((she/they, ace-spectrum, 30+))Primarily Undertale, this is a blog to put writings and RP with people. Author of Earstale, Tinytale, B-movietale, Underchorus etc. ((background by @deepseaeater))
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we have to be a grown up and go get supplies. which means our mimic slime has to be made :)
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As much as I was dreading it, I had to go out. I had to pack up my apartment, I had to get supplies, and that meant I’d have to make the ‘mimic’ slime. I realize, if I don’t give him the right kind of personality, that he could take over the world. Easily. Pretend to be the right person and he’d get into the government and blow up half the world.
So I have to make sure he’s not interested in that. I get up early, kissing Sun and Moon on the cheek before I get dressed into my going out clothes and go to the machine. I’d already discussed what sort of person he was going to be with the family (even if he doesn’t have a title, we claim Solar) and they wanted someone clever, deceptively strong, and more subdued to go with me. I’d added that I wanted a theater nerd, and the family thought that was a fun addition to our eclectic band. Especially when I’d already tried to talk to Earth about musicals and she said she likes the Barbie ones we watched online but wasn’t a fan of the musicals I showed her from Broadway because they were too depressing.
To be fair to Earth, my picks were Hamilton, Beetlejuice, and Man of La Mancha. But those are my favorites so…humph. I’m getting a theater nerd, and we’re going to gush about musical theater. And Shakespeare.
I program that he is extremely loyal to the people he loves, that he is nurturing to children, and loves musical theater. His base material is a mix of various pigments so he can easily mimic any texture or color. His natural form will have soft rays like Solar and a lure like Moon, all to further enhance his ability to shape-shift and improve his balance if he wants to be more stealthy to go along with me instead of just walking at my side as a false human. I let him be scented as well, a soft powdery scent that is labeled as ‘backstage’. When I roll the random stats, it picks “homosexual” and “British accent”. What. Huh. Those are options that can come baked in?
So I watch as my new friend forms, blobs of white and black and blue and red and yellow all swirling into odd patterns until he steps out of the tube with a delicate air. Turning his head, his eyes are heterochromatic. The one on my left is blue, and the other is red.
“Ah. Hello, dear. It seems you’re the one who created me. What sort of task could you need at this early hour?” He’s very gentle as he speaks, and smiles. “It seems you forgot to name me.”
My heart drops, and I apologize, “Oh. Oh, I’m so sorry. What...I’ve been picking space themed names so far.”
“Ah, so there are others,” he nods, taking one of my hands and rubbing his thumb over it, “Don’t fret, please. You seem a bit frazzled.”
“I am,” I sigh, and I explain the situation to him. The moving, the fact Sun had a panic attack the last time I left, the anxiety of going out among people again after living so happily down here.
“That IS quiet a lot to think on,” he hums slightly, putting his free hand to his mouth in thought, “Well, we’ll deal with it as we can. First of all, we need to get you to your vehicle and go rent a truck, hm?”
“Yeah,” His practical assessment of the situation was reassuring, as I can get overwhelmed with a list of tasks and forget to break them down into manageable chunks. It feels natural to walk with him, and I finally think of a name, “Would the name Celeste be good for you?”
“Hm,” he shifts his body, face becoming more defined as we reach the office floor, “It certainly has a nice sound to it. I like that all of it has a softness to it except that ‘T’ sound at the end. Yes, I think that’s a perfect name.”
“I’m glad. You’re the first person I’ve actually had to name after they wake up, so I didn’t know how it would feel to either of us to do it.” My arm links into his, and he shifts into a fully human guise when we reach the cellar floor. He has soft tired eyes, one brown and the other green, nicely kept dark brown-blonde hair that’s just long enough to notice the slight curl to it, and a very pale complexion. He’s formed some nice clothes, a plum waistcoat over a black shirt, some basic black pants and shoes, and a green gem brooch closing his collar shut. Elegant was an understatement.
“The fact you wanted it to go well means quite a lot about your intentions,” he opens my door for me once I unlock it, getting me settled in the driver’s seat before going to the other side and sitting down. “From how you speak about the others, as well, I can certainly see that you wish you could be omnipotent just to ensure our happiness. But therein lies the rub, dear,” Celeste’s smile is a bit mysterious but genuine, “what they all want is you, just as you are. I can only speak for myself, but waking up to a smile, a soft word, and a warm hand is a gift that I didn’t anticipate getting. The protocols in our minds for the scientists who abandoned this place calls for soldiers. You break that mindset from the word go with your concern and eagerness to soothe.”
The observant nature I’d wanted had absolutely come through, and I blush a bit, “you’re very astute, Celeste. Thank you. It’s nice to hear that even my flaws are loved in a sense.”
“Absolutely,” he laughs softly in his throat, and I find it easy to concentrate on the road as we drive. “Now, what role am I to play for you when we are among humans? We should get the script down before we have to perform.”
“Right,” I think out loud as I carefully guide my car back to the city, “Well, I want you to choose how you view me yourself, but when we’re out, it’s probably best you play a friend or relative.”
“I believe I’ll go with friend unless I feel it necessary to make the relationship a more close one to stave off pushy men.” He leaned on one hand and looked out the window, a teasing lilt to his posh voice, “After all, I can’t let you bring in ALL the attention.”
His teasing gets me completely relaxed, and I find it less daunting to thing about all the very adult tasks I have laid out for me.
-
Celeste has to say that his first day of life was very entertaining.
They first went to a large store that had everything from Pogo-sticks to plungers, and that was where he realized that he was very...aware. It was as if he was able to see how the people around him flowed, and his disguise was easy to keep as he calmly steered his companion along aisles with ease, keeping his body between them and the other humans. It wasn’t very crowded, being a weekday mid morning, but there were a few men giving them both odd looks and a slight irritation built in his core. Yes, he was dressed far more elegantly than a trip to this sort of venue required, and yes, the darling next to him was a pinnacle of understated appeal, but good grief, neither of those things required so much staring.
As his human was picking out the items from the list on their phone, a particularly smug looking man began to approach, but Celeste intercepted him.
“Sir, what exactly can I help you with?” Celeste kept his tone jovial and helpful, even if he honestly wouldn’t mind hardening his fingers and stabbing them through his smarmy face. “You’ve been watching us for a little while now, so surely you’re wanting to ask something?”
Huffing, the human tried to dodge around him and Celeste just flowed into place. No one would be able to see his quick change from solid to fluid at such a small level. “Bro, I just wanna talk to the one who’s NOT a flaming twink.”
“Pardon you,” is the response Celeste goes with. “That is very derogatory language, and I am, in no way, your ‘bro’. You will not be talking to my friend, nor will you be talking to me. Kindly leave.”
“Get out of here, dude, seriously!” the typical male specimen puffed up his chest and glared at Celeste, “Lemme shoot my shot or get lost, cuck.”
“No.” When the man swung at him, Celeste just caught his wrist and squeezed hard. His unnatural strength made the man gasp in pain and go still, then pull back to try and get away. “Do you understand now? This is not a debate, it is an instruction. Leave.”
When Celeste let go, the man’s wrist was quickly purpling in a deep bruise. He held it to his chest, shocked, but backed up before turning and running. It was satisfying to know he’d stopped someone bothering his sweet friend before it even began. And it was quiet nice to go back to their side and have them excitedly show him a boxed set of several classic musicals that had been made into movies.
After buying the needed groceries and a few fun extras at the store, the duo drove to the moving van company to rent one for the day. Playing “guess that musical” in the moving van as they drove it from the lot to the apartment complex and back to the woods, meeting his new cohorts, seeing how his dear little human lit up when Sun and Moon melded over their body in a hug, it was all a tapestry of beautiful moments that made him quite pleased to have helped make it happen.
They had to go return the truck and retrieve the car, of course, but it went fine. The rental clerk was surprised to see them on time, but it was a pleasant sort of surprise, so all was smooth sailing. All in all Celeste considered his mission successful and was very pleased to relax into his basic form again and relax as his friend and Earth made food for everyone.
--
Earth didn’t know what Celeste really was, to start with. Yes, another slime like them, another creation of Rosie’s, but he was so different. Shorter, his swirling mix of colors vibrant and strange, his mix of lure and rays an anomaly among them. Though, to be fair, she too was a stand out member of the family, the only woman here and the only one with the hair like puff around her head.
So when dinner was over and everyone relaxed and did their own things, she sought him out.
“Celeste?” she asked, curious as the other slime turned toward her, his mismatched eyes something she found fascinating.
“Hm? Ah, Earth dear, come in.” He’d been setting up his room with a few of the items he and Rosie had picked out on their trip, with plans in place for a video call on Rosie’s end the next trip out so everyone else could pick things for their own spaces if what was already in the lab didn’t suit them.
She drifted in and settled near the door, smiling in interest as he hung up a poster for some musical she hadn’t heard of but looked interesting. “I wanted to get to know you a little better. Also, that poster looks interesting. What’s Wicked?”
“Oh it’s a lovely musical that focuses on the bond between two magical girls,” he found the rounded plastic chair he’d snatched from one of the meeting rooms and settled himself, eager to share. “I think you’d like it, Earth. Especially Glinda’s outfit.”
“Wait, Glinda? Like the pretty witch in the movie we watched tonight?” her hopes began to rise, wanting to connect with her new housemate. “Is it set in the same place?”
“Oh yes, it is,” Celeste’s expression is soft and welcoming, and she eagerly motions for him to go on. “It’s based on a novel, but I doubt you’d like the book version, very very dark and a bit...ah...how should I put it? Sensual, might be the word.” Her grimace must have been visible, “I thought so. You seem more a soft romantic type than the more lusty side of things. So yes, the musical is much more you. Glinda’s always costumed in pink while Elphaba, the lady on the poster there, is in black. She’s also always made up to be bright green. Can you guess why?”
His playful head tilt made Earth guess, “Is she the Witch of the West? And they’re friends? How?”
“That’s the story, Earth.” He chuckled, a sound that brought forth feelings of soft fluff and warmth. “How these two women who feature so prominently in Dorothy’s story grew up and became who they are. What brought them together and what put them at odds. It’s beautiful and very powerful. I’d love to share it with you at some point. Our dear creator has the cast recording, if you care to listen to it.”
Earth clapped her hands together excitedly and nodded, “Oh, Celeste, that sounds wonderful! I love that kind of story, you know? Girl power and the meaningful ways women can build each other up! I’ll share my barbie musicals with you if you help me find more stage ones I’d like.”
“That sounds like a very cheerful sort of bonding, Earth. I’d love to.” His red splotch swirled into his rays, the soft structures flaring like a sail in the wind. She hoped that meant he was happy. Unbeknownst to her, it certainly did.
--
He couldn’t stand Celeste. Not at all.
Sun folded his arms against his chest as he watched the mimic slime flitting about, chatting with Earth and listening to Solar talk about what he was doing. Celeste seemed to know a thing or two about maintenance as well, citing he had to have a general smattering of knowledge to be a convincing mimic.
“Of course he knows everything, hmph.” Sun hated that the new arrival was getting so much attention, especially that he got to GO OUT IN PUBLIC with Sunshine while Sun was stuck inside. It just wasn’t fair! How could that new, flouncy guy be better than him to help his darling Sunshine?!
Moon oozed down from the ceiling and poked Sun’s cheek. “Pouting. Why?”
“Because.” Sun sounded petulant as a child, and Moon snickered before prodding his twin again for more information. “I...I don’t like Celeste. He’s everybody’s favorite and he gets to spend time alone with our sweetheart and I don’t want that!”
“Jealous.” Moon stated it, and Sun gasped, looking at his brother with open mouthed shock. “Jealous of him.”
“I...I’m not JEALOUS I’m just…..I-I’m…” Sun’s rays drooped almost all the way down to his head. “I...am I really jealous, Moonie? Is that what this awful squirming, hot, angry feeling is?”
“Mmhm.” Moon hugged his twin and added, “Normal feeling. Talk to Starlight.”
“I’m embarrassed to admit that, thouuuuugh.” the whine was quiet, and Moon squeezed him a little tighter.
“do it. Won’t go away otherwise. Tell them.”
“Okaaaay,” Sun finally hugged Moon back and muttered, “You’re really smart, Moonie. Thank you.”
Nuzzling Sun with a happy snicker, Moon replied, “You’re smart, too. Just different kind.”
Realizing he had to let go if he was going to talk to their sweetie, Sun reluctantly did so and sighed, “Okay. I’m gonna go now. Wish me luck.”
“Luck’s dumb. Honesty’s better.” Moon grinned, and Sun pushed him away this time, fully running off as Moon laughed. Moon knew his brother would leave faster if he was annoying.
-
I was going over some of the paperwork on one of the abandoned desks and sorting it when Sun came in, and I could tell by his rays that he was upset.
“Sun bun, what’s wrong?” My heart sinks as he looks up at me, head lowered to do that. I get up and he sadly slinks over.
“I...Sunshine, I need to say something. I’m not having nice feelings and Moon said I should talk to you about them.” He squeezed his own hands hard enough that they merged together, making him shake them apart with a whimper.
“It’s okay, Sun,” I reach up and cup his face, and Sun sniffles as his glowing eyes search over my face. “You can talk to me about anything. What’s on your mind?”
To my surprise, his voice sounds has the same intonation as a scared child who just fell off the swing set. “When you came back with Celeste, I was happy you were home, but now I’m just mad that he got to go with you and I didn’t. And everybody likes him and I don’t and...Moon said that the squirmy feeling in my chest is jealousy. B-but that’s bad, right? I’m bad for feeling that way, right?”
Poor guy. I move, wrapping my arms around him and shushing, “You’re not bad for feeling your feelings, Sun, but jealousy doesn’t help anybody. Why are you jealous of Celeste? Everybody likes you, too.”
“I-I know but…” he engulfs me, arms around my waist as the rest of his body puddles and submerges my lower half. “But everything we’ve seen since we woke up and read about and seen in the movies says that the jealous people are the bad guys. I don’t wanna be bad.”
“Sunny,” I nuzzle in softly, scared at how upset he is over something so minor and natural, “I’m so sorry I’ve given you the idea jealousy is anything but a natural emotion. The bad examples were just exaggerations. Jealousy can get out of hand and be dangerous, yeah, but…” My lips taste sweet after I kiss the side of his head, behind his rays. “I love you. I love Moon. And it’s normal to feel a little jealous and worried when someone you care about finds a new friend. But he’s my friend, like Solar is, like Earth is.”
“I know,” the words huffed out, and he squeezed me a bit tighter. “I really really do, but...I worry I’m not good enough. I can’t go out with you like Celeste can. I can’t protect you like Moonie. I can’t feed you like Earth or fix problems like Solar. I just...clean. And love you. And I was the first one but there are so many of us now that I…” He hiccuped and shivered all over, “I worry you’ll get tired of me.”
“Never,” I tighten my hold as much as I can, almost wishing I was the slime so I could curl all the way around him. “Sun, you were the first miracle, and I put everything I’ve ever wanted in a companion into you. I’m so sorry the machine assigned you anxiety. I’d never wish that on anybody, I have it, too. I was so grateful Earth ended up being your sister because she’s what I imagine the perfect girl is and I worried you or Moon might fall for her at first.”
“What?” Sun’s question was small and high pitched, but he pulled his head back to look at me, making me feel ashamed as I had started tearing up. “You...is that why you talk through so much? And ask us before doing stuff?”
“Yes,” I smile weakly and he starts to rub his forehead against mine, back and forth, and it soothes me even if I think it’s his way to stim since we’re both getting overwhelmed.
“I don’t want to make you worry,” he mumbles, quiet in the lonesome office, “But it does help to know you understand me. And that you worried about losing Moonie and me even if you’re the brightest and best thing in our lives. You’re so so good to us, Sunshine. And Earth is nice, she’s my sister so I have to defend her, of course, but...she’s not you. And she’s not perfect.”
Sun gives me a soft kiss, and I let my eyes flutter closed. “She’s wonderful in many ways, but she doesn’t look at me and Moon like we’re precious treasures. She doesn’t work so hard on all these papers trying to find the answer to all our questions, only to come back to the living room and do the work that earns money for all of us.” His eyes are so soft in their glow as I open my own again, “And no one on this whole planet could ever make me feel as safe and cherished as you do, Sunshine. You made a family for me. We made a home together. Nobody could ever replace that.”
“And I feel that way about you, Sun.” I sniffle and give a short laugh, smiling at that goofy, lovestruck grin on him. “You’ve done so much to keep my allergies at bay that I’d never be able to accomplish on my own. And you hold me just the perfect way to not upset my brain, and your sass fits so perfect with my inner monologue. You’re more precious to me than the actual sun outside. That sun hurts me and makes me uncomfortable and can cause bad things to me. You just take care of me, and treat me like I could never be a burden. I love you, so much.”
He giggled quietly, picking me up and snuggling me close, “Then I guess we were both worried for nothing. Isn’t that always the way it goes? Heehee...I think we both deserve a break and some cuddle time. And Moon can join later if he wants. But just us for now.”
“Yeah,” It feels good not to have to walk, or think, or worry. Sun and I both needed this talk, and I’m so glad he came to me rather than sitting on his jealousy and worry. I need to be as brave as him with my own anxieties. I’ll try harder next time.
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i want to draw my dream but I do not have the skills.
I want to illustrate the gaunt groundskeeper's long face, sunken cheeks and wild eyes, dirty white t-shirt and thick work pants with clutching vines pulling on his arms, all in a ghostly pale blue. He had the short, cropped hair typical in my part of the country, and a narrow but protruding nose. His thick knuckles on hands that grasped as tightly as the vines that bound him.
I want to give visual life to the dancers in the circus show, their golden glittering leotards and opaque coffee tights speckled with bright crimson blood. The one I remember most was a dark blonde white girl, a pageboy kind of cut that fell around her ears, with a large splotch of blood near her forehead on her left side, smile fixed in a showman's grin and brown eyes vacant as the red stuff trickled down her cheek and over her eye. The girl next to her was black, hair in a fan down to her shoulders and natural, but her mouth was covered in her own blood that gushed down. And the white-grey mix of concrete, ash, and bone dust on the floor of the auditorium in front of their stage, the lumps of skulls and ribcages rising pale from the darker powder in a neat oval inside the red and yellow tent, popcorn buckets still looped in skeletal arms.
I want to get across how The Miracle Man looked. Long, straight strawberry blonde hair to his shoulder blades, top had on his head and shiny black cane in hand with a round silver top. a cravat with an odd blue cabochon brooch, the ruffles falling halfway down his hefty figure. All the confidence of a ringmaster and the superior smirk of a conman. Circular face, dark eyes that glittered unsettlingly. Every bit of his suit was the same blue cast as a ghost but his hands and face were pink as any living man's. He spoke with utter confidence.
Mr. Slappy's candy shop, the golden cast from dirty windows, turning the whole scene sepia except for the man himself, the home-made mascot head having cherry eyes and a happy blue mouth that dribbled paint at its left end. Ice cream cone nose, coated in baby blue chocolate. his clothes were a peppermint pinstripe dress shirt with white cuffs and brown pants, pale hands worrying at themselves and the beige apron over his front. The uncertainty and slight regret even as he sent 'guests' through the slide. The sob that never came out stuck in his voice as he begged not to be forgotten, for his precious store to remain.
The golden pharaoh book end with embedded rubies that I handed to the ghost of the rich man, the deep wine velvet of the chaise he and his wife sat on, their victorian fashion washed out in the hanging distortion that made the mother's deep lavender dress a dusty mauve while her husband's black coat and tails were a dark grey. The husband, head bald, long oval face with a medium mustache in salt and pepper, well groomed and perfect. The wife, silent in her sandy brown gibson-girl hair that puffed around her head like a cloud. The dull greys and colors of the books in the white shelves around them, the huge fireplace empty and dark while the two pewter candelabras sit just as bare on each corner, the room too dark to make out the large painting in the gold frame above.
I want to put these images to paper, but I am not artist enough to do so.
at some point I was in a disney park in NEW YORK??? but things were crazy.
I went to the haunted mansion but it was HUGE and definitely more like it's own theme park than anything. There was a whole thing about Keys to various doors and you could try to get into one specific door but it might not open unless you were meant to do it.
And of course I took that key. But apparently you could go back and forth to try different keys?
But that's not the important part. I met people. There was the groundskeeper who tried to convince guests they were him so he could take their place, then there was a whole circus-themed live theater show that burned down with the audience still inside and all the performer's ghosts keep drawing in new crowds to see if THIS TIME they can finish the show, even if they all have hideous injuries from the collapse of the theater and/or the flames, and their oval shaped floor is covered in ash and bones and the belongings of their previous audience.
There was a candyman named Mr. Slappy that was wearing his mascot suit forever so his head looked like a big white jawbreaker with a smiley face painted on. He refused to let his name and store die out even after he died so he lures guests into a waterslide? thing? that is supposedly making them into candy.
Then there was The Miracle Man. He supposedly was the headliner at the circus theater but never appeared there, and he dressed a lot like the Hatbox Ghost but he was a very heavy man. He helped me at one point, but I got the feeling there were ulterior motives. He could just appear and disappear anywhere.
And apparently all these hauntings started because a rich man's son incurred a curse of some kind due to his father's neglect. maybe the son died, Idk, didn't get that far in the storyline. The father and mother's room was a big library with jewelry and gold statuettes and stuff all over the place with an egyptian theme? And the son might have been the one I ran to early on that had the weird game in a big circular room where you had to dodge slime coming from the ceiling?
it was weird but I was happy. And Beetlejuice was there, but he just had his own little teacup style ride near where Mr. Slappy's store let out.
Dusk and Dawn are more emotive and advanced Daycare bots, who never shared a body. They were always separate, and they came alive the day the daycare ran its first test run.
That was also the day they met their darling, a human woman called Andromeda, but she went by Andi at work. Andi fit with the two of them so seamlessly, it was almost like she was meant to be with them and Dusk and Dawn both felt validated and seen as people without having to fight around her. That was very different than any other human adult around.
The trio realized their feelings at different times. Andi had a crush on both of them starting about a month in, but agonized over if she should act on it, and if so, which one?
Dawn realized he was in love with Dusk all of a sudden, a few weeks in, when Dusk was kneeling and softly drying a little girl's tears from a scraped knee. Despite being mute, Dusk's face and body language spoke volumes, and he and Dawn could communicate through internal signals since they're animatronics. He didn't realize he loved Andi, too, until he felt angry when one of the single dads dropping off their kid flirted with her. It took a few hours before he realized that was JEALOUSY and that he would be heartbroken if Andi was with anybody but them.
Dusk came online and took one look at Dawn. That was all it took, but he respected his cohort too much to push his feelings, especially since he didn't speak and Dawn was so fond of talking. Still, it surprised him when he felt the same sort of devotion for Andi. She didn't push him to talk, didn't ignore him, was content sitting with him or helping him pick up the books in the story corner after the daycare closed.
Dawn was the one who got the ball rolling on actually becoming a throuple. Dawn went to Dusk first, and confessed how beautiful and gentle he found his partner, how he wanted to do more than sit in one room charging, that he wanted to hold Dusk every night for the rest of their lives. Dusk embraced him instantly, squeezing tightly and nuzzling into his neck, letting Dawn's soft rays rest on his head. It took a few months after that before Dawn asked if Dusk felt the same about Andi, and they asked her together.
Their relationship was harmonious and sweet. Yes, they missed their sweet human during the evenings when she had to go home, but they spent their days working together like a family and eventually that's what the kids started to catch on to. So "Mama Andi" and "Papa Dusk and Papa Dawn" began to be heard from lots of the kids. Dawn talked a lot, read instructions and went around correcting the kids if they were being a little rowdy or mischievous. Dusk was gentle and silent, but very strong and scary when he had to step in to break up fights or deal with intruders/Karen parents. Andi was the bubbly, fun one, and she balanced everything perfectly. A trifecta of bliss.
But it ended rather abruptly when the boys woke up one morning and Andi didn't come in to work. The kids didn't even come. Dawn hacked past the firewall keeping them away from the internet on the Daycare's main computer and he and Dusk read the news.
Their Andi had been murdered by a stalker, an ex boyfriend from years ago that had finally found her after she'd moved and changed her name to avoid him.
And that brings us to present day. They have a parade of new assistants, usually only lasting a few months before Dawn's snappish words or Dusk's intense angry stare scares them away, but they never touch the humans so management can't do a thing about it.
The kids still call them Papa Dawn and Papa Dusk, and they love them dearly, but it's obvious there's a hole where Andi used to be.
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I honesty feel bad for baker after Pitaya caused the 5-in-1 midlife crisis special and said dragon is being scolded by Ananas, Lotus and Longan while Lychee is enjoying the scolding from afar while HB is trying to figure out how the heck to calm down Baker from the totally not so traumatizing experience.
Safe to say Baker is NOT trusting Pitaya again after that flight.
-🎂 anon
Hollyberry just saying Baker needs to stop being so uptight, and Baker being like "IN MY WORLD THAT WOULD HAVE KILLED ME SEVERAL TIMES OVER."
and then Ananas especially mad because "NOT ONLY DID YOU DEGRADE YOURSELF BY BEING RIDDEN BY COOKIES, YOU ENDANGERED THE BAKER WITH YOUR SHOWBOATING!"
I'm wanting to play with Dawn and Dusk right now (my versions of tlaes Day and Night).
Come ask the cute couple questions. Remember, they're grieving the loss of their third so it's a touchy subject. ((doesn't mean don't ask them, I just was reminding y'all they're poly))
No one has ever been on the back of a dragon, probably except HB and Baker if in the cookie world, but I can definitely see most of the cookies be absolutely bamboozled by the sight of a pink ball of dough on the back of one of them, most likely Pitaya, and she's like, " Now this is how you relax!" while the second victim of being on their back is having 5-in-1 midlife crisis stages and screaming whenever Pitaya gets close to crashing into a tall wall or the ground.
I love all the cute comics about Shadow Milk accepting PV's offer and just living in the castle with him. TBH that's where my triad au with Cherry Candy ends up too.
Happy little mischief in a land of gullible fools who can just rest with the two people who really get him.
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what if he had ant features like extra arms and a lil abdomen Like the ghost ant, that is transparent and like anything her stores in there can be seen
oh em gee yes
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