#cocoa things

[azucentauri]

𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗜 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗲𝘀🌊😎😍

i would like to start updating you guys on drama and stuff how you guys feel about it.

[dan-sing-in-the-rain]

elephant in the sidewalk

[timmurleyart]

Conquest of chocolate. 🍫🥇(mixed media collage on canvas)🎨

[amyrasapothecary]

For all your Chocolatey Cravings!

[anstarwar]

Local kid gives Rex their bantha plushie, news at 11

[catrasfreckles]

*wakes up*

I wonder how Pyrrha feels about her dead lover's dead daughter having the same name as her dead best friend

*goes back to sleep*

[dizzybizz]

arrived home

[fluffyfangirl]

Byler Moodboard (including some shiny dice)

[queenlucythevaliant]

Also the White Witch would not be able to get me with Turkish Delight. She would, however, 100% be able to enchant me with that hot beverage. It sounds delightful. I know about the magic and reading that part still makes me think, "I should make hot cocoa"

[aquarius-cookie-jar]

Some old screenshots I found about my cookies being silly.

[cat-mentality]

Sad QSMP headcannons that have like half a toenail in canon.

The French version:

Baghera cries very silently, like someone who is used to having to keep quiet.

She also has a very high pain tolerance and she didn't understand why until recently.

When Pomme disappeared Baghera was terrified that the Federation had something to do with that, terrified that her little girl would be at the hands of the people who made her and hurt her so badly.

As much as she wants to hate the Federation for having hurt her, at the same time she can't and that makes everything so much worse.

Baghera doesn't have wings. But she does have two scars on her back where no feathers have ever grown.

Antoine was not prepared to actually get attached to any of the French, or even to Pomme. He knows he is in too deep, has too much to lose if he cuts ties with the Federation, and yet it twists something inside of him when he thinks about their possible reactions, especially Etoiles. For the first time in a very long existence he understands what friendship is, knows what it feels like instead of just watching others experience it, and is very aware that he will lose it all.

That is why Antoine was so pissed off at Osito for being careless with the picture, the earlier they discover about his true past, the earlier he will lose them.

If the Federation truly had Pomme he would have burned it all down himself just to bring her back.

The first time Cucurucho saw Antoine angry was after the torture session nearly killed Pierre for good. No one knows who was more shocked by his display, Cucurucho or Antoine himself.

Pierre continues to trouble sleeping and constant nightmares when he does, he can't remember the last time he managed to truly rest without waking up in a cold sweat or screaming, he is always on the verge of passing out and even when he does crash he still has nightmares.

He refuses to acknowledge it or even talk about it, hides his exhaustion with everything he has, pushes people away just to make sure they wouldn't realize there is something wrong, too afraid they will see a weakness to be exploited.

Pierre hates being alone as much as he craves it- He likes being by himself working on his machines and keeping his secrets close to his chest, but at the same time when he is alone is when the dark thoughts take over

He will, on occasion, not exactly seek to get himself hurt but not exactly avoid it either- If he can feel pain it means that there is something human in him doesn't it?

But Pierre hates dying and he will avoid and lash out when put into such a situation. He fears what will wake up, if it will still be him.

Sometimes Kameto look at the rest of the Islanders and he wonders what his own life could have been, what sort of bonds he could have forged with people, if the Federation didn't come for him first.

Etoiles does not know what his worth is if not as a warrior.

He is not smart like the others, he doesn't build pretty buildings or incredible machines, he doesn't know how to do anything but fight. And if he can't fight, if he can't protect the people he cares about, then why is he still around?

War is everything Etoiles really knows. By the time he reached his late teens and was released from the battlefield he had seen more combat than some people in their old age, everything he knew how to do was to fight, he had nowhere to go, knew no one, had nothing.

He was never able to settle down for too long or even to truly build himself a home, Etoiles knew so very little about the world that he just decided he would explore it. Some people in the army talked about things they missed, things they thought worth fighting for, and Etoiles wanted to understand that feeling of fighting for anything but his own survival.

To this day he still feel more comfortable fighting than he ever does doing anything else.

None of them ever had families.

The concept of family was something Antoine learned by watching other species and for a very long time it was not something he truly understood or could relate. It was only after the plane crash and Pomme that it hit him that maybe he can understand this thing now.

Baghera always thought she was just an orphan with amnesia. She had very little memories of her young years and none of them involved other people, just her and a room, so for a long time she believed she was alone in the world. Even now she struggles with that emptiness, especially now that she knows that the Federation may be the closest thing to family that she will ever have.

Etoiles had parents once. He knows he did, but he cannot remember their faces or even their voices most of the time. He was still just a small child when they came for him and sent him to war.

Pierre was always alone. He had parents but they could as well be ghosts haunting their home, he hardly could see glimpses of them from time to time, all he ever truly had were his machines.

[dan-sing-in-the-rain]

i have a headache right now and i put on noise cancelling headphones but it really doesn't feel like they're cancelling any noise because i still hear the city bells and car alarms and sirens everywhere. probably not helping that i've gotten on the computer now but i was just not on the computer for a while and it did not make my head feel better either. i just i'm just lamenting something that will probably soon change but i just want to be able to think without pain. is this when people take pain medicine?

[susivoi]

They grow up so fast <3

Cocoa headcanons as a cocoa enjoyer:

Jealousy

An aggressive territorial boar-like cocoa. It can usually be found patrolling around the Apollo cabin or Hades Cabin respectively. When given affection by those that it trusts however, it melts into their lap like a puppy.

Grief

A shy yet kind Cocoa that doesn't understand the size of it's Antlers. Nuzzling results in some unwanted scratches. Unfortunately it loves cuddles and nuzzles. Fortunately, the Atlers can be neutralized with marshmallows.

Guilt

A spider cocoa so of course it spins webs. It sticks to everything and usually sits in a ceiling corner with a web nest. Usually, it's shadowy webs are temporary and fizzle out of existence unless tended to. Not exactly the most cuddlable but doesn't mind a good pat.

Isolation

The most anti-social of the cocoas. Usually you can find it sitting in the shadows watching groups of people. It doesn't like interaction unless it's from those it trusts (aka it's dads) The least affectionate of them all.

Sadness

The blob child here we go. Clingy, lazy, sluggish. Wherever it goes it leaves behind a misty shadowy sludge on the ground. Like snail slime. The trail dissappears upon being touched. This cocoa will do anything to get serotonin and with cuddle with literally anyone and anything. No one can refuse that dopey face. Well... eyes. It really doesn't have a face. The eyes just float around as if they were in a jello monster.

Shame

Timid and skittish. Shame is usually seen hiding under beds, tables, or any box that it can fit in. Yet, it can easily be drawn out from hiding with patience and toys. Literally a lap cat I don't know what to tell ya.

[rowan-apollo]

i was so glad when in sherlock and co we find out john likes hot cocoa, he likes fun sugary drinks. in bbc sherlock in baskerville when he says he doesnt take sugar in his coffee or whatever??? BORING . wheres the whimsy. you took the whimsy out of john

[everysongineverykey]

i love how unfatherly crowley and aziraphale both are when it comes down to it. sure aziraphale is more than willing to give the young people in his life help and advice and be their friend but he and crowley spent six years (eleven in the book) practically raising a kid (you just know his parents weren't around that often) and by the end they didn't even like him. crowley even suggested they just fucking kill him. he turned three kids into lizards for annoying him right after he destroyed their house. like it was that or kill them obviously but he did NOT hesitate with the newts. that's so funny to me. they're just inherently disinclined to parenthood. we need more characters like them actually

[00fairylights00]

*clears throat* HIGH HUMANITY P FINALLY BEING ABLE TO EAT AND SHARING ALL KINDS OF WONDERFUL TREATS WITH HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh my god Bloodbrown you are reading my mind ahhhh!!

I bet he would love baking so much, and he takes it so seriously when you tell him the best kind of treats are the ones made with love! I actually have a plot bunny about teaching P how to bake and cook floating around in my notes that I’m excited to get some time to work on.

Okay okay!

The growl of a stomach and the pang of hunger had initially concerned P, who tugged on your sleeve urgently. As you turned to face him his stomach rumbled again, you laughed at his mounting concern and explained that it sounded like he was hungry.

“You know, like how when I wake up I always have something to eat? Like that.” You soothed, the worry lines in his brow settling. 

This was something normal, something human. 

He was now very excited about the prospect of a new human thing he’d be able to try, and eating was something he’d been longing to do, watching you eat tended to be awkward and everything you made looked so appetising.

“I think I have something in the pantry you’ll really like.” You beamed, dragging him into the hotel’s kitchen.

You swung open the pantry doors and rummaged a bit, P looked over your shoulder curiously. The pantry wasn’t filled to the brim but what was in there he wasn’t familiar with at all, tins, cartons and baskets full of food and ingredients he didn’t know the name of.

“Ah hah!” You cheered, pulling a white, metal box from the pantry. “I promise you’ll love these!”

You popped off the lid and inside where multiple yellow discs with brown pieces scattered throughout them, he tilted his head and you waved the box in front of him,

“Try one! They’re homemade.” You coaxed, not that he would take much convincing when it came to you.

“Home… made?” He took a disc, the paper surrounding them crinkling, you also took one for yourself before placing the box on the countertop beside you. 

“It means it was made in the home, I made these ones myself. Some people believe the best kind of food is made with love, which you get plenty of in homemade cooking!” You explained, his eyes widened owlishly, throughly impressed once again by your abilities and your knowledge. You’d said before that they weren’t exactly difficult skills to pick up but he didn’t know how to make a… wait what is this thing?

“What… is it?” He questioned, turning the disc over in his hands. 

“It’s a chocolate chip cookie.” It was solid in his hand but the surface had a bounce to it, he brought it up to his mouth and was even more eager to try it now that he could smell it. 

You watched his reaction closely as he bit into the treat, any hesitance was quickly replaced with pure joy as he rushed to finish the rest of the cookie. 

“You like it?” You asked, and you got an enthusiastic nod in response, a giggle bubbling up from P’s throat boyishly. “Would you like another?”

“Yes!” He beamed, you held the box back out to him and he took another cookie for himself but stopped short when he noticed that you hadn’t done the same.

He frowned, looked at the cookie and then back at you before splitting the treat down the middle and offering one half to you. “Love should… be shared.”

You couldn’t agree more.