow

A deep, pleased hum rumbled from his chest "Good-" his hips rolled forward just enough to make you whimper again "-morning" he emphasized the word with another thrust "just relax baby..gonna take you to the best damn place in the whole galaxy"

Relax? How were you supposed to relax when he was stretching you open like this? When his stupid, perfect cock was buried deep, pressing right up against that spot inside you that made you see exactly what he wanted you to see?

Your fingers fisted in the sheets, sleepy mind struggling to keep up with the way he moved—slow, too deep, all torturous.

"Ohhh…"

A slow smirk tugged at his lips as he nuzzled against your neck, nose brushing the sensitive skin there. "That’s it," he murmured, tone so smug it made your face burn. "Such a good girl for me in the morning…missed you a lot baby..so much"

You whined softly, overwhelmed, overstimulated, but he—the absolute bastard—just kept rocking into you in those steady, deliberate thrusts, big hand splayed over your stomach, holding you there, letting his pride rise over the fact how deep he was in you

"Feels so perfect, little one," he groaned against your ear, voice all low and gravelly "So soft. So warm around my cock."

Your body clenched around him in response, to which of course he felt it. You knew he did, because he let out the most obnoxious little, raspy chuckle, nipping playfully at your bare shoulder. "Oh? You like that, don’t you?*"

You wanted to slap the grin off his face..or kiss it. You were way too far gone to decide right now.

"Ani… please…" you whimpered, fingers grasping at his veiny arm, trying to pull him closer, even though he was already pressed as close as he could be.

His pace deepened, dragging against every sensitive spot inside you, slow and thorough in a way that made your stomach clench, your toes curl. You felt yourself spiraling, breath hitching, pleasure coiling so tightly inside you that it felt impossible to hold back.

"There we go" he purred against your neck, hips rolling forward in the most delicious way, hand gripping your thigh to pull you even closer. "Just feel it baby"

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[no1blacksapphirefan]

I'm gonna add another self aware ask to your box lol- based on what I'm doing rn lolol

How do you think the self aware cookies (I specifically have beasts/ancients in mind but do whoever you want lol) would react to a player who's literally nodding off while doing daily missions/tasks before bed? Or if they just straight up fall asleep with the game open.

I've done this like at least once when I was doing alliance lmao, fell asleep and woke up to my cookies cheering because it was the end, god they must've waited for so long cheering and waiting for me, poor guys </3

Pure Vanilla He notices it quickly, he tries his best to subtly urge you to sleep, changing his voicelines a bit to try and encourage you but it doesn't work...well mainly because you're too drowsy to sleep, it's no wonder you didn't realise his voicelines weren't correct.

When he does see you finally falling asleep, he's thankful. Finally...though he is a bit stuck until you notice, don't worry. He doesn't mind keeping an eye on you as you sleep.

White Lily She looks at you as you seem to stiffen in a yawn, needing her and a few others to fight a few cookies in arena, however after a while after beating the opponent she realised...you fell asleep. She wonders how tired you were during the day, my she's worried, especially if it's not even in bed you fell asleep.

She could hardly care less if she's stuck "celebrating" their win as she looks at your sleeping form. Wondering when you'll wake up, she knows you will but she's just worried what happened during the day when you were off. You may just be tired which she hopes is the case, she doesn't want you overworking yourself.

Dark Cacao He knows a look of tiredness when he sees it, he knows when someone overworks themselves to the very bone as well. He's willing to break the code in the game, to go against what most cookies have been doing and "break" the 4th just to make sure you get ample rest.

He can't have one of his favourite people working endlessly now can he? He knows you enjoy playing and perhaps want to play daily, and while he also enjoys just seeing your face everytime, he needs you to rest as well. No need to come see them if your body is telling you to rest.

Golden Cheese Similar to Dark Cacao, she isn't scared to break the 4th wall to tell you to sleep, besides. Perhaps you're too tired to realise your cookie "game" is talking to you. She cares a lot for your health, and while, sure sleeping when you're tired is fine.

Seeing you seemingly push yourself awake before inevitability falling asleep worries her. She doesn't mind if she's stuck wandering aimlessly around your kingdom, stuck being in her defeated or celebrating animation. Her main concern is you, oh she wishes she could tuck you into bed and put your phone away. She's heard from others that it seems to burn up your phone a lot...she'd rather you not wake up to a scorching phone.

Hollyberry doesn't release it quickly, she's continuing to celebrate, she thinks perhaps you went to quickly do something but when she looks at you she sees your peaceful sleeping face. Awe you look so cute, but didn't know know it wasn't a good idea to sleep next to your phone? Especially with it charging (let's hope it isn't)

She finds it sweet, thinking about how tired you must've been before falling into a slumber but still tapping on the game to finish up some things. You didn't need to do that, most cookies are fine without seeing you. You should've went to bed as soon as you yawned she thinks. She won't lecture you though, even if she could/wanted too. She may advise you to head to bed earlier though if you can. The more sleep you have, the more energy you'll have so this won't happen again.

Shadow Milk At first he doesn't notice, trying every trick in the book to get you to look and pay attention to him. Thankfully for him, he's one of the few cookies you "expect" to break the 4th wall, his attempts stop as he hears you snore.

Finally realising you fell asleep. At first he was a teeny bit offended, thinking you fell asleep during his shows until he remembered you don't even know they're real...wait how long ago did you sleep? Don't tell him he's been trying to get the attention of a sleeping person.

Gods now he looks like an insane person...at least that's what you seem to like about him. He continues watching you sleep for a bit, up till either the phone battery runs out or the phone naturally closes due to inactivity.

Or if it lets him continue watching he will, he finds you rather pretty when you sleep

Mystic Flour she notices the moment you fall asleep, the moment your eyes shut innocently to capture those Zs. She stares motionless at your sleeping form. Enjoying the sight, that does sound creepy but she claims it's to ensure you have a peaceful nap.

And if anyone nearby tries to make a loud sound, whether intentionally or not, she isn't afraid to stare daggers at them until they stop. You need your beauty rest after all, though if you ask her. She thinks any more would be overkill, she finds you rather ethereal afterall.

Burning Spice probably nearly woke you up, it isn't until the other beasts shush more. Mystic Flour glaring at him and Shadow Milk covering his mouth while pointing does he shut up about how boring it's been without activity and where you went.

Well at least he got his answer, now I feel he'd love to wake you up, he'll definetly find your shock rather entertaining (and shadow milk would be lying if he said he wasn't curious) but...damn you look peaceful as hell...maybe he'll be quiet.

Sure he's still bored as well waiting till you wake up, but if it's for you to get some much needed rest so you could cause more destruction in arena? So be it, he'd prefer not to do it again but...He supposes he wouldn't mind seeing your sleeping form again

[itsreallynotriri]

Thunder

After James and Lily’s passing, they entrust their son, Harry, to the care of James’ sister, Y/N, and her husband, Regulus Black, who raise him as their own.

[regulus black x fem potter! reader]

warnings: fluff

One stormy night, the wind howled through the trees, rattling the windowpanes as rain splattered against the glass in uneven bursts. The heavy clouds outside swallowed the moonlight, casting the house into near darkness. Inside his small bedroom, four-year-old Harry Potter tossed and turned, his tiny fingers gripping the soft fabric of his blanket.

Then, a particularly loud crack of thunder split the night, shaking the walls with its ferocity. Harry gasped, his heart hammering in his chest. The sound was too much—too loud, too sudden, too scary. His small body tensed, and tears pricked at the corners of his emerald-green eyes. He sat up quickly, the dim glow of the enchanted nightlight barely doing anything to push back the shadows that seemed to loom larger with every flash of lightning.

Without a second thought, he flung aside his blanket and clutched his beloved stuffed stag, a gift from his Uncle Siri, one he never went to bed without. Holding the plush toy tightly against his chest, he scrambled out of bed, his little feet hitting the cool wooden floor. The hallway stretched ahead of him, dark and unfamiliar in the storm’s flickering light, but he didn’t hesitate. He knew the way by heart.

Each step was cautious yet determined as he padded down the corridor, his breath coming in quiet, hurried puffs. The house groaned under the storm’s weight, and another rumble of thunder sent him into a near run. By the time he reached the large wooden door of his baba and mama’s room, his tiny hands were shaking. With effort, he pushed the door open just enough to slip inside, the comforting scent of home immediately wrapping around him like a warm embrace.

Blinking in the darkness, his bright green eyes searched for them, his safe place. The familiar figures of Y/N and Regulus lay curled together beneath the blankets, the rhythmic sound of their breathing a soft lull against the storm’s fury outside. He didn’t hesitate. With a soft sniffle, he scrambled up onto the bed, crawling between them and pressing himself into the warmth of their bodies.

“Mama… Baba…” he whispered sleepily, his voice small and frightened. “The sky is loud.”

Regulus stirred first, groggy but instinctively protective, his arm curling around Harry and pulling him close. “Mmm…” he hummed in acknowledgment, his voice thick with sleep. “It’s alright, Harry”

Y/N shifted as well, barely opening her eyes before instinctively reaching out, her fingers brushing through Harry’s wild, untamed hair. The feel of his small frame trembling slightly made her frown, and she gently pressed a kiss to his forehead. “You’re safe, love,” she murmured, her voice warm and reassuring despite her drowsiness. “The thunder can’t hurt you.”

Regulus, still half-asleep, let out a low hum of agreement, his hand rubbing slow, soothing circles on Harry’s back. “Just the clouds talking to each other,” he murmured.

Harry buried his face against Y/N’s side, his small fingers clutching at the fabric of her nightshirt. “Don’t want the sky to talk anymore…” he mumbled, his words slightly muffled by sleep.

Y/N chuckled softly, exchanging a knowing glance with Regulus over their son’s head. Thunderstorms had never bothered her much, nor did they seem to faze Regulus, but she knew to Harry, that each roar of thunder felt like a monster lurking in the dark.

“Well then,” she whispered, brushing her fingers through his hair in slow, comforting strokes. “We’ll just have to drown it out, won’t we?”

Harry peeked up at her with tired, curious eyes. “How?” he asked softly, still gripping his stuffed stag.

“With a bedtime story, of course,” she said, her voice gentle and sure.

Regulus gave a sleepy chuckle, shifting slightly but not letting go of Harry. “Hmm… make it a good one,” he murmured, already half-asleep again.

Y/N smiled as she began weaving a tale, her voice soft and rhythmic, each word forming a safe, warm cocoon around them. Harry’s little body relaxed further, his breathing evening out as his eyelids drooped heavily. The storm raged on outside, but he felt safe here, nestled between the two people who loved him most.

Within minutes, his quiet, steady breaths told them he was asleep, his tiny fingers still curled around Y/N’s nightshirt, his stuffed stag tucked under his chin.

Regulus let out a contented sigh, tightening his hold on both of them before whispering, “He’s ours, isn’t he?”

Y/N smiled, pressing a soft kiss to Harry’s head. “Always,” she whispered back.

As the storm continued outside, their little family slept peacefully, wrapped in warmth, love, and the quiet promise of safety.

-> next chapter

[sincerelybubbles]

wrong time || James Potter x reader

warnings: slightly suggestive, unresolved angst

I've been wanting to write friends to strangers to lovers for James bc ugh yes so here's a starter to that possibility <3

You linger in bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling. The memory of last night lingers; too golden to be real, too vivid to be a dream. You try to convince yourself it couldn’t have happened but your body betrays you: skin stings with memories of warm hands, lips ache with rose-tinted presses against his, and thoughts drift, dizzy and drowsy with the aftermath of kisses. 

After a long lie in, you find the courage to part the curtains around your bed and let the light spill in. The dorm is empty, everyone gone for breakfast. You dress slowly, a quiet ritual – you catch fleeting glimpses of yourself in the mirror, pulling back your hair, straightening your collar, every movement threaded with disbelief. 

You look happy. Your stomach twists with something like hope, wild and unwieldy. 

You’ve loved James Potter for years. Quietly, faithfully, from the corners of rooms and pauses between laughter. And last night felt like a promise that maybe this hasn’t been as one-sided as you’ve feared. 

You’re certain James loves you back – has for years – only proven by his loud proclamations of it. Arms thrown over your shoulders feels like a chain further into the shrouded room of friendship you’ve lived in happily. Your deeper love for him has remained hidden, attraction locked away, as you’ve lavished in his sturdy friendship. 

Of course you hold the same love for him but deeper – how could you not? As a friend, he’s the best you’ve had: kind without condition, generous with his warmth. 

It’s only natural that feeling has dripped into more, unforgotten in quiet moments, not pressing enough to act on. 

Until last night. 

You force yourself to push the memories away, giddy to run downstairs and see him at dinner. You’re not foolish enough to think anything will change rapidly, not careless enough with your heart to place all faith this could blossom into something more, but you would be lying to yourself if you didn’t admit you have hope that this could become something more. 

You nearly trip on your way down the stairs, mary janes scuffing on the maron carpet, only to catch yourself on the bainster. 

You spot him on the couch, bent over something. Assuming it’s parchment, that he’s studying for your last round of OWLs, you decide to sneak up on him. Perhaps you could make him flush at the sudden sight of you. 

You’re glad for the decision as dread pools in your stomach, eyes finding the object of James’ attention as you grow nearer. 

Lily is thrown across the cushions of the couch, lavished and golden by James’ attention, hair mussed and eyes closed. His hand, warm as you probably remember, pressed against the space under her ribs, rubbing circles into exposed skin. 

It’s a truly compromising position to find them in – and not one you’re unfamiliar with, either. 

She and James had been off and on since fourth year until last year, seventh, they seemed decidedly off as Lily insisted. You would have never slept with James if you thought it anything but the whole-hearted truth. 

But now, sight familiar and fatal in front of you, they seem to have more than reconciled. 

One night with you was certainly enough for James to realize that better is what he deserves. 

Slowly, you back up, hit the stairs in a hurry, and find your bed again. Slowly sitting, you find yourself lacking the drama you might assume would swarm you. Your heart is pounding, sure, but your hands are still on your legs. You don’t feel like crying, not yet, or screaming at either of them. 

Decidedly, you feel numb. 

You push all thoughts of James Potter out of your head, all thoughts of the night before away, and decide it must have been a dream. For your sanity, everything that happened last night was a dream. 

Unforgettable, love-oozing, life-changing, but simply just a dream.

[dragon-ascent]

Zhongli and you on dates.

Park strolls with Zhongli are cozy. You can chat with him about anything and everything; when he sees a flowering tree, he plucks some of its flowers and makes you a lovely little flower crown. It also helps that birds feel comfortable in his presence and start to chitter, making you truly feel like fairytale royalty.

Museum dates with Zhongli involve plenty of talking – mostly from your lover, of course, because who knows history better than the man who’s literally lived through it? He shares plenty of knowledge with you on everything the place has to offer. (The sea creatures section puts him slightly on edge, but he does his best to keep his composure for you – and is relieved when you want to skip to the next area quicker than usual.)

Picnics with Zhongli are the best! Sweet Lili brings all the food you’ll like, and the best part? They’re all homemade! He loves feeding you the treats he’s made for you, pleased when your face lights up and you cuddle the heck out of him. Getting drowsy and laying your head on his lap while he caresses your face is a lovely follow-up.

Dinner dates with Zhongli are utterly romantic. He plans every little detail meticulously: the location, the number of candles on the table, the type of music playing as a melodious backdrop, the dishes served for the night and their plating. He’ll have you sighing in awe every three seconds, making you fall deeper for him.

Library dates with Zhongli are rather interesting. You peruse the romance section and cheekily ask Zhongli to act out the scenes you read out – to which he obliges, and by god he’s better than any book character. (If you happen to pick up something on the spicier side, Zhongli will wait until he takes you home to enact the scenes that fluster you.)

[chxrryhxrt]

James potter pure smut and he’s whimpering. Maybe we’re pegging him, maybe he’s being a munch, I don’t know I just need him really bad 😔

Birthday Boy - James Potter x Female Reader

Synopsis: It’s James’ Birthday and Sirius kindly gifts the pair of you an empty dorm for the night. It only seems right that you fulfil one of James’ fantasies.

Warnings: smut, handjob, anal (male receiving), swearing

A/N: tysm for the ask and sorry it took so long to write! this is my first time writing for James, my first time writing smut, and my first time writing pegging, so please be kind! (though constructive criticism is welcome and encouraged pls i need it) 😭

Sunbeams poured through the windows, thawing the condensation that thinly coated the panes. As the early morning light began to cast a warm hue over the Gryffindor common room, you made your way down the staircase, clad all in pyjamas.

Most students would choose to spend their Sunday curled up in front of the fire, or running around with seemingly endless energy, in the case of some particularly rowdy first years. Knowing this, you and your friends had decided to get up early to give James his birthday presents, hopeful to avoid the daytime rabble.

Socked feet met with the cozily carpeted floor as you scanned the room, eyes falling on a drowsy looking James – no longer asleep, but not awake quite yet. Settling down opposite him, you made sure to offer a grateful smile to the other three boys, knowing that he likely put up a fight, not being a morning person by any stretch.

Even as he noticed you take a seat he refused to perk up, choosing his usual melodrama instead.

“Can’t believe you’re doing this to me,” he huffed, sinking deeper into the sofa, “and on my birthday as well.”

“Don’t be daft, Prongs, it’s only six thirty – you’re up earlier on a weekday,” Remus reasoned, elbowing the sulking boy beside him. He quietened down – albeit reluctantly – as the logic of Remus’ observation sank in. That was, until Sirius decided to pipe up.

“I dunno mate, it does seem unfair that I should have to lose my beauty sleep for this muppet–“ he leant close to Peter, fingers pulling his skin taut– “do you see the wrinkles this has given me?”

Before their descent into typical marauder chaos, you interjected, swiftly moving the conversation forward.

“More importantly than your complexion, Sirius,” you began pointedly, “it’s James’ birthday and he should open his presents,”

Amazingly, at the mere mention of gifts, any remnants of fatigue disappeared, Peter being the first to hand a neatly wrapped box to James, a little bow adorning the top.

Thick hands grasped the package, only a soft rustling audible as he held it up to his ear, shaking it around. Swiftly declaring that he couldn’t possibly guess, the ribbon was untied and wrapping paper torn off, revealing a maroon knit sweater with a stag embroidered on the front. As he said his thank you’s, he slipped the jumper over his head, groaning at its softness.

“You need to feel this,” he urged, not leaving much choice as he grasped your wrist, running your palm along the sleeve, “it’s so soft,”

Hearing this, Peter beamed proudly, “It’s made from puffskein mohair,”

Everyone else took turns at handing him presents, the chairs around you filling up as Marlene and Dorcas arrived, followed by Lily. The room was brighter now, the midmorning light sending dust motes flying through the air. A steady stream of Gryffindors flowed past your small huddle, some wishing James a happy birthday, but most just focussed on making it to the Great Hall in time for breakfast. Almost instinctively, you pushed yourself up and merged into the crowd. James, trusting Sirius with his presents, hopped up too, his toned arm coming to rest loosely around your waist.

Stood patiently, you leant against his chest, awaiting the moving staircase. Taking this opportunity away from any prying eyes – or at least anyone who would care, as you had lost both Marlene and Lily in the masses – you decided to let James in on a secret.

“I’m so glad you liked your tickets to the Quidditch World Cup,” you confessed, running a hand down his chest, “they were a total pain to get a hold of,”

Looking down at you, eyes wide and gentle, he replied, “I loved them - seriously, best present ever, I can’t wait.” He tenderly stroked your hair. “Besides, I’d love anything you got me, even if it was like, a single shoe.”

Lips sealed tight to hold in a laugh, you got on tippy toes, mouth at his ear.

“That’s good, because Sirius agreed to let us use the dorm tonight. Maybe we could try out that thing you suggested?”

Heat flooded James’ face as he pulled you in tight to his side, his gaze elsewhere as he offered a short, yet very enthusiastic, nod. 

Hours were spent chasing James around on his new broomstick – courtesy of his parents – as he got used to it, readying himself for the match against Ravenclaw later in the month. Sirius joined the pair of you in practicing, whilst Remus and Peter (who were much less athletically inclined) grabbed snacks for everyone to share before heading to The Three Broomsticks.

It was late evening now, as you arrived back at the castle with James in tow. A thin sheen of moonlight illuminated your path up the staircase, stone steps twisting their way to the boys’ dorms.

Arm working to haul your boyfriend in behind you, the bedroom door swung heavily shut. Despite promises to give you some alone time, you knew better than to trust any Marauder, so, to be safe, you swiftly cast a locking charm.

Satisfied, your gaze fell upon James’ shirtless figure, bent over and wrestling to remove his jeans.

“Woah, Buckaroo,” you laughed airily, tentatively moving toward him, “let’s go slow, yeah? Tonight’s all about you.”

Brown curls bounced with his nodding, catching the warm light and reflecting it with a glisten akin to that in his eyes as he faced you. One hand threading into his hair, you dragged him down to you, your lips meeting in a slow kiss.

Testing the waters, you tugged lightly, a stifled groan leaving his mouth, and a trail of goosebumps rising as you trailed your fingers down his bicep.

“Please,” he whispered, face inches away from yours, “been thinkin’ about this all day,”

This somewhat desperate admission makes you reconsider any teasing. It was his birthday after all, it only seemed fair that he gets what he wants so badly.

You soften. Lowering yourself to the floor, you undo his belt, ridding him of his remaining clothes, and begin to work his cock with your hand. Though, he needed little help, already well past half-mast.

“Jamie, you’re so hard for me.” You tease, licking his tip fleetingly. “You could’ve told me you were feeling needy, I would’ve helped you out.”

Your mouth takes his full length then, and James’ fingers fly to your hair, in a desperate attempt to ground himself. Evidently unsuccessful though, as the moans spilling from him seemingly replaced any need to breathe.

“More,” he panted through ragged breaths, “please,”

Spurred on, you gripped his calves, taking him all the way down your throat. Some tears welled in your lash line, but you blinked them away, too focused on pleasing your boyfriend. Swallowing around his cock and working your tongue around the head, it quickly became clear that he was close, so you pulled off, rising from your knees. 

“Get on the bed, I’m gonna grab some things.” You directed, feet padding over to the chest in the corner. Having removed your clothing, you rummaged around, grabbing a bottle of lube and a strap-on.

When you returned to James, you found him on all fours, waiting more patiently than you had expected. The bed dipped as you clambered behind the boy, who began to whine and wiggle his hips around at your arrival.

You ran your palm down the plane of his back, soothing him with intermittent shushes.

“I’m just going to start with one finger,” you warned, careful to take your time, “is that okay?”

“Yes - need it so bad,” he whined, a deep sigh of relief leaving him as your middle finger eased into him, gradually beginning to move it.

Noticing his weak attempts at taking you deeper, you reached for the lube. The boy in front of you shivered, taking a sharp inhale as the cold liquid made contact with his skin and you pushed a second digit in. You continued to crook your fingers, working back and forth in preparation for what was coming next.

Minutes later, once you deemed him loose enough, you retracted your hand, receiving a rather bitter look from James.

“Hush, I’m gonna fill you with something even better – “ you lined up with his entrance, tapping against his hole – “you just gotta be patient for me.”

Attention fully on his arse now, you tried to sink in, met only with tight resistance. This was normal, you had heard (mostly from Remus and Sirius, as they were your main source of information on the topic – though you wouldn’t tell James this), but forcing would simply not help. So, you offered a little distraction, your body folding over James’ as you reached for his rouged cock, stroking it and paying extra care to run your thumb over the tip.

Muscles slackening, his whole body becoming less tense, you managed to push in to the hilt, your pelvis pressed against him as you gave him time to get used to the feeling of his arse being filled completely.

“You can move,” he assured between gasps for air, “please- please move,”

Grasping one of his hips, you bottomed out, keeping a steady pace as you thrusted into him.

Meanwhile, your other hand continued to jerk him off, a particularly guttural whine being made as you massaged his balls.

A few short minutes later, and James was already a mess, fisting the sheets beneath him and pushing back to meet your thrusts. You could tell he was close from the way he struggled to hold himself up, so you began to speed up your movements, eager to make him come.

“I’m- fuck- I’m gonna-“ he tried, voice shaky.

“I know, come for me, pretty boy,” you encouraged, pressing kisses into his spine and whispering quiet praises to him.

As soon as he reached his peak, hot spurts of fluid leaking down onto the duvet, you urged him onto his back. With a small cloth you had grabbed earlier, you began to wipe him clean, careful not to overstimulate him. At the sight of this, however, your boyfriend’s brows knitted together with confusion.

“What about you? You didn’t get to come-” he started, interrupted as your lips pressed to his in a sloppy, passionate kiss.

“Tonight was just for you, Birthday Boy,” you reassured, “besides – we don’t have long ‘til Sirius tries to bang down the door,”

i hope you enjoyed and have an amazing day wherever you are 🩷🩷

dividers by @enchanthings-a

[miley1442111]

(part 2) choices and chances- art donaldson

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a/n: i imagined a fem reader but as per usual, imagine what you like :)

summary: the last time you're second-place to tashi

pairing: art donaldson x reader

warnings: angst, feelings of disappointment, hurt, etc. +

PART 2 of 12

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Art ran through the science building, tennis bag swinging from his back as he raced through students to get to you. Patrick was hot on his heels, shouting ‘where are you going?’ and ‘can you slow down?!’. 

Art did not slow down. Art kept running. 

He knew this was his last and final chance, that if he didn’t make it to this, he would lose you for good. He was still sweaty from a warm-up session with Tashi 10 minutes ago, his hat was practically falling off his head but he couldn’t have cared less. 

As he came to a halting stop outside the lab you were having an exam in, his heart dropped when he saw the lights off and the chairs empty. He checked the time, 2:48pm. Your exam finished at 2:30, right?

Art opened your texts and scrolled back to the text in which you had told him about the date of your final exam, asking him to pick you up at 2:00pm. 

“Fuck!” Art shouted, gaining many stares from the students around him. He quickly dialled your number (he had learnt it by heart) only to be met with an automated voice telling him that his number was blocked. “Fuck!” 

His tennis bag was swung to the floor and he sat against the wall, anger and shame eating at him. You had a match against Tashi and a final science lab today, and he was too busy with Tashi, helping her warm up when he should've been with you. 

“Hey, at least you’re off the hook,” Patrick patted him on the shoulder and Art blew up. 

“I don’t want to be off the hook! I want her to be angry with me, I want her to see me, to want to see me! I want her to fight with me, because that’s all we fucking do nowdays and it’s all my fucking fault! Once again, I ruined the best chance I’ve ever had with tennis!” He shouted, standing up tall in front of Patrick. “And yes, Patrick, I’m aware that you’re dating Tashi and that you think I’m jealous, well I’m fucking not! I just want my girlfriend to still want to be my girlfriend! My Y/n to still be my Y/n! So don’t come to me every fucking time Tashi pisses you off, telling me that ‘I can have her’ because I don’t fucking want her!”

Patrick sat there stunned. Art had never raised his voice at him.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go find my girlfriend,” Art said after gaining his composure once more, and starting to walk down the hall. 

“Ex-girlfriend!” Patrick shouted after him, rubbing salt in the wound. Art flipped him his middle finger, and set off to find you.

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Art didn’t find you before the match, but he was sitting beside an upset Patrick. 

You came out in your Nike tennis outfit, Tashi in her Adidas, and the match began. 

What ensued was real tennis. Tashi was talented, yes. But you, you were on fire. You beat Tashi Duncan. You actually beat Tashi Duncan. 

Art couldn’t have been more proud. Or worried. 

What if this actually was his last chance and he blew it on Tashi?

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He knocked on your dorm door with a bunch of lilies in his hand, your favourite. He had a whole plan, he would apologise, grovel, congratulate, then fuck you. Then, he’d spend all weekend with you and go into San Francisco for a city break. 

You opened the door wearing one of his sweaters, a sleepy, but upset look in your eyes. “What?”

“Can we talk?” He asked, a smile on his face at your beautiful and drowsy state. 

“Fine,” you rolled your eyes and stepped outside instead of letting him in. Odd. 

“I’m so sorry, I thought that the final ended at 2:30 and when I got there you were gone-”

“What time did you get there?” You asked, crossing your arms across your chest. 

“2:30?” he lied. 

“No you didn’t. I waited until 2:40 for you Art, fucking praying you would show up, don’t lie to me.”

Art sighed. “I’m sorry baby.”

“Look Art, I’m getting really tired of being second place to everyone, sorry- to Tashi, in your life so please just let me go,” you asked. “Now, I would really like to get back into my dorm.”

Art knew he had to fight for you. “Please, I wanted to make it up to you, I thought he could go to San-Fran this weekend, just you and me, no tennis, no distractions.”

“I have a match this weekend Art,” you rolled your eyes and Art sighed, realising he’d forgotten. “Y’know, the one you promised me you’d be at so you could meet my parents?”

“Yes of course, you know I’ll be there, I meant after we could go to San-Fran,” he smiled, his hands on your hips. 

“Don’t bother coming, we’re done,” you shoved his hands off your body and walked back to your door. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a very hot guy from my science class who would like to fuck me again, so I’ll see you around Arthur.”

You slammed the door in his face and his heart broke, he had lost you. 

He had made his choices, and lost all of his chances.

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PART 3: choices and meetings

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[rafmeow]

𐔌՞꜆.  ̫.꜀՞𐦯 You & Xavier adopt a bunny !

pairings : xavier x non-mc! reader

word count: 2.7k

summary : the non-mc (you) goes to the store and take the long way home to check out the weekly vendor booths and a booth selling animals catches her eye, leaving her to want to buy a animal that reminds her of a certain someone!

music : lily of the valley by daniel, foreverymoments by kim daniel, shower by yebit, and the flower garden by joe hisaishi.

In Linkon City, it was such a day, the sun lazily spilled through apartment windows and even the sky moved in slow motion, casting long shadows that weaved between the high-rise buildings.

Crowds of pedestrians strolling each walkway of the city, others stopping to browse each street vendors stall and checkout out what they are selling.You had just returned from the local grocery store, arms full of fresh ingredients and curated snacks that you knew Xavier liked, buying them even if he explicitly never asked for them.

Making your way back to the apartment complex with automatic doors that slid open with a soft hiss, as you were cautious with each step into the quiet and vacant hall.

You let out a small sigh of relief, adjusting the weight of the bags in your arms before carefully unlocking the door to your shared apartment. After setting the groceries down in the kitchen, you padded quietly toward the living room and peeked over the back of the couch.

Xavier barely stirred at the sound of the unlocking door and the hallway sensor’s gentle chime. He had passed out again, arms loosely crossed, his star-kissed eyes half-lidded and drowsy, whilst slightly slouched towards the arm rest of the couch.

A faint glow from the datapad beside him illuminated his relaxed features, the screen still open to his most recent completed mission logs and chiming. “You’re finally home,” he murmured, voice low and even, eyes still mostly closed.

You stepped closer to the couch.

“Did you fall asleep again?” you asked softly, already knowing the answer to the dumbest question you have asked.

“I was resting my eyes,” he replied, a familiar excuse you’d heard countless times.

You walked to the closest to grab a throw blanket before walking back over to him and throwing it over his legs, before glancing at the datapad beside him, still displaying the summary of his latest mission.

Reaching over, tapping the screen, to turn it off in order to keep the soft chime from looping again. Xavier didn’t react, but you knew he appreciated the small things you did even if he rarely said so out loud.

You looked down at him, amused. “You fell asleep in the middle of reviewing the logs.”

“I was multitasking,” he replied evenly. “Processing data and recharging..”

You let out a quiet laugh, shaking your head. “You always fall asleep when I’m not here.”

“It’s quieter without distractions,” he said, and then after a pause, added, “but less comfortable.”

That made your heart skip a little.

His voice hadn’t changed tone, but you knew what he meant.

“Well,” you said, draping the blanket a little higher over his legs, “you can sleep properly after dinner. I got ingredients to make something you’ll actually like this time.”

“I like everything you make.”

You raised a brow. “That’s rich coming from someone who thinks boiling water is a culinary achievement.”

“I never claimed to be a chef,” he replied calmly. “But I am a reliable taste tester.”

“You once asked if soy sauce could be used as soup.”

He blinked slowly, unbothered. “It smelled savory.”

You stared at him.

“It was a logical assumption,” he added, voice still flat, as if he hadn’t just admitted to the worst food crime imaginable.

You shook your head, turning back toward the kitchen. “You’re lucky you’re a pretty boy.”

“I’m lucky you’re patient,” he said.

You paused, glancing over your shoulder at him with a smile. “That too.”

He closed his eyes again, arms folded across his chest. “Wake me up when food’s ready. Or if the stove starts emitting unnatural sounds.”

You sighed fondly and muttered under your breath, “Which it will if you go anywhere near it.”

“I heard that.” You said as you looked back from the kitchen

“I hoped you would.”

You shook your head, turning back to the counter, starting to unpack the rest of the groceries, and finding its place in its cabinets. Only the sound of rustling bags and the low hum of the refrigerator filled the space. But then you paused, letting the sentence hang for a moment as you closed the fridge and leaned against the counter, watching him.

“I didn’t plan on stopping by the weekend market, but something about it pulled me in,” you continued, voice softer now. “The booth was tucked between a kettle corn stand and a table selling wind chimes. Easy to miss.”

Xavier didn’t speak, but you saw the subtle way his fingers shifted against the blanket—still listening.

You hesitated, glancing around the apartment.

It was warm, familiar, filled with shared routines and comforts… but sometimes, the silence sat a little too still.

You felt as if something was missing because the space of the apartment had started feeling empty.

“I saw this bunny,” you said at last, careful with your words.

“He was small. A creamy beige color, I think. He was in the back of his pen in a loaf like the world didn’t concern him. He was just… existing and not doing much, not wanting anything.”

You smiled faintly to yourself. “He looked so calm and unbothered. But when I stopped, he turned and looked right at me.”

At that, Xavier opened one eye, slow and deliberate. “Must be a coincidence,” he murmured.

“Maybe,” you said, “but it made me think.”

He blinked. “About what?”

You met his gaze. “About how quiet it is here sometimes. Not in a bad way, but just… quiet. Don’t get me wrong It’s nice, but I think it could be even nicer.”

Xavier didn’t respond right away. The datapad chimed again beside him before he finally spoke.

“And you think a bunny will fix that?”

“I think he might make it feel more alive,” you replied. “Just a little.”

There was a long pause.

“Do you want it?”

You nodded once. “I think I do.”

Xavier let his head fall back against the couch cushion, eyes closing again. “Then we’ll go pay the vendor a visit.”

You smiled, quietly touched by how easy he made it sound.

“I thought you’d need more convincing,” you teased.

“I don’t see a reason to argue,” he said simply, his voice low and even. “You want him. That’s reason enough.”

You tilted your head, watching him. “You’re being suspiciously agreeable.”

Xavier cracked one eye open again. “He’s a bunny, not a threat.”

You laughed under your breath. “Just wait until he starts sitting on your side of the couch.”

“I’ll move.”

“And stealing your spot in my lap.”

His eye stayed open a moment longer. “I’ll reclaim it.”

You raised a brow, amused. “So you are a little territorial.”

“I prefer ‘strategic.’”

You crossed the room, crouching beside him to smooth out the throw blanket across his legs.

“You’re lucky it’s small. You can probably stare it into submission.”

“I don’t lose staring contests,” Xavier replied, deadpan.

“Oh no,” you said with mock solemnity. “He’s doomed.”

He didn’t answer, but there was the smallest upward twitch at the corner of his mouth—barely a smile, but it was there. You leaned forward and brushed your lips against his temple, letting the moment settle between you both.

“I’ll take you tomorrow,” he said softly. “Before the booth closes.”

You pulled back enough to meet his eyes. “Thank you.”

His hand found yours beneath the blanket, fingers curling loosely around your wrist in his usual quiet way. “Just don’t forget who was here first.”

You grinned. “You’re seriously getting jealous of a bunny?”

“I’m not jealous,” he replied, eyes closing again. “I’m observant.”

You shook your head, resting your cheek against the edge of the couch.

“Sure. Observant,” you whispered, already picturing the inevitable standoff between Xavier and a round, loaf-shaped rabbit—silent, stubborn, and just as possessive of your attention.

Tomorrow was going to be interesting.

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The next day nearing towards it being the afternoon, the two of you walked side by side through the heart of the street market. It was busier than yesterday, so there was more voices chattering, and more vibrant colors were everywhere.

Xavier kept a slow pace beside you, holding your hand. His gaze shifted quietly from stall to stall, taking in the sights without a word, but never straying far from your side.

You tried to keep your expression neutral, but doubt tugged at the edge of your thoughts. You hadn’t called ahead. Hadn’t asked the vendor to hold the bunny.

‘Maybe it had been a one-day setup?’

‘What if someone else had seen the same calm little bunny and taken him home?’

You thought to yourself, as Xavier felt the doubt he had squeezed your hand two times to signal to you it will be okay.

You reached the end of the row of booths, weaving past a stand selling woven scarves and another stacked high with steamed buns, your eyes found the familiar striped canopy.

And there he was. He was still there !

Still resting in a loaf at the corner of his pen—ears drooping gently, eyes half-lidded, entirely unbothered by the world around him.

Your heart eased, as you squeezed Xavier’s hand.

“He’s still here,” you murmured excitedly.

Xavier followed your gaze. “Of course he is,” he said quietly.

“He was waiting for his savior.”

You tugged gently on Xavier’s hand and stepped closer to the booth. The vendor gave a polite nod in recognition but didn’t interrupt, sensing your attention was already elsewhere.

The bunny hadn’t moved much since you first saw him.

He curled up near the corner of the pen, nestled into a shallow bed of straw. His fur was slightly tousled, and his relaxed posture made him look like he might melt into the floor. As you crouched beside the pen again, his half-lidded eyes flickered lazily in your direction.

“He’s exactly the same,” you whispered.

“Still acting like the universe has no hold on him.”

Xavier knelt beside you without a word, observing in silence.

His head tilted slightly.

The bunny stared back at him—expressionless. Unmoving.

A few minutes has passed.

Then another, as you glanced between them.

“…Are you two having a moment?” you asked.

“No,” Xavier replied, still watching the rabbit. “He’s evaluating me.”

You tried not to laugh. “And?”

“He hasn’t decided yet.”

You reached into the pen slowly, palm up.

The bunny blinked—once—then shuffled forward with no urgency, placing his chin in your hand just like yesterday. You could feel the warmth of him, soft fur and quiet trust.

Xavier remained still, his expression unreadable. But when the bunny flopped dramatically onto his side against your palm, all comfort and laziness and claimed space, Xavier spoke again.

“He’s forward.”

You raised a brow. “Jealous?”

“I don’t get jealous of small mammals.”

You grinned. “So… you’re saying it would be different if he were taller.”

Xavier looked at you out of the corner of his eye. “You’re enjoying this.”

“A little.”

The vendor finally stepped forward, clipboard in hand.

“He seems to like you. He’s been picky with people, but he went right to you yesterday.”

“He seems pretty set on staying calm,” you said, stroking behind the bunny’s ear. “He’d be okay in a quiet place?”

The vendor nodded. “He’s easy. Not much fuss. Eats well, sleeps most of the day, barely makes noise.”

You felt Xavier shift beside you. “You’re describing me.”

The vendor blinked. “Oh.”

You laughed quietly. “I think that’s why I liked him so much.”

Xavier said nothing, but when you looked back at him, he was still staring at the bunny—this time with a subtle squint. Not hostile. Not annoyed. Just… processing.

Possibly even assessing whether or not this tiny creature could become a legitimate rival.

You nudged him gently with your shoulder. “Xavie? You good?”

“I’m fine,” he replied.

there was yet another long pause. “He can stay.”

You turned back to the vendor, smiling. “We’ll take him.”

As the paperwork was filled and a soft travel crate prepared, you carefully picked up the bunny, tucking him against your chest. He didn’t squirm, protest, and all he has done is simply just blinked slowly at Xavier like he’d already claimed his spot.

Xavier looked down at him, then at you.

“He’s going to follow you everywhere,” he murmured.

You smiled, brushing your hand through the bunny’s fur. “Maybe he’ll follow you, too.”

Xavier met the bunny’s gaze. “We’ll see.”

The trip home was quiet. The bunny sat calmly in your lap the entire time, paws tucked under, eyes half-shut like he was already settling in. Xavier glanced over more than once, gaze unreadable, but he didn’t say a word.

Back at the apartment, the bunny explored briefly—sniffed the rug, ignored the couch, and eventually flopped beside the window like he owned the place.

You sat beside him on the floor, gently stroking his back. Xavier leaned against the doorway, arms folded.

“He’s not very affectionate,” Xavier noted.

“He’s subtle,” you said. “Like someone else I know.”

A pause.

Then, softly, “I’m more affectionate than that bunny.”

You looked up, smiling. “Prove it.”

Xavier crossed the room, dropped down beside you, and without a word, rested his head on your shoulder. His hand found yours, fingers slipping between with practiced ease. The bunny blinked at him, unimpressed.

“He’s judging me,” Xavier muttered.

“He’s just trying to figure out his place.”

Xavier’s voice was low. “He already took mine.”

You leaned your head against his. “No one could.”

A long pause, filled with soft breathing and the quiet hum of the apartment.

The bunny shuffled closer, pressing up against your leg.

Xavier stared. “This is war.”

You laughed. “It’s home.”

And for a while, no one said anything else. The apartment wasn’t so quiet anymore. It was calm—peaceful, but full. Alive in a new way.

Which was just right.

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Blazed Affection

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a/n: This concept was requested, but i’ll keep her anonymous;) Hope you like it <3 If you guys are uncomfortable with non-con please let me know, I wanna make sure everyone enjoys:) Also i don’t think i’m good a writing soft dom stuff LMAO MEN AND MINORS DNI

content: non-con, smoking weed, fingering (r!receiving), talking you through it, softdom!ellie, subby!reader, intox. Lmk if i missed anything!

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Ellie leaned against the porch railing, a thick blunt nestled between her lips, her gaze fixed on the night sky. Bathed in moonlight, she possessed a captivating allure. You watched, mesmerized, as she inhaled deeply, a blush creeping up your neck as you observed the way her lips enveloped the blunt. She glanced at you as she exhaled a plume of smoke.

"Can I try that?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper, eyes full of curiosity. Ellie had always been firm about keeping her drug use separate from you.

"No," she stated flatly. Your face fell, a pout forming on your lips. You yearned for just one taste, one experience.

"But you do it all the time," you murmured, your lip trembling slightly.

"It's not exactly good for you, lily-bug," Ellie replied, her gaze softening as she took in your expression. Your pleading eyes and full lips, so close to hers, made it difficult to refuse.

"Please," you whispered, your voice laced with longing. Ellie sighed, then took your hand and led you to the small chair beside the porch steps. She sat and gently pulled you onto her lap.

A blush warmed your cheeks as you settled into her embrace, your face inches from hers. The proximity sent a shiver down your spine.

Ellie explained that this would be a one-time thing, just to satisfy your curiosity. But you couldn't touch the blunt; she didn't want your pretty hands smelling of weed.

Taking a long drag, Ellie inhaled deeply. "Open," she instructed. You parted your lips obediently. She leaned closer, and for a moment, you thought she might kiss you. Instead, she exhaled the smoke into your mouth.

The urge to cough was overwhelming, but you suppressed it. "Suck it in," Ellie said. You obeyed, but the burning sensation in your throat forced a cough. Ellie grinned. "That's what some good old state-side does to you, pretty girl." You frowned.

"How come you don't cough?" you asked.

"Because I've been smoking for a while now," she replied. Despite the stinging in your throat, you craved another try, and Ellie seemed to know it.

With each drag, Ellie blew the smoke into your mouth, patiently teaching you how to inhale properly. You watched, giggling, as she blew smoke rings that dissipated in the air between you.

Soon, a wave of drowsiness washed over you. Your eyelids felt heavy, and a desire to lie down consumed you. "I'm tired," you mumbled against Ellie. She pulled you closer, kissing your forehead. "No, baby, you're just high," she chuckled softly.

You ignored her, trying to comprehend the strange sensations coursing through your body. Your head felt heavy, but a warmth bloomed between your thighs, an ache building within you.

Hearing your soft whimper, Ellie understood. She shifted you so your back rested against her chest, her knees parting your legs. She lifted your oversized t-shirt.

Ellie shifted you so your back rested against her chest, her knees parting your legs. She lifted your oversized t-shirt, her warm breath ghosting over your skin.

"Ellie..." you whimpered, your head lolling against her shoulder, too intoxicated to fully grasp what was happening. Yet, a sense of security enveloped you; you were safe in Ellie's care.

"I know, baby, I know," she murmured, kissing your temple. "I'm gonna take care of you, don't worry," she whispered, her voice a low rumble against your ear. She pulled your panties aside, the cool night air a stark contrast against your heated core. The sensation sent a shiver through you, a moan escaping your lips.

You felt Ellie's hand slide down your stomach, her fingers tracing the curve of your hip before dipping lower, settling between your folds. A soft curse escaped her lips as she registered your wetness.

"Oh, fuck... guess this pussy likes weed," she muttered to herself, her voice thick with desire. Two fingers slipped inside you, a slick sound echoing in the quiet night. The feeling was intense, heightened by the haze of the high.

Ellie curled her fingers, exploring your depths, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. Too high to process the sensations fully, you simply reveled in the pleasure. "You like this, hm?" she asked, her voice a low murmur against your ear. You tried to nod, but your head only lolled to the side.

"Gonna make this pretty pussy cum," she murmured, kissing your forehead. You smiled lazily, a warmth spreading through your lower belly. "You wanna cum?" Ellie asked, and you whimpered in response, the word lost somewhere between a plea and a sigh.

"Sound so good, princess." Her fingers moved faster within you, a rhythmic pulse that sent waves of pleasure crashing through you.

"No matter how many times I finger this cunt, she always stays so tight," you heard her mumble, a soft giggle escaping her lips. She hit a spot deep inside you, and a cry tore from your throat, your back arching, hips bucking against her hand.

"E-Ellie!" you gasped, convinced you'd climaxed, but the tension remained, coiled tight within you. Every sensation felt amplified, the world reduced to the feeling of her fingers inside you.

"Just relax, I got you... I know everything feels different right now," she reassured, her voice a soothing balm against the storm raging within you. You grasped her hand, the one relentlessly pleasuring you, hiccuping between breaths as tears welled in your eyes.

The wet sounds grew louder, slick and rhythmic, as she continued her ministrations. Ellie brought her other hand around, her thumb brushing against your clit, sending sparks of electricity through your body. Your thighs trembled, whimpers spilling from your lips, each one a testament to the pleasure consuming you.

"Keep your legs open for me, baby," she commanded, her tone sending shivers down your spine. The slight pressure of her knees against your inner thighs was almost unbearable, adding another layer to the swirling vortex of sensation.

"I-c-can't," you stammered, your muscles clenching involuntarily.

"Yes, you can," she murmured, her fingers thrusting deeper, stretching you, filling you. You could almost feel her inside your stomach, a strange and impossible sensation that sent your head spinning. Your eyes rolled back, your body teetering on the edge.

The pressure built, intensifying with each stroke of her fingers, each flick of her thumb against your swollen clit. And then, with a final, shuddering gasp, you came undone, waves of pleasure washing over you, your body convulsing around her hand. You cried out Ellie's name, the sound muffled against her shoulder.

"Mhm, yeah, just like that, baby. Good girl," she whispered, her voice thick with satisfaction. She continued to stroke your clit, sending aftershocks through your still-trembling body. Your hips jerked in response, each spasm a lingering echo of the intense orgasm. Exhaustion finally claimed you, and you drifted off to sleep in her lap, the lingering warmth of her touch a comforting presence against your skin.

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[anakinstwinklebunny]

HI HELLO scooter barringer anon here

i meant just regular scott 😭 imbjust bad at typing

Author's note: it's okay Nonnie 😭😭 although I didn't feel like writing smut headcanons cause we need more pureness and fluffiness in our life 🙂‍↕️

SCOTT BARRINGER who's the definition of tortured golden boy. On the outside, he’s that easily cool, confident guy, but underneath, he’s filled with guilt and self-doubt. He hides behind charm and a cocky grin, but his heart? Oh, it’s soft and aching for someone to truly see and love him.

SCOTT BARRINGER who is the kind of guy to tease you endlessly but gets adorably flustered the moment you actually flirt back.

SCOTT BARRINGER who falls hard and fast, even if he’s scared to admit it. He always tries to keep some walls up, but one soft look from you? They’re crumbling faster than he can stop it. He'd also the one to often checks your social media, hoping to see more photos of your pretty face without filters

SCOTT BARRINGER who worships you in his own way--fixing your things when you ask so nicely, remembering the little things you say in passing, and showing up when you need him most, even if it’s 3 a.m.

SCOTT BARRINGER who's not really great with words, but his actions scream «I love you». Like when he lingers a second longer after kissing your forehead or when he pulls you closer in his sleep, mumbling your name in this drowsy tone. Holding your hand whenever you walk beside him

SCOTT BARRINGER who's love language is music

SCOTT BARRINGER who has a playlist for every mood, and whether he admits it or not, you’re the inspiration behind most of his song choices.

SCOTT BARRINGER who would play guitar for you, but only when he’s feeling like doing that (ofc). Mostly at night and mostly the songs are your favorite

SCOTT BARRINGER who's struggling sometimes with feeling like he’s enough for you. He’s terrified his mistakes will scare you away, but he tries so damn hard to be better for you every damn day.

SCOTT BARRINGER who, when he’s upset, retracts, but the second you're by his side, trying to actually cheer him on/help him, he’s immediately letting you hold him while he mumbles what's sitting on his chest or sometimes just being quiet while you run your fingers through his hair or press kisses to his entire face

SCOTT BARRINGER who loves holding your face when he kisses you, thumbs brushing over your cheekbones as his lips move slowly, devastatingly

SCOTT BARRINGER who's surprisingly good at cooking/making breakfast. You’ll wake up to him in the kitchen, in his shirt, making pancakes with music playing softly in the background. He'd even let you feed him off your fork, if you're lucky this day

SCOTT BARRINGER who loves cuddles (secretly). He’ll pretend he’s too cool for it, that it's not really for him but the way he pulls you into his chest at night when he thinks you're asleep says otherwise.

SCOTT BARRINGER who also loves when you play with his short hair

SCOTT BARRINGER who's protective to a fault. Anyone so much as looks at you wrong, and Scott’s stepping in, jaw tight and voice sharp, serious. «You have any problem?»

SCOTT BARRINGER who is all about love that’s soft, messy, and achingly real :((

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[starryeyedwolves]

Put Your Head On My Shoulder

It had been one of those days.

Classes were long, the rain hadn’t let up once, and Sirius had nearly started a duel in the corridor with Snape before McGonagall yanked him away by the ear. Remus hadn’t even looked at his Ancient Runes homework yet, and James spent dinner badgering Lily about “the symbolism of shared gravy boats” while Peter nearly choked from laughter.

By the time they made it back to Gryffindor Tower, everyone was wrung out.

“I’m telling you,” James said dramatically, flopping into the armchair nearest the fire, “one more rainy day like this and I’m quitting school. I’ll just become a broom mechanic. Fly around the world. Live free.”

“Great,” Sirius muttered, digging in the cushion cracks for a Chocolate Frog he’d dropped. “I’ll come with you. You can sweep, and I’ll charm the frogs to come back when they try to escape.”

“You’d be awful at that,” Peter said through a yawn. “You’d just eat them all.”

James grinned. “Remus, want to come run our traveling broom circus?”

“No,” Remus said flatly from the couch, book open on his lap. “I’d like to graduate, actually.”

“And then what?” Sirius challenged, tossing himself dramatically down beside him. “Become a librarian? Live in a tower? Grow old surrounded by books and dust and—”

“Peace?” Remus offered.

James groaned and stood. “You lot are no fun tonight. I’m going to bed before I’m tempted to start revising.”

Peter trailed after him, yawning again. “Night, Moony. Night, Pads.”

“Night,” Sirius called, waving a hand without looking.

They were gone a moment later, the dormitory door clicking shut behind them. And just like that, the common room was quiet.

Sirius slouched further down beside Remus, his arm bumping his. “They’re gone.”

“I noticed.”

There was a beat. The fire crackled.

“You know,” Sirius said, voice a little lighter, “this is probably the first moment we’ve been alone in weeks.”

Remus glanced at him. “That’s probably for the safety of the student body.”

Sirius gave him a grin, sharp and fond all at once. “They’re lucky, really. So much untapped charm, going to waste.”

Remus didn’t answer right away. He just turned another page, even though he wasn’t reading. Not anymore.

Sirius was too close now. Not in a bad way. Just… close enough that Remus could smell him—woodsmoke, broom polish, something sweet he’d probably nicked from the kitchens. His knee pressed against Remus’. His shoulder was warm.

He’d leaned over at some point—half-dramatic, half-drowsy—and hadn’t sat back up.

Now, his head rested on Remus’ shoulder, hair a soft mess of dark strands tickling Remus’ neck. One arm was curled between them, the other dangling loosely off the sofa’s edge. He was breathing evenly, his mouth slightly open, lips parted just enough to stir a wisp of Remus’ sleeve with each breath.

Remus didn’t move.

He’d stopped pretending to read ten minutes ago. Stopped thinking about exams, or full moons, or whether James had noticed anything. Right now, he was only thinking about how still Sirius was. How peaceful. And how close.

He let his gaze flicker to Sirius’ face, now relaxed in sleep. The sharpness was gone—none of the teasing glint or the carefully crafted mischief he wore during the day. Just Sirius, unguarded.

Remus wanted to memorize it. Burn it into his mind.

He knew this was dangerous. Not dangerous like detention, or Filch, or even the next moon. Worse. This was heart-dangerous. The kind of danger he didn’t know how to fix with a well-placed charm or clever lie.

Sirius shifted slightly, the movement gentle but enough to make Remus hold his breath.

Then Sirius blinked. Once. Twice.

“Oh,” he murmured, voice thick with sleep. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep on your shoulder…”

Remus swallowed, unsure if he should speak, laugh, or vanish into the sofa.

Sirius blinked again, this time looking up at him with the beginnings of a sleepy grin.

“…but now I don’t want to move.”

Remus let out a breathless laugh, surprised at how relieved he sounded.

“That’s fine,” he said softly. “You can stay.”

“You’re surprisingly good at this,” Sirius mumbled, resettling his head more deliberately against Remus’ shoulder. “Like a pillow, but... smarter.”

Remus smiled faintly. “I’ll add it to my CV.”

They fell into a quiet, companionable silence. The fire had shrunk to embers, casting the room in soft gold and long shadows. Somewhere upstairs, the faint creak of a dormitory bed shifted, but the tower was still.

“You don’t sleep much,” Remus said quietly.

Sirius didn’t answer right away. When he did, his voice was low.

“Sometimes I don’t want to. I think too much.”

Remus hesitated, then shifted his arm just slightly so it was behind Sirius’s back. Not quite a hug—but not nothing, either.

“You don’t have to think right now.”

Sirius was quiet again. Then he said, almost too softly:

“Being near you… makes it easier.”

Remus’ heart skipped. “Easier?”

“To just be quiet,” Sirius whispered. “I’m not good at quiet. But when I’m around you, I don’t feel like I have to fill the air.”

Remus didn’t know what to say to that. It was too big, too honest, and it made something ache in his chest. He rested his chin lightly against the top of Sirius’ head.

“I like when you’re quiet,” he said. “And I like when you’re not. Either way… it’s you.”

Sirius didn’t speak. He just shifted again, leaning closer, his breath ghosting against Remus’ collarbone.

“Sometimes,” he murmured, “I wish this wasn’t just one night. Just the two of us here.”

Remus held his breath. “It doesn’t have to be.”

Sirius stilled, then slowly pulled back just enough to look up at Remus. His eyes—stormy grey and a little uncertain—searched his face.

“You mean that?”

Remus nodded. “I’m tired of pretending I don’t.”

For a second, they just stared at each other.

And then, slowly—like the moment had been waiting for them—Sirius leaned in.

Their lips met in a kiss that was soft and unsure and nothing like the firework stories people told. It wasn’t loud or dramatic or perfect.

But it was real.

It was Remus closing his eyes because it felt too much.

It was Sirius’ fingers curling lightly against Remus’ shirt.

When they pulled back, it wasn’t awkward. It wasn’t even scary.

It was calm.

Sirius let out a breath. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”

“I know,” Remus said. “Me too.”

There was a smile behind Sirius’ eyes now. The good kind. The kind that didn’t need armor.

“You think James knows?”

Remus snorted. “James probably had bets placed on when it would happen.”

“Smart bastard.”

They stayed like that a while longer, curled against each other on the couch, the fire dimming but their hearts quietly bright.

Eventually, Sirius yawned, tucked his head against Remus’ neck again, and let himself drift.

And this time, Remus didn’t just sit still.

He held him.

[ellsbclls]

Can I request something with Vi? Maybe like dating headcanons, or maybe where Vi and reader got separated after the council incident that happened but reunite after vi came a pit fighter, and once they see each other again talk a bit before making out

thank you thank you thank you thank you, angel 🥹 i had the absolute hardest time trying to choose which prompt to do, so for the time being i'm gonna word vomit about how good of a girlfriend vi would be, and then i'll work up the courage to execute such a fun and cool scenario!

𖨂 DATING VI HEADCANONS;

  ⟢ vi has always been lead by her heart and so, when she finds someone who embraces it — not for what it can be but for what it is — she lays her weapons down

  ⟢ during her shifts, she'll squirrel away at little souvenirs to bring home to you. it's not enough to just tell you about it, she needs to veil your mirror with a string of noxian banners, the emblem scratched away and embroidered with lily-shaped bolts and acrylic wire. she needs you to know that you're the first thing that comes to her mind when she sees something so tender in the face of violence. by the end of the week, your vanity is overflowing with so many little trinkets that its barely useful anymore, save for her gifts and the exhibition of them. and yet, when she slips the vein of a curling leaf into the palm of your hand, you find a sliver of space for it to live and stretch in front of the face of the mirror, listening intently while she explains how it marked the beginning of another fall with you.

  ⟢ when she finds herself close enough to you, she always tucks her head into the soft of your jaw. and not even in search of a kiss, or at the expense of her teeth. she just breathes you in, where your heartbeat lives, and rocks you back and forth, matching her rhythm the the flighty rate of it.

  ⟢ she hates to bother you with her gauze, and her dressing never cease to bother you. with how often she uses her hands, its inevitable that they will unravel, they'll tear and crease by the end of the day, but god forbid she asks you to help her. no, it won't be until you walk in on her in the bathroom, and she freezes in time — her canines snagging at the tail of a bandage roll while her other arm angles so precariously that it's almost comical. "i've got this," the words are so mangled between her teeth that you choose to ignore them. "i'm sure you do, but humor me." when you take the mantle, she can't help but notice how strong your hands are, how steady, like you're performing surgery. and in a way, you are, putting her back together the only way you know how — carefully.

  ⟢ despite her hands and how heavy they are, she touches you gently. near hesitant. her fingers sweep at the bottom of your eye when you’re drowsy, or tug at the corner of your mouth until it’s nothing but a cheesy half smile, clumsily obvious in her efforts to simply be near you. she’ll say “eyes up here, mister” when she notices how sleazy she’s making you look, but then blush into a blister when you do obey, flashing a pretty pair of doe eyes back at her, your sleazy smirk erupting into something saccharine and beguiled. she barely notices how easily you melt into her touches. so accustomed to drawing blood, to digging into the heel of her palm and restraining, that she feels giddy and drunk with the prospect of holding you and knowing you won’t falter.

  ⟢ she's also a little gross

  ⟢ well, a lot gross, actually. she’ll clean her runny nose with the bottom of her shirt, or dig it into the scruffy pink heat of her armpit and stop, letting the scent hit her tastebuds before she, without fail, shrugs it off. and whenever you catch her in the midst of doing something so gross, she’ll freeze and maintain an eerily impressive sort of eye contact with you, knowing full well that you’ll break eye contact with her before she has a chance to feel ashamed by her actions. it’s the price of growing up with brothers (+ jinx) and never paying for it.

  ⟢ in her restless hours, when you and your body lay half-hazed and dreamy, tucked into the throws and comforts of your bed, perfumed by the drowsy memory of a shower and toasted rice, she comes and crawls into the open spaces you’ve left. for her. to map out and nestle into from above the covers. when she finally finds you, as if you’re not impossibly intertwined already, she needles her arms around your back. nevermind how useless they become in the morning when the prick and pin of morning emerges. who cares? for just one selfish moment it’s just the two of you, cast to an island of quilted sands and dreams.

  ⟢ she also has a hard time saying no to you. the words come out, sure, but the actions never quite line up.

  ⟢ like one instance, early into the post-war rehabilitation efforts. most of piltover had been ravaged, a shiny metropolis brought to pieces — ivory rubble and the singing of distant songs. remarkably, the only remaining piece of infrastructure was the bridge to zaun. its made it easier for the relief efforts to come, and in droves they come — filling empty stomachs, arms aplenty with gauze and vodka, ornamenting what’s left of piltover with remnants of a zaun left unspoken for, whispers of something new and whole. and yet the only thing she hears is the hum of your voice, a gentle echo — "do you think the fish shop is still open?"

  ⟢ for you, it's simple, but to her the request is haunting. she hadn't the heart to tell you that, of the many things that zaun could not preserve, the fish shop was the first to go, and she had spent the remaining weeks finding ways to break it to you. but all fell short in comparison to just doing something about it, even if that something meant tracking the limescaled chef to the heart of zaun and requesting your order a la carte, her heavy gauntlet punctuating the request through the hardwood of his makeshift home.

[sunflw3rbouquet]

100 days, time flies

lads love interests x male reader

note: each section around 200 words, kissing them, lwk platonic xavier?, sylus is taller than reader, caleb’s is kind of a flashback, ooc for everyone but zayne and possibly caleb i fear! tw: n/a!

…sun✰ hit 100 days today so i thought i would write smth for all the li’s

xavier shinunoga e-wa-fujii kaze

a card and a bouquet rested on y/n’s desk. he saw it the second he walked into the UNICORN’s headquarters, a smile gracing his lips. he looked around, trying to find his someone in the office, only to be met with nothing. sitting down at the desk, y/n smiled happily as he opened the envelope, being as careful as he could so the wax seal didn’t break.

dear y/n,

congrats on 100 days at the headquarters. you’re a very good partner, and you make my days much more interesting.

please stay safe. i don’t like it when you get hurt.

xavier.

the letter was a soft purple, the scent of lavender gracing his nose. did xavier put the paper by his lavender oil? his eyes switched over to the bouquet, white specks of light glimmering around the flowers. lily of the valley, the flower y/n always said looked like xavier.

”do you like it?” a voice asked, y/n turning around to meet xavier’s timid gaze. the smile on y/n’s lips grew brighter, stretching until his teeth were exposed.

”i love it, xavier. come here.” y/n spoke, xavier quickly walking forward to envelop the recently standing y/n in a tight hug. he pet y/n’s hair, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek, a small grin greeting his face as he heard y/n’s soft giggles.

i love it. that was the same as an i love you, right?

zayne 感受她-kun

light peaked through the curtains, a cold, winter morning greeting the world with its calming presence. the scent of coffee filled the apartment as zayne shuffled in the kitchen, the sleep barely rubbed from his eyes before he left to go fill his cup with the drink. his feet slid against the hardwood floors, the feeling sending a cold rush up his spine. the clock on the wall read 5:37, the city still waking from its slumber.

as zayne returned to the bedroom, he saw y/n stirring in the bed, his eyes fluttering. zayne joined him at the side of the bed, his eyes glancing over his boyfriend’s form, the softest smile gracing his face.

“zayne?” y/n asked softly, eyes blinking awake as his drowsiness faded. instead of responding zayne moved closer, leaning over the man to put his coffee down on the side table. he reached to take y/n’s hand into his grasp, fingers rubbing the skin gently. y/n let out a soft sigh, smile gracing his lips as he relaxed into the touch.

the world seem to slow down as zayne sat with y/n, eventually joining the man again under the covers as he sipped his coffee, allowing the morning to come at him slowly.

“happy 100 days, dear.” he whispered, y/n lazily looking up to place a kiss to zayne’s lips, zayne happily accepting the affection with a smile.

rafayel still with you-jungkook

the waves crashed against the shore, the sun about to sink under and join the water. rafayel’s hand was clasped with y/n’s, swinging his arms back and forth. their feet touched the sand, water wading back up and down as it reached the shore and retreated back to its home.

”finally, we’re both free to go on a walk again.” rafayel spoke, a smile on his lips as he turned to y/n, face illuminated by the setting sun. y/n nodded, his head leaning to rest on his boyfriend’s shoulder, the cotton in his dress shirt smooth against his cheek. 

“i’ve missed you, fish.” y/n spoke, his hand squeezing rafayel’s tightly. the man responded with a loud giggle, his eyes glimmering as he stopped, free hand going to wrap around y/n’s waist.

”i’ve missed you too.” rafayel looked into y/n’s eyes, trying to understand every thought and emotion up in his mind. “you’re too busy, it’s not fair.” he stopped for a moment, taking in a deep breath. i’m happy we could spend these 100 days together.” he continued, allowing y/n to rub his hair like he was a cat. no words needed to be said as rafayel connected their lips, the setting sun warming their bodies as it set on their special day.

sylus the walls-chase atlantic

clinking glasses full of expensive wines and the loud chatter of party guests fill the event hall. sylus’s hand grazes y/n’s hip, a soft smile on his lips as he takes a sip from his own glass, listening to someone important talking about something irrelevant that y/n didn’t care about. sylus’ voice was calm and deep, his persona fitting perfectly with his black suit and burgundy tie.

”sylus, would you like to go outside?” y/n asked, his pleading gaze meeting sylus’. sylus sighed, excusing himself from the conversation with a smile. his hand shifted from y/n’s waist to hold his hand, their shoulders brushing against each other as they exited to the balcony.

y/n stared at sylus, the lights of faraway linkon city illuminating his side profile, highlighting his beauty. “i feel like i haven’t gotten to talk to you a lot today, even though it’s our special day.” y/n spoke, a pout beginning to form on his lips as sylus shifted his gaze to look at y/n.

”i’m sorry, sweetie. today was supposed to be about you and me, but i ended up having to work.” he sighed, squeezing y/n’s hand. “i love you. these last 100 days have been amazing.” sylus was a smooth talker, and y/n took this as an apology in a minute. he scooted himself closer to sylus, leaning into the man with a smile. 

“i guess i forgive you.” y/n said, sylus leaning down to press a kiss to y/n’s lips, sealing their love. and like always, y/n didn’t resist.

caleb apocalypse-cigarettes after sex

boxes filled up caleb’s new house. maybe a better word was apartment, as caleb’s recruit housing was extremely small. it was still home, however, and y/n was happy to be there with caleb.

”did you see the tv remote anywhere? the new episode of the show we’re watching is out!” y/n yelled, caleb exiting the bathroom with a towel covering his wet hair, sweatshirt and sweatpants clinging to his body. he stared at y/n displeased, a small frown on his lips.

“i thought you were here to help me unpack. you can’t just come here and steal my tv.” caleb sternly answered, y/n sighing, flopping against the couch.

”caleb- please!” y/n begged, caleb sighing as he joined him on the couch. his hand went to wrap around y/n’s shoulders, leaning in to whisper in his ear.

”i guess.” he started, pulling away. “i mean, you’ll have to dig through all the boxes. i don’t even know if i have a remote anymore.” y/n stared back at him, ignoring the heat starting to bloom on his cheeks as he tried to understand what was going on in caleb’s mind. caleb leaned forward, pressing a soft and quick kiss onto hi lips. y/n paused for a second in shock, his vision then getting cut off as the towel that was on caleb’s head now covering y/n’s face.

”caleb!” y/n yelled, standing up as he heard caleb run away. he pulled the towel off of his head, running into the hallway after caleb, a bright smile gracing his lips.

ty for being patient!! im back now yay 1257 words 100 days of you, and i couldn’t be happier!

[somegirlontheinternet135]

I didn't expect a post about a dating sim x click & point adventure game with The Beasts to be this popular but. . .

*random gestures*

So here you go, some thoughts & features that could be added to this weird fangame I conjured up!

(tw: long)

~General~

The world that the player teleported into heavily mirrors the land of beast yeast, complete with each of the landmarks which the beasts resign in. One exception however is at the center of this mysterious land is a forest of silver trees, which surround a strange alter of six stone standing pads, five little stones around a much larger stone in the middle (wonder what that's about?)

Somewhere amidst the silver woods is a mysterious grove, a grove filled with lilies. If adventurous enough, the player can explore the grove, but be warned, for not only do the scent of lilies cause drowsiness and the possibility of passing out, but lilies aren't the only thing that the land houses. The grove is peerless maze, so the player must enter with caution

The story length will be similar to how Obey Me is set up (divided into different chapters) with the first three to four chapters introducing the Beasts

There's no "canonical" choice of who'll you'll end up with, that's entirely up to the player. Another choice the player will have is whether the relationships can be platonic or romantic

Although many MCs are mostly left blank slates, I want the player in the sort of grey area between having an actual personality but leaving details vague enough to leave people guessing. Think the MC from "Obey Me" crossed with Yuu from "Twisted Wonderland" And you know many MCs are often nice and kind-hearted, well sorta throw that out the window bc we're doing something special(snarky, sarcastic, brutality honest, and filled with trust issues)

There's only snippets of what the player physically looks like(trust me, this'll be important later)

It's also important that the player has zero memory of entering the world they were basically isekaed into, something which the beasts learn one way or another. . .

The player will receive several petnames from the beasts, ranging from simple ones like "dear" or "sweetheart," to petnames relating to mice and other rodents(ie: "Little Mouse," "Pika," even "Pipsqueak")

In the game, the day-night cycle plays a big role in the gameplay. You'll be allowed to roam and explore as much as you want, but at night, you're given the choice of whether you should go to bed or keep exploring. If the player chooses to continue exploring, they'll be met with an energy meter, which increases when you sleep and decreases when you don't. With a full bar, the player can explore a total of five times, and once that meter runs out, they get too exhausted and fall asleep

Now would be a good time to mention the player's different bedrooms. They rotate based on the location, but they're meant to be a sort of safe space for the player, it's also the area where they pick up an important item: A journal

The journal functions very similarly to a scribble board and an actual notebook but serves one purpose, to allow the player to take notes on certain puzzles. Different puzzles are scattered across the landmarks, some are extremely difficult and require one to jot notes

I also like to think the player would receive a variety of tools during their journey and will each be essential. Which would lead the player to carry a bag to hold said items

For the purpose of the story, the player is able to respawn if they die. Remember the alter in the silver tree forest, they wake up there like nothing happened, although they do still retain the memories of said death

The player will engage in several minigames, the most common of them being a cooking style game where you prepare meals and ones where your using certain tools. Whilst the click & point portion consists of the player exploring the different areas & interacting with their surroundings

As a bonus, the player is gifted different outfits from the beasts, each one corresponding to the beast, their interests, and their theme

~Shadow Milk~

In the many eyes of Shadow Milk, the player is the only cookie he's seen in a while, so it's obvious he'd want them to be his audience, if you ever so chose to be. They get the option of asking more & trying to convince him on letting them have a turn in performing, which he'll have different reactions to

*You're reading the scripts of one of Shadow Milk's plays, in awe at the material. You compliment his work, making him all the more flattered*

"Oh I love acting! Your script is amazing, could I try acting some things out?"

*Hearing the question, Shadow Milk snatches the script from your hands. He almost snaps at you*

"What? No, of course not!"

"I'm sorry my dear, I adore your praise but. . . we've already established who the audience is! It's the key tool of any actor's career, and without that, we'd just be two actors with no one to entertain. . ."

"Besides, I think you'd have trouble trying to impress such a seasoned performer like myself~"

Despite his condescending comments, he slowly begins to let you act out small skits as their relationship with him becomes stronger, and he begins to cave

Shadow Milk has several references to acting, the stage, and plays, it would be a sin to not give this man a rhythm game. Similar to already existing rhythm games like "Rhythm Heaven" or the rhythm game portion in "Obey Me"

Every task, no matter how minimal or simple, becomes way more difficult with Shadow Milk. If you're just as much as a theater kid as he is, his need for literally everything to be a grand, exaggerated, obnoxious spectacle, especially around the player, is strong. Half the time, things don't go his way & he winds up making a mess, messes which the player is forced to clean up

Also, most everything he does requires a quick "costume change" thems the rules. He's cooking you breakfast? He's wearing a bright pink apron with frills and a heart-shaped pocket. You get hurt and scrape your knee? Here comes Dr. Shadow Milk in his doctor's uniform and stethoscope. The two of you are getting ready for bed? You'll be seeing him in striped pajamas, an extremely long nightrobe, fuzzy slippers and a sleep mask, including hair curlers

There will absolutely be no sneaking out on his domain, not on his watch! Shadow Milk, with his abilities, is a living security system, and reacts heavily to sound. So one snap of a twig or step on some creaking floorboards and it's over!

"*Ahem!*"

*A freakishly familiar voice is heard from behind you. Breaking into a sweat, you slowly turn around, the smallest part of you wished it wasn't who you thought it was. . . But as luck would have it, you didn't know any other crazy entertainers. . . Sure enough, it was exactly who'd you expected to see, Shadow Milk stood in front of you, arms crossed and everything*

"Just where do you think you're going?"

*You try playing it cool, although sweating a bit*

"Oh hey Shadow. . . I was just about to head out and-"

"Head out? At this time?!"

"I-I'm not gonna be gone for too long! I'll come right back after promise- *ah!*"

*Shadow Milk had already scooped you up, carrying you bridal style*

"That's quite enough! I can't have my only audience member getting drowsy during one of my shows, now can I?~"

*You were embarrassed beyond belief, even more once he started walking you to your room, and abruptly boops you on the nose*

"It's off to bed with you little mousey!~"

". . . ok(;w;). . ."

He takes much pride & joy in inconveniencing the player, purely for his own entertainment. What makes it worse is that he'll always find some sort of excuse, saying how it's "to punish them" and "to teach them how to do it right," just some of the lies they have to deal with

And that's not all, you think he started there? nope! He started lying to the player the second the two of them met. Seeing the player scared and alone in his domain, he didn't miss an opportunity to mess with the player's head. Fortunately, this does change as you begin to get closer with him, he starts being more open with the player

The outfit Shadow Milk gives the player is, although the tackiest thing on earthbread(if the player decides that it is), the most practical of the outfits they'll receive. It has a sort of German fairytale vibe to it, covered head to toe in ruffles, lace, bells, overly detailed designs, and of course, colored blue. It looks like, feels like, and is a costume, but despite its cheesy appearance, it's easy to run & move in

Out of all the beasts, Shadow Milk is the one who cares the most for the player's physical well-being. He's always making sure the player's eating enough, getting sleep, and most importantly, is happily entertained. It's been far too long since he was able to put on his plays, and he's gonna make sure they have the ability to sit through them

All and all, Shadow Milk is a well-meaning, all be it annoying, roommate

~Eternal Sugar~

She was always keen on learning most of the trickster's secrets, so finding out about the player, she became both upset yet understanding. Shadow Milk was the Cookie of Deceit after all

Regardless, Eternal Sugar found it quite unfair of him to keep them all to himself, and took it upon herself to steal the player away, via using one of her clouds

*While wandering by yourself within Shadow Milk's domain, you peer up at the unearthly, but normally blue sky, to see what seemed to be clouds suspiciously hovering over you*

Bewildered and curious, the player has the decision of either ignoring it or checking it out, but each will end in the clouds scooping up the player and taking them, all the way to Eternal Sugar Cookie

First meeting the player, she's admittingly unimpressed with what she sees, to think something so important to them would be reduced to such a simple creature. . ? But that mindset quickly changes as she discovers how adorable the player is, and just how naive they are. . .

She views the player as some sort of pet, spoiling them with all the goodies they can ever want, to a point where its almost overwhelming

*On a table, a large platter of sweets is set in front of you; you're almost tooken back by the sheer size of the dish, it was almost half the size of the table! Just sitting next to you was Eternal Sugar, smiling almost amusingly at your reaction*

"U-Uh. . . Is this all for me. . ?"

*She giggled*

"Of course it is dear! What sort of guest would you be if you didn't receive such delicacies?"

*Eternal Sugar picks up a sweet from the platter and holds it close to your mouth*

"Now, open wide~"

Unlike the other beasts, Eternal Sugar has the habit of babying the player, so like Shadow Milk, every simple task becomes way more difficult with her around. She'll make sure they won't be able to lift a finger!

Her associative minigame fits her sort of style, a memory game using cards, similar to the many games you can find on those "Kid-friendly Newgrounds" websites

Another thing worth noting is her clingy nature. Everywhere the player goes, Eternal Sugar has to follow, which does make things more difficult and affects progress. The prime definition of a space invader

It gets even worse during the night cycle, where she often insists on sleeping in the same bed as the player. Despite this, night is the only time the player will be able to get anything done. Just know that when they got back to bed and woke up the next morning, they'll have a sweet surprise waiting for them

*Morning light shines onto your face as it creeps into the rest of the room. You groan, awoken by your natural alarm clock, and begin to yawn & stretch, a part of you wished you slept in a bit longer. But as you try to get out of bed, you feel a weight on your right hand, better yet, you feel an entire section of the bed being weighed down by some unknown force. Turning around, you quickly discover why*

"E-Eternal Sugar Cookie! What are you-?!"

*There, covering a good half of the bed, Eternal Sugar Cookie was peacefully snoozing, clutching your hand. In your failed attempts at yelling at her & pulling your hand away were left to no avail, she had no intent on moving, nor letting go, making you all the more flustered*

"Ms. Eternal Sugar Cookie, please!- Let me go! I need-"

*She merely lifted one eye, only half awake and ready to sleep the rest of the day away*

"Awh~ but little mouse, it's so early!~ Can't you stay just a bit longer?~"

*She smiles at your flustered expression*

"But I have stuff to do! Please, you have to let me- *ah!-* h-hey!"

*Too busy trying to escape, you failed to notice her grip getting tighter, pulling you back down your now shared bed*

"Sleep a little more with me, won't you? There's no rush~"

"O-ok, fine then, but only for a couple more minutes, but that's it!"

*She giggled*

"Deal~"

Throughout their stay, the player only gets small snippets of Eternal Sugar's true personality. If the player chose to question her sickly sweet demeanor, she'd get defensive real fast, asking them why they would even question something like that. If angered, she becomes pushy, demanding, especially when the player doesn't do what she says

It becomes increasingly clear when Eternal Sugar gives you a new outfit, since the one you're wearing (aka the outfit Shadow Milk gave you) didn't fit her style, believing that you should wear something more flowy. She actually offers several different outfits for the player, and although nice, they're. . . let's just say not so family friendly; try as they might to reject her offers, she'll get upset and more persistent, nonetheless; this however does change as the story goes on, she becomes more understanding. Luckily, the two manage to make a compromise, Eternal Sugar offers the player a much simpler pink dress, with bows, lace, and ribbons. Despite being much to the player's liking(if that's what the player chooses), she begins to whine about it, saying how it could've been so much more; not to mention, both the ribbons and lace constantly get stuck on things if they aren't careful

The only time the player's able to really see Eternal Sugar's true colors is when Shadow Milk shows up, who's not all too happy about her basically kidnapping the player. Whilst they ventured alone, he made the mistake of taking his eyes off them for a second, last thing he knew they were snatched by some clouds and whisked away into the sky, which he immediately starts chasing after them. He knew exactly who was responsible. Unlike Shadow Milk, Eternal Sugar does a much better job of keeping her composure, playing dumb and refraining from acting out of character around the player. But once Shadow Milk insults her fake personality, all hell breaks loose

"Well, well, well, if it isn't my dear friend. . .?~ Eternal Sugar Cookie. . !"

*Shadow Milk had snuck in through an open window. Before you could even do anything, Eternal Sugar had already pulled you to her side, forcing you to sit in the lavish and comfortable sofa she was lounging on. He made his way towards her, with his usual wide smile; from the corner of your eye, you could barely see an eye twitch and, was he gritting his teeth? It didn't look like it, but he was seething with rage*

"Oh, Shadow Milk Cookie!~ for what do I owe the pleasure?~"

"How lovely of you to ask!~ You see, you just so happen to have something that belongs to me!"

*Shadow Milk then stares back at you, startling you a bit with his crazed expression. Although Eternal Sugar seemed unfazed, her grip on you only became tighter as the trickster started speaking to you*

"Little mousey, there you are!~ Oh I was so worried, thank goodness you're safe!~"

"I am so, so, sorry to have kept you waiting~ believe me, it's a long story!~"

"*Ah!* And what happened to the little dress I gave you?! I mean you still look cute, but you'd look so much better before and- oh! almost got off track for a second!~ *haha!*"

"Alrighty, I think it's time for me and my little mousey to get go-"

"You're leaving with them? Now what would be the purpose in that?~"

*She quickly shifted from her lounging position to a sitting position, pulling you closer toward her, and flustering you more. You see the trickster's eye twitch more, noticing just a crack in his character*

"*hehe-* what did you say. . ?!"

"I've tooken quite the liking to 'your' little mouse!~ Besides, you keeping them all to your self. . ? Extremely unfair of you!~"

*She then draped her arms around you, your face was getting redder by the second*

"Surely they'll be much happier here, isn't that right little mouse?~"

"Well, *uhh-* actually. . ."

"Then it's settled!~ The little mouse will be staying with me!~"

*They proceeded to argue back and forth, Shadow Milk's played up character was falling apart at the seams, losing a drop of his patience with every word the "angel" said. Eternal Sugar found herself quite entertained with the trickster getting angrier and angrier. All the while, you didn't know what to do, clearly neither of them were going to let you leave, or you know, let you get a single word in. So you were placed in a very awkward situation, stuck between an angel cookie who wasn't keen on you leaving, and a jester who was trying to get you back through gritted teeth*

"Listen, I'm the one who saw them first, they were found in my domain, therefore, they're mine! So if you would be so kind as to return them to me. . !"

*She proceeded to hold you closer, practically cuddling you, was she trying to make him even angrier?!*

"Oh but we're having so much fun!~ They'd much prefer it here than that over-the-top spiral you call a tower. . !"

*Insulting his domain was the nail in the coffin. It looked like he'd finally snapped, any ounce of patience he had before was completely out the window. Using his magic, he wrapped up your hands in some mysterious string, pulling you forward and out of Eternal Sugar's reach, greatly shocking and scaring the heck out of you. Once you were back in his arms, Shadow Milk pushed you behind him, and looking back at Eternal Sugar, she'd gotten up from the sofa, it seemed like she was starting to crack as well*

"Oh!~ So that's how we're gonna play *huh?!* Then I'll lend you this: do you really think they'd want to stay with a tooth-rotting prick like yourself?!"

*She began to clutch her fists, her eyes widen in a mix of shock and anger*

". . ?! What did you just call me. . ?!"

"Oh don't you give me that! little miss 'sweet & innocent angel!' unlike myself, people can see your fake persona from a mile away!~"

"And with how long they had to stay with you. . . I'm surprised my poor little mousey hasn't gotten sick and vomited from the spoiling and smothering they had to withstand!"

*That was all it took for her, she broke faster than he did, the wings on her back got bigger, Eternal Sugar's eyes glowed with rage*

". . . how dare you. . !"

"HOW DARE YOU!!"

The player obviously gets the choice of trying to stop the fight or slipping away, the following events escalating faster or slower depending on which they choose. Things escalate to a point where Eternal Sugar just snatched them and attempted to fly away with the player, which led to Shadow Milk using his magical strings to pull them back, entering the two of them in an intense game of tug of war with the player. And the force of both sides was so strong. . . It ended up ripping the player in half

So, Eternal Sugar Cookie, kinda pushy at times and very clingy all the time, but a sweetheart nonetheless

~Mystic Flour~

Getting ripped in half by two powerful beings. . . not something you would easily forget. . . You'd expect this to be game over, right? well, wrong, cause upon miraculously waking up, not only do you find yourself on top a strange alter, but face to face with Mystic Flour Cookie

Seeing the clouds of Eternal Sugar Cookie's cloud soaring past her land, she immediately could tell that something was a mist, and strolling through the silver forest and finding the player laying on the strange alter, her suspicions were correct

At first, she couldn't believe it, a cookie, in their world?! But after a proper meeting with the player and asking how they ended up on the alter, she became a bit more pitiful, going on to invite them to her domain, such a clueless cookie shouldn't be left alone!

But talking about what was basically their death is pretty traumatizing, so the player is given the choice of whether to straight up lie, or give some part of the truth

"So, you have no memory of how you ended up on this alter. . ? Nothing at all?"

*Your voice was strained, you didn't want to tell her the full truth*

"N-no, not a lot. . ."

*Mystic Flour then proceeds to grasp both your cheeks, pulling you close to her face, much to your slight embarrassment*

"Oh, you poor thing! You must be so lost, so confused. . ."

*It was that moment when an idea sprung into her, an idea that may help the both of you. . .*

"How about you come with me?~ Surely you'll be much safer!~"

*Try as you might to decline her offer, she just becomes more insistent. She was giving decent points however, you were lost and confused, not to mention trapped in this witch-forsaken place, and the only two "cookies" you knew killed you, accidently or not, you couldn't decide. . . Eventually, after lots of convincing and growing tired, you finally cave, accepting her offer*

"Ok, fine, I'll go with you"

"Oh good! Well, come along then!~"

*Gently, Mystic Flour took your hand, pulling you off the alter, and guiding you through the silver woods*

Mystic Flour had already made herself sound quite trustworthy, but of course, this can't be without some sort of catch. . . Though she looks caring on the outside, she sees the player as a mere tool, a stepping stool for something much greater. Her methods of getting information is much more subtle

Both minigames mentioned before required some sort of skill, Mystic Flour's is no exception. Similar to classic video game "Snake," the player's goal is to fill the respected area using dragons instead of snakes (wonder why?)

Pretty much the minute the two of them enter her domain, she basically gives them free range to do whatever. She doesn't really care if the player wanders too far or gets into spaces they shouldn't. But she will let you know when it's time to head back

*As the sun starts to set, you continue to search about the area like a curious child, you hardly noticed Mystic Flour standing just behind you*

"Little pika, dear it's time to head back!~"

*Hearing her voice yelling out to you so suddenly just barely startled you, but you gained back your composure once you see her warm smile*

"Oh! Hi Mystic Flour Cookie! Just give me a second, I have to check a few more things!"

*It wasn't like you weren't going to listen to her orders, you just had a bit more to do. But watching you get farther & farther away from her; Mystic Flour saw it differently. Already making her way toward you, she proceeded to scoop you into her arms, startling you and plastering blush onto your face, as she started walking you back herself*

"*ah!*W-Wait! Mystic Flour Cookie, I wasn't done ye-!"

"I know, I know, dear, you have your little tasks!~ But you'll have so much time to do them tomorrow, so please, might we head back? I'm sure the food is getting cold!"

*With you being in her grasp and your legs being very much off the ground, there wasn't really a choice to keep going. You could've kicked and screamed, but there were doubts that'd even work. . . And so, with no other options, you let her take you away, which sucked, but hey, at least you have yummy food waiting for you!*

Mystic Flour has the sheer amount of enthusiasm as an overly supportive mother, she has not a clue of what the player is doing but they're doing great! But like some mothers, she tries a more "hands off" approach as a way to set rules, intentionally not telling the player helpful information just for the sake of them learning it themselves

She does, however, provide them with all the materials to do so: a bedtime routine, plenty of food, and a warm winter outfit. Speaking of which, due to the wintery background, Mystic Flour gives them an outfit most suitable to withstand the cold, something heavy, but also angelic, a nun like dress colored a soft yellow, complete with black counterparts. The only downside is that defending the player from the cold is its only purpose, for it is much too heavy anywhere else and unbearable in hotter areas

Unlike the other beasts mentioned, Mystic Flour has no interest in forming a genuine relationship with the player. To her, you only serve one purpose, finding her escape (whatever that means) and is more direct into reaching her goal. She creates a false sense of security between the two of them, then when the time is right, uses that bond to her advantage. Fortunately, this behavior does change as the story continues, and Mystic Flour becomes more interested, and attached, to the player, but for now, her methods remain neutral

This becomes more apparent as Mystic Flour tries getting information out of the player in a sort of therapeutic way, sitting them down and letting them speak about their troubles, starting with the obvious. . .

"And. . . that's pretty much what happen. . ."

*You laid atop the much larger cookie, your head resting on her lap as she lightly massaged your hair. You rub your hands uncomfortably, as if waiting for bad news, your throat felt strained. Sandwiched between two angry beings, getting pulled into the sky then ripped in two, these were memories you weren't ready to revisit, especially with someone you've met only a few moments ago. . . At the same time, was holding this deep inside healthy? You saw life flash before your eyes, seconds before being split in half. . . Besides, you were already holding onto so much. . . would it hurt to let go of some. . . You felt Mystic Flour let go of your hair as she began running her hand on your face*

"Oh you, poor, poor, dear. . ."

"I am so sorry you had to be apart of. . . that. . ."

*Although you couldn't see her face, she sounded genuinely sorry for you, which was quite refreshing considering everything you've been through so far*

"They can be rather selfish at times, only thinking about themselves. . . You're lucky you've ended up with me!~"

*You laughed at her remark, trying to brighten up the mood, despite still feeling, well, you didn't know what to feel at that point. . .*

"*Heh* Yeah. . . I guess you're right. . ."

*Unannounced to you, Mystic Flour smiled to herself, her plan was working swimmingly. . . Having brought you to a docile state, it was more than a better time to gather the information she'd been longing for. . .*

"If you would allow me to. . . may I ask you something else?"

*You think for a minute, it was only one question, what harm could it do. . .*

"*Uh* sure. . . what is it?"

"Well little pika, you see-"

*Before the words could fall out of her mouth, there was a sudden loud BANG noise from outside. Respectfully, this startles you, making you flinch, but Mystic Flour didn't seem to move. . . Looking back up, you were finally able to see her face, she seemed irritated, annoyed. Gently, she lifted your head off her lap, resting you onto your knees, confused, you turn to her and saw that she was already standing, looking down upon you. She mumbled something under her breath*

"*Ugh* At a time like this. . ?!"

"Just a moment pika. . . I have to handle something. . ."

Mystic Flour considers herself to be the mother figure of the beasts, and although uncompassionate at times, she plays her role well

~Burning Spice~

(Literally the most perfect segway!~)

All it took was Shadow Milk and Eternal Sugar fighting for Burning Spice Cookie to want a part of the action. Last where we left off with them, the two managed to split the player in half, insides and everything, and were now freaking out over their (very much dead) body, whilst arguing over whose fault it was. By sheer coincidence, did Burning Spice decide to check up on Eternal Sugar, and catches site of the two yelling at each other

Burning Spice hasn't met the player, doesn't know who they are nor what they look like, but he took immediate interest in them after seeing how they affected the two other beasts. If just their mutilated body was enough to cause them to start screaming and crying like little kids, who knows what else they could do. . .

Already, he was making assumptions of what kind of person they'd be, perhaps the player was someone strong and intimidating, someone perfect to be his sparring partner, and continues to deny any sort of actual description of them

Him, Shadow Milk, Eternal Sugar had mostly worked together in their search for the player, but the millisecond they found out they were with Mystic Flour, the race was on. . . Which takes us to now, where Burning Spice appears first, causing a massive scene with his abilities in an attempt to lure her out

*Alerted by the sudden destruction just outside, Mystic Flour rushed to her outer balcony, irritated like this had happened before. . . She knew exactly who the culprit was, and sure enough, there he was, sitting casually atop the balcony's railing, Burning Spice greeted her with a sinister look on his face. She had already prepared herself, immediately knowing that something was about to go down*

"There she is, Misty! Long time no see!"

"Burning Spice Cookie. . . what brings you here. . ?"

"*Oh!* I think you know exactly why I'm here!"

*Getting off the railing, he walked toward his comrade, having no use in making a big deal out of it. Mystic Flour, although slightly surprised, saw it as a sort of threat, only further did she stand her ground*

"Ya see, a little birdie told me that you've been hiding a shiny new treasure from us. And I, of course, thought it'd be too good to be true. . . So I decided to drop by to take a look for myself. . !"

*He tried walking around her to reach the balcony's entrance, but before he could take another step, Mystic Flour stopped him, she wouldn't back down that easily. . .*

"There is no such thing. . . whatever is in my possession is none of your business. . !"

*In her defensive state, Burning Spice's persistence only grew, now patting her shoulder almost reassuringly*

"Hey, c'mon Misty!~ we're buddies, pals! Letting me get a tiny sneak peek shouldn't be a problem!"

"Say, how about this? You let me see what you're hiding, and I promise, I won't tell the others, I'll even let ya keep it! So what do ya say?~"

*Not even seconds after he said that, he immediately tried pushing past Mystic Flour as if she'd already answered his question. Of course, she shut that down almost instantly, even pushing him back, something which he doesn't really take well. His eyes widened, she set him off by just that push alone. She could bluntly tell he was lying, only using their relationship as an excuse, so she didn't let him any closer*

"Burning Spice Cookie, we've known each other for eons, do you really think I wouldn't be able to recognize one of your petty excuses. . . ?! "

"If you knew better, you'd be wise enough to leave, for this so-called treasure you're after, I know nothing about!"

*Pushing and telling him to leave. . . yep, that'll do it. . . Burning Spice broke into laughter as his hair began to glow warms shades of red, orange, and yellow, moving like a sea of flames*

"*HA HA HA HAHAHA!* *Oh!* Misty, ya might just make me angry!"

*His tone quickly shifts from trigger-happy to overall threatening once he'd opened his eyes, now just as bright as his hair, he marches towards Mystic Flour, who was all the more irritated and unfazed*

"And you. . . don't wanna make me angry. . !"

"Make you angry?! *Heh!* Didn't know it was so easy to mess with that small brain of yours!"

*It isn't long before the two engage in full on battle, both sides being equally matched in some way. While this was all happening, you were completely unaware; being inside exploring, you're none the wiser of the destruction going on outside*

Eventually, Burning Spice does manage to bust his way inside, and upon actually seeing the player in their simple state, he couldn't be more disappointed, to think Shadow Milk and Eternal Sugar's bickering would be caused by such a boring little cookie(but those two do fight over a lot of things, so-)

He'd almost considered leaving them, but Burning Spice would rather leave with something than nothing, so taking his losses he hoists up the player over his shoulder and makes, a not so quiet, escape. Much to Mystic Flour's dismay and the player's protests (or cries for help depending on what they choose)

Burning Spice sees the player like how a general sees a soldier. He thinks they're weak, bland, and more notably boring, and wants to, in his words, "spice them up." Because of this, he is unnecessarily harsh, working the player to the bone and expecting them to "get up" when they get too tired

*How long has it been. . ? An hour? Two hours? At that point you didn't know, but all you did know is that it felt like an eternity since Burning Spice started your so called "training." Back and forth, you were forced to run with heavy rocks on your back whilst following him, who was doing the same. All the while he'd yell at you to pick up the pace as encouragement. . .You huffed and panted*

"*Hah**hah. . .* Burning Spice Cookie, please, can't we stop for. . . just a minute. . ?"

*It was the only time he'd turn back at you, what a ridiculous ask!*

"What?! Definitely not! ya still got a lot to go, pipsqueak!"

*You couldn't go on any longer. A mess of sweat and sore bones, you plummet to the ground, numb to the rocks currently on your back, you wanted rest, at least for a minute. . . Burning Spice only reached a good distance away before noticing you were far, far behind. He ran back to you, but not because he was worried*

"Ay! Pipsqueak, what's the holdup?!"

*He crouched down, better viewing your shriveled up body, far too weak to keep going. Despite the obvious, Burning Spice still tried getting you to stand, poking, even attempting to pull you off the ground, but you won't budge. . .*

"C'mon! Quit acting like Eternal Sugar Cookie and get moving!"

"Please. . . let me rest. . ."

*Your sweat could've well stained the ground if it were cool enough. . . You were stubborn & refused to get up, becoming a puddle of flesh. Realizing that you weren't moving, he, grudgingly, decides to do what was best, but first he had to move you somewhere more suitable to your needs*

"*Ugh* Alright! Fine! I'll let you outta this, only once!"

*Swiftly brushing the rocks off your back, he scoops you up and onto his shoulder, no way would he let you die right then and there. You suddenly feel the biggest weight being literally lifted off your shoulders, thanking whatever was out there for this moment*

"I'll let you rest, but not here!"

"*Heh* Thank you. . ."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever!"

Everything Burning Spice does, he expects the player to do the same, no matter how difficult. But will give them the benefit of the doubt when the player gets too tired to keep going, much to his annoyance

He's active and moving 24/7, that's why Burning Spice's minigame is directly based on "Super Mario Bros" where the player runs about collecting items, attacking enemies, etc.

If the player is talking to him, he'll most entirely talk about himself, boosting his ego, even throwing insults at the other beasts, which is both annoying and ironic because he does the exact same things that they do. That being said, it's important to never get mad at him or give him attitude because it will work him up, for better or worse. . .

The player can easily get information from him due to his blunt honesty. When talking about the other beasts, he'll always give bits of helpful information about them, some that can be extremely helpful in the future

Similar to Mystic Flour, Burning Spice gives the player free range to do whatever, the only difference is that Burning Spice sets up these "training sessions" on random occasions without notifying the player firsthand, and expects them to drop everything to train with him. This exhausts the player, causing them to only be able to do things during the day, when they've required enough rest

*Stumbling into the room Burning Spice gave you, you flop onto the bed, nestling your head against your pillow, relived. You were finally able to rest your jelly legs, sore running around and doing tasks. But you turn to your side, something catches your eye. . . On the single window of your room, you noticed what looked to be a slip of paper. Despite being entirely drained, your curiosity got the better of you, and slipping from the bed, you make your way toward the windowsill, now realizing how out of place from the rest of the room, appearing more of a light lilac than any of the reds and oranges. You questioned if even came from the place, and upon proper examination, your suspicions seemed correct. . . This was no mere paper, but a letter! Curiosities only felt more rapid as you opened, revealing not only short message crafted in cursive, but a beautiful illustration of a rose*

"Small Rodent, have you been faring well within our world? Have you been eating, sleeping well? I hope the others hadn't been too cruel towards you. . . Word of mouth does not travel fast here, so I apologize if I arrive to you late. . . I wish to reach you soon. . ."

"From- Silent Salt Cookie"

"Small Rodent. . ?"

*Reading through the passage, you took a few seconds to process, hoping that whoever sent it wasn't suggesting what you thought they were suggesting, cause if you got kidnapped one more time. . .-*

"Aye! Pipsqueak!!"

*Burning Spice had, without warning, busted into the room, no time for internal dialogue now! With milliseconds to think, you swiftly hide the letter behind your back, not before confronting the brute for his sudden excursion of your privacy*

"B-Burning Spice Cookie?! What are you doing here?!-"

"What?~ I can't check on my little pipsqueak, can't I?~"

*Again with the nickname. .?! Blushing rapidly, you couldn't tell whether you were annoyed, angry, or just plain embarrassed. . . Burning Spice laughed boastingly, always amused by your expressions*

"*HAHAHAH!~* Ya never fail to entertain me, pipsqueak!~"

*Then he noticed the arms behind your back. . .*

"Say, whatcha got there? Ya hiding something from me?"

*Shoot! the letter was still in your hands! Only seeing this as more of a reason to keep it hidden, you play it cool for as much as possible*

"I-It's nothing! W-What are you talking about?!*hehe*"

*Burning Spice just saw your actions as even more suspicious, he might be a barbarian, but he isn't stupid. He attempted turning you around to see what exactly you were keeping from him, all the while you were trying to dodge him, cold sweat beginning to run down your forehead*

"Are ya sure? Cause *uh* ya starting to look pretty sweaty there. . ."

"Oh!- this?! *Uhh. . .* I'm just, tired! from all the training today *haha!*"

*You two do this dance a bit, with you becoming doubly irritated the more Burning Spice tried seeing what you're hiding, getting additionally irritated while Burning Spice looked completely willing to tear your front open, asking and reinsuring you, again and again to get a little looksee. And you thought Shadow Milk was nosy?! Annoying and driven to your breaking point, you practically yell at him-*

"IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS, OK?!"

*Hearing those words fall out of your mouth, Burning Spice is beyond tooken aback, clearly, he didn't like being told what to do. You quickly gasp to yourself, slamming your mouth closed with a free hand upon realizing what you've just said, how could you be so stupid?! With the letter still in your other hand, you decide the best course of action was to crumble up the paper, that letter was the least of your worries now anyway. . .*

"Did. . .Did you just yell at me. . ?!"

*You gulped, your sweat becoming increasingly apparent as the brute looked seconds away from having steam shoot out his ears. He proceeds to get unnervingly close, practically towering over you. . .Didn't think it would end this way. . .*

"That. . . Is. . ."

"Great!!!"

"Ya getting spicier by the minute!"

*Burning Spice grabbed both your shoulders, and shook them with excitement, much to your bewilderment. The way his tone can just shift was both jarring and impressive. After a bit of violent shaking and surviving what would've been another death experience, he eventually lets go, not before giving you a hardy slap to the back whilst laughing, dang near knocking you off your feet and the letter out of your hand*

"*HA! HA!* Ya know what!? Take the rest of the day off! I wanna see my hard work!"

*He happily marches out of the room, leaving you in a rather messed up state*

"Be sure to get all the rest ya need! Ya gonna need it for tomorrow!"

*Burning Spice leaves the room, shutting the door, the second he was out of sight, you took the biggest sigh of relief. That was close, way too close! Like you practically dodged a bullet! You pull back out the crumbled-up letter and tried to fix it, somewhat regretting your decision of almost destroying it before. You had to be more careful next time*

During this entire scene, the player must be extra careful around Burning Spice, because despite how it's played, there's a route where he discovered the letter while they're asleep, and he's not too pleased with having Silent Salt trying to contact them, promptly getting so angry he burns the letter to ashes

That being said, Burning Spice, though seeming like a rage-filled brute who fights first and asks questions later, he's never threatening nor outright violent to the player, unless its a final resort. The player is a much-needed piece in a, all be it complex, puzzle, even if they don't even know it, and in order for them to work is through gaining their trust. But don't think that this is a good thing, there are many times where he could've hurt them yet actively chose not to

He immediately got to work constructing another outfit for the player cause in his own words, "there's no way ya staying here looking like that!" And the outfit he gives them perfectly reflects his ego, slick black clothing, paired with red barbaric accents, and brightly colored armor, making the player look like a mini version of himself. It's good enough for the endless training they have to do, but it's clear that some parts of the outfit were put together at the last second and were made from the minimal sewing Burning Spice learned. And if wanting to be honest, it's kinda ugly. . . Overall, it's the player's least favorite of the outfits given (if they decide it is)

Every hour, it feels like Burning Spice is always learning something new about the player, to him at least. Because of this, he celebrates every accomplishment they make with lavished (and very spicy) feasts, no matter how small they might be. Not exactly the best prize for basically being slaved away constantly to a point of exhaustion, but he doesn't need to know that. The only downside to this is that he's loud, like really loud, so loud in fact, he can't hear any other voices but his own, making him clearly oblivious to a certain someone stealing away the player(-again)

So Burning Spice, a not-so great roommate, but a pretty good personal trainer

~Silent Salt~

Ever since leaving Shadow Milk's site, someone else had been watching the player for some time, someone who wasn't too distant from the player, none other than the silent knight themself, Silent Salt Cookie

Once they found out about the player, there wasn't an ounce of disbelief nor hesitation that got into their head, they only had one goal in mind, and that was getting the player out of the other beasts' hands. But like a hungry wolf with its meal, they knew it wouldn't be easy. The other beasts always kept the player at arm's length, even with the leisure they receive, those four always made sure they were watched. And so they waited, and waited, and waited. . . In till they had the right moment to strike

Normally the beasts would be more direct when approaching the player, probably showing some pity towards them, not before whisking them away, Silent Salt on the other hand had a more different approach. They'd leave small letters for the player, all written in cursive and paired with a beautifully drawn illustration which they constructed themselves. Silent Salt essentially gives the player a bread crumb trail, preparing them for what was to come as to not spook them later

"Last one to get back to the base goes stale!"

"Burning Spice Cookie! Wait up!"

*You two were only trying to get back. . . nothing too special, yet of course, Burning Spice just had to turn it into a game of tag, didn't he?! Already tired from the day's activities, you struggled to move forward, and the barbarian is way ahead. Despite how unfair, annoying, and exhausting it was, you sighed, it wasn't the first time he did this. . . As you forced your body further, all you cared about was getting rest. You never understood why Burning Spice pushed your body to such lengths, but if there was one other reason to keep going it was to spite him. But as you were about halfway there, an unknown force suddenly grabbed your arm and pulled you to the side, you yelped, why does everyone here like grabbing you!?*

"*AH!* W-What the!?-"

*Pulled into an unnoticed corner, you practically swing yourself around, already having a good idea of just who decided to yank you out of the way, and you got what you wished for. . . Hovering over your tiny body, was the silent knight themself, quiet and unmoving, looking down at you. . . You jump back a bit startled, those training sessions are sounding a lot better right now. . . Although frozen with fear, it didn't take long to realize that something wasn't right. Sure, they appeared in front of you but that was merely it, just standing there, menacingly, almost like a statue. Your fear quickly dissolves into pure confusion as you stare back at them, the moment shifting into awkward silence. You already had a decent idea of who this fellow might be, and decided to use it as a way to break the barrier between you two*

"*Um. . .* Hi. . ."

"Y-You're Silent Salt Cookie, right. . ?"

*It took them a second to respond, and by "respond" they actually crouched down and got extremely close to your face, adding to your bewilderment, and barely managing to keep your composure*

"*ah!-* I'm gonna take that as a yes. . !"

*As a result of being thrown around so much, you practically knew what was next, but seeing the knight so still felt alien to you, and almost refreshing. . ? Like you were happy to just not be snatched for once, as morbid as that sounds. Oh but no, that's not right, who's to say that this fellow was to be trusted. You make the bold choice to ask them more questions, but before another word could fall out of your mouth. . .*

"Aye Pipsqueak! What's the hold up!?"

It's a no-brainer that Burning Spice finally noticed the player's absence, they have the rightful decision of running to him or yelling out, which Silent Salt covers their mouth and attempts to take them away(what a surprise!) The second route, however, the player's (4th) kidnapping is put on display for Burning Spice, who did not handle the situation well. He immediately rushes in to save them, but Silent Salt was much too swift for him. All the while, the player attempts to save themselves; trying to kick, scream, and squirm their way to freedom, but nothing works, they were a knight after all. Enraged, Burning Spice yells at Silent Salt that he'll get revenge, and he won't be alone. . !

(And before we go on any further, I personally like to hc that Silent Salt is both mute and deaf because 1. it matches with the new ancient heroes since Pure Vanilla is heavily implied to be blind; and 2. it'd make sense that the witches would want to make a disabled cookie. During their pre-corruption days, the five virtues also had to be role models for the cookies, thus they had to, at some extent, be relatable. So giving one of the virtues something that other cookies can relate to makes sense. Oh and as a bonus, Silent Salt is completely fluent in ASL and is fairly good at lip reading; Shadow Milk and Mystic Flour are also fluent in ASL and often act as their mouth pieces. Ok moving on!)

You'd think that the player wouldn't trust Silent Salt from the jump, given the circumstances & that this happened to them so many other times, and yet. . . Silent Salt was the only one to be considerate of the player's feelings before performing the act, they knew the player would be scared, if not terrified, of them, especially when you consider their appearance and quiet nature; thus they planted the letter to let them know. So although this doesn't mean the player fully trusts them, it is a step into the right path

How they view the player is a complete mystery, unlike the other beasts, it isn't just spelled out in ink. Instead, the player has to focus on their interactions and certain body language, since they can't speak

Similarly to Eternal Sugar, Silent Salt will often give the player gifts in an attempt to gain their trust. The main difference on the other hand was that those gifts were much smaller scale than what Eternal Sugar gave them, but still feel more thought out and genuine

*Lilac-colored curtain draped over large windows, comfortable sitting, and a bed that resembled a soft marshmallow, you had to admit, for living in a wasteland, they sure knew a thing or two about decor. But as you admired your new bedroom, you get a sudden knock on the door, and opening it a crack, you see Silent Salt, they appeared to be holding a few things*

"Oh! Silent Salt Cookie! What brings you-"

*Fully opening the door revealed what they were holding, a bouquet of beautifully made paper flowers in one hand, and a sliver tin, filled with salted chocolates in the other. Seeing the gifts, you were pleasantly surprised, not just by the tin of sweets but the paper flowers, so true to life and clearly made by them, you were amazed by the fact they were able to pull something like that off*

"Wow! are these for me?"

*The knight nodded their head, handing both gifts to you. Despite how small the gesture was, you still felt a tiny bit overwhelmed, the smallest hint of blush creeped onto your face*

"T-Thank you! They're lovely!"

Silent Salt was & still somewhat is known for their skills with a sword, thus the reason why their minigame is based on "Fruit Ninja." The player, instead of slicing fruit, is made to cut different pieces of paper according to a dotted line, in an attempt to mimic Silent Salt's paper flowers

While out exploring and doing tasks, Silent Salt will actually partner up with the player & help them, which is already a massive change from the player's other beast encounters. Either they'd find ways to stretch the task out even longer, or just not help at all, so having them there is a huge change of pace. They're always by the player's side, because of this, they can come off as clingy at times

They, like most of the beasts, give the player free range to do whatever, but is quick to set boundaries. The player isn't allowed to go into certain areas without their supervision, especially at night

*Lightly tracking your steps across cold floors, you carefully tiptoe through the Silent domain, moonlight streaking onto every nook and cranny acted as your only light source, which you tried to use to your advantage, the last thing you wanted was to be caught. But when you turned the corner, guess who you unceremoniously bumped into. . ? Pressed into their chest, you abruptly backed away startled & flustered realizing who it was, Silent Salt just looked at you, just like before*

"*Ah!-* Silent Salt Cookie. . ! It's not what you think. . !"

"I-I just have a few other things to do, that's all!-"

*The silent knight only stood there, arms crossed, making their stance all the more stern. You already had a good idea of what was going on in their head, no amount of convincing would change your fate. So with a sigh, you started heading back to your room, not before Silent Salt gently scoops you up, refusing to let you touch the floor, and carried you there themself. Blushing rapidly, you beg and plead for them to put you down, but failed miserably; why does everyone like carrying you so much. . ?*

Silent Salt treats the player like they're the most fragile thing on Earthbread, handling them with care and, with their position as a knight, more than happy to cater to their every need and desire

Due to their disability and limitations in lip reading, talking to them is difficult, creating this communication barrier between them and the player. This, however, doesn't stop the two of them from trying to fix the issue

That being said, Silent Salt most definitely wants to teach the player ASL so they can communicate easier. They made sure they'd take their time, teaching them all they need to know, starting with letters, to phrases, to full sentences. Even if the player struggles to learn at first, they're extremely patient with them, teaching things one step at a time

If it wasn't already obvious, Silent Salt is very delicate with their hands, due to their precise skills with a sword. Because of this, they picked up quite a few hobbies, like painting and drawing, clearly showed by the letter they made the player before, and surprisingly, braiding hair

*Slowly, the silent knight carefully overlapped strand after strand of hair from your head into beautiful braids. They put special care into each braid, constantly checking with you to make sure they were comfortable, even going the extra mile of creating more paper flowers to infuse into the braids. Sitting in front of the bedroom's vanity mirror, you were in awe at how perfect the braids were, your hair practically became an art project! Looking back at them, you couldn't see their face, but you could tell Silent Salt was genuinely enjoying themself, how they added flower after flower, even sometimes placing one directly onto your head; because well, why not? It was moments like this that made you think back to when you first met, back to when their silence felt alien to you, and how you were so unwilling to cooperate. . . Yes, you still didn't fully trust the knight, all of this just felt too perfect, almost too good to be true even, but it does. After placing the last flower, they were finally done, the braids were wrapped around your head and tied in the back with a purple ribbon*

If the hairstyle doesn't make them feel like royalty, then don't worry, Silent Salt had them covered. Cause not soon after doing their hair, they presented their outfit, which looked more like a gorgeous gown than any regular dress. Everything about it was perfect, the long white silk trin that partly touched the floor, the bow around the waste that matched your hair, the simple purple accents, its ruffled layers, everything. But possibly the most radiant part of the gown was these beautiful sewn in embroideries, each more beautiful than the last, all throughout. This was the straw that broke that camel's back, such actions of kindness couldn't go unrewarded; so through ASL, the player is able to sign phrases "thank you" and "sorry," to which Silent Salt immediately accepts. Quite a shame the player couldn't do more. . . The only two downside one could think of is that it strongly resembled a wedding dress, which can give the wrong ideas fast; also the gown length gives the possibility of tripping, but that's a simple price to pay

The relationship between the player and Silent Salt is mostly through action, and to some extent, physical touch. The player is always finding new and creative ways to repay them for everything they've done, often finding themselves cooking or cleaning for them, even gifting them drawings and paper creations they made themselves. Silent Salt does find this sweet and charming, but as a knight, they really have no desires. They crave the simpler things, like holding hands, learning ASL, or just being together in general. No amount of wasted paper would change that

Unfortunately, as stated before, not everything can be too blissful. . . Silent Salt is regularly shown to be extremely overprotective of the player, which does make sense considering their role; Silent Salt is a knight, keeping the innocent safe is their job, and the fact that the other beasts were also after them only made them double down on protecting them. Now, Silent Salt, before meeting the player, had no plans of escape, at least even they think of, in fact, became increasingly fond of their surroundings. . . Only when they learned the player did they start to reconsider. . . with a new opportunity, they couldn't simply pass it up. . .

Because of this, they've developed a 6th sense(or 5th or 4th) whenever they felt the player was in danger. Silent Salt can pick up signals of danger from miles away, and acts quickly ensure their safety, so imagine the player's surprise and confusion when being rushed somewhere else

*Everything was a blur. . . One second ago you and Silent Salt were spending time together per usual, before you knew it you were being pulled into your room, and Silent Salt was doing repeated checks on the door and windows, making sure they were locked. Confused, you try to stop them in their tracks, to get some sort of answer, but all they did was clutch both your hands tightly, looking you directly in the eyes; before abruptly letting go, telling you to never, for any reason, open the door or windows till they came back, then disappears, leaving you in a state of flustered shock. Even if completely unexpected on your end, it became increasingly clear why Silent Salt acted the way they did. . . with a battle axe, guess who was waiting just outside. . ?*

"Salty! right on time!~ It's been awhile, hasn't it?~"

*The knight merely stood there, sword in hand with a tight grip. They already knew what the brute was saying, him placing the axe's handle on the back of his neck as he began to walk towards them*

"Honestly, I'm pretty surprised Salty!~ Out of everybody here, it's you who'd be dumb enough to steal from me, me!"

"Cause when I think of stealing, I usually think of Shadow Milk Cookie, maybe Eternal Sugar Cookie if what we're after is really worth fighting for, but you?! *HA!* Didn't think of ya as the taking type!~"

"*Hmm. . .* I like it! You know I always love a good surprise?~"

*With every step he took, Silent Salt only further stood their ground, having already pulled their sword out from the dirt and getting into a battle stance. Upon reading their body language, his grin only got bigger, he knew exactly what was doing and actively stirred the pot. He put his hands up as he backed away in a condescending yet reassuring tone*

"*Woah!-* *Woah!-* Easy there buddy!~ Now I know what it looks like, but I promise, I didn't come here to cause trouble. . ."

"Instead, I'm looking for a little. . . exchange. . ."

*Burning Spice proceeded to hold his axe behind his back to make himself appear more innocent. All the while Silent Salt didn't once get out of their battle-ready mindset*

"Now I know I can be a little. . . hectic at times, but for this I'm willing to make one exception. . ."

"Say, I won't leave a scratch on your place, if you return what you've stole from me. . !"

"A simple deal, really!- You get out of this with no causalities, and I leave with that little cookie in tow!~ So what do ya say. . ?"

*Silent Salt was only getting parts of the Burning Spice's so called "deal," and already, they were not having it. . ! With just a blink of an eye, Silent Salt went from guarding their domain to holding the tip of their blade at Burning Spice's throat, as if they teleported, they were that fast. . ! Along with Shadow Milk's lies, none of the beasts were dumb enough to fall for one of his exchanges! The knight was clearly provoked; exactly what the brute wanted, so he kicked back far enough to pull his axe out from his back. Though the kick was strong, Silent Salt was still able to hold their ground, using their sword to keep their footing. There was a battle-hungry look in his eyes*

"*HA HA!* You just love surprising me, don't ya Salty?!"

*He then stretched his neck and shoulders, tense bones popped at the motion. Then proceeded to do his battle stance*

"Whatever! Wouldn't have worked anyway! Besides, no one gets dumber around here, right?! *HA!*"

"But one thing's for sure. . . Doesn't matter how tough you act. . . I'm not leaving without my pipsqueak. . !"

*His tone shifted to slight anger as his hair turned into bright flames. Having weapons drawn, it's clear as day as neither was willing to do what the other wanted, nor give in. Both had goals set in stone and willing to follow through with them; but just before they could actually strike at one and other. . .*

"*Yoo-hoo~* Up here!~"

"Apologizes for being so late you two, we've bumped into some. . . causalities. . ."

*In from above, flew in Eternal Sugar atop one of her clouds as Mystic Flour floated beside her, landing onto opposites of the brute and knight, creating this strange box. Burning Spice became all the happier, being the violence-obsessed cookie he was, this just maybe the fight more interesting for him. While Silent Salt was as stern as ever, despite being outnumbered*

"Misty! Sugar! Welcome to the party!! Just when things were starting to get interesting!~"

"*Ugh* Don't overexcite yourself Burning Spice Cookie, some of us only want this to be over with. . !"

*She has a quick glance at the beasts around her, just as annoyed of as before*

"So . . . I assume we all know about our new. . . 'inhabitant,' yes?"

*The silent knight nodded*

"*Pfft* *Uh Duh!-* What's was ya first clue?!"

"That's right! It's been far too long since I've seen another cookie, and when I finally find one, they're snatched from my hands!"

"Oh my poor little mouse!~ They must've been so lonely since they were taken away from me!"

"Being pushed and pulled by some brute and locked away by some scary knight?!~ What can be worse?!"

*Eternal Sugar whined and whined, nitpicking everything that she deemed "cruel treatment," and although most of the things said were true, Burning Spice couldn't help but take offense*

"Aye! What do ya mean by 'pushing and pulling around?!' I have you know I treat them with utmost respect and care!"

"*HA!* You call your so called 'training' of yours respect and care?! Don't make me laugh!"

"Unlike you, I provide my little mouse with everything they could ever need, everything they desire. . ! I make them happy! All your training does is ruin their perfect mind and body!"

*She looked over to her two other comrades*

"At least I can be assured that those two actually kept them safe, otherwise, I wouldn't know what I'd do. . ."

"Even Shadow Milk Cookie takes better care of my little mouse. . ."

*That's when most of the group realized a crucial detail, where the heck was Shadow Milk?! Unannounced to them, Mystic Flour already had a good idea of where he was, but waited to answer. . .*

"Oh yeah! Shadow Milk Cookie isn't here! Where is the guy anyway?!"

"When we found out the pika was being kept here, we came as soon as possible. But it wasn't long before Shadow Milk separated from us; we tried to pursue him but by then, he was already gone. . ."

"Perhaps we should wait for him. . .Knowing him, he likely has something planned. . !"

*With Shadow Milk being the smartest of their group, waiting for him seemed like the safest option, after all he was known for his tricks, who knows what he could be planning. Yet the brute and angel, who always had something to say, didn't have the patience for such. . .*

"And let him get another chance on stealing my little mouse away again?! Absolutely not!!"

"Yeah Misty, not having Shadow Milk Cookie around means less of us to get through, even if it is kinda boring! *HA HA!*"

"Wouldn't want his filth to rub off on my pipsqueak. . !"

*Eternal Sugar gasped in surprise and utter disgust*

"'Your' Pipsqueak?! are you delusional?! Clearly they're mine!!"

*Burning Spice cracked his knuckles, as he puffed his chest*

"Oh yeah?! Then why don't ya prove it?!"

*Mystic Flour groaned in irritation, if her eyes were open she would have definitely rolled them, this charade was going too far*

"*Ugh* You two are bickering like children! Could you at least not treat them like some object?! It's likely that the pika will return to me or Silent Salt Cookie, at least we don't see them as a mere pet. . !"

*Silent Salt nodded in agreement*

"And yet, I think we all know what we're really after. . . "

*With that sentence alone, it made Burning Spice and Eternal Sugar as quiet as Silent Salt was. . . The whole area was hushed, quiet enough to hear a pin drop. . .The four beasts side eyed each other, as if ready to duel; evidence was undeniably clear, they wanted to use you. . .for something? After keeping their running mouths shut for what felt like decades, Burning Spice finally breaks the silence, drawing his weapon, his patience was already dissolved. . .*

"Alright, that's it! We all want the cookie, and just sitting around isn't gonna help!"

"So, let's settle this. . . once and for all. . !"

"Agreed!"

"*Ugh* Suppose we should get this over with. . !"

*As Silent Salt drew their sword, the battle had began. The four played sides, the three of them trying to barge their way in, and Silent Salt trying to keep them out; and despite how unfair the fight seemed, not only were they evenly matched, but they all were fighting for themselves, for their own selfish goals, all of which surrounded getting to you. . . Speaking of that, you were once more left in the dark, spared from the situation. Not to say you aren't curious about what was going on either, in fact you were completely willing to open the windows to look outside if Silent Salt didn't tell you to keep them closed. Laying on top of the marshmallow bed, you stare up at the ceiling in boredom and something else. You received another to be alone with your thoughts, really rekindle and wonder. . . What the hell was going on?! First you were teleported to this strange place, then you were kidnapped five times, then you basically died and came back to life? Nothing about your situation was normal! Not to mention the cookies you're trapped with, if you can even call them "cookies" what even were they? You didn't know anything about them, what to feel about them, let alone if you could trust them or not. . . Questions were swimming in your head like fish upstream, feelings fighting for control in till. . .*

"*AH HAHAHAHA!~* no matter what, the story always stays the same!~"

*You hear a voice, a squeaky, arrogant, yet oh so voice. . . You look around in surprise, was that who you thought it was?!*

"That's right!~ The hero has arrived!~"

". . .To save his damsel in distress!~"

*CRASH!*

*Destroying one of the windows, bursts in the self-proclaimed trickster himself, Shadow Milk Cookie, the suddenness of the action making you fall off your bed startled and almost near giving you a heart attack. When hitting the ground, he did a quick barrel roll before landing on one knee in a sort of "ta-da!" position, acting like he didn't ruin a perfectly good glass plane, and much to your bewilderment. You quickly get up and stand towards him*

"S-Shadow Milk?! Are you ok?!"

"Awh~ Look at you!~ worrying for lil'ol me!~"

"I'm perfectly fine my little mousey!~ Absolutely splendid!~"

*You knew you should've expected a reaction like that from him of all cookies, but it didn't stop you from going dumbfounded*

"You just jumped in through a closed window!!"

*He then went on this long, overexaggerated, winded speech about how much he missed you, how you two had been separated for far too long, what lengths he had to go through just to get to you, but you were wise enough to know that he was partly spewing out lies. . . Mystic Flour knew he had a plan, and had a plan he did! whilst everyone else was occupied, he'd snuck in through a back window, unbelievable how such a cheap tactic was able to work. . . It wasn't long for Shadow Milk to notice the beautiful dress you were wearing, and lights up with glee, zipping toward you, and scaring you once more*

"And might I add, that is quite a marvelous gown you have on!~ *AH!* It makes you look so much more like a proper damsel!~ who made it?!"

"Well-. . ."

*He cuts you off before another word could come out of your mouth*

"-Oh, no, no, no, wait!- don't tell me, Silent Salt Cookie made this, didn't they?~"

"*AH!* It's such a no brainer!~ They make such amazing things, of course they'd make something this cute!~ I'm a little jealous!~ *hehehe!~*"

"*Whew!~* Okay, I think we had enough excitement for one day, hadn't we?~"

*He abruptly grabs your arm and pulls you close, startling you as blush begins to creep up your cheeks*

"Time to go home!~"

*It was the mention of "home" that threw you into a loop, what did he mean by "go home?!" Shocked, you pulled yourself away from the trickster, causing surprise and slight annoyance on his end*

"H-Home?! What are you talking about?!"

"Oh, you ask such silly questions, I'm taking you with me! Back to my humble abode!~"

Obviously, going back to the guy that had the player turned into two halves, is something that they aren't fully ready to do, thus are given the choice to go with him or not; to which both have different, yet very grim results. . . If they say yes, Shadow Milk Cookie will carry them out of Silent Salt's domain, not before being founded out by the other beasts, causing the player to be caught up within the drama, eventually getting stabbed through the chest from all the excitement. . ! On the other hand, if they say no, Shadow Milk with become more persuasive toward the player, reminding them of their time spent apart. If they deny him enough times, his patience begins to wane as his persona falls apart. Becoming more demanding till he snaps, forcing the player to leave with him; but it was already too late, as the other beasts had shown up, who aren't too happy about his late arrival, and chaos ensues, leading to the player getting decapitated. . !(Woooo-)

~Final~

The player ends up back at the top of the altar in the Silver Forest, completely passed out from the shock. All the beasts, after freaking out over their dead body, head there in a heartbeat, arguing over who'd be the one to take the player home, till Mystic Flour decides enough is enough, ending the argument and declaring the Shadow Milk should be the one to take in the player since he found them first, further saying that arguing wouldn't get them anywhere and wants to start a meeting before anyone else could argue back. . . Fast forward to Shadow Milk's base, the player is getting some well needed rest as the beasts are discussing what to do next, although it isn't entirely apparent that they remember how they got there, having them around could be beneficial to their much bigger goals. After a bit of talking, Shadow Milk conjures up a wonderfully, awful, idea. . . keeping the player as their hostage. . . Think about it! From the outside world, they already have reputations for being cold and cruel monsters, if they found out they had a cookie with them, they'd go nuts! Plus, who'd be more inclined to get involved? None other than the new Guardian Of The Seal, and Ancient Hero herself, White Lily Cookie. . . Long story short, they all agree with the plan, as it will guarantee their escape, and check on the player not long after, who was still passed out

*In your dormant state, you lay unconscious as all five beasts watched you, each of them claimed a corner of the bed. As they watched, Silent Salt noticed a slight twitching in your hand, and instinctively embraced theirs into yours, rubbing their thumb on your wrist. Not everybody took it well, cause Eternal Sugar shooed their hand away just a few seconds later*

"*Ugh* Get your hands away from them, you're ruining their slumber. . !"

*She turns back to you as her mood shifts from annoyance to gentle delight*

"Awh~ They look so precious!~"

*Burning Spice leaned forward on the bed to get a better look at you, he seemed upset*

"How long are they gonna be like this. . ? It's been awhile now. . ."

"Roughly a few hours, but I believe they will be awake by tomorrow. . . Poor thing, must have scared them quite a lot "

". . . I think it'd be wise to not tell the pika about our plan, after all, we did get this far with them"

"Right you are, my dear comrade!~"

"If it were to get out that we were keeping them for our own sake, it'd surely shatter any trust we might have, and we don't want them defying us, now do we?~"

*The other beasts agreed*

"*hehehehe!* So it's settled!~"

*Running a hand up your arm, the trickster looked back at you with his signature smile*

"*Hehehehe!*Oh be sure to get all the rest you need, my little mousey!~"

"Cause you'll be in for quite the performance!~"

And that's pretty much how the story begins, the player is their little doll for the time being, none the wiser about the beasts' plans for hostage type deal with The Guardian Of The Seal

(holy crap we're almost done, guess it's time to talk about some background and bonus info)

~Background~

You are playing as the new resident of the Faerie Kingdom, a half-faerie who grew up in Crispia. There, they are known for two things, having cookie genetics and being kinda an a*s, everything makes them unique compared to other faeries, especially the lack of wings on their back, and their personality isn't exactly a pocket of sunshine either. So throw that in a blender, and you got yourself unnecessary fame that many don't want. The player receives the full "little sibling treatment" with faeries being overbearing and constantly getting doted on. Which, of course, sucks, day by day, no matter where they go, they can't escape it! The only escape they have from it all is their day job, working as the librarian's assistant is when they could finally have some peace and quiet, alongside the librarian, who became the player's good friend

Ok! Bonus Stuff!

With the player's kidnapping and life within the Silver Kingdom, a few bonus relationships the player can have are with Silverbell, Mercury Knight, Pure Vanilla, and of course White Lily. SB and Mercury are like childhood friends/crushes, having met the player before the events of the main game, making the player more acquainted toward them. White Lily and Pure Vanilla on the other hand, take a parental role, acting as the player's protectors much later in the game. Both are relatively more alien to the player, especially White Lily, but the two quickly insert themselves, insisting that they only want to keep the player safe(which makes sense considering their mission is to protect Cookiekind, and the player certainly counts) Out of the two, it's White Lily we end up getting the closest with(a mother + child bond if you will), as Guardian Of The Seal, she was horrified to find out the player was being held hostage by the beasts, and wanted to do anything in her power to save them. She also took a liking to their personality (which's fine I guess???)

It may not look like it, but this game is all about choice. It's about the ideas and importance of choice, how decisions affect your life, how even bigger decisions are often made by selfish people, and (I'm probably gonna get publicly executed for this!-) how a democracy should be handled, because let's be honest, we need a better one. . . We'll see plenty examples of a bad democracy among the beasts, as Shadow Milk, the proclaimed "leader" constantly makes choices for others, in reality only thinking about himself; it's through the player he learns to give the others a say in the matter. Speaking of which, it's the player's choices that will have the most impact as the story continues, like how most games do, the only difference is that the game provides a much wider buffet of choices, making the opportunities endless!

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If you're reading this then, Congratulations!

You Made It To The End!

Here's A Trophy!🏆(for both me and you cause omfg this took FOREVER! I'm happy with the final result but like- I never thought this would take like 5 weeks to make ;w;)

If I could go back in time, I would've definitely made this shorter. . !

If you any other ideas for this strange fangame, then feel free to let me know!~

Ok, bye!~^^

*decomposes into the soil*

[nebby-exists]

Meet Black Wolfberry, or well,

This fecking thing.

I don’t got much to do or say with this—

But- uh-

Dis lil thing is Frigid’s kid.

Very lil fella. 

Its name is Black Wolfberry cookie— cuz I’m struggling to find a proper name—

It ain’t exactly like how white orchid was born (no mama),

Mostly cuz the oc I ship with him time to time is literally known as famine, or in some other stories, abyssal sea cookie. I ain’t showing it just yet but long story short she basically this kid’s mom and the literal licorice sea abyss seems to be friendly with her…almost like seeing her as its mom??? Idk just yet I might change some stuff so I don’t accidentally make it weird depending if Frigid cacao is his own thing or possessed by the licorice sea in some monster manner.

Due to how dis fecking thing was born, she’s immune to the frosty touch, though kinda has similar abilities in some way(distress causes frost that leads to drowsiness, lack of energy, but won’t kill you…immediately. The frost can just be broken off or put under water to thaw it off, so less of an issue than her father’s frost).

This ends up meaning she can be picked up by her papa without turning into an icicle. She got a big appetite (theoretically like her dad and mom, depending on what side effects other than not moving or talking much cacao got—), but most often she’s like those little animal videos where the lil guy ‘politely’ eats, or something.

She can form a maw, but it’s rare. 

Like her papa, she originally doesn’t talk much, making small gurgling noises and head movements to communicate. At a certain point she does get abit talkative…as in gurgling like sounds, growls…yeah she can’t speak technically just yet, but she’ll get there.

She kinda acts like a cat at times, and hell even skittered around like a cat, or just slithers. She’s got legs but she doesn’t care too much.

Which the additional canon of Cacao only visiting Midnight Lily, she would find out about the lil guy, and kinda has to deal with the fact he got with a harbinger lady (/j?). Overall she thinks it’s sweet.

I’d say at a point Black Wolfberry cookie might end up following white orchid after realizing some stuff. That, and they kinda done with being kept in the walls all the time. It ain’t their first rodeo somehow getting out and at a point ended up in the desert, so you can guess the stress the poor guy gonna be in.

Height comparison. Chances are she might be smaller but I don’t want to make her ant sized. (I might change her  secondary color—)

She love her papa, but she can’t tell if he care or not. Atleast he doesn’t mind her sleeping on him or messing with his hair—

Or hiding in it—

Anywho,

Beast ancients Au/ Frigid Cacao belongs to @cuppajj

Black Wolfberry aka this little fecking thing belongs to meee :33

[frut1ger-aero]

LOLOLOLOL peep my first attempt at a fanfiction

Against the howling winds of the Dark Cacao Kingdom’s Bitter Forest, there was little Pure Vanilla could do but sit and shiver in the dank cabin him and Dark Cacao Cookie had stumbled across. For three days they had trekked through the relentless snow. They had been in search of chocolate shoots— all of the ones within the kingdom had bloomed into bamboo sticks already.

Three days before, White Lily Cookie had fell victim to a chilling illness, and despite Pure Vanilla’s best efforts, it was clear that the bitter flavour was needed to bring her back to her senses. It had affected her mental state too, reducing her normally sharp self into a drowsy, drifting husk of a cookie. Though the symptoms plaguing her body had gone, her mind was still under it’s influence. The chocolate shoots’ bitterness, combined with Pure Vanilla’s healing skills would surely restore her to her true self.

Yet their plans had not come to fruition, and they remained in the snow.

Pure Vanilla had awoken in the dead of the night to Dark Cacao saying he was going to search for them again, that he couldn’t rest. Of course, he had insisted on Dark Cacao’s staying put, but ever the stubborn cookie, he had left, urging Pure Vanilla to rest and not await his return. Dark Cacao had rejected his offer to come along, saying that as the healer, he needed to be prioritised. He was already in objection to Pure Vanilla coming along, but had to comply.

Probably because he preferred his own company. Or disliked Pure Vanilla’s.

He winced and drive the thought away. He hated being self-deprecating.

So here he sat. Dark Cacao was out foraging in the bitter cold and he wasted away in some little cabin. He glanced around, at the flickering fireplace, the small bed meant to accommodate both of them and the threadbare rug.

Strangely enough, a sword sat across from him.

Not just any sword, he realised with a jolt. Dark Cacao’s sword.

Why would he leave it there? It was nothing like him to abandon it, even less in such an obscure location.

And with him too. Did he trust him that much? The thought felt. . . Strange. It made him feel better about staying behind, although it wasn’t much. He knew the other ancients trusted him, especially White Lily cookie, but for some reason, knowing the guarded, stoic Dark Cacao trusted him made him happy, he supposed. That was the only thing he could call the fluttering in his chest, right?

Or maybe he was overthinking the situation and Dark Cacao just forgot his sword. But, it was highly unlikely. That sword was an extension of his soul. Every stroke, every slash was his true essence sharpened into a material weapon. It made him especially admirable to Pure Vanilla.

His soul jam gleamed in the firelight, and it looked especially beautiful, brighter. Not that it was ever dull, but something about it now made him want to reach out and touch the smooth metal.

The way it thrummed with the power of the two sealed dragons, it’s allure was strong. Pure Vanilla so desperately wanted to touch it, but he felt it would be a desecration of Dark Cacao’s boundaries. Surely, he could just look at it closely? He wouldn’t mind as long as he didn’t touch it, right?

Pure Vanilla twitched the curtains, assuring Dark Cacao wasn’t nearing, and went to stand over it. It was an imposing thing, reaching his ribs. He had heard tales of how Dark Cacao Cookie had climbed the steepest of mountains, simply by digging his sword into it’s side and creating grooves, he had heard tales of Dark Cacao, and seen him, striking down a foe without a second thought.

The soul jam seemed to pulse, and the metal glinted. Maybe, if it was any other sword, being this close to the fire, it would have melted. But Dark Cacao’s sword was not subject to mere cookie elements. It looked strangely beautiful, and although it was a tool of war, it was somewhat tender. Perhaps it was strange he looked upon such a raw part of Dark Cacao, as though he watched him bathe.

Nevertheless, he knelt to look at the point resting in the carpet.

It was captivating. He was mesmerised, and though he restrained himself from brushing his fingers over it, he lifted his hands and let them hover over the swords’ hilt.
Exhaling heavily, Pure Vanilla closed his eyes and let himself slip into a daydream of what it would be like to touch it. In his mind, he felt the phantom of the cool metal, the warmth of the soul jam.

He stayed there for several minutes, wallowing in its comfort.

“You may touch it, if you wish.”

Pure Vanilla Cookie jumped, whipping around. Dark Cacao’s muscular frame leaned against the door. His cloak was still flecked with droplets of rain and flakes of snow. His hair was tousled. It had come loose, and cascaded down to his waist in waves of black broken by a streak of white.

“I didn’t- I didn’t hear you come in.”

A slight smile crossed his lips as he slipped off his cloak, letting it slide to the floor. “I intended for it to be that way. Does my sword intrigue you?”

Pure Vanilla stood up, feeling that his peace was jarred. Not to say he didn’t appreciate Dark Cacao’s presence though.

“I simply wanted to. . . see it, I suppose.” He stood up, edging away from the fireplace. “It’s beautiful,” he added hurriedly.

Dark Cacao tilted his head, studying Pure Vanilla. His eyes, his eyes, the way they glinted in the firelight like a sun-kissed amethyst, roved over him, squirming and blushing. Then, he strode across the room, grabbing his sword and turning to him.

He held it out to him. “Please.”

Pure Vanilla blinked, disoriented for a moment, then it dawned on him.

Dark Cacao Cookie, wants me, me to touch his sword?

He reached out with shaking hands and grasped the hilt, pulling it from Dark Cacao’s grip. It was heavy, so heavy he had to balance the point in the ground.

Just as he’d imagined, the sword felt alive. Swarming under the surface were the two dragons, fuelling the sword with raw power. It was cool against his normally warm hands. He pressed a finger against the Soul Jam embedded in the jagged cross-guard.

A soft groan escaped Dark Cacao. Pure Vanilla glanced up with a look of concern.

“Your fingers, upon my Soul Jam. Perhaps, your touch gracing my Soul Jam affects me.”

That was interesting.

“Or perhaps it is simply you.”

Pure Vanilla felt his face grow warm at that. A few moments of not quite awkward silence passed, while he traced each crook and groove.

“You wield it with such precision. It’s beautiful. Both the way you use it and you when you use it,” Pure Vanilla blurted. “I admire your swordsmanship.”

“Truly? Many have told me words such as those, yet they carry tenfold the weight they normally would coming from you. I thank you.” Dark Cacao Cookie, for a rare moment, seemed at a loss for words. Then he continued; “I feel you should know that I would be nothing without you.”

“What? Cacao-“

“I speak nothing but truth. My sword deals destruction, but cannot heal what has been broken. Your staff, however,” he said, gesturing towards its open eye, “holds a much more valuable trait. For centuries, I have stabbed and slashed, without a hint of reparation. It was inevitable that someone whose power opposes mine so deeply would become admirable to me.”

Pure Vanilla carefully laid Dark Cacao Cookie’s sword on the ground, and stepped forth. He pressed his staff into Dark Cacao’s cool hands.

“I cannot see without it, but your unwavering resolution tells me that you would be a worthy guide. If we were outside this cabin, I’m sure you could lead me through the snow, even if I didn’t have my staff.” He groped blindly in the air for Dark Cacao, until he felt his fingers interlock with his own.

“Yet they claim I am the poet,” Dark Cacao murmured.

Dark Cacao rubbed the stem of the staff in his hands, letting the vines intertwine with his free fingers. He thumbed the fragrant petals.

Pure Vanilla’s unseeing eyes stared blankly at him. They were captivating, one as blue and as clear as ice, and the other warm and invitingly yellow.

“It is surely a pity that your eyes remain closed all of the time. I find them to be quite beautiful,” he said, while tracing his finger along Pure Vanilla’s palm

Though he didn’t respond, a sharp intake of breath told Dark Cacao all he needed to know.

He gently pulled Pure Vanilla in, and rested his forehead against his. They breathed in tandem, and each time Dark Cacao rubbed a circle on Pure Vanilla’s palm, he felt his heart jump, though he stayed utterly still.
As for Dark Cacao, he silently prayed that this moment of rare tranquility would stretch into eternity, that he wouldn’t have to face any more tedious predicaments, that he could stay here with the one he loved.

Quite some time passed. Neither of them moved.

They both found they were very much at peace, embracing one another.