#pureflour

2 posts in one day??

anywah

got this from a fellow named @almellow-crk

i'm doing this with my BOY

PURE VANILLA COOKIE ‼️‼️‼️‼️

(note that i love pureshadow but i do ship other things lol)

PureSalt

PureFlour

FlourSpice

ShadowFaerie

BurningSalt

PureFaerie

BurningFaerie

FlourFaerie

ShadowSalt

and that's it for now! I didn't really ship any of these before i started writing my therapy au but now erm... anyways

honarary mentions: aka things i already shipped but they're more possible in therapy au:

MysticSugar

EternalBerry

BurningMilk

ShadowVanilla

MysticCacao

ElderSalt

(One of these days, I WILL write an official ancientxbeast polycule with Mystic and Nilly being the wives of their respective groups)

And because this is apparently my summer of smut, get ready. Nothing explicit, just suggestive, so no cut

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"It's so nice to have some time to just relax." Pure Vanilla poured some tea for Mystic Flour, who kept her calm composure while Pure Vanilla took his seat. "No Shadow Milk or Dark Cacao, or," He chuckled, "Any of the others, really."

Mystic Flour took a sip of her tea and smiled, "I agree."

They were in her pagoda, elsewhere Cloud Haetae and Custard III were playing, and it was a beautiful sunny day. Not too hot that they were sweating, not so cold they needed extra layers.

"I love them dearly," Mystic Flour continued, "But they can be..."

"Brutes?" Pure Vanilla offered.

Mystic Flour let out a single, breathy laugh, "Yes. Brutes." She agreed. "Especially my lovers." She looked down at her tea, "At one point, Burning Spice convinced us all to get matching piercings."

"Really?" Pure Vanilla looked at her in shock from his own sip of tea. He tried to think back to the few times he'd slept with Burning Spice or Silent Salt (Eternal Sugar was still hesitant to do anything more than oral with him, and he wanted to take things slow for all of his new lovers. Crumbs, he hadn't even slept with Mystic Flour yet). He tried to think back on if either of them matched Shadow Milk's piercings.

Salt and Spice both had eyebrow piercings. And so did Shadow Milk. But Shadow Milk also had lip piercings and while Burning Spice did, Silent Salt had not. Although, Shadow Milk and Silent Salt both had nose piercings, Burning Spice has a nose ring. And —

"Nipples." Mystic Flour cut Pure Vanilla's train of thought off.

"What?" Pure Vanilla asked.

"We all got our nipples pierced." Mystic Flour sat her cup down and picked a sandwich up off a plate of tony sandwiches.

Pure Vanilla blushed and nodded, "Oh, yes, of course." Now he remembered.

"What about you and your lovers?" Mystic Flour asked.

They were all technically lovers now (aside from Silent Salt and Eternal Sugar, who still carried their witches connection as their own, but they said that didn't mean they were opposed to pleasing the same partner, they just wouldn't be touching each other), but he knew what she meant.

"Oh, we," he turned and lifted his hair off his neck, "Got matching tattoos." It was the emblem of peace and harmony, with each respective piece being each Ancient's respective color with their soul jam inside.

Mystic Flour hummed thoughtfully, "How did your tattoo manage to hold up this long?"

"I take very good care of it." Pure Vanilla smiled, "It's the only one I have, unlike the others, so all of my focus and energy goes into it."

"Fascinating." Mystic Flour set her food down and relaxed back in her chair as the wind shifted through the trees around them.

"That and being a healer has its perks." Pure Vanilla chuckled.

"I am curious about your healing magic." Mystic Flour mused, "If it is a branch of healing magic, or something uniquely yours."

"Oh, well, I don't know about uniquely mine." Pure Vanilla blushed.

Everyone always said it was, but here he was, talking to the origin of healing magic. All branches of healing magic on Earthbread came from her original divinity.

"Let's test it." Mystic Flour suggested.

"Test it, what do you mean — MYSTIC FLOUR?!"

Mystic Flour had picked up a knife and dragged it through her palm. Jam quickly gathered, thick and almost a soft, creamy color.

Pure Vanilla jumped up and ran around the table to cup her hand, "Why would you do that??" He quickly healed her, jam receding back into the cut.

Mystic Flour hummed and flexed her hand, "Interesting."

"Are you satisfied?" He asked, heart pounding in his chest. If Salt, Spice, or Dark Cacao found out he let Mystic Flour hurt herself, every hole of his would be stuffed until he was brainless.

Mystic Flour simply hummed and smiled.

Content she wasn't going to try another stunt like that, he moved to sit back down —

Mystic Flour sliced the knife across her arm.

"What?!" Pure Vanilla shrieked and quickly healed her arm. "What are you trying to prove??" He asked, yanking the knife away.

"I am seeing if the jam receding is part of your magic, or simply a part of healing I had never bothered to use." Mystic Flour answered with a coy smile.

Pure Vanilla sighed, "You could have just asked. It's a part of my magic. It takes more mana, but it ensures the person isn't hurt by the loss of jam."

"Fascinating." Mystic Flour seemed content at that.

Their picnic grew larger as Cloud Haetae and Custard III joined them and piercings and tattoos and magic and jam were the furthest things on their mind.

As it got later and the sky grew darker, Mystic Flour invited Pure Vanilla and Custard III to spend the night. Cloud Haetae wasn't totally happy about having to share their room, but cheered up when Custard III told them all about s'mores and pillow forts.

Pure Vanilla made his way to his room for the evening and was just about to lay down when he smelled something burning.

Worried about the kids, he followed the smell until he came to Mystic Flour's room.

"Mystic Flour..? Are you..?" He gasped as he saw her pouring hot wax down her back, "What are you doing??" He quickly stepped in and closed the door behind him, "Are you alright?? Are you hurt?? What happened?!"

"Relax." Mystic Flour kept her cool, calm, serene expression, "Sometimes, Spice would pour melted wax on us. It's always relaxing, but," she huffed, "Difficult to do alone."

Pure Vanilla stared at the trails of red wax dripping down her spine and he blushed as he realized she was completely naked, save for the blanket over her lap.

"W-Would you...like some help?" He asked softly.

"If you wouldn't mind." Mystic Flour nodded once.

Pure Vanilla had never dabbled in wax play before, but it didn't take long for him to see the appeal. He had her lay on her back and asked if there were any spots she didn't want him to pour wax onto.

There was only one.

He stayed transfixed on her piercings, glinting in the candlelight, as he gently poured wax over her thin frame.