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I made another BitterSpice fic. For those who like this crackship. Come and get it.

Also, PLEAAAAASE mind the tags for the third Chapter. If you are a minor/don't like NSFW you are free to not read the third chapter.

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OK. Letting this out in the open for everyone who's interesed. If you have any questions about these ships, you can ask me. I'm also thinking on doing this with Burning Spice Cookie, he's too shippeable for his own good (Just as much as Dark Cacao)

The names are:

GoldenCacao/DarkCheese

Affocacao

HollyCacao/DarkBerry

ElderCacao

WatcherCacao

GrumpyShip

MysticCacao

PolyAncients

BitterSpice

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Most people have a way to define the relationship of their ships. Me as well. And I'm mostly a rarepair shipper, so hear me out on my take.

ElderCacao - Old Married Couple: They love quietly, small gestures of love are everything to them. They cuddle while reading a book and call eachother pet names without shame. They both have big responsibilities, but they always try to make time for their husband.

MysticCacao - Old couple that recently got married: They both also enjoy quiet time together and like small gestures. But Mystic Flour Cookie sometimes will do big gestures to show her love (like granting a big wish). He lays on her lap while he read poems while she braids his hair. They are a little ashamed of calling eachother's pet names in public. Maybe still a bit formal in private.

GoldenCacao - Young Spirit & Old Soul: She is the more active in the relationship, offers big gestures of love and calls him every pet name in the book. He is often flustered, tired and sometimes irritated (she irritates him for fun). In the private setting, however, he takes the lead. Small but significant gestures can fluster her. They lay down in bed and do whatever there in their free time. She is in constant need of affection and, truth be told, he likes to pamper her.

BurningCheese - Enemies to Lovers with Redemption Arc: He hurt her, a lot. But when he came back, she let him be. They worked from the scratch and gave eachother a chance. It's a work in process, but they have many things in common. There's a lot of falls before going up, lots of mistrust, but also an attraction that draws them close.

BitterSpice - Enemies to Lovers: They are opposites to eachother, they don't stand the other's ideals or way of living. But their personality, their little moments together are worth everything. They will make the other fall, if the time has to come. But while they wait, let them enjoy eachother until the final day.

DarkRock - A fan who happens to be a very important person and a rockstar: Sometimes one wishes they could live more normal lifes. To be there in every ocassion, to interact without making a scene about it. Maybe if he songs loud enough, his voice will find him

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Has something like this ever happened to you? It happened three times already to me. What's going on???

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Might as well post this here. Relationship Chart from the CRK characters

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Make out session that ended badly.

She was very cozy but then BS started to get whiny and needing some touch. But he had maybe too much and that made GC mad, turned him down and finished watching the movie in awkward silence

Netflix

(He's waiting for the right moment to make the "and chill" part happen)

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Another theory. Here we go.

If you played the new Burning Spice Cookie Update (ofc you have) and won 100 battles in the Arena (ofc you did) you'll be rewarded with this tiny Subtle Jasmine Cake Hound

But why Jasmine? Why not a Spicy Cake Hound like happened with the other updates? Is it a premonition of a new cookie to come? A non-playable cookie? Thanks you for asking.

You see, when Burning Spice Cookie interacts with Nutmeg Tiger Cookie (the only interaction he has. DEVSIS I NEED MORE BURNING SPICE COOKIE CONTENT!) They talk about how weak the kingdom is. Then Burning Spice Cookie remembers something.

So our kingdom(s), weak and blooming, reminds him of a place. And when Nutmeg Tiger Cookie inquires further, he acts defensive and changes the topic.

He is the Great Destroyer. Why would he be defensive talking about a kingdom? What happened to that kingdom? Is the Subtle Jasmine Cake Hound related to this?

It's theory time.

He doesn't say what he did to that first Kingdom. If he had destroyed it, he wouldn't react like this. Not if it was just a flicker of adrenaline and nothing else. But what if it wasn't? If he still has some kind of attachment to that kingdom, other than being the first one he destroyed, something that made him look weak so he acts defensive on it. Regret? Guilt? Why would he? What had that kingdom that is so important?

I say it was a cookie living in that kingdom. A Subtle Jasmine Cookie. If we were to know this cookie only by their name (I won't assume genders, Devsis has taught me well) then we must know that jasmine flowers are revered for their purity and beauty, often symbolising love, sensuality, and grace. While subtle means delicacy. A delicate beauty of sorts. This cookie was dear to Burning Spice Cookie, already at the verge of boredom and about to be corrupted. This cookie held him back from turning into a destroyer. If this cookie died, be it from age or wronged by others, Burning Spice Cookie's wrath would have been too great. Finally giving into his intrusive thoughts and destroying everything and everyone on his wake, trying to cope with the loss of his dear friend/love/family.

On a more personal note, what if he never got over the loss? What if part of his need to destroy and fight comes from stopping the hurt and pain that the memory provoques.

On an even MORE PERSONAL note. The Subtle Jasmine Cookie could resemble Golden Cheese Cookie. Maybe in ideals and look. So Burning Spice Cookie becomes too attached to her because this might finally give him some closure. If he fights against the hurt from his past, then it would be a way to end that chapter once and for all. It's not about winning or losing. It's about the moment, about the fight itself. And he needs it to be long, exhaustive, on the edge of death so he can recreate that situation.

Remember this is just a theory. But I wanna pray for warrior Subtle Jasmine Cookie 🙏🙏🙏🙏. (If not then it's a new oc)

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More arms to hug, more hands to hold 🥰

Tried to give him extra arms lol

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HUBBY NOOOOOO 😭. Bet you deserve it but NOOOOOO

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The only fic I have for the ship that takes 3/5 of my thoughts. Burning Spice Cookie is a bit weird because I published this before his actual update... Yeha.

Feel free to ask me questions about BurningCacao/DarkSpice if you want to!

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A Thought About Burning Spice Cookie

I was kind of just going about my business today when I had a sort of... revelation, I guess? About Burning Spice. Looking back, I'm not really sure why it took me so long to think of this, but I like to live by the ideal "the best time was then, the second best time is now", so here we go.

Burning Spice was once the Herald of Change (or History, in the original Korean text). He was said to have fought for and defended fledgling civilizations in the distant past, protecting people and helping them in dark times. His throne decor even says he used to let people into his palace and allow them to engage in honest discussion with him about their problems, after which he'd get up and go out and do something about those problems. He sounded like a pretty swell guy... until he got bored with everything and went insane, of course. But here's the thing.

I think I understand why he ended up this way.

To put it as vaguely as possible, I do stuff in real life that may or may not have something to do with history as a subject. And I will gladly tell you all point-blank: history is fucking horrible. History is bleak. History is dark and cruel. The more you dive into it, the more it appears to you as a joke without a punchline. History is a drama, a tragedy, and a big fucking farce all at the same time.

Of course Burning Spice got tired of it. I get tired of it sometimes. Because sometimes, all history ever seems to be is a bunch of delinquents writing "I'm a bad kid" on the chalkboard repeatedly forever and ever. Just a bunch of bad people hurting each other for reasons that'll only come across as stupid long after they've all died at each other's hands. I'm sure Burning Spice started to think "what's even the point of building anything if someone is just going to come tear it down?" And it's hard to not think that when that's what ALWAYS happens. That's what history is a lot of the time. Brutal competition. A war of all against all.

The cure to the cynicism and melancholy history can and will inflict on you, at least in my opinion, is... to stop dwelling on it, honestly. At the end of the day, you have to remember that the past is gone. What's done is done. Things happen and sometimes, you can't do anything about it. You can't go back and save Lincoln from being assassinated. You can't go back and stop the Holocaust. You can't go back and save the world from all those wars and famines and disease epidemics. History both changes constantly and is unchanging at the same time. You have to make peace with what you cannot change - the past - and move forward, because time won't wait for you. We have to remember these things, these dark times; we all have a duty to do so, for the sake of those that came before us and those that will come after. But we also have to remember to live for the sake of those around us here and now. It is the present that shapes the world the most. It is in the present that we find true happiness. Not in the yellowed pages of old textbooks about the past and not in the pie-in-the-sky fever dreams we have about the future.

I think that's what fucked Burning Spice over. He forgot to live in the present. He was so focused on bringing about change, so absorbed in giving everything he had to everyone else, so invested in preserving the past and paving the way for the future, that he started losing sight of what was already there in front of him. His friends. His people. Too much time spent on the bigger picture and not enough spent on the tiny details that don't seem important at first glance, but when you look closer, you realize are what made the whole, entire picture important in the first place. He, like many do, like I do, began to see how cyclical and futile history can really be. He just saw people looking for reasons to hurt one another and destroy anything good they'd built together. Civilizations that were once grand and prosperous falling to anarchy. Clans with close ties turning against one another. Friend groups fracturing. All this hard work, undone, over and over again. And for what? What did they do any of this for? What did HE do any of this for?

I think his descent into villainy was slow, but sure. A little piece of his soul crumbling to dust with every person he felt like he failed because whatever great change he enacted was undone and everyone else suffered for it. And no one was really there to help steer him back onto the right path. Not his friends, not his family, not his people at large. Whether this was because they didn't know he was hurting like this (he seems like the type to keep things close to the chest anyway), they didn't know how to help or comfort him, or they didn't care, ultimately does not matter; regardless, it boils down to Burning Spice never being reminded to find solace in those around him right now, instead of constantly fretting over those before or after.

Maybe if he did remember, if he paid more attention to what IS and not what WAS or what WILL BE, he could've been saved. If he'd let Shadow Milk tell him more about his books and the little puppets he liked to craft. If he listened to Eternal Sugar play her harp more. If he sat and played a few more rounds of Go with Mystic Flour. If he had a friendly sparring match or two extra with Silent Salt. If he ate and drank and danced with his fellow spices like he probably used to like doing. If he stopped thinking he always had to be this larger-than-life figure who lorded over and protected society, and just let himself breathe and be a normal, happy person. It wouldn't make the ultimate folly of history sting any less, but he could have at least made peace with it and continued onward in spite of it.

But he didn't. He succumbed to history's poison, like so many have and so many will. And in an ironic twist of fate, which you will also often find throughout history, the tide of change swallowed him whole and drowned him. He let the failures of yesterday color his perception of today, and tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that. More and more people came across to him as bad actors until the whole world was just a devil's stage play, and it was being performed at his expense. Hard work and self-sacrifice lost its flavor. He tried to keep going, tried to keep pushing himself. Maybe he knew what was happening to him on some level and fought desperately to save himself. Put duct tape over the cracks in a dam, because that's probably all it amounted to, because the wisdom he needed didn't exist within him at that time and he didn't/couldn't find it anywhere else. Pushed forward even when he couldn't see where he was going anymore. Until every muscle in his body hurt. Until he'd lived long enough to see everything he ever lived and worked for be taken apart for scrap, for a vendetta, for shits and giggles.

Until he started looking at those bandits and warlords and terrorists he used to help put away and thinking... "hey. Maybe they're seeing something I'm not. If nothing else at all, they sure look like they're having fun. Way more than I am right now." Until he gave in to despair and grew bitter, and thought "well, if nothing I do really matters, if destroying it all is what makes people happy, then maybe I should give it a shot."

And then he became a bandit, a warlord, a terrorist. He turned into all those people he hated and continues to hate today. He cut out the middle-man and just ended lives before they could begin. Razed civilizations to the ground because that was what was going to happen anyway, whether it be by his hand or someone else's. What does it even matter? What does anything matter? This is all history is. Pain and suffering. He's only doing what's natural. He's solving problems before they can even occur, really. He's doing everyone a REAL favor. Destruction truly is the only way.

The best way to make the world a better place is to make the lives of those around you better first. Even just helping the one person makes a difference in its own way. Think less about making history by winning a war or toppling a regime and more about making history in an old person's life by helping them up when they fall down. Or making history in a dog's life by volunteering at an animal shelter. Or making history in your friends' lives by having a fun day with them that they'll remember and cherish even on their deathbeds. Change doesn't have to be grand. It doesn't need to be an all-consuming tide that rises above the tallest buildings. It can just be gentle waves and seafoam, washing over the sand and kissing one's feet. That's enough, more often than not. More than one might realize.

Maybe if somebody made sure Burning Spice kept this in mind, he wouldn't have turned into a Beast in the end.

TL;DR: History is shit. Him losing it makes perfect sense. I probably would have, too. Somebody should've been there to keep him grounded. Everyone failed him and he failed himself. Remember to live in the present. YO SOCRATES, IT'S A FUCKING COOKIE

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This is how you greet my hubby

This is how you greet the Great Destroyer

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I also have a PolyAncients fic if anyone wants to ready it.

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Here you have my (for now) only ElderCacao fic.

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I can't go to sleep now since there's a theory going over my head. That Golden Cheese Cookie is TRULY, WITH NO EXCEPTIONS, a Soul Jam thief. Let me explain.

At the start of her story, she's roaming the dessert looking for treasures. Specially, looking for a gem that grants wishes.

So, what if she, somehow, found a way to Beast Yeast? What if she, somehow, reached The Great Destroyer's tumb and there, she found Burning Spice Cookie's Soul Jam? And then she took it, believing that this was the gem she was looking for? The one she thought, was a gift of the witches when in reality she just stole it?

It would make sense why all spices call her a thieve, the monsters she fought along the way being their ancestors who told her story to the younger generation until our days. What if she's not the God, but the profetized Demon?

It's almost midnight so just bear with me

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For the Tumblr comunity looking for MysticCacao, I have some fics for you. I mostly post on Twitter. If you already read my fics, let me know if you liked them ☺️

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Why does he look ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE IN EVERY SCREENSHOT?!?! Burning Spice Cookie come to my kingdom already I will build an arena for you to play in 🥲

I rewatched the part where Burning Spice shows up and kept pausing just to see how his mouth moves

Have fun with those