#haha colorful lights go brrrr

[gerardspuppy]

Mairon and his son favorite wolf

[nyankoizumi]

My art of the Addison? In my blog? More likely than you think

[daisys-gard3n]

[haha, i know i’m still new here, but love cavities makes my brain go brrrr and after months of writer’s block i made this- enjoy 💙]

it’s what’s on the inside that counts.

you blinked back to reality. where were you again…? ah, yes, the chocolate swamp. holding a cup of… well, who knows what, but you didn’t want to be rude to your host, a lithe little bugger with wide, watching eyes that had to be a head shorter than you, maybe more. no matter. it was getting dark and you were lost. he was kind enough to take you to his hut on the edge of the swamp, right before the nesquik smog rolled in. you found it almost humorous- such a little thing in waders and clunky boots that go up to his knee, a handkerchief covering his nose and mouth and a hat covering a head of chocolate brown hair. he wanted to protect you.

“it’s been cooking all day!” he said to you in between hammer strikes, nailing boards over the windows. he gave you a smile, nails between his teeth, bicuspids declaring themselves an oxymoron on such a harmless fellow. you noticed how his nose crinkled a bit when he flashed that grin. “i’m not a great cook, but i hope you like it.”

it was stew, you decided. some sort of candied stew. the mug you held shimmered a cyan hue, bits and pieces of different candies bobbed up and under the surface, and it was thick enough to make your spoon stand on its own.

you’d better drink it.

you haven’t had anything to eat in days.

it was so thick. you’ve never eaten anything quite like this in your life… you had to repress a gag reflex. every bone in your body didn’t want you to swallow. after every gulp, there was a buzz in your teeth and a sugary film on your tongue. you truly hated it, darling, but you didn’t want to seem rude.

“it fills you up, doesn’t it?” the marbled mug was taken out of your hands. you nodded, wiping your mouth. you got a chance to consciously glimpse around- the little hut was crafted out of wafers and a roof thatched with pocky. you wondered how it all didn’t melt if the swamp gets so warm… or even during the rainy season! maybe his residence needed fixing biannually. nonetheless, it was quite quaint. the rock candy fireplace was the eyecandy of the whole residence, without a doubt. you could tell this hermit kept whatever trinkets he found up there on the mantle- a broken tea pot, toy planes (he had about three in a line), an intact and well-maintained hand mirror, and an assortment of other high-end items that likely washed down the river and made their way into the chocolate swamp’s embrace. just like you!

for a shack built for one, it almost had twice the items, making it a tad cluttered for your liking. you’d think there’d be two mugs, one pair of shoes, one coat on the coat hanger… no. there was four mugs, two pairs of shoes, two coats. terribly odd.

“ah, no, no, no!” he replied when you asked if he was married. “no, those are dia’s things. he comes and goes as he pleases. he doesn’t like to share.” he has a distant look in his eyes. how dare you, darling, you rubbed salt in an open wound! you inconsiderate slime, you don’t even deserve to be staying here for the night.

you watched him finish watching out the mug and hang it back up, next to its partner, a black camping mug. in the sink was tools- knives, scissors, tenderizers, the like- covered in goops of different colors. ah, that’s what he made the stew with. dirty tools.

his eyes snapped back to you, a smile lighting up again. you liked how his chocolate sprinkle freckles danced as he laughed.

“sorry, i don’t have the privilege of receiving guests quite often!” he then used the mug to pour himself a cup with the ladle. “once in a blue moon, maybe…” he stirred the stew with his finger, digging out softened piece you recognize as something you almost choked on. it was a pastel pink and he popped it in his mouth. the grinding sound of teeth against something so hard made a shiver run down your spine.

he noticed your grimace and stopped, swallowing and licking the remaining broth off his fingers.

“i do recall… a band of travelers. they thought cutting through here would be a worthwhile shortcut, but all things come at a price. their wagon got stuck in the swamp. i was on my way home when i met them. i think they were… chocolate covered strawberries? chocolate covered cherries? they all look the same… anywho, they asked me for help pushing through wagon out of the mud, but it was really a lost cause… half of the wheels were broken and swallowed, so there’s no going back. then they debated on setting up camp for the night and leaving in the morning.

“i wanted to extend a hand since i couldn’t help with their wagon but i was quickly shut down. a little more than half the party split- the majority kept trudging along while only a few stayed with me…” he hummed, stirring the stew with a spoon.

“you’re not bored of me, are you?”

you shook your head.

“good.”

he continued to tell you every detail about the strangers- including the minuscule things like the buttons on their coats and what they smelled like. you had zoned out again, snapping back to when he says:

“do you ever wonder… what your inside looks like…?” you shake your head. was he speaking metaphorically or literally? you couldn’t tell.

“i don’t think i mean ‘hidden beauty’ or whatever… well, i guess you could call it that.” he shook his head. “no, it’s your soft insides.” he smiled, those bicuspids glimmering again, no longer such an oxymoron.

“that’s the wonderful thing about chocolate covered strawberries… a hard exterior surface with sticky, sweet centers…” he almost moaned, salivating like a dog.

you started to stand.

he snatched a knife off the wall.

you sat back down.

“oh, no you don’t! nice try, but you won’t be leaving anytime soon.” he smiled as impending terror swallowed you whole. “don’t worry. i’ll be eating off of you for weeks.”

a searing pain grabbed a hold of you as a knife plunged into your abdomen, moving from the left to the right, then up your ribcage, the last sound you hear being the cracking of cartilage.

YOU DIED.

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RETURN TO HOME SCREEN

[hehe- *does a little gay dance*]

- 💙 anon

wow, amazing, i am in awe...this is pretty much how unhinged doppio gets without eating another candy person for weeks ends up like...I applaud thou...

He's so sheltered in the chocolate swamps...He thinks this is normal, everyone else does it. But imagine when you accidently cut yourself for the first time around him...It doesnt smell sweet...It smelled tart and...metallic...Such a new flavor. Oh, when doppio licks the blood off the knife you cut yourself with...He's greeted with a new profile of flavor...It stung his tongue so delightfully and soaked into his tongue...It wasn't sweet at all, but it tasted so...good

You were different from the other people who wandered into the swamp...And with this heavy chocolate milk rainfall...You weren't leaving anytime soon, maybe Doppio should try and figure out what you look like on the inside

[aphroditestummyrolls]

📥 and 🌈 (Feed My Soul!)

Hi friend! ❤️❤️❤️

📥 favorite fic to get comments on— I mean, whichever one I’m currently working on?? Right now, its Color and Light particularly, and that one does feel special. And different. Ive spent so long working on it, it feels so good to finally be able to talk about it and share it. Hear people’s favorite parts and what they’re excited for. I talk a lot of (warranted) shit, but I love this fandom, and I’ve met so many incredible people here that I love to talk to.

Really, if you comment on any of my stories? I’m over the moon.

🌈 inspiration for Feed My Soul— I was hanging out in the backseat, on a road trip home from “The Cottage” (my cousin’s lake house). It was late summer, and the weather was hot and sunny, and everything was so green. I was lonely, and feeling romantic, and I hadn’t written smut in a long time! I was about three or four months out of a terribly unhealthy relationship, and I wanted LUSH, HOT, FOREVER-TYPE OF LOVE. A secret corner of the world, near water and surrounded by green. Where you can be the only only two people in the world.

The idea of writing myself into a fic makes self-hatred brain go brrrr, so I wrote it for my favorite boys. They’re the only pairing that REALLY works for the way I write smut. They’re the only ones unabashedly sappy enough haha

Thank you so much for playing ❤️❤️❤️