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〃✦ ┆ 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐘

Dark Cacao’s defence lowers upon seeing the colossal brute named the ‘Avatar of Destiny’, a creature, towering and wide, plumed with silken-white feathers and eye-shaped emblems carved into the crests of their wings. A mere slither of hesitation could cost Dark Cacao his life, and yet—Upon admiring the golden-hued edges of it’s lashes— The grip held on his Grapejam Chocoblade slackened as the beast approached, as beautiful and iridescent as he remembered. [The Avatar of Destiny is Pure Vanilla Theory, suggested by my friend. Thank you Najla. 💛 ]

[azurefae]

〃✦ ┆ 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐘

In a modernised setting, Pure Vanilla proposes the idea that they paint their nails in the colour of each other’s eyes. Of course, Dark Cacao has steadier hands and better precision so he’s more than happy to assist his dearest.

Alluding to this idea, Pure Vanilla tries to reassure him that, despite his vision, he’s capable through the aid of his staff. In response, Dark Cacao hums to him, “Pure Vanilla Cookie.. I have never doubted your capability.. The will of your testament is ultimately unshakable, but please. Grant me the honour of tending to you, for all your kind endeavours. Entrust me to return the favour of your compassion.”

Pure Vanilla’s lips curved into a bashful smile and his shoulders shrieked back; soaking in the buzzing cradle of his love.

[azurefae]

nevermind

[azurefae]

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐋𝐄 * ੈ✩‧₊˚*

I have nothing to offer today unless some CRK OC drawings(even tho here they’re all humanized) I did on a whiteboard with dear friends this evening. Please excuse the poor schedule and randomness I do 🙏🏼. (Also the crappy quality I didn’t had the courage to screenshot everything again..)

Thanks for the attention yall give to this, and I wish to any of you a good night/ good day.

[azurefae]

〃✦ ┆ 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐘

Happy Father’s Day to everyone in the United Kingdom!

The Dark Cacao Kingdom fell silent with mourning once Dark Choco Cookie abdicated from the throne, and the health of their King deteriorated. In his absence, Pure Vanilla stepped up to the throne and seized control over the public outcry regarding the future for their Prince-less Kingdom. To the public, Pure Vanilla was respectfully well-composed and an oracle in soothing the people’s teary dissent. However, when the sun soft glow dimmed and bled into twilight, he staggered to his feet. His knees bit onto the cold, chocolate-plated floor tiles and his shoulders crashed against the delicate frame of his empty cot. Once swaddling the young, exuberant Dark Choco Cookie.. His precious smile was nowhere to be found. The skies laughed pitifully at his him, he who wanted nothing more but to wake up to the sound of his infant laughter, or to see his reflection in those large, glossy eyes of him.

No matter how strongly he loved him, for all those times he kissed his supple, fat cheek and lulled him to sleep with a dulcet whisper— It wasn’t enough. It was never enough.

Dark Choco Cookie— Their Dark Choco Cookie was nowhere to be found. And what pain it was to keep breathing, to know that grief was all he had left of him.

[azurefae]

〃✦ ┆ 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐘

Over a pot of tea, Dark Cacao Cookie recalled his most recent visit from Pure Vanilla Cookie, and pondered as to why his departure left him feeling so unfulfilled. He frowned and took a swig of his tea. It was of fine chamomile, traditionally sold in the shops of the Vanilla Kingdom, and one of many kind gifts brought to him by Pure Vanilla Cookie. The taste melted on his tongue, refreshing with a honey-like sweetness, and—Like magic— promptly disarming Dark Cacao of all his frustrations.

He didn’t try to resist, and lazily his eyes fluttered shut. He thought back to Pure Vanilla’s departure, and how he felt in the familiarity of his goodbyes. The hilt of his sword crushed beneath his grip, utterly and most indescribably incapable of gifting his friend an earnest goodbye, and racked under the weight of his own strength and mental fortitude. He couldn’t stand to watch as Pure Vanilla’s silhouette drifted away, and yet it felt like courtesy to neglect each and every one of his affairs just to merely settle his gaze on his glowing visage. No man could dare deprive him of such a sight, dare they even try. As days passed, nothing had changed. Like pillows of snow clinging to the chalky-white rooftops, he couldn’t shake this weight from his shoulders. Briefly, it was sweet, like his pure, chamomile tea with a vanilla-like taste, and then the mellow aftertaste set in, scorching his tongue with a dried bitterness.

He took another swig of tea. Beautiful, and brimming with sweetness. He gazed longingly into his drink, admiring its golden-hue swishing around and crashing against the walls of his teacup. The flavour swept his cluttered thoughts away, and he reminisced of all the times where Pure Vanilla capered to his side, twirling his heel and calling out his name like a sung prayer. He remembered the slenderness of his fingers, and whether it truly was a fever he came down with, or something more.

Something indescribable. Something utterly, most feverishly beautiful. Something that could not be fought with a sword, something that tested the will of his strength. Something warm, and rich, beautiful and brimming with sweetness like his fine, Pure Vanilla tea.

He spat out his drink.

[azurefae]

〃✦ ┆ 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐘

Pure Vanilla can distinguish the sound of Dark Cacao’s footsteps from others.

Dark Cacao doesn’t handle heat well, so Pure Vanilla cools him down with a wafer fan. Although, the sparkling sweat that drips down Dark Cacao’s cheek and his dishevelled, lavender robes make him appear very handsome.

Dark Cacao pressing plentiful soft kisses upon the tips of his husband’s fingers. Pure Vanilla makes a surprised remark, bashful in his actions, but doesn’t dare pull his hands away.

After Pure Vanilla’s return, Dark Cacao’s hugs last a little longer than expected.. Not that Pure Vanilla minded, however. He buried his nose in the crook of his neck, his spine and branching all the way to his knees tingled as he inhaled the penetrating scent of rich dark chocolate.

[azurefae]

Very clear devsis, thank you very much

[azurefae]

Work doodle ❤️❤️

[azurefae]

Hello my love… If you’re accepting requests perhaps I can see some PureCacao :3c

Hi dear ๑•͈ᴗ•͈๑, here are some I did I hope you will like them!!!! Thanks for the request we need more PureCacao in this era🗣️‼️

I hope you’ll like them heheheh

[azurefae]

Bonus ft my OC

Hello my love… If you’re accepting requests perhaps I can see some PureCacao :3c

Hi dear ๑•͈ᴗ•͈๑, here are some I did I hope you will like them!!!! Thanks for the request we need more PureCacao in this era🗣️‼️

I hope you’ll like them heheheh

[azurefae]

Hello my love… If you’re accepting requests perhaps I can see some PureCacao :3c

Hi dear ๑•͈ᴗ•͈๑, here are some I did I hope you will like them!!!! Thanks for the request we need more PureCacao in this era🗣️‼️

I hope you’ll like them heheheh

[azurefae]

💛 🩵 x 💜 🖤

I love Truthless Recluse x Dragon Lord

[azurefae]

〃✦ ┆ 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐘

Due to his visual impairment, it’s not frequently that the colours of Pure Vanilla’s eyes are known by other Cookies, except for moments where he’s caught in riveting sensation or his befriended staff is absent from his side. However, Pure Vanilla disregards his blindness to catch small, trivial glimpses of his husband from across their chambers. Even with his back turned, Dark Cacao halts, freezes, in his step at the feeling of his eyes, pure yellow and blue, and glittering like fine, prismatic watercolours, eyeing him with adoration.

[azurefae]

〃✦ ┆ 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐘

Dark Cacao has taken it upon himself to teach his husband the fine artistry of calligraphy. Intertwining their hands, he advised Pure Vanilla on the importance of taking great care and patience in his strokes. The mere, brisk weight of his pen could drastically alter the neatness of his work, and the feeling of Dark Cacao steady, firm hands clasping onto his.. Pure Vanilla could feel his confidence surging.

As he expected, his poor sight interfered with the quality of his work, but with his husband’s concentrated tone tickling his warm ears, Pure Vanilla’s glossy paper was quickly adorned in dark, refined strokes of ink in no time! Of course, his husband was certain in his prowess from the start.. and yet emotionally unprepared to see his name written with beautiful cursive hearts and masterful strokes. Ha, after all these years and Pure Vanilla still finds ways to make his heart swoon!~

[azurefae]

〃✦ ┆ 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐘

Pure Vanilla holds up the amethyst jewel of his husband’s souljam and holds it endearingly in his palms. The gleaming, lavender jewel serenades him with the soft mellowness of Dark Cacao’s voice, and Pure Vanilla’s eyes sparkle in its reflection.

Dark Cacao fell silent quickly after their first introduction. There was something so magnetic and sacred in those beautiful, prismatic eyes of his.

[azurefae]

〃✦ ┆ 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐘

Merrily, they stroll through the chilly, snow-clad streets and link their arms together for closeness. Pure Vanilla skips his feet happily as the snow beneath his feet crumples like svelte mulberry paper, unaware of his husband’s soft, lingering gaze keen on his reddened nose. Like crystalline starlight, snowflakes fluttered from the skies sewn with white, dainty clouds and settled directly upon his husband’s nose. It seemed that all things, big or small, were remarkably drawn to Pure Vanilla’s glowing visage. His eminence was not one of a searing hearth, or one of a sweet-scented candlelight daring to rise, but a small, golden light that sits perched on one’s soul, springing warmth and love into the fullness of one’s being. A light that shines most brilliantly in the face of adversity, and in the depths of Pure Vanilla’s happy smile.