#second watcher

[cuppajj]

i like to imagine this is what every neo beast meeting is like, and the middle dude would def be fc on the rare occasion he showed up

yeah

[caramelarrowswife]

Uhm, hi. Here, take care. *drops Purecacao prompt and runs* Pure Vanilla proposing to Dark Cacao after a battle thanks to Hollyberry and Golden Cheese suggesting it. Bonus if Dark Cacao’s watchers are witnessing it in subdued shock and anticipation

All Being Fine

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Dark Cacao Cookie and Pure Vanilla Cookie have been friends for a very, very long time. So long of a time that, perhaps, feelings may have sprouted from them..

Sometimes, all you need for a confession is an intimate experience (such as war) and irritatingly loud friends.

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Dark Cacao Cookie was never one for dramatics. What needed to be done was done in silence; who needed a whole show if it could be done in solitary? Extra theatrics were left to his more extroverted friends. It was one of the reasons he enjoyed battle.. cold and harsh reality, weapon against weapon, blood wild and free.

Speaking of battle, Dark Cacao had just returned from one. He had fought alongside his three dearest friends, and they had come together to discuss what had happened and how it could be prevented in the future.

Hollyberry Cookie and Golden Cheese Cookie had been having a bit of a friendly banter when the archer noticed their friend Pure Vanilla, the kind-hearted healer who insisted on accompanying the group during the wars, staring wistfully at Dark Cacao.

A look at Hollyberry confirmed Golden Cheese’s suspicions; he was pining yet again. It annoyed her endlessly; Pure Vanilla was blind, yes, but surely he could see how soft the stoic king became around him..?

Enough was enough, she decided.

With a mischievous smirk, Golden Cheese made her way over to Pure Vanilla, her steps as quiet and nimble as a cat’s. Pure Vanilla flinched slightly when she was next to him all of a sudden; he had not heard her approach.

“When are you finally making a move?” Golden Cheese said bluntly.

A red flush appeared on Pure Vanilla’s cheeks “A-ah, my dear friend, you misunderstand-”

“I’m not misunderstanding a thing. You’re in love with that man, and he’s in love with you - you’re just idiots, both of you, for not noticing. If you’re not going to walk up there to tell him about your painfully obvious feelings, I’ll do it for you,” Golden Cheese said, not unkindly.

“...” Pure Vanilla hesitated for a moment. He would rather stab himself than have to come to terms with the butterflies in his stomach, but to have Golden Cheese do it..? No, he would rather tell Dark Cacao himself.

Pure Vanilla stood up, both encouraged and discouraged by the cheers that came from the two women behind him. He could do this. He could be brave.

Pure Vanilla sat next to Dark Cacao. Immediately, he felt a soft throb of pain on his arm and leg - the warrior-king had not gotten his injuries treated yet. How typical.

“Let me heal you, Cacao,” Pure Vanilla said softly. A yellow aura surrounded his pale, slender hands as he took one of Dark Cacao’s. The healer’s hands trembled slightly; he was not used to the weather in the Dark Cacao Kingdom.

“It is unnecessary, truly,” Dark Cacao protested, despite knowing this was a battle he couldn’t win. “Hollyberry Cookie is in far more dire need of assistance than I am.”

“Hollyberry let her wounds be treated directly after battle, my dead,” Pure Vanilla murmured, before drily adding; “With a lot less of a struggle, might I say..”

“Ah..” Dark Cacao said wryly. “I suppose I cannot convince you otherwise, then..?”

Pure Vanilla smiled and did his work in silence. They both knew Dark Cacao secretly enjoyed the feeling of soft hands against his own.. his pride prevented him from admitting it.

After the umpteenth shiver from Pure Vanilla, Dark Cacao removed his thick cloak to wrap it around the other’s shoulders instead. Pure Vanilla murmured a soft ‘thank you’ before continuing his previous work.

Pure Vanilla’s hands stayed on Dark Cacao’s, even after all Dark Cacao’s wounds closed. It was noticed by both of the rulers; how could they not?

Dark Cacao slowly lifted Pure Vanilla’s mouth. He didn’t kiss Pure Vanilla’s knuckles, exactly, but his lips brushed over them - it was more than enough for the healer.

“Marry me,” Pure Vanilla said breathlessly.

It came as a surprise to both Dark Cacao and Pure Vanilla. The healer quickly recoiled, cringing into himself. Oh, for Heaven’s sake…

“I-I mean- that’s-” Pure Vanilla hid his face in his hands. A shame - had he used his Orchid to watch Dark Cacao’s face, he would have seen a slight blush.

After a second or three, Pure Vanilla felt two strong hands wrap around his wrists, pulling them from his face. He ignored Golden Cheese’s and Hollyberry’s hushed whispers; he couldn’t bring himself to care about them at that moment.

“It would be an honour,” Dark Cacao said quietly.

Pure Vanilla froze, before an uncertain smile appeared on his face. “Well. That’s- good, then.”

“Yes.” A rare chuckle escaped from Dark Cacao’s lips. “Yes, it is.”

When Dark Cacao looked up from Pure Vanilla’s face, he was met with the sight of Caramel Arrow Cookie, the Second Watcher and Crunchy Chip Cookie, all wearing matching shocked expressions.

Oh. It seemed the hushed whispers he had ignored earlier were less of victory and more of a warning, then…

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THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON!! Your wish is my command teehee

[awweshuucks]

Some second watcher and his two kids HC…. Gulp….

Sorry for grammar errors this isn’t read over and it’s a short list

- Second watchers name is caramel bourban cookie and he is the adopted dad/ bio uncle of Carrow. He took her in when she was a baby after her mom died as a warrior.

- SW was about 18-19 (he’s about 55 when the current story is taking place) when the dark flour war started and he fought in it. Since he was younger the elder warriors made sure to keep him where less action was happening. He has slight ptsd but luckily taught himself how to cope. And has scars on the side of his torso, his legs, and his arms but he forgot which ones he got from that battle and after it.

- Caramel bourban was the original first watcher, but he lost his eye in battle and grew older, though not weaker. Instead of retiring he decided to allow himself to be in place of second watcher (no one makes him feel any less because of it, in fact people think highly of him since he’s still a warrior and not ashamed to move down in status, even if its little to no difference)

- Carrows actual name is brown sugar cookie, however she goes by caramel arrow cookie to honor caramel bourban both for raising her and for letting her take his place as first watcher

- Carrow is younger than crunchy chip by 2 years, but she’s always been taller and a bit more mature that she jokes about being older a lot she forgets it’s not true. ( “oh yea he’s basically my little brother” “… I’m older than you? You know this?”)

- Crunchy chip was lost in the woods during a blizzard when he was younger, second watcher and a few other warriors who were on patrol found him and SW decided to take him back. CC acknowledged that SW helped him and was only comfortable around the citadel when he was around. So with permission, dark cacao let SW help the kid until he was healthier and could go back home if he has one. After a month or two, SW finally located his village and took him home. Crunchy chip begged for him to please return and visit and second watcher promised. Sometimes bringing Carrow with him.

- SW was actually the one who taughy dark choco how to use a bow. and happily allowed dark choco to be his daughters mentor. though he taught Carrow the basic stances and was the one to gift her with her first ever bow.

- Actually gets special permission from the king a lot. He doesn’t notice it but everyone can tell just how much cacao respects him and lets him get away with some things.

- even though it’s against warrior code or whatever the fuck it’s called, he actually can enjoy a sweet treat every once in a while. Though a “sweet treat” isn’t the same exact thing as our. The sweetest thing he can consume are those little caramel candies and even those can be a bit sweet. Similar to how Carrow drinks bitter tapioca

- Cocoa admires him, thinking he’s really strong and brave. SW thinks she’s really cute and likes seeing her talk with caramel arrow despite the 4 year age gap(He’s so girl dad trust me 😭😭😭😭)

I’ll write some more some time in the future maybe…. Not sure…..

[iceemoondemon]

Hi, i post here again :3

Anyways, here's some doodles of Violet Sorbet Cookie

AND NOW TIME FOR SOME INFORMATION ABOUT HER!!

🍨💜Violet Sorbet Cookie - A wizard specialized in healing, and baking, she's caring, and helpful to all, and loves ocean sightings, and starry nights, she loves her friends as well. she's a student in the Parfaedian Academy, and she gets along with the teachers, and Almond Cookie

As a child, she lived in a small house with four people in her family, her mom, dad, and her two sisters, the house was peaceful, and harmonic for the family, they would plan parties, game nights, and dinner nights, even go on carnival trips at times, but that one day, things started to crash, her mother, and father passed away from an unknown illness that was never going to be cured, and since the day they both passed, her sisters became brutal, violent, and they started to torment the poor Violet Sorbet Cookie, this would happen for three months, until it was finally dealt with, Violet Sorbet Cookie's sisters finally got arrested, and she moved to Parfaedia, and she went to the Parfaedia Academy to learn about magic specialties, two magical specialties that she learned are Baking, and Healing, there were other spells that she could learn in the future..

She has a photo of her family, and it reminded her of the old times when her family wasn't gone, her sisters, in prison, her mom, and dad, dead, she traveled to the Dark Cacao Kingdom, crying to herself, until she found a new friend, The Second Watcher.

The moment the Second Watcher comforted her, they both had this bond, a platonic one, and Second Watcher felt like Violet Sorbet Cookie could be his daughter, his adoptive daughter..

The years passed, and Violet Sorbet Cookie finally reunites with her adoptive father, it's been a long while since she last saw him.

NON VHS VERSION

[ellakinito]

The prince...

Characters: Dark Choco cookie, Dark Cacao cookie, Lavender Snowdrop cookie, Second watcher, Advisor 3, Healer 2

inspired by gaecactae Tw: Shitty writing by me, death, isolation, trauma :>

The Dark Cacao kingdom, located on the foot of the Great icing ridge, was ruled by King Dark Cacao cookie, but was a kingdom's king complete without a queen? The kingdom didn't wait long until Dark Cacao proposed to Lavender Snowdrop cookie, a fair, beautiful, and brave woman. The king and queen were very happy, the citadel beamed with life when the news broke of a successor to the king was soon to arrive, everyone was excited to meet the successor.. But sadly, the queen had fallen ill shortly after the prince was born..It was on that night that a tragedy would change the king forever...One of the royal advisors and second watcher walked into the throne room, a sad expression on their faces.. "Your majesty...The queen...she didn't make it..."

Those words sent a pang of sadness, pain, and other feelings through the king like a lightning bolt..Dark Cacao cookie stood up, a shocked and pained expression on his face. "Wh-what?! She didn't make it?! What do you mean?!"

The king's voice was choked up with pain and sorrow, he couldn't believe it..the one he loved most was now gone...just when they had finally had the son they wanted...Second watcher sighed "I'm sorry my king...the healers couldn't do anything to save her...We'll leave you to have some time alone." The advisor and second watcher walked out of the throne room, the king stood there, tears threatening to pour out of his eyes, what would he do without his queen..his precious Lavender snowdrop..The cookie who brought a smile to many cookies' faces, the cookie who always had the calming scent of lavender with her..The cookie who meant a lot to Dark Cacao cookie.. The days passed, the king was silently grieving in his study, the incense of lavender in the air, reminding him of Lavender snowdrop cookie as he looked at a vase of lavenders. "My sweet lavender...What will i do without you? You didn't deserve this fate...You never got to meet our son.." Suddenly one of the healers entered the room, a concerned look on his face. "Your majesty! The prince won't stop crying, I-I know your still grieving but we're desperate, can you please help calm the prince down?" "Lavender snowdrop cookie...she would've wanted me to be a great father to our son...and it is my duty now that she is gone...Alright, I'll try.."

The king walked into the prince's room and saw the baby prince, no older than 3 weeks, crying in his crib. The king gently picked up the crying prince "Oh Dark Choco cookie...It's alright, I'm here.."

The king paused when he noticed the prince's eyes, they were the same carmine color as the queen's "Ah...You have her eyes. Look at you, your just as beautiful aren't you? And just as observant too..A true gift from the witches.." The prince stopped crying and looked up at his father, and giggled with a smile on his small face "Hehehe, ahaha!" "Yes, hello there. It's me..your father.." A smile formed on the king's face as he hugged his son close "Hah..Your adorable...I promise from this day forward, no harm will ever come to you..I promise my little boy…” And with that, the king made sure that the prince never left the citadel grounds, out of fear that the same fate that befell the queen, would befall the prince as well...

[oceanamethyst]

dark cacao december day 4: loss

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[ashuribbon]

This was what happened in Chapter 13, right?

[little-cacao-agere]

If it’s okay to ask, how did the ancients, Dark Choco and Second Watcher learn about Dark Cacao’s age regression? Did he tell them??

(warning, this is a long one)

No, he did not tell them. He couldn't bring himself to (not willingly anyway). After all, he's got this image of a strong warrior. He can't let the others down. Though, there were certain incidents in which his now caregivers did find out.

The ancients had learned when they were younger after a particular incident and Dark Cacao had simply shut down. He was silent and, to their memory, was rocking back and forth whilst clinging to his bag. Hollyberry was trying to communicate with him and Golden Cheese was trying to make him snap out of it while Pure Vanilla and White Lily were trying to figure it out using their medical knowledge. After several hours of what could only be described as utter chaos, Dark Cacao had come to his senses just enough to tell them he was regressing. More chaos ensued, but it worked out in the end.

The Second Watcher found out after a meltdown. For context, the kingdom was in a low point and Dark Cacao was, at the time, about five months pregnant with Dark Choco. the now very horrified Second Watcher had pushed him too much about his wellbeing and other matters and he broke down. The Second Watcher panicked and gave him a stuffie he frantically found that seemed to work in calming him. Dark Cacao was lying on him, a small paw from the plushie in his mouth, when the Second Watcher realised. His mother's days in psychology had given him the knowledge to recognise age regression well enough to know it when he sees it. Lets say Dark Cacao, after that, had very embarrassedly told him he wasn't always like that and he can usually repress his emotions better, to which he was met with nothing but kindness.

Dark Choco found out because he walked into the Second Watcher caring for a regressed Dark Cacao. He was around 12 years old at the time, so he was very confused as to why his big, strong, heroic father was playing with a bunch of toys in a onesie. The Second Watcher then had to explain the concept of age regression, and how to tell the difference between voluntary and involuntary age regression when he sees it. Fast-forward a few years, and he remembers the conversation and brings it up. Dark Cacao tries to deny it, but through persistence and over-stubbornness, they end up working it out and Dark Choco has become a new, excited, and very proud caregiver to his little father.

[caramelarrowswife]

I LOVE THIS SO MYCH AAAUGH

Lil Drawing for @caramelarrowswife 's fic on my AU ^^

Fic can be found here please give them some love, I love reading their stuff

[excessive-moisture]

you can have one watcher meme

[spotsupstuff]

List of things that sparked joy in my little Ancient culture enthusiast heart:

The moths in the Ancient Urban are essentially pigeons, including the fact some of them are tagged.

Finally a proper and canon confirmation that Ancients really did have pets, positive relationships with animals and weren't Only stuck in glass cubes on display like Moon implies once. It can also mean that they did research into animal behaviour, such as tracking migrating and such. From how biologists are in real life, we can assume they were even genuinely passionate & happy about these type of things.

All the pottery and plates in that workshop room,

A confirmation that they did have paper and used scrolls for writing stuff down,

alongside with the pearls that they, too, could perhaps freely read or one of those things on the shelf there might be a pearl reader, if it is more technologically based (CDs type information keeping)

I also wonder if those things there are books- with stone tablet pages or paper ones? digital things hidden in hardcovers?- or something else entirely. Do they maybe hold orders for earthenware?

The masks on the wall, they feel so real compared to the murals.

Are they of the same person or is it of the workers there or maybe a family? Some of them look similar to those in the murals.

While at the concept of family, they had creches, but it doesn't sound like it was an outright job in the sense that they seem to have been community-raised (I fuckin' knew it I can put down my tin hat now).

They had hard beds, similar to what used to be used in old china iirc, along with that pillow/headrest

This kinda thing. They were made out of porcelain to keep the head cool in the night, but I think some where out of wood too.

The bustling of the city.

The normalcy of people going about their day, talking, the vehicles zipping by (they had some kind of motor vehicles!!!!).

The architecture, in both the Ancient Urban and the Outer Rim (those roofs made the right side worth it to me, that's how much I love these bastards)

I find it very funny that what looks to me like a REALLY poor ass cable management seems like the height of decorative prowess to them. Also some insight into how the void ,,bath" actually looked like.

The toys... just the toys.

Alongside these dialogues

And the one about him remembering the halls he ran through- oh when I say that I adore the fact that this Echo is a kid stuck here, lonely and vulnerable with polite speech not plaguing it.

The original Echoes combined with the Iterators' distaste for the species as whole painted the Ancients as these heartless things lazer focused only on the Ascension, religion and rituals. There wasn't much space for thinking about them in a more human manner and I feel like most of the fandom did depict the Ancients only as the impression was given. Bunch of posh full of themselves suckups, uncaring much for one another or anything around them.

I get kinda annoyed when there's an insistance that some kind of sapient species has done only bad. With humans, too, I just about had it with the demonization, negativity and staggering blindness to the beauty and good we can and do create- in both fiction and reality. Same goes for these dumbasses.

Disko kid here begs to challenge that impression. He's lost and alone and kind of scared, stuck here not knowing how to move forward. He mourns the regularity and simplicity of his room, the nostalgia of shelves and toys, the golden sunrays sneaking in through the windows. He brings a certain humanity into the consideration of Ancients.

That maybe, only maybe.. they deserve to be mourned.

[caramelarrowswife]

THE SECOND KING

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In an alternate universe far, far away, the roles are reversed. In this specific universe, Dark Cacao is not a king - at least, not anymore. He works as a maid in the Citadel very much like that one in our own dimension, for a king named Coffee Roll Cookie.. one we might know as the Second Watcher of the Dark Cacao Kingdom.

While this king, just as everyone, has his flaws, he isn’t stupid. He’s suspicious of his maid, the maid who does his job just a little too good and knows the insides of the Citadel just a little too well…

And Coffee Roll isn’t actively avoiding this maid because of a different reason, of course not. What a silly thought…

A/N: For @rolereversalauwatchercao/@randomspagetti, not because you asked for it, but because your blog is one of my favourite things in the world <3

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King Coffee Roll Cookie sat behind his desk in the royal bedroom, a stack of old records in front of him and his head in his hands. He had been reading for hours straight, which wasn’t very good for his remaining eye. Coffee Roll knew this for a fact because the healers at the Citadel had told him this very explicitly and very repeatedly.

The king was looking for a report on the old king of his Kingdom, the king who had left his people behind. Unfortunately for Coffee Roll, there had been a crack in the Wall a century or so ago, and the room where the records were stored was flooded.

This did not make his job a lot easier.

Coffee Roll was shaken from his thoughts by the knocking on his door. It was a knock he had long since memorised; two short knocks, one long knock and one short one again.

“Dark Cacao Cookie. You may enter,” Coffee Roll called out, straightening his back.

Dark Cacao walked into the room, lowering his head and torso in a small bow. “Your Majesty. I was sent to dust the books in your room on request of your healers.”

“Why do they always send you?” Coffee Roll sighed, burying his face in his calloused hands again.

Dark Cacao raised an eyebrow at the sight. “If it’s a problem, I can be replaced-”

“No!” Coffee Roll said a little too quickly, looking up. His cheeks darkened slightly at the intensity in his own voice, and he cleared his throat. “Err.. that will not be necessary. "You'll have to do.”

“Is that supposed to be a compliment?” Dark Cacao huffed out a quiet chuckle, walking past the king to dust the bookshelves behind him.

Was Coffee Roll really at fault for turning around to watch the maid stretch to his tallest to reach the ceiling shelves?

“Be careful with that,” Coffee Roll said as Dark Cacao reached the older books. “I don’t want them to disintegrate into dust. I’d hate to have your head chopped off for destruction of royal property.”

“Oh, don’t be silly,” Dark Cacao chuckled. “You haven’t had executed anyone since–”

A silence fell when the unspoken words echoed through their minds. Not since the last king fled.

“No matter,” The maid said quickly, continuing his work, “The important part is that the new anti-guillotine law was extremely popular amongst the residents of your kingdom, your Majesty.”

“Obviously. Who wouldn’t like a law that kept their heads attached to their necks?”

Dark Cacao barely suppressed a smile. “Ever the perceptive, sire.”

“Oh, don’t suck up to me, Cacao. I have enough of that with Affogato Cookie,” Coffee Roll scoffed good-naturedly.

Dark Cacao’s movement halted for a second, stopping his dusting. His smile tightened and left his eyes all together. Coffee Roll noticed.

“You seem tense. Is the relationship between you two that bad?” The king asked, turning to fully look at Dark Cacao.

“Affogato Cookie and I are not on good terms,” Dark Cacao said curtly. “I would appreciate it if you couldn’t compare me to him, sire.”

“..are you still convinced he poisoned you?” There was no smile on Coffee Roll’s face, but his good eye twinkled mischievously.

“Not only convinced, my lord,” Dark Cacao said darkly. “I know it for certain. He wants me gone.”

“If he poisoned you, shouldn’t you be having a seizure on the floor when you took it?” Coffee Roll pointed out. “Unless you drank poison every day since you were born to prepare yourself for the day an ill-intended royal advisor tried to kill you..”

Dark Cacao held his gaze.

“..you know, I don’t even think I’m going to finish that sentence.”

“I do warn you, your Majesty,” Dark Cacao said seriously. “That man is up to no good, I’m calling it.”

“Call all you want, Affogato is useful to the Kingdom,” Coffee Roll sighed. “I can’t banish him because you think he might’ve put something in your drink.”

“If that’s your final order..” Dark Cacao said cryptically. “Don’t knock on my door when he steals the throne.”

It was Coffee Roll’s time to raise an eyebrow, now. “Are you seeing you would deny your king access to your home in a time of need?”

Dark Cacao paused. “..forget I said anything.”

Coffee Roll laughed, putting his hand on Dark Cacao’s shoulder. A mistake, it seemed, as Dark Cacao subconsciously put his hand on the one on his shoulder. The king’s face immediately flared up and felt as hot as an oven.

“Right, then. Wonderful job. Off you go, now, back to.. whatever you maids do in your free time,” Coffee Roll said quickly, just barely managing not to stammer.

“But- sire, I haven’t finished dusting- and I am not a maid-!” Dark Cacao’s brows furrowed as he was ushered towards the door.

He just barely got to see a flustered Coffee Roll slam the door in his face, causing Dark Cacao to smile.

Undeniably endearing.

[solargeist]

I thought abt an AU (-of an au) where, when Xelqua is a bit older (13), Grian gets kidnapped by a random group of Watchers--they're not the typical kind at all, more creature than anything. So Xisuma and Xelqua go on their own little adventure to save him !

Mostly nonsense and noncanon, i was actually just practising drawing Xisuma prior to these.

[stressed-sock]

happy late mothers day to dark cacao

[based on this video xD]

[puppetslooselystrung]

eternal coma buddies

[vaguely-concerned]

can you even imagine what a fucking horror show the early game is from spite's perspective, though. not only is this funky forcibly severed little slip of the fade having to deal with the reverse cosmic horror of physical reality as perceived by a spirit and being trapped in it against its will -- existentially confused and disoriented and hurting and nothing makes any kind of sense, at the mercy of human cruelty at its most deliberately sadistic. and then the one source of comfort and compassion and some kind of safety and clarity that lucanis surely must have been to him in the ossuary despite everything just goes and shuts himself in his room inside with a seemingly passive aggressive number of locks between them and no explanation and won't speak to him and they're STILL in the fucking ossuary. rook came and found them and they could be free now (rook is here!) and still lucanis keeps them in the ossuary even though he PROMISED he promised they'd get out of there together!!! what the fuck DO you think at that point? like did he trick me that whole time??? he wasn't like zara before, so why is he doing this to me now? why isn't he saying anything? 'he won't move. I can't reach him'. at least in the ossuary they had a deal, a goal, a hope -- each other. at least he wasn't entirely alone, before.

this poor poor poor little spite spirit really was ferried into the real world like 'hey welcome to reality! as your first introduction to it you're first getting horrifically tortured and then getting to vicariously experience one of THE most distressing and harrowing psychological conditions the human brain can cook up for itself (a fully fledged and deeply entrenched freeze response flaring up with catastrophic severity due to an unbroken ongoing and unlikely to let up any time soon chain of Unfortunately... Recent Events). I think spite is being extremely reasonable and patient about the whole thing, when you put it into perspective. I'm not saying let him eat the self-lighting candles or anything, but he's got some extremely valid points along the way lol. spite is not only child-like, the metaphor work going on is a lot more pleasingly flexible and complex than that, but he is also helplessly existentially dependent on lucanis in a way that, if anything, is a heightened version of the way a child (or child part) has to depend on a parent to navigate the world and survive.

tl;dr: we truly don't give enough sympathy to spite for having to live in the head of lucanis dellamorte. a place even lucanis dellamorte would prefer not to be. to be fair to him I think lucanis would be the first person to agree with this lol