My multishipper heart is putting all four of this man's hands to work. Fuck you, polyamory beam.
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-Pure Vanilla Cookie hummed to himself, using his staff to aid him as he walked. It was a nice day, really. Sunny, warm but not too hot, and a few lovely clouds drifting across the sky. It was peaceful, which was rather ironic given who he was visiting. He supposed it was the 'calm before the storm', as some cookies say.
Upon reaching his destination, he stopped, looking around and using his staff to aid him in seeing since, he would essentially run into every window ever had he not had his staff. It truly was a blessing, but that was besides the point. He soon let his staff rest against the ground, deciding simply to wait.-
~ @earthbreads-delicacies (Not The Best Starter But Yolo, Polycule GO!)
Burning Spice grumbled to himself. It was an annoyingly humid day today. Normally, he wouldn't mind -- he would even enjoy such a challenge, taking the world at its harshest and persisting in spite of it.
A bead of sweat trickled down his neck. The beast growled again, louder this time, and slammed a fist against his throne. Might as well take a walk to get rid of his excess energy.
He passed Spicelings in the halls of a smaller temple that had been built recently, the warriors-in-training calling out greetings to one another... and to him, if they were brave enough. He rewarded those efforts with a grin, showing all of his razor-sharp teeth.
The young cookies needed someone to look up to, after all. Who better than the Great Destroyer himself?
A brush of fur against his ankle alerted him to his second-in-command's presence.
"Great Destroyer," Nutmeg Tiger said in lieu of a greeting.
Burning Spice smiled, "Nutmeg Tiger. Are you planning on following me to my destination?"
"I- Uh..." she sputtered, "Ah- ahah... if only as a precautionary measure, milord."
"...I see," Burning Spice sent her a glance, but shrugged, "Very well. You may accompany me for as long as you can keep up."
"Of- of course!"
They exited the temple, the beast heaving a sigh of spice-filled air as he gazed out at his lands.
With a leap, he flew into the dunes, wind whipping against sweat-slick skin and cooling him down a considerable amount. It was nice to run, bare feet kicking up sand and spice alike as he looks over his shoulder to see Nutmeg Tiger keeping pace.
The two shared a feral grin, and urged their legs to go faster.
He had a destination in mind, of course -- Shadow Milk had mentioned that his little "Vanilly" had wanted to meet him -- so he angled towards their agreed-upon meeting spot. It was a plateau near the Forest of Aromalice. A more temperate climate, considering the king was from Crispia and likely not as used to the heat as Golden Cheese and her little assistant had been.
The beast alights on the ground with surprisingly gentle footsteps, a light tap of paws from Nutmeg Tiger being his only indication she had followed.
Now, where was this little king..? Ah. There.
Burning Spice strides up to Pure Vanilla, leaning over so that his shadow blocked the other cookie's view of the sun.
"Hello, little king," he growls as he bares his teeth, "I do hope we didn't keep you waiting. Such a pretty cookie shouldn't be left alone near those woods, after all."
#spicedrice#rp ask blog#spicecabinet#oh he is ALLL over the place#his mind is a mess and i love it#he manwhores his way out of more situations than he reasonably should tbh. the flirting is a side effect of that.#no i do not know#so do not ask#because i will not answer
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*awkwardly folds hands* Shawty I would like to inform you than anon is off
Burning Spice huffs, a flame flickering in front of him for half a second before he leans down to the magical fire in front of him.
"Who are you calling Shawty?? I'm at least 2 apples taller than you, little flame."
[it should be fixed now]
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Blog Intro--
"Nothing lasts forever. Nothing but fire, and rubble, and smoke."
Askbox: OPEN!
[Ah shit, here we go again...]
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Hi, I'm Loaf, and I'm LOSING MY MIND because of these STUPID STUPID COOKIES. AUGH. Free me </3
Burning Spice uses he/it pronouns. I use all the pronouns :D
Doodles will occur at random (when I feel like it). I (Loaf) am a multishipper. Burning Spice has four arms. Therefore, four hands. Therefore, he holds hands with four cooki- *i am dragged offstage*
Other blogs: @a-lilyinthevalley - White Lily blog. Easily my most active currently. @milkstar-galaxies - I caved. Made a Milky Way blog. Dramatic sigh. @a-sea-of-longing - SEA FAIRY IN MY HOUSE??? Yeah sure ok. @string-in-time - String Gummy nO- @flebdoodle - Main blog!! Art 'n stuff prolly.
--Tags-- #spicedrice - in character, canon posts #spicebloops - in character, non-canon posts #spicecabinet - answering asks #loafcrumbs - ooc mod things
Enjoy your stay!
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