#chocolatr

[madscientistenthusiast]

Anyways Zuko is defo lactose intolerant, look me in the eye and tell me he wouldn't be, look at that man, he can't stomach dairy

[rockintapper]

yes but what if chococat tapper

[kwonhochi]

i heard from a littl birdie that you have waffles. giv

okayge ^_^ we can share <3

[goji-pilled]

I've been craving chocolate for the past two days and I don't know why, because up until now I had enough of chocolate for ages

[sweetbabyprincey32]

chocolatre - メアリー

[miasmaghoul]

Happy Mountain March, have some Murder Ghoul Mountain!

Contains: manipulation, murder (obvs) but nothing graphic, improper use of earth magick and mildly implied cannibalism <3

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Every year, at the beginning of spring, Mountain receives a list of siblings from Sister Imperator. Brothers and Sisters who have broken the tenets of the church, been disobedient, or otherwise lost their right to serve and reside at the abbey. Never more than five a year, but it's always enough.

Every year, he arranges a nice lunch for them in a lovely clearing in the forest, an idyllic little spot that you can only find if you know where it is. The Siblings (two Brothers and a Sister this year) get their invitations and of course they're thrilled - what an honor, to be treated to something so exclusive!

What a shame that the excitement dulls their sense of wariness - if it didn't, maybe they'd notice the gentle wash of magick that hits at the edge of the forest. A trap set for the unsuspecting wanderers, one that douses them in a specific blend of pollens masterfully crafted for these occasions. Designed to dull the mind, to make them complacent and stupid, even for humans.

Prey.

They arrive together, finding a lovely picnic style spread laid out for them. Mountain stands nearby, masked but with a gentle smile on his face. He even bows to them, a sweeping gesture, and guides them to sit. They do, of course. They all know Mountain, the gentle giant responsible for refreshing the greenery planted around the abbey. The one they see working the orchards and puttering around in the greenhouse, always quiet and never threatening despite his size.

They take in the spread before them - individual salads topped with nuts and seeds, fresh fruits and cheeses, little chocolatr tarts topped with edible flowers and glasses of something fizzy at each place. None of them bother saying thank you before they dig in, too affected by the mind numbing pollen and their rumbling bellies, and they all miss the way Mountain's eyes flash.

He hovers at the edge of the gathering, watching like a hawk while they stuff their faces with little elegance. Chugging their sparkling wine, shoveling food down and barely chewing. He has all the patience in the world when it comes to this particular event, and not even their increasing lack of table manners could make him look away. It never lasts all that long anyway - all he needs them to finish is the salad.

The final Brother wolfs down the last of his portion, fork abandoned in favor of his filthy human hands, and while it makes him grimace Mountain ends up with eager butterflies in his stomach anyway. It's time for his favorite part.

He moves to stand before them, snaps his fingers, and like a pack of dumb dogs they look up at him. The Sister has a smear of berry juice on her cheek, one Brother has a mess of something he can't identify crushed into the front of his habit, and the other one is busy sucking his fingers clean. Mountain can't help his sneer - it doesn't matter now anyway, if they see his disdain. They don't have the brainpower left to notice it anyway. The butterflies in his belly pick up the pace.

He addresses them one by one, walking slow circles around the trio while he rumbles their respective misdeeds. As he does, he lays hands on them. Nothing major - casual passes of his hands on their shoulders, the backs of their necks. Subtle things that only add to the distant looks on their faces. They're far too lost to feel the sparks that sink into their skin with every brush of his callused fingers, and as each of their eyes begin to sparkle the most unnatural shade of green.

The Sister is the first to grab her stomach, to loose a pained hiss, and Mountain grins.

The others are quick to follow, and soon enough they're all curled up and writhing on the blanket. Kicking out and breaking plates and glassware, clutching at their clothes and gasping for breath. Mountain crouches as he watches them suffer, dragging his fingers through the soft grass of the forest floor with a serene smile on his face. Listening to the creak of new growth blooming inside them, a sound that only an earth ghoul could pick out, provided by the seeds they'd all so willingly shoved down their greedy gullets. Growth spurred by his power, by the spark of life that will, soon enough, steal theirs.

The Sister makes a bizarre croaking sound, and Mountain delights at the sight of the first green vine snaking its way out of her gaping mouth. Sprouting buds and leaves already, it isn't alone for long - a dozen similar ones join it in short order, forcing her jaw wide and her eyes wider. The Brothers follow suit, choking around the winding growth filling their throats, and as they stare at him with pleading eyes all Mountain can do is give them a wink.

The first blossom blooms at the corner of one Brother's mouth, a collection of brilliant blue petals in perfect health. The first of many, different for each Sibling, but soon enough all three of them will become little more than hosts. Vines curling around their limbs while the light fades from their eyes, flowers blooming as their struggle through their last breaths. A beautiful sight, Mountain thinks - three measly human lives traded for countless others.  He relishes their final, shuddering sighs - sounds that will live in the back of his mind until next year.

When they're gone, he can get to work at last.

Each of their overgrown bodies has a destination:

The Brother growing those lovely blue flowers, along with lush leaves and one particularly stunning white lily (which Mountain will pluck and set aside as a gift for Sister Imperator), will land in the greenhouse fertilizer pile. Destined to be broken down into a nutritious mulch that will enrich every potted plant Mountain can manage.

The Sister, sprouting wild grasses, thistles and buttercups, will be planted in the center of the peach orchard. Her body will feed the trees and the bees alike, enriching the soil and encouraging the fruit there to grow fat and sweet.

The final Brother, coated in thick ivy and tiny white blossoms, will be gifted to Ivy at the hidden cottage she shares with Terra and Pebble. He's not allowed to know what they do with the body, despite how many years he's been doing this, but Ivy is the only one entrusted with the upkeep of Primo's rose gardens so he doesn't have much room to argue. One day Mountain will convince her to let him in on those particular secrets, he's sure of it, but until then he's little more than a delivery ghoul.

He's left feeling very accomplished, once the heavy lifting is done. Knowing that his plants will remain healthy, their harvests bountiful, and that he'll earn a pat between the antlers from Sister Imperator for his efforts.

That's not all he gets for his troubles, of course.

To their credit, no one ever asks why the sacrifices are missing their hearts.

[pothosrays]

hot chocolatr

[gender-void-partially-stars]

hot chocolate really is the perfect term for it. its hot and its chocolatr

[lycanthology]

i think if uour chocolate dessert is dark chocolatr you should indicate so. for all us sensitive milk chocolate lovers

[zombxie]

randy do you like white chocolatr

not my fav ever but yes

[thatfailedpokemontrainer]

How much Dedenne related merch do you own?

..,.'is got a mugs that has my chot chocolatre

and my plsuheis 3 of thedm

'nd my hoodife

nd athen my abdge

and nows i have i fofr real life dendenee woah

[mollymold]

feeling fucked up and lonely and drinking chocolatr milk thats all you can do in this econemy nowadys, huh

[chuck-e-cheese-anime-faces]

Dude hus head face gonna melt off no more willy wonkma / chairlie and thr chocolate factory letd make it skeleton and the chocolatr factory

[sweetbabyprincey32]

chocolatre - トワ・エ・モワ

[wingsandpetals]

this will not be a good day for me to hate milk chocolatre

[jsdgfsdf]

Also i just swallowed a mouthful of coffee grounds from the last of my hot chocolatr FML.