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uhhhh did I say that I was returning to this blog soon uh uh whoops--

I’m sorry y’all (for anyone still around lmao) but I’ve lost my muse for my sweet Raindrop Cake son ;; I’m not going to delete his blog or anything since I might regain the muse in the future, but for now this blog is officially inactive! I am elsewhere on tumblr still doing my art and roleplaying thing so if you happen to recognize my art or something feel free to come say hi ;)

Thanks for the all the fun I’ve had in this fandom! It’s been an absolutely great experience for me and I really do hope that I’ll gain enough interest to return some day <3

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Whoops did I say relatively short amount of time??? I meant over a month later lmfao-- ;;;;;;

ok but my last exam is in a week, and I’ve kinda been dealing with some IRL stuff lately so I dunno how motivated I’ll be in the week after, but I’ve started getting back into food fantasy so you can at least expect me to be lurking or maybe even post some art here and there! I don’t really wanna bore you with the negative details of what’s been going on lmao but I’ll feel better once the semester’s over.

on a more relevant note, I... don’t know what the state of my drafts are, so I’m just going to drop all the threads-- I’m pretty sure half of the people who I was rping with are gone anyway lol

If you’re interested in rping with me once I come back officially, leave a like and I’ll write a starter later, or just hmu <3

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oh my god I fell off the face of the earth asljfhdkjbgfdskhbg school was kicking my ass jesus christ

I swear I’m not dead and I’ll return back to my blogs in a unspecified but relatively short amount of time sorry guys

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【Food Fantasy】 九龍レトロ (Kowloon Retro)

Song: トーマ (Tohma) Original: sm18821036 Lyrics Translation

Warning: This fanmade video contains blood, death, flashing lights, nooses/hanging, and is a MAJOR SPOILER for Peking Duck’s backstory.

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raindrop cake

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tiermade‌:

     There was a glimmer in her eyes just then at the invitation. It was as if her whole appearance brightened just because someone wanted her accompaniment. Or was it because she would have company for once in her ‘ boring ’ hobby ? Either was equally plausible. “ I’d love to join you if you wouldn’t mind the intrusion. ” A hand rose, poised to take hold of his wheelchair when she suddenly paused. Ever helpful as the food soul was, Tiramisu had been told a few times she was too helpful. A small thing that was being worked on.

          “ Um… Would you like me to push you ? O-Or do you prefer doing it on your own ? ” 

What a sweet woman. She was so excited just to have Raindrop Cake of all people as company... He didn’t really understand it, but perhaps, he inadvertently make someone’s day...? That was something to be glad about. His gaze trailed over to see the hand outstretched towards him freeze, and guessed what was going through her mind based on how considerate she tended to be. “...Thank you for your consideration, but you do not need to care so much about me.... I do not mind either way.” He had long gotten used to people steering him in whatever direction they liked, after all. He’s learned to take it as a break rather than get offended. “Shall we?”

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What. An apology? Seriously what the hell. Whiskey didn’t want a damn apology from the food soul for being pathetic. But at least the other acknowledged he was pathetic. Raindrop Cake? So that was what this poor souls name was. Ugh, it disgusted Whiksey that this food soul didn’t seem to care he had a dagger aimed right at his face. Where was the fear? Just a little fear. It was no fun if they didn’t flinch.

“Yeah, you do look really useless. I almost pity you. I suppose no master attendants want to take a broken soul like you into their care. Tell me Raindrop Cake, are you forever bound to that contraption or can you walk and just choose not to?” It honestly didn’t matter to him what the answer was. “But where are my manners, i’ve yet to introduce myself. You may call me Whiskey.”

Where are his manners indeed. He was almost tempted to raise an eyebrow at the phrase, considering all of the insensitive questioning and insulting he was doing; the lack of introductions was perhaps the least rude thing the other had done so far. “...It is... a pleasure to meet you, Whiskey.” Well, not exactly a pleasure, but Raindrop Cake knew a few Food Souls who were violent and abrasive prima facie who turned out to be very kind individuals underneath the prickly exterior. So, he decided not to take the behavior to heart.

“I am still surprised myself at the kindness and consideration that many humans have given me while I was under their care, but... I agree that I always find it unfortunate for any Master Attendants who end up summoning me.” At the second question he hesitated, staring down at his lap and speaking slowly. “...I... suppose it is... rather a matter of what you consider as being bound.” He blinked away the deep sadness that seeped through his gaze, shaking his head slightly.

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     ❛  I- um.. ❜

     Jiuniang’s gaze was pointed downwards,      and small hands gripped at the sides of her      cloak. She’d practiced what she was going      to say earlier.. But it was proving to be a       bit more difficult than she thought it would be.      Fumbling around in the inside of her cloak      for a moment, the smaller food soul produced      from it what appeared to be a small, somewhat      shabby-looking paper crane. It wasn’t as good as      the one’s that Sake made, but he said that it was      still good for a first try.

     ❛  I- I made this for you.. ❜

Blinking in surprise as he stared at the crane in her small hands, he was momentarily struck speechless, wondering why she would give him of all people a gift. It wasn’t like they had spoken, or otherwise interacted much... and it wasn’t like he did anything at all to deserve such a thing. But the sentiment caused his gaze to warm as he delicately plucked the paper crane from her hands and turned it over carefully in his own. “...Thank you, Jiuniang. That is... very kind of you. I will treasure it dearly.” After an awkward pause, he glanced around in thought. “...Would you... like to sit with me? If you are not busy...” Though, surely she had some other people she would rather spend time with, right? Like Sake, or Yellow Wine... ‘Oh. Though they may be busy as well.’

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HUFFS ok I think that’s all of them... please let me know if I missed a reply! 

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...Why was he being insulted by a stranger first thing in the morning? The situation was... rather baffling. Though he probably should have felt insulted at being called pathetic, it wasn’t like the other was wrong... So Raindrop Cake was relatively unruffled as he eyed the dagger threatening him, speaking blandly. “Ah... I imagine so. I apologize.”

Casually fiddling with his umbrella and sliding it shut, he rested it on his lap as he considered the other. “...My name is Raindrop Cake, sir. ...Was there something you needed? As you can see, I am... quite useless, so I’m afraid I would be of little help.” He was almost absolutely sure the stranger had bad intentions, but he wasn’t exactly intimidated. What was he going to do... kill him? If a monster like himself died to some random stranger, he would deserve it anyway.

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“And what have we here? I’ve seen all manner of humans and food souls pass me on this day. But you……are by far the most pathetic i’ve seen today.” Whiskey had idly been watching from nearby. Case by his side, twirling the tip of his dagger upon the palm of his hand. Or so he had been doing. But upon seeing the wheelchair bound food soul, he had now gripped the hilt of the dagger and pointed the tip of his blade in the others direction. 

This food soul was the definition of miserable, Whiskey could clearly see it upon his face. Heck he almost felt sorry for this soul, almost. Perhaps he should just put it out of its misery here and now but………..he’d wait. Maybe he could have a little fun first. It had been awhile since he tortured anyone. “Got a name?”

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It was a typical, quiet day as Raindrop Cake sat in silence, feeling the sunshine bathe his skin in a hug of warmth. He was drifting in and out a little from his thoughts, appreciating the calm of the little corner window he had found and claimed, as well as the distant clamor of life and business coming from the other Food Souls. The window had a direct view of the beautifully blooming tree planted just at the side of the road, and his hazy gaze lazily followed the whimsical paths of the plum blossoms as they swayed on their branches.

He wasn’t expecting any sort of visitors; he was mostly left to his own devices due to being quite useless for any tasks that his Master Attendant required assistance for. So when the sight of a young Food Soul shuffled towards him in his peripheral vision, he was quite surprised despite not showing it. At the hesitant, tiny voice, he turned his gaze onto the other and responded with his own calm tone. “...Yes?” Was there something you needed, he was about to say, but then Raindrop Cake paused and considered the other and her timid appearance. “...How may I help you, Jiuniang?”

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     Jiuniang was no stranger to loneliness. It was part     of her life for as long as she could remember. It was      not always voluntary, but she found it easier when       it was at least her CHOICE to be alone. That way,      she didn’t have to worry about saying or doing      the wrong thing. As long as she’s alone, she      doesn’t need to fear REJECTION. Everyone was      happier that way, right?

     But it didn’t always work like that. It was okay      when it was just HER who was lonely. But      seeing another food soul looking so forlorn &       sad all the time was… Difficult to endure. She       wanted to talk to him–  She really, truly did.      But she was worried that she might make       him more upset. 

     It took her a good few days to muster up the      courage to approach him, but she did eventually      manage it. Now there was just the matter of…      Actually….. Talking to him.

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A wagashi chef... ah... how nice. The haze of darkness in his mind cleared for a moment as he felt a faint anticipation stir in his heart; surely that meant his new Master Attendant enjoyed similar tastes to himself? Raindrop Cake enjoyed making wagashi, though it was only as a hobby and to accompany the many hours nursing cups of tea. He was a passable amateur at least, but... He always did wish to refine his craft a little better than his clumsy midnight baking. Perhaps if he were in a better mood, he would have said as much, but as it was he simply nodded in understanding at the other’s introduction, hands folding on his lap and expression not betraying his thoughts.

As he was predictably assigned to restaurant duties rather than anything involving more risk, Raindrop Cake bowed. He... He should tell him that despite how he looked, he was much more effective in battle, right? But he was selfish; he didn’t want to fight... even if it was perhaps the one thing he was good at. “... As you wish, Master. Please instruct me as you wish.” He paused and lifted his head, meeting the other’s eyes with his own somber gaze. “...As you can see... I am a useless Food Soul... so I apologize in advance. I will most likely... simply be a burden.”

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                   Katsuie frowned —– what was this sudden apology about ? The two of them had only just met ——– what could this Food Soul have done to upset him ? The apprentice chef’s eyes trailed down the Food Soul’s face to…a giant wheel ? Wait —– was this Food Soul resting in a wheelchair ? Was that what he had apologized for ? As the Food Soul began to introduce himself, Katsuie tugged his gaze back up towards his face.

                    ❛❛ Understood. It is a pleasure to meet you, Raindrop Cake. My name is Shibata Katsuie. I am an apprentice wagashi chef. ❜❜ Should it have been possible to summon a Food Soul in a wheelchair ? All of the Food Souls he had ever seen had been able to walk around on their own legs. Had Katsuie made a mistake during the summoning process ? Or had a previous owner inflicted this level of abuse upon Raindrop Cake ? At any rate, a wheelchair-bound Food Soul could only perform a limited set of duties. Exploration and fighting were out of the question. ❛❛ From now on…I suppose that I shall have you work under me in the sweets shop. ❜❜

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       ‘ THAT’S FINE. you’re a killer. has anyone ever told you that killing’s what a food soul is MEANT to do? ‘  hand carelessly tosses the other’s wrist back and he moves to stands behind the wheelchair, swiftly lifting upwards it in an attempt to dump and deposit its owner right onto the floor.  ‘ i’m telling you accept your purpose. i’m telling you you have a future, and it’s with ME. what are you really clinging onto? the house and its memories, or your own hopelessness? ‘  the answer should have been OBVIOUS, but in the case that it wasn’t, a finger jabs pointedly at the still-bleeding cut on boston’s cheek.  ‘ you’ve just stood up and cut me. you aren’t half as worthless as you think you are. i’m telling you if you want to go anywhere, if you want to stop thinking ‘what’s the damn point‘ towards everything, then start by tearing this house DOWN! ‘  another board is violently extracted from a window, hard-pried off by a claw — there’s one more left, already loose and waiting across the shattered glass, and a hard KICK offers the other guiding direction.

       ‘ in this world, there isn’t anything that will feed you real pity. all of us have to CRAWL towards something better, or die trying. i don’t want an apology, i want an ATTEMPT. now, MOVE. ‘  only the strong were able to decide what others ‘deserved’ : this was the natural ORDER of a universe bred off war.

“No, a Food Soul is mean to protect-- hey!!” Finding himself crashing into the floor again, Raindrop Cake made a pained grunt as he turned his head to stare at the one standing so imposingly above him. The other Food Soul was so... arrogant, violent and crass... but if he were honest, he couldn’t help but be slightly impressed. Here was a man that just did anything he wanted, and... despite the horrible way he was going about it, in a way the other was trying to help him-- pull him out of the darkness that he clung to so hard and take Raindrop Cake with him under the burning light of the sun.

A future... with him... He wanted... a monster like him...? He wanted a murderer?

His voice came out weak and trembling. “I.... I don’t.... Master...” Was it okay? Breaths came out in short gasps as hot liquid slid down his cheeks for the first time in years; his vision doubled for a moment with torrential rain and cherry blossoms as he swayed. Was it okay, to believe in this stranger’s words even a little? Suddenly a force knocked the air out of his lungs as he was kicked, and he let out an aggrieved whimper as his fingers clenched the dust on the floor. A moment passed in stillness, then another, before he finally, shakily pulled himself up onto his feet, hands clutching his umbrella like a life line. Drops fell onto the rotting ground. “... Can I...... believe in you....? That I... That you...” Feet crunched across the glass fragments, a hand extending to stroke the wooden boards gently. ‘Master... is this your way of saying that you forgive me...? Am I... supposed to let go...?’

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It wasn’t really that often he was sent of deliveries, at least compared to some of the other more energetic Food Souls, but Raindrop Cake was at least a little pleased that this was his task for the day. It was really lovely weather outside; the ideal amount of sunshine and clear skies made it perfect for a stroll outside.

...Perhaps a bit more of an awkward consequence of his task, however, was being paired off with the Food Soul beside him. He didn’t know Spam that well, mainly because there was little opportunity for them to interact, but his impression so far was that she was... kind. She reminded him of... someone long gone, with how she was running around selflessly, trying to help anyone who might be in need. Though it did delay their delivery, he didn’t mind. He was originally slow anyway, so it wasn’t like the food would have been delivered any faster if it was just himself. It was just a bit awkward because, well... he wasn’t sure what to say. Raindrop Cake was comfortable with silent companionship, but he inwardly worried a little that she was taking his lack of conversation as an indication of dislike rather than appreciating the atmosphere.

Blinking a little as he felt another gentle tug on his sleeves and broke out of his thoughts, he looked up at the other in question. “...Ah, well... the tasks themselves I certainly don’t mind... it is just...” Always slowing the others down. Taking far too long on his own. Eyes of strangers trailing after him, staring at his wheelchair. Bumping into everything. Failing at doing even these simple tasks. Knowing he was useless even if Selena or any of the other Food Souls thought differently. Knowing it was... just his own excuse... Raindrop Cake exhaled a little, shaking his head. “...My performance always leaves something to be desired. It is admittedly quite difficult to be efficient with my condition, so...” A pause. “Oh... but you are pleasant company, so I’m enjoying today’s outing more than usual.”

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     Early morrow showers weren’t ever a peculiar sight in the Light Kingdom; the droplets of above were gentle reminders that all of their past fires were able to be extinguished – in one form or another. However, there was a tale that Spam escorted to the back of her mind. Underneath the protection of a see-through umbrella, the young woman brushed over her outfit, ensuring that there weren’t any creases. One’s image had been an important matter for those in the dining business, especially when they set foot outside of their workplace and carried out tasks in the name of their job! 

    Binding her rosette curls with a black rubber band, one that she had conveniently borrowed from Master Attendant Selena, grey irises glanced towards the moving figure to her right. A silent fellow who withdrew himself from all means of conversation, Raindrop Cake wasn’t ever a Food Soul she knew personally. Connections were inevitable in the lifetimes that every Food Soul had been through, yet, he had been one that was obscured from interactions or from her memory. Whichever it was, it would’ve guilted her endlessly if they had met years ago and her memories were murky. 

     Whatever the case may be, Spam rested the metal stem of the umbrella against her shoulder, aimlessly twirling it as if it were a parasol on a sunny Sunday afternoon. And, with the utmost care, she never veered away from the gentleman’s side. Except, there were moments where she’d tug onto the other’s sleeve, nodding her head in the direction of other humans. Of course, she couldn’t ever refrain from assisting others…and that included those that were accompanying her too. 

      Yet, her frail fingertips found themselves tugging once more at the sleeves of Raindrop Cake’s top. Her lips barely parted, her inquiry softly meeting the other’s ears. 

     “Raindrop Cake, may I ask you something?” She furthered explained her question. “Have you ever enjoyed delivering food to others or even working at the restaurant? I haven’t been able to tell.” 

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This was... certainly a surprise. Raindrop Cake wondered if he was dreaming or hallucinating-- it wasn’t exactly common to meet yourself. It was like staring back into a mirror... except it wasn’t. At a loss for words, his eyes trailed over the other’s form, his heart stirring up with a shared grief and recognition. Ah... The turbulent depression rolling off of the other him in waves was... so familiar. Was he meeting his past self? All at once memories of years in cold darkness flashed behind his eyes. Rain... cherry blossoms... they clung so much to himself still, despite everything. And yet, they clung even more to the version of himself that sat before him.

Lips parted for a moment then closed again before he made a flimsy decision in his mind. Instead of addressing his doppelganger directly, he went through the motions of brewing and preparing tea, the familiar scent of sencha surrounding them both as the water was boiled and poured. Taking his time and calming his heart, he finally approached the other with a tray of tea and daifuku extended towards him. “Shall we go see the flowers?”

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   it  was  both  strange   …  &.  relieving  to  see  …  himself?  ——  how  the  summon  must  be  so  strange  in  such  events  how  Raindrop  Cake  could  only  stare  at  his  reflection.  ah,  would  not  the  only  witness  the  torment  &.  pain  he  has  gone  through?  they  have  both  experienced  such  wickedness  of  cruel  life.

they  had  both  … .  

no.  he  shall  not  speak  &.  simply  return  his  gaze  back  to  his  lap,  where  that  of  warmth  was  kept  from  a  small  body.

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Me? Finally doing drafts??? It’s more likely than you’d think--

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TAGGED BY:    @wildbamboorice @miserydrop TAGGING:   RECEIVE THE HOLY GRAIL..... just take this lmao

NAME:   Raindrop Cake GENDER:   Cis Male ORIENTATION:   Panromantic homosexual PREFERRED PET NAMES:   He’s not sure, but he’s open to them RELATIONSHIP STATUS:   Single; somewhat open but not looking FAVORITE CANON SHIP(S):   Raindrop x Suffering.... FAVORITE NON-CANON SHIP(S):   Raindrop x Happiness ; _ ;

OPINION  ON  TRUE  LOVE:   He thinks about love quite a lot and has read a few romance novels, so he understands the general concept. However, he’s still very confused about it as well; why is it that someone can love someone else? It’s because of a general culmination of their traits and shared experiences? But humans insist that people can change too... and yet, true love means that no matter how much someone changes, even if it’s so much they’re a different person, they must still love them...? He’s leery of the idea of “true love” as something other than an ideal to aspire to, but believes love itself exists and is a wonderful thing, no matter how long it does last. OPINION  ON  LOVE  AT  FIRST  SIGHT:   Similar to true love, he thinks it’s more like a romantic ideal than love. He figures it’s probably more like intense attraction at first sight. But surely this attraction can lead to romantic love faster than if there were none, so people confused the start of love for their first meeting? He also says he cannot judge however; he has never experienced love or intense attraction at first sight before.

HOW ROMANTIC ARE THEY:   He’s trying to learn how to be romantic by interacting with and observing the more flirty and romantic Food Souls around him. He’s a more quiet, thoughtful and gentle romantic if anything; not someone that would sweep anyone off their feet, but someone that very obviously cares and puts thought into what he can do for others. IDEAL  PERSONALITY  TRAITS:   He enjoys making friends with people who are kind and considerate in the generally typical way, but if he were to ever consider a romantic relationship with someone, he wouldn’t consider anyone too kind. He would be terrified of the thought of them hiding or lying to him about anything he does to them that would hurt them. He needs someone who if he hurts accidentally, will both be strong enough to bear it without much damage and also won’t keep it to themselves and will tell Raindrop Cake outright.  He wants someone that loves themselves just as or more than they love Raindrop. Ultimately, he would want someone that he can tease some and feel genuinely comfortable around, without needing to watch himself. UNATTRACTIVE  PHYSICAL  TRAITS:   Nothing in particular UNATTRACTIVE PERSONALITY  TRAITS:   Like stated earlier, while innocent, kind, pure-hearted people make great friends for him, Raindrop Cake wouldn’t consider a relationship with anyone that is too selfless. He also doesn’t appreciate it when anyone pities him too much or treats him as if he’s weak and fragile, regardless of what he says out loud. That isn’t to say that he would like someone who is wholly malicious to him, however...  It’s just that the memory of his first Master Attendant haunts him deeply still, and will most likely haunt him in some way forever.

IDEAL  DATE:   Perhaps his usual drinking tea and conversing. He has simple tastes, and just enjoys spending time with people quietly and seeing others happy. DO  THEY  HAVE  A  TYPE:   Not in physical terms; otherwise, please refer to the above AVERAGE  RELATIONSHIP  LENGTH:   No relationships as of yet PREFERRED  NON-SEXUAL  INTIMACY:   Everything is ok..... just don’t jostle him too much or be too violent pls he’s delicate if not in body then in soul COMMITMENT  LEVEL:  Depends on the specific relationship and what his partner wants, but he is generally highly committed and would eagerly catch a grenade for you-- OPINION  OF  PUBLIC  AFFECTION:   He thinks it’s cute to see, and again would adjust accordingly to his partner’s comfort levels. Generally, nothing that would require getting a room. PAST  RELATIONSHIPS: None