#Pastry answers

[croissantlover24]

PASTRY, STOP SPAMMING MY NOTIFS-

I am?

[sams-collaboration-project-ideas]

nom? Anyone?

NOM

[croissant24originals]

Hello, Internet

Hello! Welcome! You may call me Pastry, Croissant, Vee, or Veronica (whichever you prefer; though do note that none of these are my real name). This is a side-blog for all of my original stories, content, art, writings, etc. Sit back, relax, and enjoy yourself.

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[croissantlover24]

Solar angst where he has a panic attack after meeting Nexus again because he reminds him of his Moon?

(Yes yes YESSS)

Solar’s hands shivered. His nonexistent heart began to beat faster and faster, the sound suffocating his audio receptors. The oil within his eyes threatened to spill over. He could hear Nexus saying something in the background, but wasn’t really listening.

This was not how he had wanted things to go.

When Solar confronted his former brother, he thought he’d see some sort of explanation. Some sort of reason.

Not his Moon bubbling back all over again to torture him.

Of course, his Moon was dead. Solar had ensured that himself. However, with how Nexus was acting… it was like his brother was possessed by the ghost of his abuser.

Not a good combination.

“Aww, are you going to cry?” Nexus mocked, flexing his claws and exaggerating his tone.

“Shut up,” Solar hissed, holding back tears.

Nexus came closer.

“I’m not going to change,” he whispered lowly. “I have dark star power. That’s all I need. And soon, I’ll become a god.”

His laughter echoed across the empty halls like a distant wound Solar had long forgotten reopening.

“That may make me the villain of your story,” the lunar animatronic continued, “but I can handle that.”

His voice became colder than ice, frozen over from years of pretending to be someone he was not.

“However… can you?”

“Can’t you do anything right?” Moon had hissed at Solar, slamming his faceplate against the wall repeatedly. “Why are you STILL HERE? Where’s Sun? WHAT’D YOU DO TO MY BROTHER?”

Solar shook his head, pushing the memory back to the deep recesses of his mind. Now was not the time to compare how Nexus had become the person he swore not to be.

“Kneel,” said animatronic commanded, and Solar was suddenly shoved to the ground. He tried to stand, but a force far beyond his own kept him on the ground.

Nexus laughed. “How pathetic.”

“Shut. UP,” Solar hissed, pushing off of the ground and ramming into him. Nexus swiftly dodged, sending Solar barreling into the wall.

“Ugh,” the latter groaned, rubbing his head. Not the smartest decision.

“You’re as foolish as always,” Moon—no, Nexus—teased.

Solar would be lying if he said that he didn’t see the two as one and the same now.

He shook his head. Don’t think about that. DON’T DON’T DON’T—

Solar was slammed to the ground by his former brother yet again, purple magic floating around him.

“Keep your head down,” Nexus growled. “I’m going to make this very clear.”

He grabbed Solar’s faceplate, digging his claws into it and ripping some of the paint off.

“I am not Moon anymore. I am Nexus. Get that straight. Nexus, Nexus, Nexus.” Each time he said his own name, Eclipse—no, Solar (get out of that mindset, Solar)—was punched hard in the face.

Nexus was still going easy on him.

He grinned maniacally, the thing spread far too wide. “I’m glad we’ve come to an understanding.”

He disappeared.

And that’s when the panic attack formed.

Solar’s airways felt tight, as if they had rusted over and filled with dust. Each breath didn’t seem enough, like he needed more more more air and—he wasn’t getting enough of it. He was suffocating, a victim of his own mind. Nervous energy jittered through him, convincing him of hallucinations that weren’t there.

“You’re pathetic.”

“You’re the reason Sun is gone.”

“I’m going to kill you.”

Was it his Moon or Nexus saying those things? Solar suddenly couldn’t remember.

He collapsed against the wall, gripping his head tightly as his heart raced and his mind reeled.

Sleep was… a far away dream for Solar that night.

[croissantlover24]

Hey, rq question, do you drink tea? What’s your favorite kind?

(Just curious cause I drink tea and I have no idea if anyone I’m friends with likes it too because my irl friends don’t really and Idk about anyone online-)

I LOVE TEA!!!! :DDDD

Green tea is my favorite, but I love a lot of specifically flavored things, if that makes sense. Like chai, autumn fog, etc.

[croissantlover24]

@glitchanubi and I talked yesterday and determined that one day we would convince you to fly down here to Texas to have a meetup :)

One day

[croissantlover24]

(whispering to the anons) we should send Nexus to therapy with Bill Cipher :)

I support this endeavor

[croissantlover24]

P A S T R Y. S T A H P.

N O.

[croissantlover24]

Be lucky you haven’t seen people babying Nexus. It’s so bad…

Oh, Anon, trust me, I have. I’m trying to avoid it all to be honest, but it’s hard when every corner of this fandom has been ruined by SolarMoon shippers who don’t think the harassment is real. I’m only staying in this fandom out of spite at this point. This place is a sinking ship and I’m trying to find/stay in the group that’s going to fix it.

[croissantlover24]

Bro(not gendered) we should straight up write a fanfic based off the thing

WE SHOULD!!

[croissantlover24]

Who are you referring to as hypocrites in the sams fandom? Ain't you a hypocrite yourself since you're siding with a groomer while in the same breath shouting about supporting the victims of the Ganons? 🤨

Who said I was “siding with a groomer”? Yes, I trust them. I trust that they have gotten better because I’ve seen them get better myself. No one is shouting over here, anon. I support the gore anons’ victims. That is true. I also support cer-ber-iii.

It’s not hypocritical to trust someone who has gotten better and fixed themselves after their past while also supporting people who are currently being hurt.

Also, I looked through my vent tag, and I haven’t noticed anything of myself saying others are hypocrites (I could be wrong and just missed it though), so where are you getting this from?

[croissantlover24]

Bop. I like this dress. Idk who would wear it, but I like it. (I think I could see Earth in it tho)

Tomorrow. I will tag you. Be ready.

[croissantlover24]

Here’s some Spaniard and Moon angst to write.

Spaniard overhears Moon talking to himself about considering taking away Spaniard’s sentience. Maybe Moon thinks it would be easier or better if he didn’t have it.

Spaniard gets nervous, since he’s not sure if Moon would actually do it, or if Moon was just thinking. And if Moon does, Spaniard can’t do much. He doesn’t have a body, so he can’t run and/or hide. He’s a sitting duck. And on top of that, Moon has the overwrite code. So if Spaniard tried to resist, Moon could just use that to make Spaniard stop.

Moon leaves to go do whatever, then Earth comes in later.

When Earth asks Spaniard how he is, Spaniard tells her about what he overheard. He tells her that he’s not sure if Moon is actually going to go through with it, but he’s nervous. And maybe a bit scared.

Earth decides to stay in the daycare to watch over Spaniard and give him company until Moon comes back. And when Moon does come back, Earth gets really upset with him about what she was told.

She wants to make sure that Moon wasn’t actually planning to do that, and was just thinking out loud about the idea of it for some reason.

(YESSS THANK YOU)

Spaniard looked through the cameras as he usually does after hours. Very few people venture the halls at night other than Moon, so that was who he was watching. Just in case something went wrong, the computer would have the video files to send to the other celestials.

As usual, his creator was muttering under his breath about random ideas, and the computer found himself listening. It’s not like he had much else to do.

That was when he heard something that sent his nonexistent blood cold.

“I might need to rework the code on the computer,” Moon murmured, thinking aloud. “Sentience might make it more resistant or less useful…”

The computer quickly switched to a different security camera. His not-real heart raced, the computer he was set inside of going into overdrive to prevent him from overheating. Moon was going to kill him. Moon was going to destroy him.

One by one, Spaniard cancelled each line of thought. He needed to calm down. Besides, Moon thought about all kinds of things, but rarely created or did any of them. The computer is probably fine.

His code still raced. The errors and warnings of overheating beeped in his “ears”, unsettling him further. He was on edge; a bomb just waiting to be set off.

He watched through the security camera for the daycare as Earth entered. He relaxed slightly at the sight. Earth was known for talking sense into senseless people. Perhaps he could get her help. Each of his simulations of the situation insisted she would be helpful.

“Spaniard, I believe I left my notebook in here,” Earth called out in her gentle voice. “Do you know where it is?”

“First cabinet on the left side of the security desk,” the computer replied in that monotone voice, some worry seeping in. He scolded himself for letting that slip through.

Earth paused. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” he lied, despite his systems screaming at him to tell her the truth and seek her aid.

Curse his increasing sentience, because Earth could clearly hear the tremor in his voice and sensed he was lying.

“Spaniard? What happened?” She attempted to coax the answer out of him; if he was still willing to answer, that is.

“…Moon mentioned getting rid of me,” the computer said at last.

Earth simply nodded at first, her expression solemn. She could understand why it worried the computer. He didn’t want to be a mindless tool forever, unable to do anything. She could also see why he didn’t confront Moon about it. Moon would use the overwrite code against him.

“Do you want me to stay with you?” she asked, before quickly adding, “until Moon returns, that is. We can make sure he won’t do that.”

“Yes,” the computer willed himself to say, not used to requiring the help of others. He hated the feeling of vulnerability it brought.

“Okay,” Earth replied, attempting to calm Spaniard.

The two waited for a few hours, sharing memories and hobbies with each other. Earth settled into the chair she sat in, able to tell that the computer was relaxing as well. That was when the double doors opened, Moon walking in and approaching the monitor.

“Earth?” he asked, looking up at her. “What are you doing here?”

She refrained from answering him for a moment. What would happen if she told the truth? Was her brother really so cruel as to cut away the sentience of someone who has helped the family for so long? She hated that she wasn’t sure.

“Spaniard overheard you mentioning you would get rid of his sentience,” she said slowly, planning each word out carefully.

Moon didn’t look all that worried as he replied with, “did it now?”

The computer didn’t like how he was addressed as nothing more than an object, but said nothing.

Earth nodded. “He did. He’s worried you would kill him.”

“It wouldn’t kill him,” Moon explained. “You can’t remove the sentience of someone who isn’t sentient.”

“Moon, the computer is very much sentient,” Earth argued, angry he would insist upon such a futile notion. “He’s scared of what you’ll do.”

Moon clearly didn’t believe his sister, because he questioned, “Is that true, computer?”

“…Yes,” Spaniard replied with his dull voice. “I do not want to die.”

Moon frowned. Maybe he was thinking through this incorrectly. Was he really about to kill his prized creation?

“Then you won’t,” he replied, steadfast. “My apologies for insinuating otherwise.”

(Keep the Moon and computer angst coming, guys!! It’s so much fun to write)

[croissantlover24]

Croissant lover. Opinions on other related foods? Other pastries? Baguettes?

I love bread

[croissantlover24]

Honestly, I wish the VAs said EARLIER that the celestials are found family.

All this time, I've been enjoying this cutesy, silly, shenanigans-filled "family" show to get away from the heavy shipping of the DCA fandom only to now discover that they aren't family and can date each other within their circle if they want to.

Great. /s

Are there any actual family-focused media and fandom out there? Because even the Encanto fandom is shipping all the Madrigals with each other 😮‍💨

The internet just can’t handle a fandom without shipping in it I guess

[croissantlover24]

so um. Sorry if this is an insensitive question, but…. What happened to the first 23 croissant lovers…?

We fought and I killed them all