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I like being mean

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big fan of Whatever the Fuck is going on with Jax and Pomni

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I love the implication that all three of their flesh forms saw this nasty ass headset VR going yellow with rot in a long abandoned building most likely rat infested

and said I am going to put that on my face.

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whatever, go my yuri

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i know he's so pissed

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oh my god i love you .. get over here lemme give tyou a kiss || i lost the og request kay ehm ess

BROKEN PROMISES || PURECACAO ANGST

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Self harm, relapse

Pure Vanilla Cookie sat alone on him and Cacao's bed. He looked at his legs, his thick Cacao kingdom robes pulled up to his bare legs. His shoulder was uncovered as well-- and he couldn't pretend it didn't sting just like the rest of him. He sighed-- The wounds had just now scabbed over, which was all he could heal for now. The glow around his legs had faded slightly.

He just hoped Dark Cacao wouldn't notice.

He shoved the small blade-- an ornate pocket knife that Dark Cacao had given him on their first adventure together, just the two of them-- back into it's hiding place, the wooden plank between the mattress and wall. It wasn't supposed to be out. He wasn't supposed to use it for something stupid like this.

He was so, so tired. He rolled over on his side, tired and upset, and sighed. Dark Cacao Cookie wouldn't have a break to come back to their bedroom until his duties were finished-- which could be any time from now and hours later. He heard the knife drop to the ground under the bed as he shifted uncomfortably, trying to find a new position that wouldn't make him want to start sobbing all over again.

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Dark Cacao Cookie had knocked on the door to their room before pushing it open, not waiting for an answer. Pure Vanilla Cookie was half-asleep, but awoke slightly at his arrival. He stood up, fairly wobbly from exhaustion and his wounds. Dark Cacao's nose twitched and crinkled slightly and his eyes narrowed, but Pure Vanilla hardly noticed over the relief of his return.

Pure Vanilla pursed his lips when Cacao asked how his day was and switched the subject quickly.

They sat at the small table in their quarters where they normally ate breakfast and dinner together. Instead of the regular conversation-- mostly from Pure Vanilla, about his day, how his winter garden was coming along, how the licorice rats snuck into his greenhouse and huddled together near his small collection of tropical plants to keep warm, anything, really-- it was silent. Almost completely silent. But even over the smell of pork and savory potatoes, Dark Cacao swore he could take a hint of the slightly sweet smell of blood.

Dark Cacao eyed Pure Vanilla intensely. Not quite on purpose-- I mean, yes, he meant to look at Pure Vanilla-- but he burned a bit of a hole in the top of Vanilla's skull, as he looked up and cocked his head at Cacao, sweating slightly despite the chilly room as Dark Cacao continued staring at him and trying to figure out what the smell could be from.

Dark Cacao pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes again, his judgement facing Pure Vanilla the most. His head felt slightly hot and heavy. Maybe he had just not quite washed the blood from the pork off of the counters. Or, maybe, that blood was Pure Vanilla's.

"Pure Vanilla Cookie." Dark Cacao approached, his steps silent, calculated. He came up behind the slightly shorter man and held him from behind as he put the leftovers away into the icebox. "You're quiet today. Is anything wrong?"

Pure Vanilla pursed his lips together and tensed up when Dark Cacao rested his hand on the tender flesh of his left shoulder. He turned around and looked down out of shame. Cacao only avoided his eyes as he realized what had happened. He gritted his teeth together and quickly walked away to avoid a burst of anger that would only make Pure Vanilla feel worse.

Dark Cacao took a moment outside on the balcony, biting his nails and pacing. Vanilla could tell from his shaky silhouette that he was angry and nervous. The staff he held tight in his hands felt sweaty under his clenched palms. He felt the staff's stink-eye boring a hole into the side of his skull even as Vanilla watched from the window.

His stomach felt empty even though he had just ate-- and heavy as if he had eaten enough for an elephant. He pinched at the dough-like skin on his neck and bit his bottom lip anxiously. He sat down on the bed, which now felt cold and uninviting. His exhaustion nearly repulsed him and kept him off the bed instead of making him crave the bed even more. He wouldn't really be able to sleep anyways, not without talking to Dark Cacao.

The door creaked open from the balcony and Dark Cacao sat next to him on the bed. Pure Vanilla scooted away for a second before Dark Cacao hugged him close, holding his face especially and murmuring quietly.

"You don't deserve this anger." He sighed. "It's not directed towards you-- I just.." Cacao paused and pulled Pure Vanilla's sleeve slightly to see the wounds. "I just know that no matter how hard you try you can't quite quit."

Pure Vanilla nodded, silent. He pressed himself into Dark Cacao and rolled over into his own space of the bed. Dark Cacao slid under the covers next to him and held him close for a while.

"You can break all the promises you need to if it means you'll get better." Dark Cacao sighed and kissed him on the head.

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AUTHORS NOTES ; ..

hi hi i know DC wasn't really all that upset-- i feel like he would go outside and pace for like an hour before chilling out and having a normal convo

anywho tags. and give me more requests i'll kiss you

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〃✦ ┆ 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐘

“My dear,” He said warmly. “In every universe, no matter who— or what we may be, do you suppose we’re together in every universe?”

Quiet, he pondered for a moment. “Together, in a separate life beyond our dynasty?”

“Yes.. Beyond our crispy dough, and separate beings from our titles as heroes. Perhaps, as something less, or more than a Cookie, like a sugar-amber firefly, or a dark truffle moth. Maybe even.. beings beyond our comprehension.”

Dark Cacao chuckled briefly at his imagination, and took another small vow of silence. He caught his gaze, smiling. “Then yes, it’s undeniable.”

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No I don’t really know what I mean by this either

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let me put these guys in one place

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How do I communicate to this bird outside our window that its song is repetitive, derivative, and frankly kind of ass. You can't get bitches by just repeating the same five notes over and over, buddy.

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THE DETAILS IN THIS SHOW-

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Look who's finally back. Happy Late Freaking Pride Month everyone

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Stories should have in-universe clichés and stereotypes. A teenage dragon rider who gets a dragon who will be his steed for life and is a solid inky black and immediately names her Midnight. He then immediately encounters someone who sees his steed who goes "lmao please don't tell me you're one of those young riders who gets a dark-colour dragon and immediately names it Darkness or Midnight or something, and starts acting like being dark and broody has been their whole thing their whole life."

And he immediately scrambles back like "oh no of course not that's cringe, her name is - uh - Daisy."

Meanwhile the Morbid Broody Dark Gothy One is bonded with a bright dandelion yellow dragon, naming her steed Sulfur and then revamps her whole aesthetic into a black-and-yellow Toxins, Poisons And Venoms -theme.

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the crk worm got me and i drew sugarfly as a silver tree knight

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Who wants to bet Ragatha was really into baseball as a kid & her mom sucked the fun out of it for her, criticizing all her mistakes? Or another case, made her quit because of it being “unladylike”. And Ragatha wanted a chance to enjoy the sport again without her ruining it…

What do u think? I’d love to know💖

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I should be working on my cosplay but Sweetfrog and the Easter bunny being gay had distracted me.

I am convinced Jax would teasingly call Ribbit “Sweet frog”. Not only does he look the part, but it’s a cute name.

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