#*bsc

[aimmyarrowshigh]

Femslash February 2025

030. Real - Claudia Kishi/Stacey McGill, The Baby-Sitters' Club

[nan0-r0t]

Surprise. Its more shadowvanilla (dump under cut)

all i do is draw smc being loved on and miserable

[ezlo-x]

i love having freewill

[burningspicesaxe]

I love them so much I hope nothing bad happens to them (fifteen missiles were then sent to both beasts and they exploded and crumbled)

[beastyeastfreak]

could we get beast headcanons for a reader who has long since grown exhausted life’s struggles and becomes perfectly happy to play pet? no need to work so hard for scraps, the only thing expected of them is their loyalty and to sit there looking pretty—what bliss!

(bonus points if we get to see each respective ancient’s reactions to such “mindless” compliance)

(bonus bonus points if the main reason reader was so exhausted is because they were being trained as that ancient’s apprentice of sorts)

I kinda love this idea because i absolutely would fold too

Cw and tags: Romantic, beasts partially see reader as a pet/toy/decor/trophy but not completely dehumanized(written as reader being ok with/liking it), kidnapping, theres a good bit of time between beasts escaping and being defeated in ESC’s and MFC’s just to make it make sense.

Written before the silent salt update

Mystic Flour

🌾 - Every cookie in the cacao kingdom was overworked, you were just the only one who could admit it. You wanted to leave the kingdom at many times, but the weather was simply too hazardous. You staying lead to you going further and further up the ranks until landing you at Dark Cacaos advisor. Your seat at the table had been empty for some time and you soon learned why. You would not have taken the opportunity if you knew surveillance would be apart of it. No one wanted another Affogato incident and neither did you! Everything you said was always double checked, everyone automatically assumed there was a chance you were lying. You didn’t even know the guy and yet he was making an already hard job harder.

🌾 - She is not surprised when she finds you and you give up without any threats to you or the kingdom. Anyone would turn to apathy after enduring such hardships and distrust. When she found you, she was surprised your entire head icing had not gone grey. If peace were a cookie, you were every opposite to it. She saw within you was distress, hidden under sternness and “playing nice to appear less suspicious”. At first she welcomes you just to pull you away from Dark Cacao, but as her interest grows her intentions deviate. She’ll find you sitting alone many days, unable to rest even despite the serenity of the pagoda and the amount of sweet food given to you during your stay here. Eternal Sugar herself delivered a tooth achingly sweet berry for you and still nothing worked. You were as tough and tasteless as dark chocolate slabs.

🌾 - Such devotion to a futile cause and devotion to work, she wanted to change that. She wanted apathy to swallow you whole, for you to realize how much your kingdom had made you work, for you to completely break and trail behind her like a decoration but ultimately find peace. You seemed likely to be submissive with little push, she just has to break down those walls brick by brick, and by the witches she will do that.

🌾 - It starts slow. No more of your old attire. You were too far gone to find apathy on your own so you had to stay with her. By now you already lived in the mountains with her but she makes sure you can’t leave. Her plan for you is for each step further you became ok with the last step taken, you would not realize you were becoming undone. Isolation was another helpful bonus, without the discriminatory eyes of outside cookies it was much easier for her. She expects you to revolt or cringe at whatever she has in mind for you, strangely you do not. You nod at her demands and thank her when she gifts you something to wear.

🌾 - Your gaze became softer, you fretted less over small inconveniences and mistakes. Without being asked you accompanied her when she wasn’t meditating alone, and soon you joined her there too. It became less of an attack on Dark Cacao and more of her just enjoying your presence and wanting you to be without all the stress that came with life that she had not carved. Now instead of worrying for your people, juggling duties for your kingdom and tossing in bed you were hers. You were compliant, calm, apathetic. Her actions which could once be misinterpreted as friendly became more tender, indulgent even. She wanted you to be close because she liked you from the beginning, but now she was honest about it.

🌾 - Slowly, she allows you to break down her walls and rules. Her standard for what apathy should look like on normal cookies had changed but only when it was you. For some time she tries to form a gap between you both, her desire was clouding her judgment and making you less and less apathetic in her eyes. She wasn’t the right influence, ironically enough. Still, you bridged that gap with the same patience she had bestowed upon you. Finally, she decided there could be a middle ground. Just for you.

🌾 - When Dark Cacao sees Mystic Flour again you’re with her. He’s angry, she dared cast a spell on you? Kidnap his trusted advisor! She assures him for you, there is no magic, she granted you peace and he will be next. She takes your chin not in a grab or a hold, just placed there and you follow her hand like a dog moves towards petting. She graces your lips with a light, slow peck. “They made the decision to allow me in, and now they have accepted apathy into their heart and their needless struggles will hurt them no more.” She says, he is still furious but his anger is still guided at her, he finds your state repulsive and will either exile you or try to fix you when he eventually defeats her.

(Reader isn’t affiliated with the cheese kingdom in this one sorry, broly poly)

Burning Spice

🏜️ - Burning Spice had eradicated many places off the face of earthbread and history. In his crusade for complete destruction, there was only one hypocrisy. He was known to take home trophies of his own on rare occasions, forfeiting from the idea he had completely wiped something away. Usually it was highly important artifacts that he’d snatch away just to destroy later on or use as blackmail… and destroy after he gets what he wants. Sometimes it was food and drinks, maybe even jewelry or status symbols of some kind. But one time, it was a cookie.

🏜️ - You belonged to a busy kingdom, bustling due to an influx of cookies seeking safety from the Beast epidemic. Cookies saviors had turned their backs to them and they needed someone to look to. Said cookie that everyone turned to was the king of said city, and you the advisor. Though sometimes it felt like you had taken all the kingly responsibilities without the according payment. So obviously as more cookies came into the city escaping the beasts wrath, more duties pawned onto you while he lounged around. So, your irritation grew, it became a tangled storm within you which could not be tamed.

🏜️ - In due time, the gaze of destruction settled upon the land. The wind grew like an announcement, or perhaps a warning. You were told of the approaching swarm and were able to evacuate many cookies, as many as you were able to but soon you were caught in the crossfire. Forced to hide within the castle with the king and a few select servants and knights. There, unknowingly being overheard by The Great Destroyer himself behind the protective door you voice your frustrations knowing death was coming for you. You let him know every little thing that angered you, finishing with something like “i would have rather been at the feet of some beast then serve another day with you. I will take great pleasure from my grave seeing your crumbs atop this destroyed city!” Among other profanities.

🏜️ - Finding amusement in your words, when he breaks the door down he decides to spare you. He pretends to not have heard anything, looks at you as the spice swarm comes in to finish everyone off. He doesn’t ask your name, “you are mine now” and your fate was sealed. You thought it would be a life of servitude in store for you, that was all you had known after all. To your surprise, no work waited for you. You were given clothing, food all for you to basically be a pet. Honestly after dealing with all you had gone through, you just gave in and accepted the role. No longer ‘advisor y/n cookie’ now whatever the strangely affectionate name of the week was.

🏜️ - Gradually as you and Burning Spice got closer, he saw you less as a pet or a trophy and more like a partner. Every time he returned from another massacre or hunting trip, you’d be there to greet him. He wasn’t used to this kind of affection, or feelings. His possessiveness of you grew strangely and he hated it. He did not want to sound greedy by saying you were his, but everyone sort of just figures it out anyway. Your living situation was already quite luxurious but now you were basically treated the same as him, partially because you never leave his side and because no one wants to anger him for mistreating you. Somehow, the underpaid worker became The Great Destroyers only treasure.

Eternal sugar

🌷 - You weren’t particularly high class, that was your problem. You were trying to get by selling your wares and working extra jobs in the hollyberry kingdom. It was no ones fault but circumstances, you simply were born poor. You would have to live this life, sing a song sung before. Hollyberrian pride and willpower was the only thing that kept you going… and maybe a little too much juice than you’d like to say. You would be lying if you said you didn’t envy royals who only worried about how soft their cushions were and the style of whatever juice they were sipping on.

🌷 - When the beasts first escaped, Eternal Sugar seemed to immediately locate her other halfs kingdom and have a look around though she was very unseen. Oh, all these poor hard working cookies! She thought it was bad until she saw you, she told herself she would try to hold back on taking any suffering cookie home but she couldn’t resist! You simply couldn’t wait, you needed her help now. So she waited for dusk to come so she could take you with no issues from anyone else. You began to make your way home, shoulders slumped and face down. In disguise(really just hiding the wings honestly), she bumped into you causing her to fall. You help her up as she assumed you would, then comes some acting lessons from shadow milk. She was visiting the city but it was so busy this time of year and she had no where to stay as all the hotels were booked. Though you could have given her directions to a friends house, you offer to let her stay on your couch unknowingly inviting a beast into your home.

🌷 - Over dinner, she has you talk all about yourself. She doesn’t break your walls, she grows vines and uses them to climb. For once your struggles were seen heard. Soon she gets you to admit what she was waiting for: “Even though its not very.. hollyberrian, i just want to stop working, sit down and rest for like.. ever.. you know?” She smiles, “i can help with that.” Then begins to stand up, she walks with her back facing away and drops her metaphorical cloak, wings now billowing out and any other beast like feature she was hiding now for you to see. She explains who she is and what she does, she expects fear or excuses, but you sit in weary shock then crack a joke, “do you still need to stay on my couch?” Obviously you already have her heart.

🌷 - You leave soon after, taking a few things and leaving a note so your friends wont think you’ve been kidnapped (you have but willingly). Love blossoms between you two somewhat quickly, she eased tension in your body and mind. Kisses felt like resolve slowly dropping, poison spreading delightfully through your system. Juice hadn’t even come close to creating a feeling like being with her. She keeps you with her, you’re always leaning against each other or tangled up in either lap. Like the angel she was, she had delivered you from a life of hard work for nothing and you had given her your presence which was payment enough.

🌷 - By the time Hollyberry and her friends arrive you had already been well adjusted into the garden. When Hollyberry arrives in the heart, where you reside, she tries to talk to you. She thinks you were captured and are playing the long game to escape, or maybe you were under a spell. Tiger lily tries to get you to eat a berry and you do but nothing happens, disproving their claims. Hollyberry isn’t upset, with you at least, she’s glad you found happiness here but knows one day you may come to regret it. You on the other hand couldn’t be happier.

Shadow Milk

🃏 - Ever since Pure Vanilla was just blind healer, you were at his side. Rebuilding the Vanilla Kingdom among every other hardship you endured slowly built up a lot of tolls you were taking. When Pure Vanilla began his travels to beast yeast, he chose you to go with him. Despite your overwhelming tiredness, which you had been hiding quite well, you agreed with no hesitation. If someone was threatening the safety of your kingdom you had to help Pure Vanilla take care of them.

🃏 - The night before you left for beast yeast you were plagued with a nightmare. A dark void with blue eyes and stars all around, a voice coming from beyond. “A little liar are we? I wonder how much it’ll take for me to knock you over!” You felt as though you were pushed to the ground though there was no ground in sight. “It’s a shame you’re on the wrong side, I wouldn’t have treated you sooo bad,” someone obscured by darkness floated around you. You were so knee deep in work you didn’t oppose though you knew this entity was of darkness. “Hmm? Whats that? Cant hear you… did you not say anything? Oh its almost like you.. you want to come with me!” He breaks into laughter, whoever was in this dream with you was weirding you out. “Weeeelll~ if you want to so badly.. i do need another plaything, its not like you’d have to do anything! Come on, this deal ends soon!” He says in a singsong voice but almost on command you’re awakened by knocking on your door. Apparently you had slept in.

🃏 - When you do finally meet face to face with Shadow Milk, he’s quick to pull you away from the others to ask if you made up your mind which makes you realize who he was. He reminds you of all you went through, and you decide yes you will go with him just not to be flaunted at Pure Vanilla. He sends you to his other realm, when he handles them then he’ll bring you out and you can be his little puppet for the rest of eternity, how enticing. He proceeds to lose, and return to the silver tree for some time with you still with him.

🃏 - He did not need his ego stroked, but strangely that was something you did that landed you a lot of rewards. He spends the entire time back in the silver tree avoiding the other beasts for screwing up. They know they’ll be back out again pretty quickly but still, they cant help but make some attempts on his life. He entertains you with puppet shows, stories which are definitely not 100 % true and messing with Pure Vanillas dreams. You do nothing but float around him looking pretty but still are praised by the other beasts for “putting up with him”. He’s very annoying by their standards.

🃏 - When they all escape again, he gets you brand new matching clothes and a room in the spire. He all but keeps you away from the fun, you now have to watch all your friends fight him and Pure Vanilla struggle. Shadow Milk uses you as a way to torment him. Eventually he becomes Truthless Recluse, who has no real opinion on you. He just thinks your lapdog behavior is kind of annoying, but so is shadow milks behavior so maybe you’re destined for eachother

[h0nkh0nk-xoxo]

TTTHE CIRCLLEEEEEE OOFFF LIFFEEEEEEE

[bugslytheladybug]

On a date rn chat, hopefully nothing bad happens 💔🤞

[creamyhoneycookie]

Ok, but what about a yan!reader? Someone who was interested in history and found document of the Beasts back when they were still the virtues. Becoming absolutely obsessed until realizing that they're still alive?!! Even if they've changed, that doesn't mean anything to our dear little yan!reader! They'll love the Beasts all the same!

(Preferably dif scenario's with all three but if I can only do one than shadow milk :3 )

These are going to be a little shorter, but this kept me UP last night thinking. Thankfully, espresso!

CONTENT WARNINGS: Obsession, stalking, predator/prey dynamics, unhealthy relationship dynamics

Regardless of who you fall for, it starts the same: research in a library so old, the statues of grand Witches still have faces. Legends tell of great heroes- a woman so kind and gracious that she grants the wishes of those who come to her, a general who revolutionized the lands he visited, the scholar who created magic itself... All across the darkest seas. It's such a hard journey, but... doesn't love persist?

Mystic Flour Cookie doesn't know what brings this strange cookie to her pagoda, but she does not care. Not until Cloud Haetae Cookie comes to her, reporting- you have no desire, no wish to ask of her- no greedy heart to tear into her heart, but you've spent all day sweeping the grounds, dusting and repairing the pagoda. Even if you're actually very bad at it. Eventually, she descends from her chambers, watching you quietly- she does not expect the adoration in your eyes, she soft flush of your cheeks.

"My Lady... I've journeyed far to join you...! You don't have to worry. I'll help from now on. You've done so much, you can rest- oh, but, I made tea! Won't you join me?"

... Strange. Mystic Flour Cookie isn't sure why... but despite this pure love... something weighs heavily from your words. But she cannot give it a name.

Burning Spice Cookie you find at his army encampment, and he takes you as just one of many followers easily... either you serve him as one more soldier, or you die in these conquests. He does not care. Except... once you arrive, he feels your eyes on him, constantly. Being watched, even when he's alone- it shouldn't unnerve him so, but it does.

And it thrills him. He has always been the hunter, the beast- for something, someone to make him feel like the prey? It's... EXCITING. He throws himself into figuring out who his hunter is- and when it's you? Oh, it's incredible. The dynamic shifts, cat and mouse constantly, and you both know it. This is love! It must be love! No one else can get each other's heart racing like this, and when you have him cornered, crawling into his lap like a lion about to strike, he adores it.

Shadow Milk Cookie isn't sure where you came from. First you were in the town outside the Spire. Then you were at the gates. And then- then you were making your way inside. He's hostile at first, prickly- one bitten, twice shy, you might say. (Nevermind the fact that he bit first, more often and refused to believe Pure Vanilla Cookie when he actually did tell the truth.)

He bullies you, toys with you, puts you through all kinds of tests: but every time you speak the truth:

I really do love you!

... And if he knows lies, he also knows truth. Eventually, he'll have no choice to believe you. ... Aaaaaaat which point, he's delighted, actually! He's terribly lonely, you know. Once he knows that you're the real deal, he'll accept your twisted love with glee; so long as you stay with him, he'll accept it all. ... Even if he gets a little snarky about it sometimes. Like, he already had Candy Apple Cookie, and now there's you? --Please don't kill each other he loves his minions.

[bitter-sweet-coffee]

reminder that espio is a cunty bartender in sonic x and that more people should headcanon him working at club rouge as a side hustle (useful for rouge too because there’s probably shady people there and he’s a ninja detective)

just… imagine the conversations he eavesdrops on… he’s a good listener… he’d do tricks for tips… the people watching…

[dinkythings]

Lucky charm

A little nod to my favourite snippet from the demo. Best Served Cold is coming out on May 5th so you should absolutely go wishlist it to learn all about this slow motion car crash of a man as soon as it comes out!

[ey3dye]

@numy-numnum

i bring you an offering 👁👁

[aimmyarrowshigh]

Femslash February 2025

032. Chambers - Dawn Schafer/Mary Anne Spier, The Baby-Sitters' Club

[machinesnuff]

i love spaceships i loooove spaceships. the vacuum of space is so unforgiving and harsh and can kill you so quickly. and there's a big beautiful loving machine holding you safely inside of it and floating along through that making sure you are okay. i love spaceships

[kevinweezhlewig]

burning spice doodle i do not think i will be drawing again for a while 🌹🌹🌹🌹

[prinnska]

let them be monstrous

[beastyeastfreak]

Mystic flour x cacao kingdom soldier reader part three

I lied last chapter there’s probably gonna be more than 4 parts, it was actually originally gonna end here lol

Previous part

Cw and tags: Fighting / violence, angst, kissing, suggestive if you squint, reader is kinda depressed/has been depressed,

Summary: After some good advice from the beast of sloth and lots of standing around, the building is attacked and your loyalty is tested one final time.

Written pre silent salt update

Im thinking of just making this the entire fics song because it fits it so welllll lmk what yall think

🌾 - Guarding the wall almost your whole life had numbed your sense of time. If someone told you, stand and watch your brain seemed to just phase out. It was hard to tell how long it had been but you knew it had been some time. None of the beasts minions had spoken to you, likely either slacking off or covering a different side of the building. You blink, clouds moving aimlessly across a blue sky. The peace would soon be broken by the sound of movement somewhere nearby. Was it… wingflaps?

🌾 - You began to stride over towards the source of the sound, it was on the other side of the building. Your mind conjured up everything it could be, a dragon, the ancient of greed, a monster… all reasons that made you draw your sword. It felt so perfect in your hand. You look around, then up, nothing.

🌾 - “I don’t believe ive been introduced to you yet~,” a voice makes you whip around and ready your weapon. But you loosen up seeing a pink angel cookie sitting on a branch above you. You quickly put your sword away upon seeing the light glistening in her soul jam. “My apologies, i thought you may be an intruder.” You replied, she giggled. “How loyal, a little warrior.~ You remind me of my other half!” She says with an almost lovestruck expression. You look around awkwardly, “as in your other… souljam holder?” She sounded so happy to talk about her, wasn’t she supposed to hate her respective ancient? “Indeed… i’m dying to see her again,” she closes her eyes with a smile.

🌾 - Her smiles contagious, “I hope you see her soon, i believe the beasts are speaking inside about meeting with their soul jam holders again. Would you like me to escort you, miss..?” You offer, trailing off unknowing of her name, she simply laughs. “Oh, what a dear you are. My name is Eternal Sugar Cookie.” She says and floats to the ground. “Nice to meet you, i’ve come here with Mystic Flour cookie… but you could probably tell that.” You replied looking down at yourself as you walked. She hums, “do you like her?” She asks bluntly, if you had water in your mouth you likely would have spit it. You embarrassedly fumble your words before saying “m..maybe..”

🌾 - “I didn’t mean romantically but that answers my next question,” she teases. “Would you like some advice, little soldier? I can see it within you that you are directionless and confused.” She says as you begin walking up the steps. You nod silently. “Though it may not seem like it, she’s being possessive of you. Beasts like i tend to be territorial at times, especially when another is threatening whats theirs. For example, you may not want to be escorting me until you’ve proven your complete loyalty.” She explains with a smirk, you evaluate your decisions. “Should i…?” You trail off. “You don’t need to open the door for me, i don’t want Mystic Flour to think I’m messing with her things.” She says while slipping through the entrance with a small giggle, the door closing in between you. Things?

🌾 - You return to where you were standing before. Eternal Sugar’s advice rang through your head, it made sense. All you had done was wear armor in her colors, talk to her and accompany her to this meeting. What battles had you won in her name? What intruders had you fended off? If you truly wished to stand by her side, you had to do something… The fact you were so different from her was not lost on you either. How could you ever earn her trust if you had died a hero fighting against her in the eyes of your kingdom?

🌾 - You stood for witches know how long, they really were taking their time in there. You admittedly were dozing off intermittently. Your eyes opened mid-rest, another sound from the woods made you perk up. Your mind told you it was the fifth beast, they weren’t here so it had to be them. They began to look around for any sign of another cookie, nothing. Your eyes fully opened and your shoulders rose, you looked around. You began to step forward into the path, searching for whoever was out there. It takes only a minute of walking to find them. Your eyes then lock with another, lurking in the shadows. You narrow your eyes, making it known you see them, and soon they reveal themselves.

🌾 - Within the building, Mystic Flour was sitting calmly on her side of the table. The conversation about what to do with their souljam holders had gone off rails about three times already. Burning spice almost turned it into a war room, Eternal sugar angered the other two by not hating Hollyberry, and Shadow milk was lying about how good it went and he “let pure vanilla get away”. Mystic Flour knew this would happen, she almost regretted bringing you. She was reassured that you weren’t encountering any issues due to your life slaving away at Dark Cacaos pointless wall. It was odd to her, many had lost their life trying to keep a suffering kingdom in a desolate place safe. They would continue to do so, and yet you would be the only one to reach the enlightenment that there was no point to it. That you were above that. You were raised so unfairly in her eyes, if not for her you would have never broken the cycle.

🌾 - She phases back into the conversation, her eyes had been resting on Silent Salts seat this whole time. She wondered what they were possibly doing that required such effort. Burning spice was currently proposing the idea that they should all collectively attack individual ancients kingdoms, of course starting with Golden Cheese. Shadow milk began to roll his eyes, “as if that’d work! The other ancients would just come to their aid, what killjoys.” He says tapping the arm of his chair with his fingers. “I wouldn’t want us all to attack Hollyberry anyway, i think i almost got her where i want her. She’ll be mine if i just-“ Eternal sugar said but was cut off by Burning spice and Shadow milk groaning. “Enough about Hollyberry!” They nearly say in unison, she wrinkles her nose.

🌾 - “We aren’t getting anywhere with this.” Mystic Flour states. “Your individual resentments are blinding you towards the goal.” Mystic flour says. “Tch, my sight is perfect, besides you just want to go see the soldier.” Shadow milk says making all the eyes that adorned him blink, now sitting sideways, legs hung over the side of one of the arms. Mystic Flour didn’t deny it, but this truly was going nowhere. “Eh, shes right unfortunately,” Burning spice leans back in his chair.

Cling

🌾 - Mystic Flour stops, sitting up slightly and turning her head. Metal had clashed against eachotherin the distance, had that always been there? “Silence,” she commands and the three stop and turn to her. There it was again, the sound of metal hitting each other. Wordlessly the four beasts arose from their seat and began to flock to the door.

🌾 - The figure emerged from the darkness of the woods, it was your king, Dark Cacao. You stiffen up, if not in fear then readying yourself. His gaze is harsh, but not only that he was accompanied by the two legendary split dragons. “Have you truly betrayed the Dark Cacao kingdom, soldier?” He asks, but it was a challenge. You knew there was an opportunity, to leave what you had just joined. To go home and proclaim you were forced to do everything. But you weren’t a liar, your plan was to pretend but now you were following whatever plan Mystic Flour had for you. “I will not be returning to the Cacao kingdom, and i ask that you turn away now so i am not forced to fight you.” You replied with volume, hoping someone may hear. You wouldn’t win against Dark Cacao, not with two dragons and not with his souljam still attached, but you had always been ready to die. At the wall, from the cold, or from starvation.

🌾 - Dark Cacao grits his teeth, “you would abandon your kingdom for a beast?” You stare, “i would.” You respond coldly. “Then let me speak with your master,” he steps forward making his intentions clear. You decide not to mention there are other beasts in there, letting him believe it was only her. You stand firmly, drawing your weapon. “I cannot allow you to do that.” You replied but he was already moving closer. “Step aside, traitor.” He commands but you are unmoving. “You know i will not,” you replied and raised your sword readying for an attack. And attack he did, “If you are so adamant,” he says and reels back before swinging at you. Your swords clash as dragons fly around over head.

🌾 - You were using the technique of your kingdom to fight him ironically enough. He gave you little time before he struck again, he hit so hard your entire body slid back with every attack. His entire black and white cloak flew up as he did. You were beginning to fear those dragons up above, they were readying for an attack you could not counter. You couldn’t focus on three targets at once, you slid far back after a particularly heavy attack. “This battle is unwise!” He yells, but seeing you about to answer he instead calls the dragons upon you. Pointing his sword they rush forth, you put your arms up and brace for impact.

🌾 - The attack never came, you open your eyes to see Nutmeg Tiger holding one down, the other seemed to have taken a blow to the head by Candy Apple. Black Sapphire called out to you, now on the battle field. “We got the lizards you handle him!” You were touched to say the least, you didn’t know their names, your only words towards them were snarky but through a common goal they were defending you. You didn’t need to be told twice, you charge at him. He blocks, the metal sliding against eachother. Out of the corner of your eye you saw the others keeping the dragons at bay, but also other cacao soldiers exiting from the brush. Your focus was on him though, they could handle the others. You take a risky shot and aim for his belly which he blocks again and gets a hit on your shoulder, piercing in between the armor plates making you yell out. You aren’t allowed a break though, you immediately block another attack, jam dripping down beneath the cloth and dough stinging.

🌾 - He prepares another slash, you hop away as he misses. You continue this dance leaving a trail of jam where you went. The continuous dodging and blocking makes him attempt an attack the left him open, the air whooshed past your face. You then stabbed him in the side, likely missing vital organs but sure to bleed. You pull back as he lands another hit on the side of your chest. You yell out in pain, then step back again. You catch a glimpse of the others. Candy apple running the white dragon around the trees like she was trying to tie it into a knot, Nutmeg tiger and Black Sapphire both fighting the black dragon head on while facing soldiers. You weren’t sure how much longer you could fight, he was like an unstoppable force, he would remain standing despite his injuries.

🌾 - Your legs began to shake, he was panting. “We stayed in beast yeast because none of us believed you were truly dead. Because no one gets left behind. You fought valiantly for the Cacao kingdom! How dare you betray your people!” He exclaims. “Because here i have influence! I will not die another nameless warrior!” You yell before swinging at him with everything you had left, swords clashing loudly. The impact made you fall on your back, he didn’t hesitate to land a final blow which you blocked with your sword. It gave you enough time to worm out from underneath him. But because of you trying to get up, it allowed him to strike you hard against the center of your torso between armor. Blood slung out to the side as you hit the ground again. And still, even as red stained your grey and gold armor, even as your vision began to fade,

you still reached for your weapon.

🌾 - “Stay down, soldier.” He says and begins to walk in the direction of the building, more begging you to. “I do not wish to take your life.” He continues, one hand holding his side. You begin to stand again, “do not be merciful, i have been ready to perish for a long time,” you rasp now limping after him. He turns around, he opens his mouth to speak but is cut off by the sound of heavy foot steps. He begins to turn around, as if your life had suddenly been plunged into slow motion you see a mighty yellow, red axe rise above and instinctively jump to the side out of the way fearing it would fall on you. As it strikes the ground the path in front of it cracks and sets ablaze. And wielding the weapon? None other than the beast of Destruction.

🌾 - You’re unsure whats compelling you to do so, but you ready your stance again, earning a look of admiration from Burning Spice. “Lets see how your resolution fares against MY DESTRUCTION!” He yells, but perhaps prioritizing his subjects safety over victory. He makes a gesture which sends the dragons to save the soldiers he sent out and leave the scene. “We shall see soon enough, Beast.” He practically spits before leaving, shielded by the darkness.

🌾 - Only now does the adrenaline begin to wear off, you lean over a bit and hold your stomach with your free hand. Like an angel, Mystic Flour approaches while Burning Spice laughs, Nutmeg tiger who now earned a few more injuries joined his side. “You fought like a spice!” Burning spice hits your shoulder in a friendly way. “Th-thanks..?” You replied, your nose was now bleeding for some reason. Mystic Flour places one arm under yours to keep you upright. His general speaks after, “we- as in i and shadow milks underlings- overheard the conversation before the fight. Candy apple and Black sapphire will embellish the truth to appear better in their masters eyes but i will ensure that your story is told the way it should be, by a fellow warrior.” She says placing her hand to her heart, Burning spice grins. “Well said, Nutmeg Tiger.” He says, so that was their names.

🌾 - “Thats enough,” Mystic flour says. “This meeting is adjourned, we need time to think and recover.” She says and sheathes your sword for you. “Oh! Oh oh but i want to talk to the main characteeer!” Shadow milk floats in with a whiny voice, Eternal Sugar behind him. “Im not sure… how much talking i can do right now..” you blink to keep yourself awake, you couldn’t hear much over the pulsing in your ears. “Another time,” Mystic Flour says firmly as the two of you begin to turn to flour, you were heading back to the pagoda you assumed. Where ever she was taking you, it’d be better than dealing with the beasts while bleeding out.

🌾 - You arrive in the temple, the flour clouds settle around you. Cloud haetae turns the corner excitedly but stops as they look at you. “Take them to a room,” she commands. Cloud haetae nods and transforms into a large lion-dog like creature, tall and befitting of their prefix appearance wise. You lean against them, as you walk away you notice her entire shoulder covered in red. “Don’t worry, when i get scrapes Master always heals me!” They say, you nod weakly and begin to slow down unable to walk at their pace. “Buuut maybe this is worse than when i get hurt playing!” They say and pick you up in their big mouth by the chest plate, almost like a kitten.

🌾 - You’re taken to a bedroom, then for the first time all day you’re allowed to sit down. Cloud Haetae de-transforms. “You look like you fought someone tough! Who was it? I bet it was Burning Spice- oh! Or a dragon!” They say as you remove the plates of armor. “No.. but they were there…” you say, its nice that Cloud Haetae completely forgot they were leading you to your potential death just a day ago. The door opens, you both look over with differing levels of energy. Mystic flour stands with her flowy outer robe and veil removed which had been tainted by your jam. “You may leave now,” she says to Cloud haetae. “Yes master!” Cloud Haetae says and shuts the door behind them leaving you two alone in the quiet room.

🌾 - she glances over your red-stained tunic then begins to use her hands to have you lay down, unbuttoning your tunic. If you weren’t without jam you’d be blushing. You tend to do that a lot here for some reason. You slip your arms through the sleeves. “You knew there were four beasts within yet you still fought him, why?” She deadpans, you aren’t sure if she’s actually interested or trying to keep you talking while she heals you. You focus on what she’s doing for a second, her hand hovers over the wound in your torso. All the jam pooling around the wound and the cracks in your dough seemed to mend, turning white before blending with your body leaving only a light mark in your skin. “I wanted to prove myself,” words slip from your mouth. Her hand stops, twitching in response before moving to the next injury. “You were about to die, it was foolish what you’ve done.” She replied, her hand now on your side.

🌾 - You wince. “Your pain is only proof.” She continued. “The pain is nothing,” you say through gritted teeth. She sighs, then moves onto the last injury. “You may stop your attempts at impressing me, battling one you know you will not defeat is pointless, its suicide.” She scolds in that deadpan voice, you stare down. “Im sorry,” you mutter. A beat of silence falls upon you, your wounds are now all tended to. She places a hand on your lower chest, about where your ribs end, to keep your back against the bed, “it was foolish, but i.. appreciate you want to protect me.” She murmurs, her face hovers above yours with eyes just barely open, her free hand on your chin. You’re left speechless, but she doesn’t allow you to come back from that. She leans down and places her lips against yours, gently. Theres no force, you lean up into the kiss with your eyes closed. Your hand comes to her hand on your chest, placed over the back of her palm. Your heart was definitely pounding, she could definitely feel it.

🌾 - You had your doubts, faith anything but untested today. Your plans had completely been toppled, but this had made those thoughts leave. The idea you were a traitor was no longer weighing you down. Even when she pulled away and returned to her normal stiff stance with eyes closed telling you to get rest, you felt fine. You felt as though you had meaning, you weren’t expendable anymore, someone cared.