#prestideception

the  shadow  milk  (  the  maestro  )  of  this  timeline  is  missing,  too.  this  is  too  many  to  be  a  coincidence.  something  is  hunting  them  —  not  that  khaos  particularly  cares,  but  it  is  a  bit  annoying  that  someone  else  is  getting  to  his  prey  before  he  can.

❝  geez,  it  took  ya  long  enough.  ❞  he  doesn't  turn  around  when  he  speaks.  he's  holding  the  head  of  a  statue  in  hand  —  fount's  countenance  carved  in  marble,  displaying  a  serenity  he  never  truly  felt  in  life.  khaos  sinks  his  talons  into  the  stone,  clawing through  the  virtue's  visage  as  if  it  were  made  of  soft  clay.  ❝  i  was  starting  to  think  you  missed  your  cue.  'tis  terrible  etiquette  for  a star of  your  caliber  —  assuming  you're  still  into  show  business.  ❞  the  beast  tips  his  head  back,  mouth  split  in  a  wide,  razor  sharp  smile  that  fails  to  reach  his  many,  many,  many  eyes.  ❝  oh,  let  me  guess.  you're  here  to  crumble  me?  i  wonder  who  put  you  up  to  thaaat.  ❞

@prestideception &&.  liked  for  a  STARTER.

@prestideception / plotted!

he'd been fretting, sitting inside and watching the commotion through any window. pure vanilla tries not to let anxiety and fear overrule his thoughts, but in this instance, there'd been literally NOTHING he could do.

until now.

when maestro comes bursting in, nearly tearing the door off its hinges in his rush, pure vanilla is rushing for the pair, panic and frantic murmurs pouring from his lips in one breath. it's almost like he isn't breathing at all at this point. he only has one free hand, but he's gripping maestro by the arm, yanking him closer and whispering his reassurances in his ear before taking sylphrena in his arms, barely keeping a hold of his staff. pure vanilla has to change his grip to carry her in his arms, but as long as he can still see the path before him, it matters not.

urging maestro to follow him, pure vanilla carries her to his makeshift hospital wing, setting her down on a bed. then, casts a shield around the entire room to protect all three of them.

"you'll be okay," pure vanilla tries to reassure her. he's not sure if she can even hear him at this point, but he feels as though both shadow milks need to hear this from him. plus, it gives him something to focus on than the sheer terror he'd felt moments before.

sitting in a chair next to her, he rests his staff against the wall, letting his vision go completely blank. he doesn't need eyes to see this part; he can feel her energy all the same. holding his hands above her body, he begins the slow process of healing her injuries, trying his best to mend her, going as slow as possible so as to not aggravate her injuries.

"i hope this is helping," he continues, still waiting for any sign of revival from her. with his shield up now, there's no real rush. all three of them are protected.

Mystic Flour’s eyes narrowed, her mouth pressed thin, as she stared at the witch’s back with hatred in her eyes, a feat which would be impressive with how little things matter to the prophet if it was for the fact she was being treated like a cake hound, as she was being dragged along against her will. The black magic conjured by the witch wrapped around the beast like a pet on a leash on the beast and bound her hands together.

Magic that would have been easily dispelled had the beast had her full power.

Regardless, the prophet had a sinking feeling about where the witch was taking her considering the conversation she held with her…. One that managed to make the beast falter for a moment and her resolution crack a bit when she believed that Dark Enchantress Cookie only had her and the little haetae until the witch formed a cruel smile on her face and responded back and questioned the Beast of Apathy if that was truly the case.

Soon they both arrived at the door which Dark Enchantress merely pushed by, making Mystic Flour fumbled shortly afterwards, when the witch yanked the magic and pulled the prophet inside the dark room; hitting the ground in front of the witch rather harshly.

A moment of cruel laughter could be heard.

“..... Oh don’t tell me that walk tired you out.” Dark Enchantress Cookie responded in a cruel tone which only earned a glare before the prophet slowly picked herself off the ground.

“....It does not matter if it did or not… It means very little to me… What matters to me is what purpose have you brought me here?” Mystic Flour responded back and questioned. A question which the witch didn’t answer with words but instead gestured for her to look in the direction of which she was pointed.

The direction which Mystic Flour slowly turned as the red flames on the torches flickered to life….

We sit there, sealed away, broken chains swirling around. But they aren't all destroyed, not yet. Our power cannot escape this prison yet. A familiar presence is felt.

Because we hear it screaming. It screams from the very depths of its soul, just like ours screams. Thousands of unwilling souls, tortured, trapped, in a vessel that demands their control. And yet, they are also different.

"You.... and I are the same, aren't we?" We ask. "You can see this prison we are in. It's as damnable as that tree. Won't you help us escape it?"

First Milk Cookie was finishing bandaging a cookie’s arm, ignoring the battle that was happening outside when she heard her name being called out which prompted the healer to step outside of the tent that had been set up for any healers to treat any cookies that got seriously injured on the battlefield as she looked at the cookie who called her whom happen to be First Choco Cookie.

“You are needed on the field, First Milk Cookie… There are some cookies out there that need to be treated but they can’t get back here and it would be easier for you to go to them.” The Knight explained with an expression that was tight as the grip on her sword, that she was holding, was tight.

“Okay, I'm heading there now…. Please protect the cookies here, First Choco Cookie.” She responded with a small nod, a small frown on her face, as she quickly used her magic to pull her staff into her hand and rush in the direction of First Choco Cookie, whom yelled ‘be careful’ at her, whilst casting a shield spell around her to ensure her safety.

It took some time however she arrived in the location and headed to the first injured cookie she spotted and started to chant to heal the cookie, the dough stitching back together, as the cookie could only groan and moan.

Then when she was done, she moved onto the next one and repeated the progress, over and over again, knowing what she was doing would bring attention to her and it would only be a matter of time before she would get targeted by the enemy that bought this despair and misery.

She stopped in her tracks when a large wolf-like creature blocked in her path as she took a step back, her mouth open slightly as she was caught off guard by the sudden appearance, before her eyes widened when she truly got a look at the wolf; spotting the familiar soul jam which looked wrong.

Prompt.

📝 • A mutual whose headcanons you always look out for.

HAMMY'S POSTING. I still think @pomniegranate is secretly a writer for TADC. I still remember when episode 6 released and Pom mentioned pomegranates, everyone was instantly reminded of her and for good reason! Luci just understands Pomni that well, her headcanon and meta posts are INSANELY good. My favorite headcanons of hers are all the ones related to fish and fishing, I find them very endearing! And there she was in episode 7, interacting with fish. I don't think it's a coincidence, hehe. Also all her headcanons about Pomni having an Asian upbringing and bing an overworked office worker before the events of the show. Idk if they'll end up being canon in the end but, if they ain't, I think I'll be very disappointed lol, I've grown to really like Luci's Pomni.

🏆 • A blog that deserves more recognition.

CHOMP.

down, girl, that guy's got cooties--