#briefrespite

Welcome to my camp. You were lucky to find it, I do not tend to stay in one place for too long. I suppose since you are here, I owe you an introduction.

I am Dark Choco Cookie, the former prince of the Dark Cacao Kingdom. You may have realized by now that my father and I are... not on good terms. There is good reason, though I would rather not discuss it. Not now, at least.

I use any pronouns, it does not matter to me. Anything besides what the voices say is acceptable.

As for the Cookies of Darkness... I hold hate for no one in this world more than them. Especially Pomegranate Cookie. If you see her, give her a good slap in the face for me.

Unfortunately due to the scars, my left eye no longer opens. Usually I wear an eye patch just to cover it, I dislike how people stare at the scars. I am also colorblind.

I usually do not stray too far from the borders of my old home. I dare not cross those borders, but it feels comforting to know that he is near.

I still miss the kingdom, particularly him and Caramel Arrow Cookie, I view her like a little sister. I hope to reunite with them properly.

You may notice one of my horns is cracked... do not fret about it. It does not heal, nor does it cause any pain.

Blog rules

1: basic dni, no zoos, pedos, racism, etc

2: I reserve the right to refuse any ask for any reason.

3: no sexual content, especially if you are not 18+.

Mod info

Any pronouns, primarily she/it

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Main blog: the-silliest-vanilly

Tags:

bittersweetvoice: sad sword boy

briefrespite: non canon

lexiyaps: mod

bitterjustice: darkmilk

EVENTS

Written by @ ‪@AMutedWarrior

‪[He sat on the edge of his bed rubbing his temples before pushing to his feet and walked into the bathroom to relieve himself. He stripped out of his boxers and got into the shower. ‬

‪He didn't take an extra long shower, but when he leaned his forehead to the cool tiles his simple shower became a respite of relaxation so he allowed himself a moment to close his eyes and caught his breath. He ran a hand over his hair and down the back of his neck where he massaged the muscles with his fingers then groaned as he lathered soap over his chest and down the over his stomach. His wounds had healed and with @BereavedBeauty granting him her blood there were no scars to be found. All of that was inside his head and that would take longer to heal. ‬