#don't mind how dark it is I've got cookies in here

[wickedfang-sso]

Yes

who wanna talk to me

[no1blacksapphirefan]

Hi, hello, just found your blog and I really like it! It's nice here

Anywho, I was slightly curious about your self-aware crk au, and wanted to request something if that's okay!

What I'm really curious about is how do cookies react when you pick them up just to hold them and put them back down/to interactive decorations? How do they react when you drag them over to the castle and let them sit there? (I still find that feature endearing, haha, you can only imagine how many times I've put the deceitful trio/ancients/just the cookies I like there)

Another funny thing to think about is how ancients (and beasts) react if you make the castle look like theirs. Like, select the design of it based on the respective kingdoms?

I thank you very much for the wholesome and funny content, keep up the good work, those are interesting to read :)

Hihiii, thank you so much I'm glad you've enjoyed your time here <33 I'm very happy you find my writing for these silly cookies interesting and entertaining to read. Honestly never thought this account would grow this quickly hehehehe

Onwards to the thoughts!! Chose random cookies for this request

Black Sapphire oho he doesn't mind it one bit. You wish to see him sit at a table? Of course, want to put him at that altar decor with your mycookie? Oh he'd love too, even if it's not actually official. Just want to see him water some flowers? Anything.

Some things he enjoys more than others of course but if you genuinely enjoy just placing him somewhere where he can interact with it? Sure, seeing you smile at such silly things is entertaining to him afterall. He'll make sure to tease you when he escapes though.

Shadow Milk He defo has his favourite decor he loves interacting with, and he loves it more when you directly lead him there. And if he had any decor that was specifically for him? He's giddy when you but it, especially if it costed you gems.

Such a precious currency, yet you use it to buy his decor. Bring him over to it more, or well...if you don't he probably will walk all the way there unless you make him work.

He loves sitting at your castle as well, he stays there for as long as he could, he's even willing to stay forever. (I can see him get annoyed if he can't interact with certain decor, he deserves your attention and you putting him there)

Golden Cheese If I recall, there's a decor for her that is a throne right? Yeah she loves when you place her on that, it's a throne specially for her which adds to it.

There's a reason she sits the way she does on it, she's very proud of the fact you got it for her, seemingly specially for her too. Just watching you buy things for her and fellow cookies special for them, makes her feel so lucky to have you as their "God"

Dark Cacao he loves peacefully sitting on some of the decor, whether that be the the benches, cushions or the castle. He finds it peaceful, plus he's able to sit there for awhile without needing to get up unless you need him too.

While he can still do it on his own volition (haha see what I did there?), having you do it...he doesn't know why, but it's different. He has sworn for most of his life to protect earthbread and his kingdom, it was his duty he never wanted to stop. But within your kingdom walls, as long as you were there. He didn't have to worry about it.

So being able to, in better terms. Relax, and it's you essentailly making him relax. It makes him happy. He prefers the sitting decor but if there's any more interactable ones he's happy to do it for you.

[lavender-butterfly-cookie]

Hey if you could can you write for the Ancients comforting a fellow ancient reader who got kidnapped by their beast and chat with them? (I don't know how else to work this I'm not good at explaining things)

Plot suggestion: basically it's kind of just the scene from Sam Remy Spider-Man from Peter Parker getting kidnap to Green Goblin giving them a proposition then flying away saying "THINK ABOUT IT "HERO"" but with some alterations

Here's the scene that I'm talking about

https://youtu.be/sAfxBXAQCZM?si=LfuEqW_z1cqA9uqp

Brother, I had to go watch that scene- I will gladly do it. Side note, most likely going with the light of patience Y/N cookie because that's currently the only Y/N ancient cookie I've created.

Comfort after the chaos

After a long lasting series of VERY unfortunate events, you were back in your kingdom and exhausted. You just endured what seemed to be a forever lasting trip to and from Beast-Yeast and you had a lot on your mind. Especially after your encounter with the beasts. You have no idea how, but you had to travel there 5 times. And in all those five times you found yourself held captive. You were doing this to help your fellow ancients, NOT BE KIDNAPPED 5 TIMES IN THE TIME SPAN OF FIVE WEEKS!

Speaking of the ancients, they were all worried about you. You didn't have a previous holder of the light of patience, so there was no particular beast who was after your soul jam. But that was more of a reason to help your companions in defeating their beasts. However, you seemed to be targeted more than your allies, and no matter how hard you tried you found yourself in the same situation. In the clutches of the beasts.

The Beasts didn't harm you physically, but the mental trauma was far from ceasing anytime soon. Everything each of them said correlated to the conclusion that you'd be better off joining them and giving in to the corruption. Because there's nothing more the people love more than to watch a hero fall. In the end they'd all grow to be bitter to you, grow to hate you despite how much you've done for them. They'd hurt you and part of you knew it was true. "So why not hurt them fiirst?" That was always the question. All those interactions ended with them leaving you to think about it and you had never quite recovered from the experience

Your discomfort and unease did not go unnoticed by the other ancients, oh not at all. Every time you returned from beast yeast you seemed more shaken up and all of them felt guilty for having you tag along only to return traumatized. With this in mind, they all tried to comfort you as best they could. Though you never actually told them what had happened during your time being a hostage, they were determined to soothe any discomfort.

"Do not allow Shadow Milk cookies words to get to you, Y/N cookie. Anything from that Beast can not be trusted." Pure Vanilla cookie stated as he pulled a placed a tea cup on the table in front of you. He walks behind you and pulls a blanket over your shoulders as a means to make you feel at ease. And it's working. "I promise you that he will never be given the chance to disturb you so much. I will always be here to stir you in the right direction if he ever tries to get in your head again"

"I apologize once again that you had to be dragged through that issue, Y/N cookie." Dark Cacao said, he had grown a bit soft after he saw how being kidnapped had effected you. Despite you reassuring him that it wasn't his fault, he couldn't just leave it be. Though he wasn't exactly... best with comfort, you could see he was trying. Caramel Arrow Cookie and Crunchy Chip cookie were doing more of the direct comforting for him, CA occasionally hugging you and making sure you were ok whilst CC had his cream wolves huddle around you to comfort you. Both methods worked quite well. They did this because Dark Cacao himself genuinely wasn't sure of how the best way to console you would be after encountering Mystic Flour cookie. But you did appreciate the effort.

"Go on Y/N cookie! I insist. Anything you want shall be yours" Golden Cheese said. She had a plan, and that plan was to spoil you filthy! Anything you had taken an interest in was immediately yours. And even if you didn't want anything she'd still buy you things she knew you liked or gave you comfort. She would take you on flights around the kingdom too. She had also grown a habit of hugging you and wrapping her wings around you as though to protect you. And she was protecting you. Protecting you from Burning Spice cookie, as she should've done when you were still in Beast-Yeast. She's got you, and she ain't letting NOBODY try taking you away from her. They'd have to catch these hands first! And that gave you a sense of security

"How are you feeling, Y/N cookie? You doing better?" Hollyberry cookie asked as she prepared another cup of juice. You were both outside and she had been more of an energetic comforter than the previous three. A bit of fresh air and exercise should be a good distraction from whatever the heck Eternal Sugar cookie had said to you. She had also gotten you a lot of juice. Like- A LOT. You weren't sure if she was trying to get you drunk or something but fortunately none of them seemed to have alcohol. At least not the ones she had given you. She was also quite insistent on a bit more training so you could better prevent such situations, which was something you expected more from Dark Cacao but for some reason it didn't happen. Regardless, she's wants you to be protected, even if it's not by her.

"Please don't stray too far away, Y/N cookie. I still have yet to fully adjust to the forest myself." White Lily cookie requested as you both took a stroll under the night sky. She had been a lot more cautious with you after having lost you to Silent Salt cookie. She tried everything that usually made her feel better with you. Taking you to flower gardens, having a cup of tea whilst reading a good book, cuddles, any and everything. She also had the faeries take care of your needs when she couldn't be near, which they did gladly since they were aware of your contribution to their queens victory. White Lily will make sure you are as comfortable as possible and having her around is comforting in itself.

[ddejavvu]

Okok. A little Dbf hotch scenario I thought of🤭

Imagine the reader occasionally smokes weed with friends and she can always get past her dad high without him noticing. But when she gets dropped off this time she comes home to Aaron and her dad having a drink… and he immediately knows she’s high.

Do with that what you will!

- eloise!!💌

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

this post is 18+ (because of an age gap and drug use), minors dni.

You don't think anything will be different about tonight than any of the other nights you've come home high. Because your dad never notices, and you don't linger in his study when you announce your return home. You're not quite perceptive enough to pick up on Aaron's prolonged stare on you as you greet your father and his guest, but you do happen to notice when Aaron steps into the kitchen behind you not a minute later.

"Y/N," He announces his presence, and you turn, trying to keep your mind solely focused on him. It's hard, it wants to wander into a foggy haze, but Aaron's a treat to look at, so you start there.

"Hi, Aaron," You hum, a glass of water in hand to take back to your room, "Did you want water too?"

"No," He doesn't stop in the doorway, instead he makes his way over to you, stopping slightly too close for normal conversation. You lean back slightly out of instinct, though if you had your way you'd lean closer, and he studies your face.

"How much weed have you smoked?" He asks a moment later, interrupting the thick beat of silence that had befallen the cramped kitchen.

"What?"

"You're high," He raises a hand to your cheek, tilting your head down so that he can get a better look at you, "Your eyes are red. And you're spacey; you're high."

"I am not!" You feel petulant, like a toddler caught with their hand in the cookie jar, "I'm not high, I just- I've been crying."

"Really? About what?" He hums, eyes narrowing ever-so-slightly as he stares down at you, your chin still held in his large hand.

"Um- I broke up with my boyfriend," You fib, because you didn't have one in the first place, "And I'm just sad. That's all."

"I'm sorry to hear that." Aaron croons sympathetically, then drops his hand from your face so that his wrist hovers in front of your nose.

"What time is it?"

You squint at his watch, confused, "What?"

"Tell me the time," He urges, angling the face of his watch towards your own, "If you're not high, you'll be able to read my watch."

"But-"

"Come on," He murmurs, and the smooth tone of his voice sends your insides whirling, "What time is it, sweetheart?"

You don't know. The numbers just aren't making sense, and you're more focused on the dark hair lining his thick wrist than you are on the hands of a clock.

He gives you ten seconds, longer than he needs to know, really, then sighs.

"That's what I thought. Drink this, all of it, and go sleep it off." He gives you an unamused glance, lips turned down as he taps at the rim of your glass, "And don't ever let me catch you coming home high again, do you hear me?"

He seems to take your stunned silence for an answer, and relaxes slightly, backing away. But you find your voice before he's gone, "You're not my dad. You don't live here," And he's stiffening again, turning back to face you.

"I'm not your dad," He repeats, eyes a shade darker than they normally seem. "Your dad's so unobservant he wouldn't notice if you got a face tattoo. But I would. I know you, I notice you. And if it takes me moving in to stop you from smoking, I'll be here every night, sweetheart."

He lets his words hang in the air, exhilaratingly firm. It's a thrill to be noticed by him, even if it means he wants you to stop smoking weed. You watch him with parted lips, not a gawky gape to your mouth, but just enough for a soft intake of air to hit your lungs. You're speechless, and this time silence is your answer.

"Drink your water, and go to sleep," He instructs you, nodding towards the glass as he makes his way back to your dad's study, "Don't let me catch you again."

[swiiivet-screamathon]

"Welcome back White Lily, did the stores fair you well?"

"Yes, yes, I'll be well packed for once I head out again."

"I expected nothing less from the Cookie Kingdom. I presume I'm not privy to your next destination?"

"I don't think I've got one in mind this time, it's been a while since I've gone out without purpose or responsibilities; it'll be nice to do that again, I think."

"That does sound nice, I would've loved to have joined you if I wasn't occupied."

"Makes it a lot easier to not have to tell you no. :p"

"Haha, I simply cannot help it. ^^"

"I had reason to stop by here though, I wanted a moment."

She sits down next to PV on the fountain's coping.

"Ah, I see; want to join me feeding the birds?"

"No, not really."

"Haha, you want a story, don't you?"

She leans her head on PV's shoulder, closing her eyes.

"Anything in particular? Or just how my day has gone, like usual?"

"Mm, Your new project, I haven't seen you be so determined and forward in a very long time."

"You haven't seen a lot of me at all for a long time. :p"

"Haha, that is true."

"Well, once we separated by the tower the predicted ruse was revealed shortly after, and after that he spent a lot of time trying to drag me down to his level. But to drag someone down to meet your gaze means they have to look into your own eyes too, not just the other way around. The more tricks he employed to convince me to divert from my core the more I saw his own. I entered that tower with confidence that I'd stop him for good, but after a while it morphed into stopping him for just a moment, a moment long enough for him to truly look into my own eyes too."

"Do you think that moment was enough?"

"I hope so, at least. He did get a little cranky about it though."

"Haha, another Dark Cacao then?"

"Perhaps, I could see it."

"Have you truly thought through whether this is just your normal wish fulfilment or actually possible?"

"I think I have. A lot of cookies have been doubting me, worrying that my judgement is clouded; that I am simply a victim of his trickery. But if I don't stand for what I believe in then what right do I have to hold the souljam who represents those beliefs?"

"If you believe you have then I trust that you have, you've got a good heart after all."

"You don't need to exclude yourself from that sentiment."

"Haha, you know that's not what I meant. Has things been going well then?"

"In general? Well, all my friends are not only reunited including my best friend but also safe and sound, we're all evolving into better and stronger cookies for the sake of our world, we've made many allies and empowered them to hopefully once and for all defeat Dark Enchantress and possibly manage to make a new life-long friend here soon. I'd say its truly been a while since my days have been this good."

"That also sounds nice, I hope your optimism isn't misplaced."

"I'd be quite surprised if this time it was, haha."

A small unusual splash is heard from the fountains waters, but the two seem unphased about what that might've been caused by.

[derww]

DEVOTIONS WEEK DAY 6: FRIENDLY/PARANOIA

– Listen, – Spoke begins, sitting with his legs apart and leaning on them, on a block of netherite in the middle of the dupe vault, – I know that I've been acting strangely lately, right?

– That's not the right word,– Mapicc grumbles – he stands leaning against a wall of beacons, arms crossed, – a little more, and you would have completely switched to riddles.

– I know, I know, I'm sorry, – Spoke raises his hands, showing that he gives up, – I thought to keep everything to myself – here, you know, such a delicate matter, anyone can break everything, – he hesitates, – but then I realized that the simplest way to get you in my way is to keep you in the dark.

– I wish I could say you're wrong, – Zam stammers, – but you're probably completely right. To be honest, I've been very worried about you these last few days, all you've been doing is saying mystical phrases and refusing to clarify, I already thought that you were betraying us.

– Fair enough,– Spoke nods, – I'll tell you. But this has to stay just between the three of us. No one else has to find out; otherwise, everything will be at risk. Do you understand?

– What about Ro, – Mapicc interrupts, – even he can't know?

– He can't. Neither Roshambogames, nor TheTerrain, nor Vortexdragon. Just the two of you. It should be a secret from everyone. I can only tell you two.

Mapicc gives him a dark look and shakes his head – suspects, does not believe – but does not continue.

Zam looks at him from under his brows. Even now, holding on to different walls, he and Mapicc feel like one team, – what's the matter, Spoke?

He grins.

– This is a large-scale plan that originates before the start of the season. A glitch capable of determining the order of this world for years to come. The vulnerability is in the very code of reality. The whole dupe war is just part of the setup for it, and when the plan is put into action, nothing that happens at the level of ordinary players will cease to matter.

– Are you going to end this world? – asks Zam with unreadable emotion.

– Oh, Zam, – Spoke shakes his head, – I'm going to do a lot more.

***

– I just can't take it seriously anymore, – Zam shares, gnawing on a cookie. – Ro and his plans, – clarifies, – all his plans, you know? What difference does it make if Spoke turns the server into his playground very soon?

– He's having fun, – Mapicc shrugs, – weren't you having fun?

– Not really. I tried, because you are my team, but I never got better. It's not my thing.

– But you're so calm about the Wormhole. How is this better?

– It takes any responsibility out of the hands of the players, – Zam shakes his head, – what difference does it make if someone has an op? This world is obviously doomed, and you are my team, so why would I bother?

– I don't understand how you think. – And, distracted instantly, – I would have told him, but Spoke is right. The information is too sensitive. He's already taken a big risk by including us in.

– I would not like to fail to meet his expectations.

– I wouldn't want to mess up his plan. It's cool.

– It is... It's cruel, – Zam snorts, dragging his fingers along the masonry floor of the base. A modest poppy is breaking through the seams, – but I will not stop it. I respect Spoke. But, you know what?

– Hmm? 

– Spoke will regret it.

***

– How would you explain it at all, mind who? – Vi throws up his hands. A helpless expression is stuck on his face.

– We didn't like our team anymore, and we came for an interview, – Zam calmly replies, hanging down to see the swirling thick fog.

– To a secret base?... – Vi ironically clarifies, and Zam, grunting, nods, as if it was absolutely normal and definitely not crazy.

– I mean, – Mapicc grins – he, unlike Zam, sticks to the wall, clearly not feeling safe, – the fact that we were able to find it quite counts for passing the test. Not that it was difficult, of course.

– You know we're going to war against you, right? – Subz remarks skeptically, clearly not seeing the need to keep this in his sleeve, – against Ro and Mapicc in the first place, but also against Zam and even Spoke, too.

– Publicly, fight as many as you want, – Mapicc snorts; for him, the idea that he could lead to a decrease in the amount of violence on the server would definitely be unthinkable, – we are here unofficially. As colleagues. We came to say hello and find out how you are here. How are you doing with your idiotic emocult.

Subz facepalms. Vi sighs heavily.

– You shouldn't have been included, – Vi grumbles, but he doesn't sounds angry. – the more people know, the higher the chance that information leaks out.

– You can't return what has been done, – Zam shrugs his shoulders. – but hey, we're your best bet, we keep secrets well, remember the dupe war? – he grins, – we will be friends, Vi, don't worry. Do you remember the end of the season 3? I do.

There is a deadly silence. It is interrupted by Mapicc:

– So, where's the sacrifice room or something?

***

– I don't really like all of this, – Zam sadly admits, poking at the side of a po potion, – it creates too much imbalance between the players. If Spoke gets an op, he will be the only one with absolute power. But now... They're just mortals playing gods. You may be immortal and omnipotent, but you're still human, actually. It's stupid.

– I can understand that,– Mapicc nods. – the way Ro shot Pangi? Absolutely not necessary. Bro, bro, you can pick up a sword and kill him yourself. 

– Yes... – Zam pulls, – I understand the thirst for power and advantage, but what's the point if all this is illegal and doesn't really belong to you? This is... wrong. I wouldn't want it all to be on the server.

– Do you want to betray Spoke? – Mapicc asks imperturbably, and Zam flinches.

— No... No, – he stammers, – of course I don't like it, but there's no point in betrayal. Of course, I can try to take illegal items from people and dump them into the lava, but it will never work. And Spoke will be a god very soon, and none of this will matter anymore. If he wants to, he will remove all these toys. If he wants to, he will give them to absolutely everyone. Then why do anything at all?

– You could tell Parrot what's going on, – Mapicc suggests disinterestedly, and Zam snorts.

– To him? It's too late, the illegal items are already on the server. Spoke has too much pressure on him.

– It must be hard for you,– Mapicc says suddenly.

– Why? 

– Things are wrong for you, and your prospects are meaningless.

– Isn't that true? – Zam is surprised.

– Who knows, – Mapicc shrugs, – I'm not inclined to overthink as you do, but I know that wherever I am, any decision I make counts. – And with a well-aimed blow, he smashes the bottle of potion into the wall.

***

– It's, like, pretty decent,– Zam comments when they get high enough to regard the position as private.

– Who, your self-esteem? – Mapicc laughs it off and intercepts his trident, which is almost completely blackened by the number of effects.

– The Wormhole, – Zam replies with a smile, and Mapicc looks up.

Below them is a huge war for a twisted and broken world. Above them – a blue–blue-purple funnel continues to spin inexorably.

– Well, at least something good came out of it. – Mapicc shakes his head.

– No, there's something else, – Zam adds meekly.

– And what is it?

– It will never happen again.

Mapicc clicks his tongue and nods, understanding.

– You're right about that. Once and never again.

[ghostfish-cookie]

Welp guess who's back again. Simultaneously took longer, and shorter than intended, but I've got something in the works, but have something to show for it now at least!

It's an AU that is.. yet to have a name, but the basis is that all cookies have animal features! :]

With that in mind, here's the two designs I've got so far!

(Putting them under a cut so the post isn't too long, lol)

Pure Vanilla, a sheep with warm wool, and an equally warm smile. The king of the Vanilla kingdom, he's a gentle and calm healer, and though he has incredible expertise in magic of all kinds, retains healing and protection as his specialties. He really likes his space and his privacy, despite how friendly he is.

I'm not sure about the staff I gave him, but we'll see... It still has the same functionality as his usual orchid staff, just.. a couple more flowers that are much, much smaller. His usual outfit is the one on the right, which is basically his canon outfit, but with the addition of lotsa fluff, hehe! The left is an alternative outfit inspired somewhat by the Pastel Blue costume, because I love it a lot hehehe!

Shadow Milk Blueberry Milk, an eccentric and theatrical rabbit who lives in Pure Vanilla's dreams, quite literally. His situation is somewhat of a mystery to Pure Vanilla, but he knows the rabbit is rather lonely without him. Blueberry Milk is full of jokes, excitement and energy, making every night entertaining through a handmade stageplay, or an intriguing conversation. He's incredibly intelligent despite his chipper and lax attitude, which shows clearest in deeper conversations.

His design is very inspired by the statue seen in Episode 7, though also with definite use of Shadow Milk's current design, and referencing his sprites a little, especially for colors. He might get some design changes over time, mostly adding some details perhaps? His outfit feels a little too plain for him methinks... haveta think about it I suppose :3

In Pure Vanilla's dreams, he'd made a friend unlike any other, and they ended up becoming closer and closer to each other after years and years of talking each and every night. After all, Blueberry already knew Vanilla's deepest secret, so for once, there was nothing for him to hide... which I'll get into later. ;]

I will note, some other characters and their animals have been figured out but not too many. I have most of the other ancients, and some of the other beasts though!

(EDIT: SOME DETAILS LISTED BELOW HAVE BEEN RETCONNED ALREADY... SORRY ABOUT THAT.(When I have a masterpost, I'll be so powerful...))

Dark Cacao: Moose Golden Cheese: Bird(Wow, shocker.. still haven't figured out what kind yet though, because it will be more specific than 'bird') White Lily: Mantis(Possibly Orchid Mantis) Hollyberry: I'm trying to decide between Draconic or a Bear.. hmm...

Mystic Flour: Spider Burning Spice: Lion Honestly don't know enough about the other two beasts to decide for them quite yet methinks..

Here's some more loose ideas I have for other characters:

Werewolf is going to be a wolf, obviously. Cream Ferret, Fig, Kumiho and Cream Unicorn are along the same lines for obvious reasons. Crunchy Chip will also be a wolf most likely(unless I get a better idea(unlikely)) I think Rye should be either a cow or horse I would like the faeries to be bugs, specifically along the lines of butterflies and moths The mer cookies like Crimson Coral, Sorbet Shark, Frilled Jellyfish, Squid Ink, etc. probably will mostly remain how they are, and same with the dragons. Chili Pepper might be a raccoon, or a weasel because I think it'd be funny Strawberry I think is gonna be some kind of cat. Not sure about Wizard and Gingerbrave right now though

Anyway, I'll be back later, Fish out ✌️

[spireofdeceit]

I'll just make a half coherent post so I don't have to haunted by it for another week. I'll reiterate ideas about beasts I've been saying here and there, in it's own post.

As of now, the story with the beasts and ancients is nearly the best Devsisters have worked with. Weirdly, they took a very popular trope of a good guy having an evil version of them, and then. Understood the assignment. With some misses, but mostly hits, Beast Yeast has been an absolute banger, and I've got a lot of excitement for the story I didn't think I'd ever have for cookie run again.

So. As of right now, with Shadow Milk's chapter conclusion, we have a quite solid pattern of writing Beasts and the conflict with the Ancients. Instead of dancing around it, I'll just bullet point what seems to be the main themes:

Mortality and immortality: Beasts were made into immortality, ancients were not. That leads to fundamentally different experience that either party had. Unlike ancients, who earned their immortality (then godhood), Beasts ARE gods who were unable to understand cookies they were made to serve.

Nihilism and hopefullness: Beasts had lost their hope in cookiekind, falling into bitterness, hatred and despair. It is a sign of being unable to cope with very human, mortal experiences (loss, conflict, desires, greed, love), unlike Ancients who had lived, loved, lost, grew, and who will not lose their hope for people and the better future and will keep fighting for it.

From the above comes out the point I'm gonna call I WAS DESTINED TO LOVEHATE YOU: Beasts believe that Ancients genuinely stole part of their power, instead of being punished for going rogue on their purpose from the witches. BUT. Beasts believe the Ancients are just foolish for standing with their beliefs, as Beasts have seen the truth, the reality of things, they """understand""" that Ancients virtues are futile - and they WANT to change their mind, get them on their side or destroy them in the process, prove them wrong. Whether you want to admit it or not, they're factory made narrative foils who were destined to understand each other like nobody else, but never going along on the same path, see ⬆️.

I HATE MY FOLLOWERS: Beasts do not care for their followers as much as followers care/worship their beasts. Re: Nutmeg Tiger is a general upholding a status quo based on strength and authority, believing in Burning Spice representing her worldview; however, Burning Spice does not care for neither her, nor the wild spices, or the showmanship of power; Candy Apple and Black Sapphire find entertainment in trickery, rumors, lies that hurt people, for which Shadow Milk, actually, doesn't care that much - what Shadow Milk wants ultimately is a perfect world where lies and truths cannot be told apart, BECAUSE cookies lie, because truth hurts, because he hates Knowing; as far as his henchmen can entertain him, they are the kinds of people that made him "open his eyes" to the cookies "true" nature.

Friendship: Beasts, I don't think, actually were ever friends. Part of a pantheon, sure, but not comrades the way you imagine friends to be. Ancients met, got to know each other, care for each other, and that care is being used against them (especially in case of White Lily and Dark Enchantress being used as a mockery of their friendship). Beasts who may have cared for something before, have not actually experienced actual real friendship.

As of right now these are the main things that seem to be consistent with the Beasts, and I'm looking forward to how true it stands in the future.

I'll put my Silent Salt and Eternal Sugar speculations and ramblings below.

So, most of us agree Eternal Sugar is the next beast, right?

ES had a virtue of Happiness that turned into Sloth, and Hollyberry will be opposing her, with her Passion. It's very interesting concept to play around, her unyielding love and trust in people, her protectiveness.

In one of my nuked forever to be lost posts I've considered the idea of Eternal Sugar being based on Dionysus, and as of rn I still Sorta stand by it, telling what Exact inspiration for her is is hard. She kinda looks like a Muse to me, too.

Possibility is, Happiness is very often borderlining with exhaustion, overexposure to things that make you happy Can ruin your life, whether it's food, hobbies, people, too much of it will hurt you in one way or another if it's all you focus your life on - no good thing can be eternal. But what if you just keep trying anyway? Never stop the happiness? Turn it into a fatigue?

Keep getting sweets until you can no longer take it. You can have as much sugar as you like, never ever ever stop it, be happy, stay, don't move.

It can come to the point of not bothering at all. Happiness is in sloth.

Why would you bother with saving anyone, Hollyberry cookie? Don't you see they're happy in their fatigue? If they stay, no danger comes to them. Stop trying. Give up. Just rest.

As for ES followers, we can get a cookie themed around hedonism, not saying no to your wishes, persuading our heros to give in to their desires. Maybe some cookie based off of greek myth, a Titan, that would be neat. The point I expect is for them to be unapologetically unbothered and enabling ES's spiral like the rest of the followers do.

As for Silent Salt, I had my assumption on some myth but I don't remember what it was. I remember it was a nordic god. Their virtue of Solidarity was turned into Silence, which is incredibly scary and exciting. They oppose White Lily's Freedom.

I have high hope for them to have a connection to Shadow Milk in a bit of a more meaningful way than the rest of the beasts do with each other. The matching theme of a knight and a jester generally just kind of tracks.

I think it's interesting the way Solidarity and Freedom seems to often correlate, but that's not the case.

My assumption is that Silent Salt was a warrior that stood for the interests of the people, for peace and righteousness and justice, solving conflicts among cookies that couldn't solve them on their own. Why it turned into Silence, I wonder.

Could be the fact that you will never please everyone, there will be betrayals, back stabbers, liars. Can you truly stand along with someone for a common goal, can you truly find a common ground with someone when you feel like your needs are going ignored.

How it could tie into Shadow Milk - is Silent Salt, perhaps, realizing the futility of their purpose, perhaps they know the ultimate purpose of cookies, and found it too overbearing to ever care for the cookiekind wellbeing. To Shadow Milk speaking too much, Silent Salt prefers to not at all.

Can't tell exactly what their perfect world could be. Probably a barren wasteland, or cookies hiding and never coming out - not to be eaten by witches, or be stroke by Silent Salts sword.

White Lily cookie found the truth that turned her into a grieving, bitter, furious monster. You could argue Dark Enchatress is White Lily's own beast form, separated from her. There could be speculation on how full White Lily feels as a person without that hatred and grief that Dark Enchantress took. But White Lily ends up being the bearer of guilt, overbearing, eldritch horror of Knowing - and how really free is she now, and if she dares to speak, how many people will stand with her in Solidarity? How many are standing with Dark Enchatress? And what that Freedom her half is fighting for has brought? Pain. Loss. Bitterness.

You are fighting for a world unachievable. Your beliefs are futile, and you have done nothing but bring misery to the cookiekind you claim to love by fighting.

Stay quiet. Let the knowledge be your own burden to bear.

Silent Salt I reallyyyyy struggle to imagine having any followers. Any epics we get on that event could probably be on the side of the heroes. Maybe ONE of them who knows their ways around the land of Silent Salt, but that's all.

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Prejudiced - Chapter Twelve

this is only a part of the series, the previous and next chapters can be found here 

A/N: this one's extremely short but it's sweet and also, there's a lot of tension coming from cass' unspoken feelings, but this one's definitely some well-earned fluff for the characters

WORD COUNT: 883

TW: cursing, mentions of sex

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"So Ki's still mad at us?" Mattheo asks over his Butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks.

Setting my mug of hot chocolate back down I shake my head, "At Berkshire. At you- well, she said she'd consider forgiving you sooner after the ball. And, I don't think she'd be that mad at Theo. Anyway, where's he?"

"Theo? Sleeping," Mattheo shrugs and I can't help but steal a glance at the clock on the wall and then at the watch on my left wrist. It's 1 pm. "Ki?" he continues.

"Sleeping," I answer with a faint smirk tugging at the corners of my lips. These two...

Matt seems to be thinking about something at that for a few seconds, his lips mirroring my smirk "...Don't you think they...?'"

"Yeah... I think they have," I chuckle and shake my head before looking out the window. It's all white outside hence the Christmas period, the main street's decorated, all the houses and shops have a door decoration, like a wreath or some mistletoe hung up, and there are lights in the windows.

"What's up with Berkshire?" I ask with a sour taste on my tongue – I don't think I've ever referred to Enzo using his surname only. Mattheo crunches his nose at that a bit, barely noticeably.

"You still not made up?" I shake my head at that, and he continues. "Hasn't he tried to apologize?"

"He has. But... the wound's still a bit too fresh, you know," I lift my mug to my lips.

"Then how come you've forgiven me already," he shakes his head with a small, confused smirk.

"Well, for starters, you haven't tried to fuck me. And... it's kinda different with you."

He raises his brows and doesn't even have to ask what I mean by that – I continue as the silent question is hanging in the air, "It's like... you just get me in a way no one else does."

"Not even Ki?" he frowns.

I shake my head, "No, not even her. She gets me differently, you know. She's a lot more different from me, and your personality itself is so much closer to mine. Or I might just be delusional and imagine that connection-"

"You're not delusional. I get it."

I smile softly and nod, taking another sip from my hot chocolate. It's so weird – this familiarity with Mattheo. There are just people whose presence fog my mind and blur my vision, as if it was a coping mechanism to avoid letting them in and getting hurt. But Mattheo? He makes all my walls come crumbling down and only clears my vision. To hell with him. He's gonna hurt me so bad one day if I don't regulate myself in front of him. Shouldn't I need more barriers for those dark brown eyes not to see right into my soul?

For the majority of the week after our outing to Hogsmeade with Mattheo on the 27th, I don't seem to be able to think about anything else than minor things like how our outfits matched accidentally, how nice he smelled when he got a little too close to me, how he just... gets me so well. I have no idea what's happening inside my head but I'd really like for it to stop because it's getting on my nerves. And on Kiara's.

"My baby has grown up," Ki exclaims, pretending to be shedding a tear in mock sensitisation as she's sitting on a chair in the kitchen while I'm baking cookies. "Cass's in love."

I roll my eyes with a grunt at that and even the thought makes my stomach do weird, uncomfortable flips. "Am not."

"Are too. You're literally baking for him."

"'Cause it's his birthday!"

"And you made him a bloody mixtape too. Wait- what's this?" she sniffs deep into the air while coming closer to eat all taste the cookie dough. She then pulls her lips into a big grin after smelling my hair like a damned moron. "I smell- love. And sex."

"Looks like your scent's too strong it's overriding mine," I retort while laying the cinnamon and chocolate chip cookies on the baking tray.

She snickers and shakes her head, "Now, you'd be right on the latter but my one and only love is off to California shagging Pamela Anderson."

I hum, shaking my head, turning around to face the oven, "Now you're just avoiding the topic and changing it to your drummer–"

"He could put his drumstick in me, I wouldn't mind," she shrugs nonchalantly while cleaning the bowl I made the dough in.

"–But you can't dodge it forever, Ki."

She rolls her eyes before grinning at me, "We'll talk about it again the day you finally admit you've fallen for pretty boy."

I hum and roll my eyes as I put the cookies into the oven.

"What about the kisses? You've talked about those?" she continues pushing the issue and I mutter something incoherent.

"Said he always has the urge to kiss someone when he's high," I answer, trying to seem nonchalant about it, even though I have no idea why my heart started beating faster.

"But you–"

"Maybe I like kissing people when I'm high too," I say almost defiantly and she raises her brows knowingly, but doesn't comment on it.

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STORY: My friend's Dad is a slut - The Christmas Batter

Christmas miracle is in the air already. And my friend's Dad want to make a batter with my thick rod.

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Hi, I'm back and have a Christmas-themed series. Hope everyone likes it. Luv ya!!

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The chill of the winter night seeped into my bones as I trudged through the snow-kissed streets, a heavy backpack slung over my shoulder. My destination: my best friend, Alex's, cozy little house, a haven from the biting cold.

Alex, with his unruly mop of dark hair and a perpetual twinkle in his eyes, was more than just a friend. He was family, the brother I never had. As I stepped into his warm, inviting home, the familiar scent of pine needles and freshly baked cookies filled my senses.

"Tin!" Alex's voice boomed, his wide grin stretching across his face. "You made it!"

I returned his smile, the tension of the long journey melting away. "Of course, I wouldn't miss Christmas with you guys."

His younger brother, a shy boy named Ethan, peeked out from behind the couch, his eyes wide with curiosity. I ruffled his hair, a fond smile playing on my lips.

As I stepped into the living room, my gaze was immediately drawn to a big man sitting by the fireplace. He was tall and rugged, with a strong jawline and piercing blue eyes. His dark red hair was neatly combed, and his features were sharp and angular. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a sweater, and he had a book in his hands.

"Dad, Tin is here already!" Alex said, introducing us.

Leon's eyes twinkle with warmth as he regards me, his smile widening at Alex’s words. “It's our pleasure to have you here, Tin. You know you're always welcome in our home.”

He sets aside his book and rises from the chair, his tall frame unfolding to its impressive height. As he moves closer, I could catch a whiff of his scent - a mix of woodsmoke from the fireplace and a subtle, masculine scence.

"You know, Leon," a warm smile spreading across my face, "I was just thinking about all the wonderful times I've spent here over the years. Your hospitality never fails to make me feel right at home."

Just then, Alex bursts into the living room with his younger brother trailing behind him. "Hey Dad, Tin - we've got a problem with the decorations. Looks like we're missing some key supplies for the centerpieces."

Leon frowns slightly, glancing at Tin before turning back to his sons. "Alright boys, why don't you run to the craft store downtown and pick up what we need? It shouldn't take too long."

Alex nods eagerly. "Yeah, no worries. We'll grab everything on the list and be back before you know it." He gives Tin a quick hug. "Don't have too much fun without us, okay? Would it be cool if you ready the dinner with my dad alone?"

With a roguish grin spreading across my face, I lean back casually, one muscular arm draped over the sofa's backrest "No worries, Alex. Your dad and I have got this covered, bro. We're total pros at throwing down in the kitchen, yeah?"

I shoot Leon a meaningful wink, a spark of unspoken connection passing between us. "Make sure you guys bring back plenty of glitters though. We're gonna deck these digs out proper and make this shindig unforgettable!"

I chuckle lowly, my deep voice rumbling through the cozy living room. "And hey, I might even break out my top-secret recipe for spiked nog. Plus, you know I'm the master at whipping up my signature gingerbread men. Might have to show your pop how I battering those nicely again this year, eh?"

As I say this to Alex, I catch Leon's eye and give him a subtle, knowing smirk. Memories of our heated encounters flash through my mind - the way his muscular body trembled as I claimed him, how he moaned so loudly I had to cover his mouth...

Little does sweet innocent Alex know, his macho dad is actually a secret size queen who can't get enough of my massive cock stretching him open.

At first glance, he seemed like the quintessential alpha dad - all bulging muscles, square jaw, and a commanding presence. But appearances can be deceiving. Our first time together was mind-blowing. I walked in on him working out in his own garage, sweat glistening on his chiseled physique, and things escalated quick.

Because when I revealed of my monster 13-incher, his eyes went wide. He couldn't resist. I bent him over right there in the garage and showed him what a young man could do with a cock of a bull.

Ever since then, we've been sneaking around, hooking up whenever we can get away with it, I battering his hole ‘till he would be leaked for days.

As soon as the sound of Alex and his brother's car pulling out of the driveway faded away, I turned to Leon with a hungry grin. His muscular frame filled out his tight shirt perfectly, and I could already picture peeling it off to reveal more of that sculpted torso.

"You know, it's been too long since I last had the pleasure of 'battering' up those famous gingerbread men of yours," I said suggestively, sauntering closer to him. My eyes raked appreciatively over his broad shoulders and the tantalizing curve of his ass in those jeans.

Leon swallowed hard, Adam's apple bobbing, but maintained his composure. "Now Tin, we shouldn't...the boys could come back anytime," he said, but there was a slight waver in his deep voice giving away his growing arousal.

Leon's resolve weakened as I approached, my predatory gaze sending shivers down his spine. He knew he should put a stop to this, maintain his image as the strapping, respectable family man. But god help him, no one made him feel as alive, as utterly consumed, as I did.

"Fuck it," he growled, closing the distance between us in two long strides. In one swift motion, he grabbed me and spun us around, pinning me against the wall. His large hands gripped my wrists above my head as he loomed over me, blue eyes dark with lust.

"You drive me crazy, you little shit," Leon panted, grinding his hips against mine. Even through our clothes, I could feel the impressive bulge straining against his zipper.

I grinned wickedly as Leon pinned me to the wall, loving how easily he overpowered me.

"Mmm, that's more like it, Daddy," I purred, arching into him. "I love it when you take control like this."

My tongue darted out to wet my lips as I stared up at him through hooded eyes. "But we both know who really ends up in charge once I whip out my big boy toy."

To emphasize my point, I rolled my hips, letting him feel the thick outline of my huge cock already straining against my jeans. Leon's breath hitched and his grip tightened on my wrists.

"Fuck, Tin..." he groaned, conflict evident on his handsome face. Pride warring with desperate, aching need.

Leon's resolve crumbled as he felt the immense, throbbing heat of my massive cock pressing insistently against him. A shudder ran through his powerful frame and he buried his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply. The scent of my skin, musky and masculine, filled his nostrils and made his head swim with desire.

"You sick motherfucker!" he mumbled, as his hips rocked forward of their own accord, seeking more friction. One hand released my wrist to palm roughly at the obscene bulge tenting my jeans.

"You're going to be the death of me, boy," Leon rumbled, nipping sharply at my pulse point. "Having you here, tempting me with this fucking monster..." He squeezed my cock through the denim, groaning at the sheer size and hardness of it.

"Mmmm, but what a way to go, huh Daddy?" I taunted breathlessly, tilting my head to give him better access to my sensitive neck. "With my big, fat cock splitting you open and ruining you for anyone else."

My free hand slid down to palm Leon's muscular ass, squeezing the firm globe and pulling him harder against me. I could feel the scorching heat of his own impressive bulge grinding against my thigh.

"I bet you've been thinking about this since your son told you I will be coming, haven't you?"

Leon shuddered and bit back a moan as I groped his ass, the filthy words stoking the flames of his lust higher. He ground himself wantonly against my thigh, chasing more delicious friction.

"Fuck yes, I have," he admitted hoarsely, pupils blown wide with arousal. "Every dirty scenario played through my head. You walking through that door, looking at me with those sinful eyes, ready to wreck me again..."

His hand fumbled with my belt buckle, yanking it open impatiently before attacking the button and zipper of my jeans. Leon shoved a hand inside, wrapping his fingers around my enormous shaft and stroking it clumsily in his eagerness.

"Goddamn, it's even bigger than I remembered," he groaned, marveling at the thickness pulsing in his grip.

I threw my head back with a guttural moan as Leon wrapped his strong hand around my massive cock, his calloused palm providing delicious friction. Pre-cum already beaded at the tip, making the shaft slick and easier for him to stroke.

“That's it, Daddy. Get a good feel of what's gonna ruin your tight hole” I growled, my hips rocking into his touch. Can't wait to see that big, beefy ass bouncing on my cock, taking every inch like the size queen you are.

Reaching down, I palmed Leon's heavy balls through his jeans, rolling them in my hand. He let out a choked gasp, his own hips jerking forward involuntarily.

“Fuck, Tin! Your hands feel so good” Leon panted harshly, his face flushed with arousal.

I smirked as I watched Leon squirm under my touch, his macho facade cracking to reveal the desperate, cock-hungry bottom beneath. Grabbing his hair, I yanked his head back and captured his lips in a bruising kiss, all teeth and tongue as I dominated his mouth.

"On your knees, Daddy," I commanded huskily when I finally pulled back. "Time to Time to show your respect to my cock! Put that pretty mouth to work before I wreck your ass with my huge dick."

Leon whimpered but quickly sank to his knees, looking up at me with lust-darkened eyes. He nuzzled his face against the bulge still trapped in my jeans, mouthing at my cloth-covered erection.

"Now what to say before meal, good boys get to eat!" I insulted him with a look of triumph on my face.

Leon gazed up at me with a mix of reverence and desperation, his broad chest heaving with each ragged breath. Despite being on his knees, he radiated an aura of barely restrained power, the muscles in his arms flexing as he gripped my thighs.

"Please, Sir," he rumbled, voice rough with need. "Allow me the honor of worshipping your magnificent cock. I promise to use my mouth to bring you maximum pleasure."

He leaned in, dragging his tongue along the thick ridge of my erection straining against the denim. The damp patch spread as he lapped at me through the fabric, savoring my musky taste.

"I'm just a pathetic muscled whore, craving your huge dick. Please, use me however you see fit. Ruin me for anyone else."

I chuckled darkly, amused and aroused by Leon's desperate pleas. Gripping his hair tighter, I used my other hand to unzip my fly, allowing my massive cock to spring free. It slapped against Leon's face, smearing pre-cum across his cheek.

There's a good boy, I purred condescendingly. Open wide, Daddy. Let's see if that talented mouth can handle more than just sucking off your son's friends.

Leon's eyes widened at the sight of my enormous member, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple.

I smirked down at Leon as my colossal 13-inch cock dwarfed his handsome face, the flared head alone nearly covering one of his chiseled cheeks. His neatly trimmed beard tickled my sensitive underside as I pressed forward, smearing sticky pre-cum across his stubble.

Leon's large, calloused hands - hands that could easily bench press 300 pounds - looked almost dainty compared to the massive shaft looming over him. His long, dexterous fingers would struggle to fully encircle my girth.

I traced the thick vein running along the top of my cock with his nose, enjoying how he had to crane his neck to accommodate my length. Even kneeling, Leon's broad, muscular shoulders and barrel chest were impressive, yet utterly dwarfed by my manhood.

"Go on, Daddy," I coaxed mockingly.

I grabbed the base of my monstrous cock, slapping the heavy shaft against Leon's face a few times, leaving streaks of pre-cum on his rugged features. His eyes fluttered shut as he savored the weight and heat of my meat smacking his cheeks.

"It's been long, right? Because seems like you forgot how to do this! You need to be open wider than that, muscle man," I taunted, rubbing the swollen tip across his full, slightly parted lips. "Wider than when you're deep-throating your son's skinny little friends."

Leon shuddered at the degrading words, a visible tremor running through his powerful frame. Slowly, he opened his mouth, stretching his jaw to its limit in an attempt to accommodate my immense girth. His tongue poked out, trying to lap at the weeping slit.

"That's it, take it deeper," I growled, pushing forward insistently.

As I pushed my enormous cock past Leon's stretched lips, his eyes watered and he gagged slightly, unused to such a massive intrusion.

His prominent Adam's apple bobbed as he struggled to swallow around my thickness, a strand of saliva connecting his lower lip to the pulsing head of my cock. Even with his mouth gaping open, only about half of my length could fit inside, the rest resting heavily on his chin.

The bulbous head of my cock stretched Leon's lips obscenely wide, his jaw popping as he struggled to relax his throat enough to take me in. The contrast between his rugged, masculine features and the way they were being reshaped to accommodate my massive shaft was incredibly erotic.

His large, strong hands came up to grip my thighs, blunt nails digging into the flesh as he steadied himself. Those same hands that could crush boulders now looked small and helpless compared to the sheer size of my member.

I watched in fascination as the thick veins running along my cock disappeared between Leon's stretched lips, his tongue writhing around the intrusion. Drool began to leak from the corners of his mouth, trickling down his stubbled chin and onto his heaving chest.

"Glad I’m come back this time to remind how this meat tastes right!?"

Leon's throat constricted around my invading cock as I thrust deeper, his Adam's apple dancing along my shaft. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes from the intense stretch, mascara beginning to run in dark rivulets down his cheeks.

Despite the overwhelming sensation, he maintained eye contact, holding my gaze with a look of submission tinged with defiance. His tongue swirled around the throbbing head each time I pulled back, lapping up the copious amounts of pre-cum leaking steadily from the tip.

One of his large hands released my thigh to wrap around the base of my cock, stroking what couldn't fit in his mouth. His calloused palm scraped deliciously along my sensitive skin, adding extra stimulation.

Leon hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard, determined to prove he could handle my immense size despite his body's protests.

And then, as a present for his effort, I hilted myself almost fully in his hot, wet mouth, my heavy balls slapping against his chin. Leon's eyes rolled back in his head. He made a muffled groan around my thickness, sending delicious vibrations through my shaft.

Despite his initial discomfort, I could feel his tongue starting to move, lapping and swirling around my sensitive flesh. His skilled mouth worked me over, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked hard.

One large hand released my thigh to wrap around the base of my cock, stroking what he couldn't fit in his mouth. His calloused palm dragged deliciously along my veiny underside.

Pulling back slightly, I let him catch his breath, a string of drool connecting his puffy lips to my spit-slick cockhead. Leon gasped, panting heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“This should make you remember how to swallow my cock, right?” I mock his suffocating state.

Leon's eyes flashed with indignation at my mocking words, even as he nodded weakly in agreement. A surge of competitive spirit seemed to overtake him.

He wrapped both large hands around the base of my cock, stroking firmly as he took a deep breath through his nose. Then, with a determined glint in his eye, he pushed forward, relaxing his throat to allow me to slide in deeper.

The wet heat engulfed me as I hilited myself fully, my pubic bone pressing against his nose. Leon swallowed convulsively around my length, his throat muscles rippling along my shaft.

Saliva dribbled down his chin as he held me there, proving he could take every inch. After a long moment, he began to bob his head, setting a steady rhythm.

Leon set a relentless pace, his head bobbing up and down my massive shaft. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room as he slurped and suckled noisily.

His hands worked in tandem with his mouth, twisting and pumping along my slick length. One thumb rubbed firm circles over the sensitive spot where my cock met my groin.

Despite the intensity of the blowjob, Leon kept his eyes locked on mine, a challenge burning in their depths. It was clear he refused to be bested by my size, determined to prove he could handle anything I dished out.

Saliva coated my cock liberally, allowing Leon to glide faster and take me impossibly deeper. With each descent, his nose nestled in my pubes, inhaling my musky scent.

Leon's tongue undulated along the underside of my cock as he deep throated me repeatedly, the tip flicking against the sensitive bundle of nerves just below the head on each upstroke.

His free hand slid down to fondle my heavy balls, rolling them gently in his palm. The dual sensations of his skilled mouth and touch had pleasure coiling tighter in my core.

Suddenly, Leon pulled off completely, a strand of saliva connecting his bottom lip to my twitching cockhead. He took a moment to catch his breath before speaking.

"I hope you realize how lucky you are to have a man like me worshipping your cock. Not many could take you like this," he said, voice rough with arousal and pride.

Without waiting for a response, he dove back in, swallowing me to the root in one smooth motion.

I allowed Leon to service me for a few more moments, savoring the feeling of his tight throat squeezing my cock. But soon, other desires took precedence.

With a grunt, I pulled out of his mouth, admiring the sight of him gasping and coughing, strings of saliva connecting his swollen lips to my spit-shined shaft.

Leon looked up at me with lust-hazed eyes, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth despite his disheveled appearance. "What's the matter, can't handle my skills?" he taunted breathlessly.

I simply chuckled, low and dark. "Oh, I can handle it just fine. But right now, I want something else."

I pointed to the kitchen counter and Leon got it right away.

Leon sauntered over to the kitchen counter, his muscular ass swaying hypnotically with each step. He bent over, bracing his forearms on the cool granite surface and spreading his powerful thighs invitingly.

Glancing back over his shoulder, he shot me a smoldering look, full of challenge and anticipation. "Well? What are you waiting for? Come claim your prize."

His voice was a low, seductive rumble. The position put his thick, juicy ass on full display, the firm globes straining against the confines of his jeans. The denim hugged the curves of his bubble butt perfectly, highlighting its roundness and fullness.

Leon reached back to pop the button of his fly, slowly dragging down the zipper with deliberate teasing.

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Leon hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and boxer briefs, sliding them down in tandem. The fabric pooled at his ankles as he stepped out of them, revealing a pair of smooth, tanned thighs and a pert, hairless ass.

His skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat, accentuating the definition of his muscles. The black lace thong rode low on his hips, barely covering his treasure trail. The material clung to his ass cheeks, outlining the shape of his plump, juicy globes.

Leon turned to face me fully, his strong back and broad shoulders on display. He ran a hand through his messy hair, pushing it back from his forehead, and gave me a sultry smile. "Now, are you going to admire the view or do something about it?"

I approached Leon with a predatory stride, my gaze locked onto his exposed ass. My cock throbbed in anticipation, already leaking precum in excitement.

Reaching out, I gripped his hip possessively, fingers digging into the firm muscle. My other hand trailed up his spine, savoring the warmth of his skin beneath my touch.

Leaning in close, I nuzzled into the crook of his neck, breathing in his intoxicating scent. "You're a stunning piece of man meat, Leon," I growled approvingly. "But I think we both know I'm not here to just admire."

With that, I pressed my body against his, letting him feel the full weight and heat of my desire. My hard cock ground against the cleft of his ass, seeking friction and relief.

Leon let out a soft moan as our bodies melded together, his ass grinding back against my aching cock. He tilted his head to give me better access to his neck, exposing the pulse point that raced with his growing arousal.

My hands roamed over his toned physique, mapping out the contours of his muscles. I palmed the generous swell of his ass, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh. Leon's breath hitched, and he pushed back harder against me, clearly enjoying the attention.

Breaking the kiss, I dropped to my knees behind him, my face level with his magnificent ass. I leaned in, pulling the string to the side running my tongue along the crease where his thigh met his buttocks, savoring the taste of his skin.

Leon shuddered, his hands gripping the countertop tightly. "Fuck, Tin... get that tongue on my pussy already,"

With a husky chuckle, I spread Leon's ass cheeks wide, exposing his puckered hole. I licked a slow, deliberate path around the rim, tasting the salty tang of his skin. Leon trembled, his muscles tensing as I explored every inch of his entrance.

Encouraged by his reaction, I dipped my tongue inside, relishing the warm, velvety texture of his inner walls. Leon cried out, his hips bucking back against my face as I began to lap at his prostate, circling and stroking the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"You love having your muscled pussy eaten, don't you, Daddy?" I murmured against his skin, my voice muffled by his muscled glutes. "Can't get enough of your son's friend's tongue buried deep in your hungry hole?"

With a playful growl, I delivered a sharp smack to Leon's left cheek, the sound echoing through the room. His ass jiggled from the impact, the red mark standing out vividly against his tan skin.

"Ah! Fuck, Tin!" Leon gasped, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. "More!"

Emboldened by his reaction, I continued my oral assault while spanking him alternately, alternating between his cheeks. Each strike sent a ripple through his muscular frame, his ass flexing beautifully under my palm.

As I worked him over, I slid a finger into his stretched hole, curling it to rub against his prostate. Leon's moans grew louder, more desperate, his body trembling with the force of a bull.

I added another finger, scissoring them gently to stretch Leon's tight passage further. He groaned, his hole fluttering around my digits as I pumped them in and out, maintaining a steady rhythm.

Simultaneously, I increased the pace of my spanks, delivering rapid-fire blows that painted his ass a vibrant shade of pink. The combination of digital penetration and physical punishment drove Leon wild, his cock throbbing and leaking precum onto the countertop.

"Please, Tin... I need more," Leon panted, his voice strained with desire. "Use your cock, fill my pussy up!"

I obliged, rising to my feet and positioning myself behind Leon once more. Gripping his hips, I aligned my thick, veiny shaft with his slick entrance, rubbing the head against his hole in tantalizing circles.

"Love to hear that every time!" I said.

As I lined up my massive cock with Leon's dripping hole, my vision narrowed to focus on the impending challenge. The sheer size difference between us was daunting - my 13 inches of rigid, pulsing meat versus his snug, quivering tunnel. I could see the delicate ring of muscle straining to accommodate even the slightest intrusion.

"Open up for me Daddy!"

With a grunt, I pushed forward but his anus ring clenched reflexively, trying to push me out. Sweat beaded on my brow as I fought against the pressure, determined to breed this stud again.

My cockhead grinds against Leon's resisting ring, the tight sphincter clenching and unclenching as it tries to keep me out. I can feel the heat emanating from his hole, the wetness coating my shaft as I work it open inch by excruciating inch.

"Fucking hell, you're still so tight, Daddy!" I grunt, sweat dripping down my forehead from the exertion. "Take it all, you were made for my cock!"

Each push forward meets resistance, Leon's body fighting the invasion. But I'm relentless, driven by the primal urge to claim him fully. I lean forward, bracing my hands on either side of his hips as I surge forward, my heavy balls swing forcefully with each powerful thrust.

"I've got you, just relax and take it," I encourage, my voice strained with the effort.

"oh Gosh... it's soo big... no matter how many times you fuck me!" Leon trembling said.

I continue to push forward, my thick cock slowly forcing its way into Leon's tight heat. The sensation is incredible, his inner walls gripping me like a vice as I inch deeper.

"Fuck yeah, Daddy, take every inch," I growl, my breath hot against his ear. "Your hole was made for my fat cock."

Finally, with one last Herculean push, the head of my dick pops past the final hurdle and sinks into Leon's welcoming warmth. A rush of relief and triumph washes over me as I bottom out, my pubic bone pressing against his muscular ass.

Leon lets out a long, shuddering exhale, his body going limp beneath mine. "Ahn... f-ffuck, it hurts so much boy!"

I hold still for a moment, savoring the feeling of my apple-sized cock head being completely sheathed within him.

I pause, allowing Leon to adjust to the fullness, his body gradually relaxing around my girth. The heat envelops me, his tight channel massaging my sensitive flesh. I can feel every twitch and spasm of his inner muscles as they learn to accept my impressive size.

Slowly, deliberately, I begin to rock my hips, grinding my cockhead against his prostate. Leon's eyes roll back, a low moan escaping his lips as pleasure courses through him. His hands grip the counter, knuckles turning white as he struggles to maintain balance against the onslaught of sensations.

"Easy there, Daddy," I whisper, my breath hot against his ear. "Let me take care of you."

I start to move with measured strokes, withdrawing until just the tip remains before plunging back in.

With each deliberate thrust, I ease more of my thick length into Leon's willing body. His velvety walls stretch and mold around me, gradually accepting my girth. Sweat drips down our entwined forms as I work him open, inch by agonizing inch.

"F-fuck, Tin..." Leon pants, his voice husky with desire. "You're so deep... Ahh, right there!"

I grin, pleased at his reaction. "That's it, Daddy, let me fill you up." I increase my pace, hips snapping forward in a steady rhythm. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by Leon's ragged breathing and moans of pleasure.

As I near the hilt, Leon's eyes glaze over, his body tensing like a coiled spring.

I slide the final few inches of my cock into Leon's clutching heat, burying myself to the root. We both groan at the intensity, his prostate stimulated perfectly by my thick girth.

"Ungh, fuck yes," I hiss, my hips pressed flush against his muscular ass.

Leon's face contorts in ecstasy, his mouth open in a silent scream. His cock throbs against his belly, pre-cum leaking from the tip as he teeters on the brink of orgasm. But I want to draw it out, make him suffer the sweet agony of denial.

I start to move, withdrawing almost completely before slamming back in, setting a brutal pace designed to push him over the edge. The force of my thrusts rocks Leon's substantial frame, his breasts jiggling with each impact.

Leon's strength gives out, his massive torso crashing onto the countertop as I pound into him mercilessly. His arms flail uselessly, hands scrabbling for purchase as he's overwhelmed by the relentless stimulation.

I grab his hips, using them as handles to rail him even harder. The kitchen echoes with the slap of flesh and Leon's desperate whimpers. Beads of sweat fly off my brow, stinging my eyes as I lose myself in the primal act of claiming this dominant man so thoroughly.

Leon's cock twitches wildly, a string of precum connecting the tip to the tile floor. He's teetering on the edge, his entire being focused on the impending release. But I won't allow it – not yet. I want to see him break, to witness the mighty Leon reduced to a quivering, cumless mess at my mercy no matter how many times I had witnessed it.

"Look at you, Leon," I sneer, my breath hot against his ear. "The big, bad daddy who takes advantage of his own sons, only to come crawling to their friends for a taste of your own medicine."

I grind my hips, making sure he feels every thick inch of my cock stretching him open. "Did you beg them to bring me here, Daddy?"

"No… but but… Please, Tin, please keep fuck me!" Leon gasps, his voice strained with desperation. "I need it so badly! I've been dreaming about your huge cock splitting me open since last summer when you didn't come back here to us as you promised." He squirms beneath me, his massive body trembling with anticipation.

"Broken promises, huh?" I chuckle darkly, giving Leon's ass a hard smack. "Looks like the shoe's on the other foot now, doesn't it? You sent those boys off on a wild goose chase while you got your tight muscled pussy wrapped around my 13-inch cock."

I pull out suddenly, leaving Leon empty and whimpering. He tries to reach back for me, but I step away, letting him feel the cool air on his dripping hole. "I think I want to see you get yourself up and ride on my cock again! Show me if those muscles could even do the deed!"

I gesture for Leon to climb down from the counter. I watched Leon carefully make his way off the kitchen counter, his movements unsteady as he stood on wobbly legs. He knew exactly what I wanted, and he was eager to comply.

Once He stood before me like a mountain, with his legs spread wide, I grasped his hips firmly, guiding my thick cock back into his tight heat. A low groan escaped his lips as I felt him stretch to accommodate me once more.

Then I held his ass with 1 hand, the other guiding him to lower his torso onto his hand. And now with Leon on all fours and his legs splayed wide, I gave a few experimental thrusts, reveling in the feeling of my shaft sliding effortlessly in and out of his well-worn passage. The angle was perfect, allowing me to penetrate deep while still maintaining contact.

"Good daddy! Now to the Living room." With Leon positioned just how I liked, I started moving, each step sending my cock plunging in and out of his slick, welcoming hole.

As we walked, Leon's moans filled the air, echoing off the walls. His massive frame trembled with each powerful thrust, his heavy breasts bouncing with the movement. I reveled in the sight, watching my cock disappear into his stretched hole only to emerge glistening with precum and his own juices.

Leon's face contorted in pleasure, his eyes rolling back as he pushed his ass back to meet my steps. "Oh god, yes! Fuck me harder, Tin!" he cried out, his voice hoarse with desire. "Claim this pussy as yours!"

I grinned, picking up the pace. Each stride became a brutal, pounding rhythm, driving my cock deeper into Leon's guts. The living room came into view, but I barely noticed, lost in the primal dance of flesh and lust.

"Fuck, Leon, this is one hell of a workout!" I grunt sarcastically as we stumble into the living room, our sweaty bodies entwined. "Maybe I should start coming over more often for some quality exercise."

Leon just moans in response, his massive form shaking with the force of my thrusts. We're both a mess - hair disheveled, clothes torn, skin glistening with sweat. But the look of pure bliss on Leon's face makes it all worth it.

As I continue to pound into him, I catch sight of the Christmas decorations scattered across the room. Garlands, lights, and ornaments seem to mock me, reminding me of the festive gathering we were supposed to prepare for. But right now, all I can focus on is the incredible sensation of my cock splitting Leon open, over and over again.

Panting heavily, I collapse onto the sofa, yanking Leon down with me. "Alright, Daddy Bear, you can put that mouthy ass on my 13-inch log" I sneer, gripping his hips roughly. "Time for you to be in charge."

Leon's eyes widen as he straddles my lap, my massive cock throbbing against his slick hole. He reaches down, grasping my thick shaft and lining it up with his entrance. With a deep breath, he sinks down, engulfing me in his hot, tight depths.

"Ohhh fuck..." Leon groans, his face twisting in a mix of pain and pleasure as he adjusts to my size. Once he's fully seated, he starts to move, rising up until just the tip remains inside him before slamming back down.

"Take it, you fucking slut," I growl, my hands digging into his muscular thighs. "Ride my cock like the dirty little whore you are."

 Leon's gaze locks with mine, his expression a twisted mask of submission and desperation. "Yes... gosh... wreck my pussy!"

My eyes roam over Leon's magnificent body, drinking in the sight of his bulging biceps, rippling abs, and the way his massive pecs bounce with each downward plunge. Sweat glistens on his skin, making him shine under the living room lights. I can feel every muscle clenching around my cock as he rides me, milking me with his tight, slick heat.

"You're such a beautiful piece of meat, Leon," I hiss, reaching up to grope his heavy breasts through his torn shirt. "Love seeing you degrade yourself on my dick."

Leon just whimpers, his head thrown back in ecstasy as he grinds himself against me. "Fuck yeah, Tin... use me... ruin me..."

My fingers twist in his nipples, tugging hard as I piston my hips upward to meet his relentless pace.

I grab Leon's plump ass, squeezing the firm globes as I push my cock up from beneath, spearing him even deeper. My other hand mauls his heavy breast, pinching and twisting the sensitive nipple while my mouth descends to suckle its twin.

Leon lets out a guttural moan, his massive body shuddering as I dominate him completely. "Shit, Tin... your cock... it's destroying me..." he gasps between ragged breaths.

My thoughts flick to Alex and Ethan, who should be returning from their holiday shopping any moment now. A surge of urgency courses through me, spurring me to increase my tempo. I slam into Leon with reckless abandon, determined to bring us both to climax before they arrive home.

Leon meets each brutal thrust with an equally forceful buck of his hips, his massive frame quaking with the effort. "Fuck, yes! Give it to me, Tin!" he roars, his voice echoing off the walls. "Fill me up!"

The sound of Leon's impassioned cries mingles with the slap of sweaty skin and the creaking of the furniture as our bodies collide in a frenzy of lust. I can feel my orgasm building, the base of my cock tingling with anticipation.

Suddenly, Leon's movements become erratic, his inner walls fluttering wildly around my shaft. "I'm... gonna cum!" he grits out, his massive chest heaving. "Do it, Tin! Breed me!"

With a primal grunt, I bury myself to the hilt and unleash a torrent of hot seed deep inside him. Wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes over me as I fill Leon with my essence, marking him as mine.

With a triumphant roar, I bury myself to the hilt inside Leon's spasming depths. My cock throbs violently as I unleash a torrent of hot semen deep within him, breeding him once again. Each pulse of my orgasm seems to go on forever, painting his insides with thick ropes of cum.

Leon's massive body shakes uncontrollably, his huge breasts jiggling as he screams in ecstasy. "Yes, fuck! Fill me up, Tin! Use me like your personal cumdump!"

As the final spurts of my release trickle out, I slowly withdraw my softening cock from Leon's stretched hole. A river of pearly white fluid pours out after it, coating Leon's thighs and dripping onto the floor. He collapses beside me, panting heavily, his once proud demeanor shattered by the degradation of being thoroughly fucked and bred.

"Look at you," I say with a smirk, gesturing to the mess of cum smeared across Leon's muscular pussy and his thighs. "Such a pretty sight, aren't you? Filled to the notch with my seed, used and defiled."

And below, I could see that black thong was soaked with a bunch of Leon's pre-cum and sperm

Leon's face twists in a mix of shame and arousal, his eyes glazed over as he stares at the semen oozing from his gaping asshole. "Fuck, Tin... you really know how to break a man," he admits hoarsely.

I chuckle, standing up and offering him a hand to help him up. "Glad my 13-inch cock still can please you!" I tease, patting his broad shoulder. "Now let's get cleaned up before the boys get back. I think you wouldn't want them to see their dad looking like this."

Leon takes my hand, wincing slightly as he rises to his feet. His knees buckle momentarily, but I steady him, keeping a firm grip on his muscular arm. Together, we make our way to the bathroom, leaving a trail of cum and sweat behind us.

Once inside, I turn on the shower, adjusting the temperature to a comfortable warmth. As the water starts to run, I guide Leon under the spray, letting the liquid soap wash away the evidence of our depraved activities.

"You're still so hard, Tin," he remarked, noticing my erection bobbing against his thigh. "Maybe another round before we clean up?" I suggest with a wicked grin, reaching out to stroke my rigid length.

Leon's eyes darken with desire, and he nods eagerly. "Yeah, give me that cock again, Tin. I need more of your cum inside me."

And sure, we had like about 30 minutes for me to breed that stud again.

It was a chilly winter evening, Christmas Eve, when we all gathered in the living room. The fireplace crackled with warmth, casting a cozy glow over the room as fairy lights twinkled on the Christmas tree. Alex and Ethan, bundled up in festive pajamas, wrestled playfully over a brightly wrapped present. Leon, his eyes sparkling with amusement, sat on the couch, a mug of hot cocoa warming his hands. It was a picture of Christmas perfection, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness fill my chest.

As the night wore on, I couldn't resist teasing Leon with a sly wink. "Hey buddy, guess what I've been working on all day?" I asked Alex, a mischievous glint in my eye. "I finally perfected my special Christmas batter recipe."

Alex's eyes widened, and he turned to me with a curious expression. "Really, Tin? What's in it?"

I spoke with a low and clear. "Well, let's just say it involves a lot of love, care, and a lot of help from your dad!"

Leon's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, but he managed a strained chuckle. "Oh ho ho, very funny, Tin. But don't forget, it takes two to tango – or in this case, bater this cake."

Ethan giggled at the playful banter, while Alex seemed intrigued, asking, "So, Tin, will you show us your secret ingredient sometime?"

I grinned, giving Leon a knowing look. "I don't think your dad wants me to show it haha. But little spoiler, your dad loves my secret ingredient so much, that it was filling his guts for the whole time I made it!" Leon choked on his drink when I said that.

Ethan snickered at his father's awkwardness, while Alex just grinned, eager to hear more about the mysterious batter. Little did they know the real 'batter' Leon and I had in mind was the one currently still churning inside Leon's guts, courtesy of their sluty dad and my 13-inch cock.

And so, asthe evening drew to a close, we settled in for a cozy movie marathon, snuggled up beneath blankets with hot cocoa in hand. Despite the lingering tension between Leon and me, the atmosphere remained warm and inviting. It was a perfect Christmas Eve, filled with love, laughter, and the promise of many more happy memories to come. 

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[tinycheesecakedetective]

*Addendum: Fading Letters AU pt. 2: White Lily

I'm a FOOL.

Apparently I've lost all sense of time because I've been gone for a YEAR AND FIVE MONTHS. What the heck. Right. My rendition of Swap!Lily, everyone. It would've been out sooner, but I cannot draw backgrounds for the life of me. This had me stumped for a good long while until I just decided "fuck it we ball", and here we are now. I'm just glad it's out so I don't have to worry about her anymore.

Now unlike PV, I thought White Lily didn't need any updates to her look in the AU. I thought she was pretty set and done, but I reserve the right to change my mind in the future. Her design is pretty simple; it's the blind healer outfit but more so tailored to White Lily. Her staff is bound shut, she's cloaked and wearing rags, and most notably, her eyes aren't visible. She's hiding her identity out of shame, in search of something precious to her.

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Quick Rundown: White Lily is stuck in Beast Yeast after falling ill, so Pure Vanilla went in her place at her request. (For more information, click https://www.tumblr.com/tinycheesecakedetective/744518672544071680/im-baaaack-i-mean-i-made-one-post-about) .

After PV became this universe's Dark Enchantress, the other half of him was sent to the Fairy Kingdom. Meaning unlike Canon PV, White Lily found out VERY quickly about what happened to him(or what she thinks happened, all she knows is that he's dead), and she takes the news horribly. She immediately blames herself for what happened and ended up grief stricken over the entire thing, so much so that she hallucinates him calling out to her. Elder Faerie tried her best to console her afterwards, and told her it would be possible to bring him back. She swears she'll do everything in her power to bring him back, but the Dark Flour War starts and she has to head back to Crispia. During the fighting, White Lily debates telling the others about what happened to Pure Vanilla, but she doesn't get to when she sees what looks like PV. She thinks it's really him, but then upon closer inspection she realizes something's not right. In reality, the real PV is wreaking havoc across Earthbread as this universe's DE, and no one knows it. The final battle is upon them, and PV has them against the ropes, their soul jams in his grasp. In a last ditch effort, White Lily attacks full force with dark moon magic and is able to stop him. She realizes who he really is, and while she's shocked, WL instead shows determination. She's part of the reason why he is the way he is, but she wants to set things right.

After the war, WL spent some of her time in Beast Yeast in order to understand how to bring back PV. With Elder Faerie's help, she returned to Crispia in search of the soul gem shards. She becomes a nomad, wandering around the world and only stopping for breaks. Along the way, she meets several cookies and makes a new friend. Her journey comes to a halt, however, when a group of travelers also finds one of the shards in their own quest.

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Got all that? Great, here are a few head canons! White Lily's the one that bound her staff shut. From time to time, she visits the Vanilla Kingdom and gives a small tribute to PV. WL also keeps in touch with Elder Faerie through white butterflies he sends, and he gives her advice and motivation. Sometimes she makes small resting areas, and whenever she packs up a lily is there in it's place.

And that's it for now! If you have any questions or suggestions, feel free to ask. Y'all have a good evening!

[sir-subpar]

Reimagined Banban x Reader, (Part 3)

"Welcome to the Kingdom"

Rating: Teen and up for depictions/descriptions of violence.

Below the cut

You took the baby bird with you, and ran.

Until you reached a lift, and decided to hop on. The two of you descended further. At this point, you shouldn't be surprised, this "kindergarten" had already proved itself to be something more. This place was a beast of its own.

You reached a floor covered in Orange. Just… orange. It hurt your eyes with how bright it was. But you continued on your quest..

For about three seconds, before you were running for your life again. That damn two headed thong had apparently fallen down here. 

Of course! Just your luck. 

Smartass thoughts aside, you ran, the floor quaking beneath your feet with every step that monster took.

Eventually you were met with a narrow hallway, small enough to ensure your safety from the creature.

Finally able to catch your breath, you continued on your little Adventure. Petting the small bird as you moved along. 

You stumbled upon a small table, with a collection of small treats, freshly baked. Muffins, cookies, and the like.

Just… out in the open?

..In *this* hellhole?

You didn't touch them. That was too suspicious.

You cautiously backed away from the obvious trap, and the small bird in your arms loudly tweeted, startling you slightly as the noise lightly echoed down the hall. 

You jumped back in alarm, out of instinct.

You felt your back hit something that *definitely* wasn't the wall.

"Too smart for sweets, huh? Well, that ain't gonna save you." A low voice growled behind you.

You swiftly turned to look at the owner of the voice, however, before you could even take a good look at it, you were hit. Hard.

Your vision grew dark just as soon as you hit the floor.

…

...

You awoke to a new room. Blinking through a headache and taking in your surroundings. The new location was very gray with a table right in front of you. The wall across from you had a large projector screen. It was powered off for the time being.

You attempted to stand, but found your hands tied behind you. You were apprehended, tied to an uncomfortable wooden chair.

While you recollected what had happened, (and why your head ached so much) that same voice from before spoke again.

"Good, you're finally up." You could hear it coming from your right, and you could vaguely see a large silhouette peering at you through the window. Though you couldn't quite make out any details. 

"Alright partner, I've got some questions for you. Answer them truthfully, that's all I want from you."

You didn't bother to hide your frustration. Glaring daggers at the figure. 

"You could've just asked before concussing me, y'know." You snipped.

"Can't trust strangers too much, that includes you." The voice snapped right back. 

"Well, seeing how YOU greet strangers, I'm inclined to agree," You retorted. You felt no need to hide your tone. 

The aching in your face was definitely going to bruise, if it hadn't already, you could feel it. So, with that pain in mind, you felt justified in giving a little bit of attitude. 

You decided that even if you were forced to comply, you wouldn't make it easy for him. 

"If you've seen what I have, you'd do the same." 

Your eye twitched. "Buddy, I am God knows *how* many floors deep down in this place, do you think I just waltzed in a few minutes ago?"

The figure was stunned into silence. 

"What, didn't think of that? Or did-"

Loud slam interrupted you, as his hand made harsh contact with the glass. 

The impact was so hard the window rattled, barely staying in its sill.

Well, that shut you up faster than you'd care to admit. 

"ENOUGH. I don't have time to play games. You either answer my questions, or I'll make sure you aren't a problem myself. And partner, you won't like the way I do it."

Slightly more intimidated, your resolve dwindled slightly. Perhaps it would be wise to back down, just a little. 

The questions were simple, just him showing you projections of different, as he called, "threats".

"Have you ever come in contact with the threat shown on the board?"

A familiar blue spider appeared. 

"Yeah, Nabnab." You said casually. You were scared of the bandit-dressed spider at first, but as you adjusted to this hellhole, he felt more like an inconvenience than anything else. 

"That freak gives me the creeps." 

The figure responded, with a surprising amount of earnestness. 

The next photo was of Josh. Again, you admitted to recognizing him.

"Really? I'm surprised you're in one piece."

You shrugged, "Meh, he was intimidating at first, but he's actually rather passive when you feed him. Nice fella at the end of the day."

The figure hummed. Seemingly processing your statement. 

The projector clicked once more. A pink bird on the screen.

"Opila Bird?" You queried. 

"I take it you've met her already."

"Oh yeah," you breathed, "She was kind enough to greet me at the front door," your sarcasm wasn't missed by your interrogator. 

He sighed, and the projector clicked again.

Stinger Flynn.

Just looking at that one-eyed, pretentious, selfish thing made your blood pressure rise. He had your child captive somewhere here, you knew it.

And he hurt Banban, your only real constant companion through all of this.

"Have you encountered this one before?"

"Unfortunately." You spat.

"Interesting tone there.." He mused. 

"Believe me, if there's anyone you should be capturing anyone here," you pointed at the photo, as your eyes locked on the figure behind the glass next to you. 

"It's him."

Silence. 

The figure cleared his throat. 

And the interrogation continued. 

More of the creatures you had encountered were shown.

Banbaleena, Tarta, and BanBan.

You were hesitant to say anything about Banban, he lost control yes, but he tried to warn you. You knew he didn't mean to hurt you.

The shadowy figure pressed for answers, judging by his reaction to your attitude previously, you know he wouldn't let up. Whether you liked it or not, he was not going to leave you alone until he got answers.

You look down at the floor in front of you.

"He's my friend," you admitted. 

The man hummed. 

 The projector clicked once more, showing something you actually hadn't seen before.

A strange purple and green Jester looking thing.

It was odd, you hadn't even seen any posters of it anywhere. 

"I can see the look on your face," your interrogator noted, "You've never seen him before, have you?"

"No."

"Doesn't surprise me, I figured you came from the floors above."

"Last question, stranger." He queued. 

On final click revealed a photo of a character you had seen posters of previously.

Your child's favorite character, "Sheriff Toadster."

Then it clicked. It was at that moment you realized who your captor was.  

You squinted at him through the glass. "It's you, isn't it?"

You heard his breath hitch.  Then he recomposed himself, and cleared his throat. 

The projector shut down. The door in the corner of your interrogation room unlocked, and a tall figure walked in.

"You are correct, yes."

Sheriff Toadster. He, like many others in this facility, had changed over the years. His face was littered with scars. Long, deep ones.

So we're his arms. Pretty much any part of him that wasn't covered by his clothes, you could see, we're scared heavily. 

His eyes were sunken, bags visible from clear exhaustion. 

Even so, he was still a large, imposing figure.

He walked towards you, his heavy footsteps echoing as he did.

His large hands found themselves behind your back, for a moment, you flinched. Worried he might hurt you again, you braced yourself.

But the pain never arrived, instead, you found your hands to be free.

You rubbed your aching wrists, the coarse ropes had left marks and rope burns. 

As Toadster stood before you, you could fully see the size difference between you two. Sure, Banban was also decently larger than you, but the sheriff's size led you to believe he could easily tear you asunder with his bare hands.

He held your bag out to you, his palm offering your belongings. Both of your hands could fit in just his palm.

Hesitantly, you took your items from him. Taking a peek inside to make sure there was nothing missing.

"Come along now, partner. It's time to meet the queen." He beckoned you.

Not feeling as though you had the choice, you obliged, and followed him.

Just as he guided you out of the room and into a hallway, Little Beak tweeted, and ran towards you.

You smiled, kneeled down, and took the baby bird in your arms.

When you stood up, you could see the sheriff eyeing you with an unreadable expression.

Though he said nothing, you could tell he was making some sort of mental note about you.

You could only hope it was a positive one.

You continue to follow him, slowly walking across an unstable looking bridge. Despite its ragged appearance, it was able to support both yours and the sheriff's wait, and you arrived on the other side.

Once again your mind was blown away by the volume of this place. 

As what stood before you, was a giant medieval styled gate.

The sheriff reached into one of his many pockets, and retrieved a large key.

Just as he inserted the key into the lock, the door clicking as it all fit into place, he glanced at you.

"Welcome, to the Kingdom."

(To be continued)

[baede-6]

Some of my favorite out of context and unrelated quotes from 2024 from my fireteam:

Enjoy.🎀

"A knife is a knife."

"Look, I learned a long time ago not to question what Hunters do. I just sit back,relax,and watch. They know what they're doing,they do it well and it's usually hot."

"Do you like sound of my voice?" 😏 (Yes.)

"You ever think Drifter sneaks a lick of motes when no one's looking? I feel like he would. Forbidden Doritos."

"MULTIVERSAL MALTESSERS!"

"If ramen not hot. Why spicy?"

"I'm going for it. Don't try to stop me... YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO TRY TO STOP ME!"

"I've decided you're the responsible adult in our group of dumba**es."

"DO WHAT YOU DO BEST,HUNTER!...SURVIVE!"

"The thresher killed you so it could go after the second prettiest. It had to get the whole package out of the way first.Priorities." 😉

"Hot. HOT! HOT!HOT! HOT!...owie." :(

"Don't threaten me with a good time,cabal drop pod."

"If I jump will I die?"

"Senpai" *immediately crushed by a drop pod*

"Who's Cayde?"

"But I'm not on your bed." :(

"SNEAKY.LITTLE.NINJA."

"That was hot.That was so hot..."

"Doesn't matter what subclass you have on. You're always a Gunslinger to me and I'll fight anyone that says otherwise. I'll take 'EM ALL! I GOT A TRACE RIFLE AND A DREAM!"

"I'm in the corner,hiding with Drifter ohh."🎶

"WE EAT THE MOUNTAINS! WE DRINK THE SEAS! WE DIE IF SOMEONE SNEEZE...s."

"Bovine Heffalump lookin' muthaf**kah. Eat lasers."

"I will never compare to Cayde-6,and that's something you will have to live with for the rest of your life. He never even gave you a HUG!"

"Don't mind her, man. She's off doing yeehaw cowboy sh**."

"WE DIE LIKE MEN!...UwU"

"I visit Rahool every night, but he never pays me. Something is wrong with my business model. He doesn't even give me any good engrams. What's up with that?...I'm going to try Xûr...he seems a good sort. A good bloke."

"I was killed by Trevor." :(

"Lads, how do we feel about the fact she'd choose a piece of scrap metal over us? Or an emo from the early 2000s."

"Happy Dawning. Crow is a ho...ho ho ho."

"I think I could beat Cayde in Crucible."

"Nah nah nah. You gotta do it in Palpatine's voice."

"Everyone thinks Shaxx is secretly hot under that mask,but I think Shaxx is secretly Willem Dafoe. Not voiced by,actually Willem Dafoe. He's going to take that mask off and it will be like the reveal in Spider-Man."

"Chain lightning,my beloved."

"WHO THE F*** IS ANDAL BRASK!?! I DON'T REMEMBER THAT IN THE HOMEWORK!"

"Golden Gun? How 'bout you Golden DON'T?"

"No.NONONONONONONONONO...naur." :(

"Don't mind me. Just going down a dark alley by myself to a strange man that wants to sell me wares...if Ikora asks, you didn't see me."

"Architect's little favorite UwU."

"Rahool took the kids and the best years of my life and all I got was a stupid engram with a bad roll."

"Can we hold hands? I'm scared."

"Osteo Striga!" 😩

"I'M ALONE AND SCARED AND IN A TUBE AND I CAN HEAR THOSE UGLY GUYS SCREAMING AT ME. I NEED HELP!"

"We'll take them together (Dawning boon,little bit of context for this one) one...two...three! AYYYYY *cough* it tastes like Vex milk and metal..."

"I come all the way out here to give this woman cookies and she doesn't even give me anything good."

"She's in the Vents already." "Again?"

"I can't get in! It's impossible! IT HAS A CHILD PROOF LOCK!" D:

"Sometimes a man just needs a hug."

"See? She tells me I'm pretty in my Doki Doki fit and that's all I need to get through my day."

"Be honest,if I danced like this in the club,would you approach me? Yes? Say yes. The answer is yes,isn't it?"

[99point9percentwhump]

Hello @99point9percentwhump

Excellent corner of whumplr always an enjoyment lurking.

I've seen your ao3 you do not give yourself credit.

So my ask is this: can you write a one shot here?

My criteria is this: a hospital, fear, unexplained reason, waiting and whump, if you can add angst I'll count this as a bonus.

Let's see if that gets your whump cookies working overtime as I've sent this same ask to your mutual (you know who the clue is in the sentence) from this anon-ookie to 99point9percentwhump, trust me you got this.

Sounds like a challenge ehhh @whumpookies lets see if I can kick this off XD

Im not sure what yall will think but ill give it a go thank you anon for the boost to try writing again!

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Gary Palmer didn't know he where he was and how he got there a mystery but for a distant memory of the cold English rain soaking thru him as he stood in the dark with only a feeling of dread, hopelessness and ghostly faces swirling to keep him company.

Now he lay on a soft comfortable surface with no memory how he got and a miserable headache that made him feel too weak to try and discover where he was and he drifted off into the nothingness again.

"Gary. Garryyyyyy." a voice called with a sing song note he wanted to crawl back into the darkness when he felt a hot breath whisperer into his ear "You'll never be free."

His eyes shot open to see the face of a someone long dead mere inches from his fear shot thru him and he struggled desperately to get away but he was held by an invisible force and his scream stuck in his throat his heart pounding in his chest as the figure laughed looking down on the helpless figure the dead man waded into the shadows of the walls as a new voice cut thru the darkness

"Gary!"

Gasping awake Gary looked fearfully around the sun light hospital room and finally to the a large figure holding one hand on Gary's shoulder and the other holding his bound hand supportively.

His mind muddled and confused Gary could barely speak "I- I don't... he's dead Mr. Crabbe I know he's dead." was all he managed shakily before tears started rolling freely down his face.

Inspector Harry Crabbe nodding at the restraints holding Gary Palmer to the bed "Get rid of these" the nurse nearby went to protest but was cut off by a sharp look from the Inspector and released the younger man.

Now free Crabbe gently pulled his head chef into his arms who resisted at first but allowed his boss to hold him and started crying harder. Harry gently rubbed Gary's should "Let it out lad your safe."

after several minutes Gary fell asleep Harry looked down at the younger man "I'm so sorry I knew Damien was dangerous but I we didn't think he was big enough to risk so much to keep us off his drug business."

Harry wiped a tear of relief from his eye when Margaret entered he gave his wife a gentle smile as he shifted Gary and tucked him in as she gentle brushed back the sleeping Gary's hair and placed a loving hand on her husbands shoulder. "He'll be ok Harry."

[selfshipping-shapeshifter]

Cw: Slightly yandere and obsessive behavior

A oneshot I wrote a long time ago that got deleted when I deleted and remade my blog, so I rewrote it again :3

This would've been one of his worst work days he's ever had. Keyword; would've. Most of the day was exhausting and stressful, yes, but there's one factor that makes this day memorable to him; his new obsession.

Saltbaker sighs heavily and closes the door to the kitchen, collapsing on a nearby chair and leaning his head back against the wall. The day is almost done and he hopes no one else will walk in and order something. He's had enough for today; he can't deal with another impatient customer.

He perks up when he hears the chime of the front door bell ringing and he's about to sigh in exhaustion before he pauses when he hears their voice.

“...hello?” A soft, kind voice asks from the bakery. Their voice is feminine and quiet, almost like they're too shy to speak; he could barely hear them. Maybe dealing with this last customer won't be so bad…

Standing up, he steps out from the kitchen and closes the door behind him. “Welcome in! What can I get you?” He asks, putting his cheerful mask on once again and taking a look at the last customer for the day.

Dear lord, he was not prepared for how pretty they were going to be. Short, plump, and curvy, his exact type in a woman, with a black dress and a dark brown trench coat. They're a merfolk covered in monochromatic turquoise scales with golden glowing eyes he could stare into for hours.

“Oh, hello! For a moment I thought you were closed-” Amber beams at him.

“Ah-hah, not yet I'm afraid. I close up in an hour, but I was debating on closing a bit early today.” Saltbaker replies politely, although it's clear he's a bit tired.

“Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to- don't let me stop you from closing up.” They say sheepishly. Is that…genuine remorse? Just for showing up an hour before closing? Maybe if they were someone else, he'd take them up on the offer, but part of him wants to keep them around for as long as he can.

“No, no! It's alright, don't worry about it!” Saltbaker reassures.

“Are you sure? I don't want to overwork you or anything…” Amber says, not sure if they should stay or go.

“I'm sure, I wouldn’t mind taking care of the order of such a pretty lady.”

Amber smiles at his flattering words and glances away. “I-If you're sure…”

“What can I get you this evening?” He asks in a softer, more gentle tone to persuade them to stay.

“Um…” Amber looks down at their options, biting their lip in contemplation. There's quite a few sweets left over from the busy day and they all look really good, however Amber has rather picky taste buds, so only one thing catches their eye. “Can I have the chocolate chip cookie, please?”

“Of course! That'll be $3, miss.” He gives them a small nod. Amber fishes out three $1 bills from their purse and hands it to him, which he takes before handing them the cookie.

“Thank you!” They beam at him and take a small bite out of the cookie. “Mmm, this is delicious! No wonder everyone always calls you the greatest chef in all the lands!”

For the first time in a long time, Saltbaker blushes; although it's barely noticeable. “Oh, thank you dear! You're too sweet…”

“I'm just being honest; this is the best cookie I've ever had!” They beam at him. They hesitate for a moment before adding; “Um…would you mind if I started coming in more often to write my book? O-Of course I'll still buy something every now and again so I'm not loitering or anything.”

They…want to come back? As a regular? They want to see him again? A bright smile grows on his lips. “Of course, it's no problem! As long as you don't mind if I chat with you occasionally when you're here!”

“Aw, of course I don't mind!” They beam back at him.

The hour passes fast, it almost feels like minutes. The whole hour is spent just the two of them chatting, occasionally snacking on some of the goods that didn’t get sold. The best part in Saltbaker's eyes? They helped him clean up the bakery before they left.

“Bye Saltbaker, I'll see you tomorrow!” Amber beams at him as they walk away towards their home, waving him goodbye.

“Goodbye, Amber!” Saltbaker waves at them before closing the door to the bakery. He leans his back against it with a dreamy sigh, looking up at the ceiling with a bright smile plastered on his lips.

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Months have passed since he met them and his love and obsession for them has only worsened. They visit quite often and when they do, his day is always instantly made. They even occasionally help out in the bakery when there's too many customers, which gives him an idea…

Once again, Amber’s sitting in his bakery writing in their book; a cup of ice cold tea and a plate of cookies on the table in front of them, which they've occasionally snacked on while they write.

Saltbaker hopes his staring isn't obvious, however the way he's leaning against the counter and watching them like a lovesick puppy gives it away. He can't help it, they're just so pretty. The way they're sitting there with their legs crossed, biting their lip as they think about what to write next.

A thought comes to mind and Saltbaker breaks the silence. “Amber?”

They perk up when he speaks and they turn to him with a hum of questioning. “Yeah?”

“Have you ever noticed you bite your lip when you think?”

A shy smile appears on their lips and they turn their body to face him better. “I do?”

“Yes, you do. You bite your lip quite often, I'd say. It's pretty cute.” He says.

“Aww, you noticed that?” They ask with a bright smile.

“Of course I did! How could I not?”

“Aww…!” Amber turns to hide how bright their smile is and the blush on their cheeks just from that one comment.

The two are interrupted when someone walks in; another customer he has to serve. Unfortunately, it's one that has a reputation for being unpleasant to serve.

“Hello ma'am, what can I get you today?” He asks the woman politely, dreading the inevitable.

“Do you have any pots and pans for sale?” The woman asks, already irritated with him. A simple question he wouldn't be annoyed by, however this woman has come in once every week for the past month asking the same god damn question only to yell at him when he gives his answer. Although, this is the first time Amber’s been in the same room as her.

“You already know the answer to that, ma'am. I don't.” Saltbaker says politely, hiding his irritation behind a forced smile, trying to not make it look like a grimace.

“I know, I’m waiting until you finally sell some. Why don't you?” She asks.

“I've told you; I focus on baked goods here, not kitchenware.” He says politely.

Amber turns and gives the two a confused look, baffled by the woman's demand. They stand up and approach the two as she belittles him for something so small and meaningless.

“Excuse me, what's going on?” Amber asks politely, stepping up to the woman.

The woman turns to Amber with a glare. “Did you seriously not hear me? Or are you that ignorant to the world around you?” She snaps.

Not only is Amber taken aback by the undeserved insult, but Saltbaker is too. He clenches his fists, not intervening yet. He knows he shouldn't do anything too rash, he has a reputation as a sweet baker to uphold.

“No, I heard you. I'm just…confused as to why you're yelling at him for something that isn't his fault.”

“It is his fault- he's the one who's choosing not to sell me anything!”

“What you're asking is something he isn't selling; there's literally a kitchenware shop a few blocks down you could be shopping in.”

“Well I want the same stuff he has so my cooking gets better.”

“That's…not how it works.”

“You just don't understand because nothing goes on in that pretty little head of yours.”

That does it. “You shouldn't talk to them like that.” Saltbaker snaps as politely as he can while showing his irritation.

The woman turns to him with a surprised look before glaring at him. “Why shouldn't I? She's the one who's being rude.”

“No they're not, they're being just as polite as I am. They're one of my closest friends and I can't let you insult them like that. If you're just going to insult us and not buy anything, I'll have no choice but to kick you out.”

“B-But-!”

“No buts. You've kept coming in once every week and you've never bought anything; do I need to ban you too?”

The woman huffs before storming out of the store, slamming the door shut. Amber turns to Saltbaker. “Damn, what's her problem?”

He chuckles softly, the tension in his body easing. “I have no idea, dear. She's been asking the same question for about a month now.” He replies, turning to them as his shoulders slump.

“Really?” They ask, even more baffled. “Hopefully she stops this time.”

“Agreed…” He nods. There's a pause before he speaks again. “Thank you…for helping me deal with her.”

“Of course! Thank you for standing up for me.”

“Aw, it was no problem honey.” They blush slightly at the pet name and beams at him. He admires their bright, adorable smile before he realizes now's a good time to ask them something. “My dear, may I ask you something?”

“Of course, what is it?” Amber asks, tilting their head to the side a bit in questioning.

“Well…would you ever consider working here with me? It gets stressful doing this all alone, and I love your company.” He asks.

“Really?” They perk up, their smile brightening. “I'd love to!!”

Perfect, they agreed! He didn't have to try to persuade them or anything; maybe they like him as much as he does? “Great! I'm looking forward to it!”

[bonesandthebees]

hey. it’s been a while :) not sure if you remember me but i just wanted to pop by and say that i will forever cherish your writing. your fics gave me a lot of comfort through a very dark time of mine, and reading about the silly fictional brothers made me feel a lot more excited and joyful in a world where i felt very lonely.

whenever i would read your stories, i couldn’t contain my very very dramatically fun reactions that i would say out loud to myself in my room (jumping up and down, screaming, crying, gasping, monologuing to myself, etc). i read so many different AUs and oneshots of yours and i couldn’t get enough! your work is so wonderful and i am AMAZED and how you can create such high-quality writing in a surprisingly short timeframe.

i loved clinic so much that i entered a 30 hour state of hyperfocus where i COULD. NOT. put it down. ruined my sleep schedule but it was so worth it!! and then i read it all again 2 days later. and then i read it AGAIN out loud to my friend over discord so he could enjoy it too :) i recommended world forgetting to a friend and it destroyed her (/pos). i kept recommending all of my friends your fics because they were all so wonderfully entertaining and had a level of quality that was hard to find elsewhere.

i loved clinic, world forgetting, stars, 17 hours, the vampire au, the mermaid au, and starman (?) (the horror one with the giant eye) and i’m sure there’s plenty more that are slipping my mind.

i’m currently in a place where i cannot decide if i’m even able to separate a content creator from his character. even the characters have been soured for me and it’ll be very tough to separate them. i hope i can, because they brought me so much joy in the past, and so did your writing :)

over the past year and a half or so i’ve been so lucky to be blessed with an absolutely wonderful girlfriend that i love very much, and i feel a lot less lonely and a lot more lighter. i’m more active in the real world and i’m doing more things that i love. because of this i’ve distanced from dsmp and unfortunately haven’t had enough time to fully understand qsmp (which is a shame because i love quackity and have been watching him quite literally since 2013 and he is very dear to me). but!! i still rant and rave about your stories to my girlfriend and i even got her to read clinic :)

ANYWAY… very long ramble hahah but all of this is to say that your work was very important in my life and even if i’m going to distance myself from this fandom, i will always love and cherish your writing!!! thank you for your labor of love and i won’t be forgetting about you anytime soon!!

i hope you’re doing well. take care of yourself!! have your favorite cookie!! sending hugs! <3

and ps, the scene where siren has his identity revealed is still one of my fav scenes in writing EVER and i still think about how beautifully tragic it was <3 i think about it a lot. u made me cry for like 45 minutes how dare youuuuuu hahah

I hope you know before I even read this ask I saw the url and immediately went "oh my god lostmellohi it's been so long I've missed them!!!" so, don't worry, I remember you very well and I'm so happy to see you here again!

it makes me so happy to hear how much you've enjoyed my writing over the years. hearing stuff like that only makes me more confident in my decision to not take down any of my stuff regardless of recent events. I never want to take away something of mine that has given you and others that much joy. these stories are mine first and foremost, but as readers they're yours too. they've given you so much enjoyment over the years and that can never be taken away from you.

I totally understand what you mean about being unsure if you'll be able to separate the cc and the character in the future. it's not an easy thing and right now I get the urge to wince every time I read wilbur's name, even if it's in the context of c!wilbur and/or a fic. I believe it'll get easier for all of us with time, so don't worry about it too much right now. it's only been a week since shelby's stream happened. feelings will settle.

congrats on the girlfriend!! I hope she enjoyed clinic lol. I'm so happy you've been doing better though and have been able to do more things that you love. enjoy that kind of stuff whenever you can. qsmp isn't going anywhere and you'll always be able to catch up whenever you have time.

thank you for this it genuinely made me so happy to read. wishing you the best for things in the future and I hope you take care of yourself <33

also, yeah, whenever I think back on the siren identity reveal I'm like damn I did pull that off really well huh. lmao so glad you enjoyed :)