#coffeecake

come pick my roses!:p

peachblossom - a term for presenting as bellusine.

automaton - a term for presenting as bitous.

coffeecake - a term for presenting as capuous.

symbols from here, here, & here.

‘Twas a calm night for the prophet as he sat alone all by his lonesome while ruckus ran wild out in his cult. When his mind began to swim into madness, he had to just shake his head like nothing ever happened and go about his day. “Just keep your cool, Sammy,” he spoke quietly to himself. “Nothing is out to get you… Our lord is protecting us afterall.” His breath was shaky as he sat on his bed, hands pressing into his knees. “Why must my mind swim?! I am to be the calm and collected prophet everyone relies on! I AM HIS PROPHET! I NEED TO ALWAYS HAVE ANSWERS, NOT SHAKY, RANDOM THOUGHTS!” He panicked as his mind began to cloud more with these intrusive thoughts.

“Sammy?” A gentle deep voice rang out from beyond Sammy’s bedroom door. “Are you in there?” Then a knock then proceeded to be heard from the other side of the door.

“W-who is it?” Sammy’s shaky voice was heard, as he was clearly on the edge of a panic attack.

“It’s me, Jack,” the voice replied. “Can I come inside? I heard panicking coming from your room and I wanted to check to see if you were okay. I know you haven’t been doing okay the last few days.” Jack waited there patiently for the prophet’s response. All he wanted to do was check to see if his lover was okay when he heard the distressed noises.

“Y-yeah… you,” Sammy left out a brief coughing fit. “You can come in. Don’t mind the mess.” Jack nodded to himself and stepped inside. Inside the room there were papers, presumably for the cult’s manic sermons, and inkwells strewn about the room. Ink splatter some of Sammy’s furniture implying that some of the inkwells spilled in this panic attack.

Jack rushed over to Sammy’s bed to sit down and comfort him. “Hey! Hey! It’s okay. Breathe. Breeaatthhee” He calmly says, trying to get Sammy to calm down from this panicked high. “It is going to be okay. What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing, Jack. Don’t worry about” Sammy said, brushing off Jack.

“I can’t help you, unless you tell me what is wrong?” Jack says, grabbing Sammy’s hands to hold. Rubbing Sammy’s knuckles, Jack stares at the mask his prophetic lover always wore, “What ails my beloved prophet?”

“It… It’s just these thoughts, Jack. These intrusive thoughts have been plaguing my mind for weeks! Ever since those… ugh… Keepers started to show up and my flock has begun to dwindle, I have been beginning to fear that I have failed them as their shepherd.” Sammy says. A choked cry was beginning to form in the back of his throat, but he wasn’t ready enough to let those barriers down and cry on Jack’s shoulder.

“Aww Sammy, it is okay. They’re not gone forever-” Jack began

“YES, THEY ARE, JACK! YES, THEY ARE!” Sammy cried out, grabbing Jack’s shoulders. “I’ve seen it with my own eyes, Jack… They’ve been crucified! They’re being killed off one by one, Jack. I’m scared.” Sammy’s eyes began to fill with tears, “I don’t want to lose you nor Shi to those... ANIMALS!”

“Sammy, shhh… it’s okay. We’ll keep each other safe. We’re going to be fine!” Jack said, trying to cheer Sammy up. “And you want to know why?”

“Why?” Sammy sniffled.

I’ll preface this video with the warnings, starting off with it is hella angsty. I don’t know what I was on when I started this but… it’s not jolly. Second:

TW: Brief alcohol depiction, lots of crying, sort of period-typical homophobia/repressed feelings, and sexual lyrics (the animatic doesn’t really visually interpret them.)

Yapping under cut