This is my Tumblr, pretty much. My YouTube channel is under the same name, and this is my place to rant about my story concepts, lore, and occasional art pieces when I feel like it! This place is a safespace for OC x Canon, rare pairs, neurodivergent people, queer people, and "weirdos" P.S: All of my current WIP's are likely never getting completed, as I am lazy as fuck.
I want to write Fandom stuff because I'm bored. I'll take requests!! SFW and NSFW, but NSFW will depend on the character/fandom in question. Literally just.. no kids.
FANDOMS I'M IN:
- Danganronpa
- Dandy's World
- Corpse Party
- Cookie Run: Kingdom
- Hazbin Hotel
- TADC
WILL DO:
- Yandere
- Gore
- Violence
- Smut
- Fluff/Angst
- Character alphabet
- AUs
- Poly relationships(up to 4)
WILL NOT DO:
- Rape/Non-Con (Comfort is an exception)
- Incest
- Pedophilia/Necrophilia
- Kinks/Fetishes I am uncomfortable with (piss, scat, inflation, etc.)
Where do I go to watch Smile PreCure? I showed my little sister the intro for it, and now she's obsessed with it and keeps asking me for "Smile!" Her 10th birthday is coming up in about 2 and a half weeks, and I want to find a way for her to be able to watch it!!
Nobody asked for this, but I wanted to talk a little about one of my biggest writing regrets, specifically the first case in the KAT AU.
For anyone new here, the K.A.T. AU is a THH × OC Gacharonpa project on my YouTube channel. It's currently on hiatus and has been since the beginning of Chapter 2, about 2½ years ago. The first victim and killer were Byakuya and Aoi.
When I wrote that case, I was only 13 years old. It was the first real story I'd ever uploaded online, and I was following the style that was popular among Gacha creators at the time: short music videos that focused on the major plot points rather than fully fleshed-out storytelling. I even decided the original death order by spinning a wheel, and the first case is the only part of that original order that remained.
Looking back, there are a lot of things I'd do differently. As I worked on the project, I realized that format wasn't the kind of story I wanted to tell. I stepped back so I could rethink my ideas and write events that felt intentional rather than included just because they happened to be on the wheel.
I'm almost 18 now, and I've grown a lot as both a person and a writer during the years this project has existed. While I'm okay with the overall concept of the first case, I probably would've rewritten it, or even chosen different characters for it, if I were starting from scratch today.
When I switched from short skits to full episode scripts in that time away from posting, I considered deleting everything and remaking the project from the beginning. In the end, I decided not to. The first chapter reflects where I started, and I think leaving them up shows how much I've improved over the years, despite it being, admittedly, kind of bad and detached.
That said, I do wish I'd had the chance to develop both Aoi and Byakuya more before their deaths. One of my biggest goals with the later chapters is to give every character the time and attention they deserve before their story comes to an end.
If you want to see for yourself, here's the link. I am still an open ask blog, if you have questions.
Danganronpa: KAT is both a THH rewrite and an OC x Canon story that I've had in mind since early 2022. THH is my favorite game, but I felt l
Warnings: Yandere behavior, graphic intrusive thoughts, canon divergence, possible gore?, semi-vague threats?, Episode 6 TADC. Let me know if there's more! This was NOT beta read.
Pomni’s face contorted with rage, throwing the gun at Jax’s face. She let out a shaky breath before she yelled, “You’re not the funny one!” raising her arm to point at him accusingly.
How utterly cruel, just as Jax had intended. He had a flicker of understanding for how he felt towards Pomni, and he despised it. He wanted to drown those feelings in the depths of his heart so that he didn’t have to suffer further. Drown her, even. This woman, whom he’d known for such a small amount of time, had stolen his heart and his mind.
How couldn’t she? Pomni was just so entertaining! She looked so adorably pathetic, but knew how to charm the rest of the circus. It seemed like all she needed to do was sit down and talk about their “issues” for twenty minutes, and people magically trusted her like a sailor to a siren’s call! Now, she was getting into his soul as well, giving him that gentle reminder that these feelings were complicated and real.
Which was exactly why he was doing this. He had already lost Ribbit a while ago, and then Pomni just had to arrive the near second Kaufmo had abstracted! He couldn’t handle that loss anymore, so Pomni needed to get out of his face so he could go back to his denial. Maybe all of this longing would vanish if she abstracted as well! Stretch her raggedy cartoon body out to its limits and snap her bones… If he did that, there’s no way she’d want to be near him. Isn’t that what he wanted?
Jax looked at Pomni, who was practically trembling with rage, with confusion. Genuine confusion. Of course he was! All they were in this circus were archetypes, and he was simply fulfilling his role. Why couldn’t she understand and just see things his way like she had not that long ago! Here he thought they’d truly understood each other, but it seemed like he was wrong.
“Uh… I don’t think that counts.”
With that, Pomni attacked. She pounced on top of him, practically shoving him down onto the hard tiled floor. Before he could think, her hands were wrapped tightly around his neck, using her body weight to pin him down by the hips. Her eyes were small and her teeth were sharp as she stared down at him with rage and contempt. He let out a mangled scream before kicking her off of him, sending her a couple feet away from him.
Why? Why did he have to treat her this way? He was infatuated with her, and she genuinely wanted to be friends with him. The first step to having the object of his obsessively intrusive thoughts in his grasp, only for his eyes and ears, was handed to him on a silver platter. And what does he do? Kick, scream and push her away just so he won’t have to deal with her inevitable abstraction.
One part of himself, the side that genuinely did bond with her, wanted to love her and have her return the sappy, fluffy feelings. Be a happy couple. It wanted to hold her against him when she felt down. To hear her vent her frustrations to him and be allowed to be vulnerable with her, in turn. It wanted to be who she found safe, taking refuge beside him along adventures and staying in this circus with her for all of time.
However, the other side of him, the one driven by the pain of rejection and loss, wanted something else. It wanted to see her tied up before him, unable to move or even scream while he tore her apart. It wanted her to suffer for the crime of getting him to love someone again. For the audacity to waltz into the Digital Circus, rip his heart out of his digital heart with her pathetic gloves, and destroy him from the inside out. It wanted to tear her heart out of her and consume it for his own sadistic pleasure. If he did that, then she could never leave him, but he would get the satisfaction of breaking her down, just like she broke him down.
Pomni was aware of that, at least in part. She knew that they had gotten along great, and she had found him fun up until this point, but she was unsure of how deep his infatuation truly went. She genuinely enjoyed teaming up with him for this adventure, so the turn deeply hurt. She was well aware of his cruelty, but he seemed to have liked hanging out with her, so why shove her away so aggressively? She couldn’t comprehend it, and it infuriated her. She liked him, but he needed to learn to chill, so she started throwing things at him. A rubix cube… a flower pot… anything within arm’s reach.
The flower pot crashed into his face, knocking his head back. Jax tried to run from her, but she was quicker. She wrapped her arms around his waist, swiftly grabbing one of his legs and sinking her shark-like teeth into it. Keep her there. She wants to be friends? Then grab her puny arms and return the favor. Jax shook the thought away, pushing Pomni away from him while she yelled at him to attack her.
“Are you crazy?!” He asked for multiple reasons.
He knew that if he genuinely fought back, he would stretch her thin. Wrangle her body until he could tie her limbs to each other and turn her into a bow. Probably tear out her digital flesh with his teeth if he could. He couldn’t do that to her. Not yet. He didn’t want to scare her off for forever, after all! He just wanted her to back off long enough for his stupid obsession to burn in the dust so that he could return to normal. She just didn’t know when to quit, did she?!
“I said fight back!”
She pounced onto him a second time, piggybacking on him this time. In her heap of rage, her fists had balled up and swung, repeatedly striking Jax in the face before beating the back of his head with them. He was able to wrangle her this time, reaching behind himself to grab her and throw her down onto the ground.
“Stop!” He let out a couple of heavy breaths while Pomni sat up from where her face had hit. She studied him closely, observing how he shook while yelling at her. She didn’t know why, given his seemingly obvious disinterest in her, but something in her brain —likely the rage and adrenaline— had compelled her to ask him something.
“Why didn’t you fight back?”
The moment the question hit his ears, his face scrunched up in annoyance. He despised being vulnerable, and she was dragging the desire to want to open up out of him. He’d been charmed by the siren’s call, but he refused to jump off the boat.
“Because I didn’t fight back, that means I secretly care about you?! I do not care about you, or anyone else in this circus in the slightest! End. Of. Story.”
Those words were much worse than what he was used to dishing out, but it was intentional. Maybe she’d finally leave him alone so that he wouldn’t have to think about her anymore. He wanted to get this parasite of a woman out of his brain before she turned into a slimy, wriggling worm within his skull whose sole purpose in life was to gnaw away at him until nothing else remained. She drove him absolutely (boink)ing mad, and he both loved and hated her for it.
“Except that you do! You might not like it, and I don’t either, but you do care!”
“I get joy out of watching you suffer!”
Pomni eyed him closely. She’d stricken many of his nerves today, but she was etching to hit more. She was livid with him, and just wanted him to tell her where the sudden rage and denial was stemming from.
“That’s not the problem and you know it!” She screamed back at him as she latched herself onto his waist once again.
“Oh, sure! The problem is that you are insane. Why can’t you get it through your head that I want absolutely nothing to do with you?!” He lied through his teeth, his voice cracking from rage.
Just leave already, Pomni! Leave before I get too tempted to tear you apart with my teeth! You just never know when to leave, huh?
“I will personally get you a therapist when we get out of—”
That released the floodgates. All of the pent up love, hatred, obsession, desire and sadism snapped all at once. Jax roughly grabbed Pomni by her wrist, twirling her smaller form until he held her in a dip with one hand. His free one swiftly covered her mouth, not allowing her to finish her sentence or talk back to him.
“Oh, no! Don’t even start with that! I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you,”
Jax’s breath was heavy as he spoke, his eyes flicking towards every aspect of her face with a mixture of rage and admiration. His pace was quick, allowing himself to spill every single piece of his obsession to her.
“We’re stuck here, remember that?! I could rip you apart limb from limb..! Gouge those stupidly gorgeous eyes out and keep them in my room, if I wanted to! Tie your hands with your arms to my bed and just never let you go!”
Pomni’s eyes widened with shock, struggling within his grasp. However, she couldn’t slip out due to the heavy angle of the dip he kept her in. The anger was still there, but it was getting dimmed out like a melting candle, terror starting to form in its place. Jax’s hand tightened around her face to further muffle her yelling. God, how grateful he was that everyone else was who knows where and Caine simply didn’t care anymore.
“We are stuck here together. Forever, Pomni! And if I have to tell you that every single day until you finally get the clue, then that’s exactly what I’ll do! I can remind you every waking moment that you’re trapped here with me.. And, as much as I absolutely despise you… You are mine. You have been since the moment you put that headset on, and you will be mine until you abstract..!”
His tone shifted from anger into something deathly calm. “But I’m not going to let you abstract, Pom-Pom. They might’ve managed to leave me, but you aren’t so lucky.”
Jax’s hold on her body grew painful, her yells growing louder as she tried to separate herself from him.”You wanted this, remember Pom? To be my friend? Well, here I am on a golden (boink)ing platter and a little more for my taste. You’ll never leave my grasp again. I’ll make sure of it.”
Uh... so... I have an idea... participation isnt forced but ima tag moots I think might be interested in it..
This... is truama salad! Ahem, I'm Aster and I brought the bowl :3 (y'all bring the candy gng)
Okay lets seeeee.... I dont want to start this off too serious so, back when I was in second grade was the firet time I vividly recalled my brother attempting cause physical harm to our parents, this was also the first time I persoanlly anyways, remember the cops being called on him. Not my first truamatic event but it was the first I actually remembered.
@slain-angel-broken-wings @el1as1sd3ad @yumemirui @damsel-understresss @coffee--spill Open tags
When I was 6 my mum locked me in the balcony (40°C) for like an hour after she threatened to make me eat my vomit when I got sick after eating porridge. This was the first of many times she'd do both things :3
AND I GOT SOUR STRIPS :D
Imma js tag ppl I interact w a lot but /nf, ofc take care of yourselves first
@acicadahumsitstune @the-grim-reaper-offical @loversbruises @imightbeafaerie-official-offical @ashyd-shy @y0ur-valent1ne + open tags!!
so darling im going to strangle your mother, just so you have a heads up. who the fuck does that to their children.
hmmm how bad do we wanna go. I uh geniunely don’t remember most of the things that have happened to me bc of blocking them.
oh! my little sister tried to jump off a roof while in an argument with my dad because she wanted to prove her point and off herself. So I was the one to coax her off the shed roof and then sit with her in the cold while calling my mom because my dad even after my sister was going to try and attempt was still fuming mad and still was trying to hurt her.
and I brought the snowcaps!
tags/nf: @ozzy-from-the-cafeteria @rykerthebread open tags I suck at tagging sorry!
When I was 12 I was friends with a guy that kept groping me and telling me when he was jerking off and would keep telling me how much he loved me. And even told me if he got drunk and Raped me it wouldn't be his fault because I was so beautiful. So when I cut him off after I moved he rounded up his best friend and my supposed best friend to spam me to the point I changed my number.
Anyway! The earliest memory i have is my brother strangling ne after I may have rage baited him a tad bit much- i may or may not have a constant fear of things on or near my neck now
rage bait truly is the root of all evil (shut up I didn’t ragebait anyone today shhhhh)
already what do we got- oh perfect! When I was 13, I was left alone in a truck in the middle of the New Mexican wilderness with my grandfather with Alzheimer’s. Despite my best efforts, he somehow got on the topic of gay people. He grabbed me by my shoulders, slammed me against the car door, then held a loaded shotgun to my head and told me if I ever came out as gay, he would kill me on the spot. I was closeted at the time. When I went to tell my parents and grandmother about it, they told me it wasn’t his fault because he had Alzheimer’s. They told me he wouldn’t have shot me, but they weren’t there to see the look of death in his eyes. He wanted me fucking dead. Nothing was done. He doesn’t remember what he did to me. I now have a horrible irrational fear of older men, and an intense irrational fear of developing an illness that comprises the memory, ability to think rationally, or both. This event also led to multiple other traumatic events, along with my year long delusion that I was immortal and forced to be tortured for eternity.
and I brought the bag of Mr. Goodbars! :D
tags: @sorribu @turtleduckie-is-the-goat @m3try @duskiwolf + open tags~
Um... There's actually a lot, but I'll try to go a little light on the details. When I was ten, my little brother was born! But then three months later he suffocated in his bouncer because my dad forgot to buckle him in so he could get high in the garage. He rolled on his face and couldn't get back over, so he suffocated. I got the "privilege" of seeing police doing CPR on him and sobbing with my little sister, Veronica, who was 8. Our other sister, Jade, was 2 and a half, and she said her first sentence in the car that night. She said "Mommy, baby gone?"
I think yandere!Jax would be a lot like the song Saccharine by Jazmin Bean.
Completely obsessed with his sweetheart to the point where hearing you mentioned in conversation or even imagining your scent brings a rush of happy hormones. This is the best he's felt in so so long, he's emotionally dependant on the dopamine hit he gets from this depraved obsession little crush. Addicted even. Honestly it might be the only thing he looks forward to in this hell hole. He fantasizes about you having to share his room for some reason. Or even better, Caine letting him have you and keeping you locked up in there permanently. Waiting for him to return from adventures with open arms(and legs) and spending all day contentedly lazing around in his bed. He wants to resource guard you like a starving dog. He wants to hoard you in his space and never let you see anyone but him ever again.
But at the same time, he's so avoidant and afraid of his feelings, no matter how amazing they feel. He wants to shower you in kisses and hold you so tightly your body bears the bruises of his love forever and ever, but he also wants to hurt you so badly. That way it'll hurt less when he loses you. At least he gets a little rush from seeing your reactions to it. His creepy little heart hates to hurt you but oh, the way it giddily skips a beat at the sight of your tears.
It's a never ending cycle. Loving, bullying, loving, bullying, loving, outright cruelty. Jax wants you to hate him but he loathes when he succeeds. If you try to distance yourself from him after he's been mean to you, he gets so upset and angry and will follow you around interrogating you for answers, entering your room when no one's looking just to get a lick of your attention. His mind is racing like bullets piercing the wind, frantically comparing himself to any circus member you're closer to than him. Wondering what they have that's so much better than him.
God help you if you dare to go the Silent Treatment route. That will not end well for you or any friends you've made in the circus.
His heart has teeth and he'll use them to both rip you apart and devour you alive.
His competition?(your closest friend in the circus) They become his main target. This isn't schoolyard bullying anymore, when it comes to them it is bloodthirst. He masks his anger but his rage and hostility peeks through the playful mockery. The way his pupils go so wide it leaves only the tiniest crescent sliver of his yellowed scleras, the way his sinister grin widens but it's tight and thin. The way his lower eyelid twitches erratically. It's off, it's wrong. Everyone can tell there's something wrong with him. He goes after them especially harshly during PvP adventures. If they succumb and abstract, he doesn't feel much guilt like he did with his friends. Honestly all he would feel is relief now that they're not in his way.
He always insists you team with him on adventures but he spends the whole time shoving you around just because he likes when you whimper and look up at him all huffy. His tail wags hard, enjoying the sensation of feeling tough and strong and dominating you physically.
But when you catch him when he's feeling sweet his voice is all soft and his gaze is reverent. He rubs the space between your shoulder blades affectionately and presses his body up against you from behind so firmly you'd think he was trying to fuse his body with yours. He'll open doors for you and pull out your seat for you, he could be such a gentleman when he was feeling sappy and emotional.
He's addicted and he needs his fix of you but when you're nice to him he can't handle it. He'll back away from you like he's the one who's scared, hands shaking, pupils shrinking and voice wobbly. You're making it worse. The more obsessed he is the crueler he gets, trying desperately to both put a wall between you and savagely claw his way through said wall to get his hands on you. Really, you shouldn't be surprised that he starts breathing heavy when you make eye contact with him. You shouldn't be surprised when he hunts you down and corners you whenever you get separated from the group during adventures.
Yandere! Lychee Dragon Cookie x Rambutan Cookie - Grievances and Hypnosis
Yandere Year 2026 - January
Word count: 2.2K
Warnings: Obsessive behavior, possibly OOC, non-consensual brainwashing, general yandere things, major character injury, derogatory language(not directed at Rambutan), dehumanizing language(directed at Rambutan)
Rambutan Cookie lie still on the ground, her hair a mess of rose-pink and green beneath her, spread across the soft white like a crumpled heap of a blanket, and her skin adorned with the lashes of battle. She was conscious, but delirious from exhaustion of fight and struggled just to keep her eyes open, her vision having started to become spotty. She felt it in her soul that this might be the last few moments of her life, her eyes falling to the Great Lychee Dragon, who stood quite far from her. She couldn’t hear that much due to the ringing in her ears, but she did notice the sudden flash of magenta and purple quickly dashing towards her.
So this was it, huh? Rambutan Cookie, chieftain of the Rambutan tribe, falling to a dragon who had lied to her all this time? Pretended to be the sweet, innocent Mangosteen Cookie, and made her think that they could be trusted? This was how she would meet her untimely demise..?
Or… Maybe Rambutan Cookie was wrong? Lychee Dragon Cookie had, indeed, sprinted as far as those pathetic cookie legs would carry them in her direction, but they didn’t pounce on the opportunity to crush her into a heap of dust. Rather, she could faintly make out the Violet Dragon’s gut-wrenching scream get louder the closer they got to her.
“R-R-Rambutan Cookie!!”
The Great Lychee Dragon stopped running when they reached Rambutan Cookie’s side, staring down at the wounded woman before her. However, instead of the expression of indifference, disgust, or even pleasure that she would have expected from a dragon, she saw something different staring at her. She saw the face of Lychee Dragon Cookie contorted in a way that was undeniably… terror?
Lychee Dragon Cookie felt their eyes turn prickly, swiftly moving their hands to prevent themself from shedding their tears. Rambutan Cookie felt herself slip between states of consciousness, turning the Violet Dragon’s words from coherent ramblings to something unable to be remembered, leaving only the pitch and inconsolable tone of their voice within her memories.
However, she was able to hear one thing from the tiny dragon cookie, who had crumpled down to their knees, their tail curled around their waist and holding the swishing end in their hands.
“Maybe my heart wouldn’t feel like this right now…”
Lychee Dragon Cookie quickly got back up to their feet, their small wings flickering behind them in a barely concealed panic. They weren’t even trying to hide their distress over the Cookie they’d deemed as worthless as the rest of the bunch.
“Is it because I’m stuck as a Cookie right now…? Is that why it feels like I’m breaking apart from the inside…?”
Lychee Dragon Cookie slowly let themself fall once again, their back hitting the sandy-feeling ground below them, lying beside the still Rambutan Cookie. They put their hands on their cheeks, covering their baby pink eyes, trying not to look to their left.
“If I was a dragon right now, watching some dumb Cookie disappear wouldn’t have meant a thing… It shouldn’t have… meant… anything…”
The Violet Dragon felt their lips pause, starting to put some more thought behind this pathetic spur of uncomfortable sensations that lie deep within the core of their heart. Cookiekind was worthless, pathetic, weak, and whiny little creatures that deserved annihilation! That’s what they had always believed, and was why they had joined forces with the Ivory Dragon in the first place.
“So… Why does it hurt so bad..?”
Why did it hurt..? Why did their heart feel like someone had broken through their ribs to get to it, snatched it out of their chest, and held the beating red organ in their hands with the intent to squeeze it until it shattered like glass? What made Rambutan Cookie any different from the others? She was nothing special!
Except…
Maybe she was special to them. Rambutan Cookie had welcomed them while they were disguised as Mangosteen Cookie, cherished them, even! It was different from the rest of the puny wastes of dough. It was… Real.
They had hypnotized Rambutan Cookie’s entire tribe into slave labor within their cave. They could make any cookie fall hopelessly in love with them by merely glancing into the pathetic creatures’ eyes! Yet, it hadn’t worked on Rambutan Cookie. She was resilient, and it was something the Great Lychee Dragon had grown to…
Love.
Yes. That was it. The thing that was ripping them apart slowly. This agonizing sensation that they couldn’t shove down or tear to shreds. It was love…! Had their spell backfired..?
Lychee Dragon Cookie slowly sat up, taking a good, hard look at the seemingly pathetic Cookie that they couldn’t bring themself to resent. Rather, their expression had changed completely. They had a small smile on their face as they stared at Rambutan Cookie. How well her hair complimented her tattered skin, how the memories they shared together while they were disguised had brought a small sense of heat to their cheeks, and how painful it was for them to see Rambutan Cookie in such a daze in her final moments. Their eyes still held fear and uncertainty, but they felt a small weight lift from their shoulders.
“So… This is what being in love feels like…? Like being stabbed through the throat with an icicle that will never melt away..? I hate this..! But… I don’t want to lose it, either..! Lose you, even..! You’ve always been and always will be just a pitiful cookie, and yet…”
The Violet Dragon hadn’t even realized how their hand had cusped around Rambutan Cookie’s, their free one holding their own heart.
“Why must you complicate things, Rambutan Cookie…?! Why…?! NO! No no no..!”
Lychee Dragon Cookie had promptly decided that Rambutan Cookie wasn’t going to just slip away into a crumbled heap like the rest of them! That just wouldn’t do for them. They weren’t content with simply sitting on the ground, wailing and passively begging for things they never realized they needed until they were on the cusp of losing it forever.
They were still too tired to turn into their full Dragon form, leaving them trapped with the form of a measly Cookie, but they were learning more and more from Rambutan Cookie, such as with their dough’s life powder. Every single cookie’s life source was that powder that the Witches had baked into them. Lychee Dragon Cookie’s eyes sparkled with newfound delight as their idea formed, a grin growing on their face.
Though it was painful, it was worth it. They swiftly sunk their teeth into their own arm, drawing blood from it. They pulled their head back, grunting and whimpering in agony, yet refusing to let go until the piece of flesh had been successfully torn off of themself. The cracks in Rambutan Cookie’s dough were deep, but Lychee Dragon Cookie had no longer considered that an issue.
They took the torn flesh out of their mouth, ripping it into shreds and inserting the pieces into Rambutan Cookie’s wounds. They took a finger to the woman’s cheek, smearing some of her skin with their own, watching the pink dough slowly fade of its color and morphing into the same rich shade of light brown as Rambutan’s.
It… worked.
The Great Lychee Dragon’s reckless idea had panned out in their favor, and they were beyond overjoyed. They couldn’t even find it in their soul to care about the gaping wound in their own arm where the missing chunk’s origin was! That would regenerate rather quickly, given only a couple of days. Rambutan Cookie was going to heal up, all because of them!
Though, a thought lingered in the back of their mind. One they were starting to grow to despise more than anything else in all of Earthbread: the idea of Rambutan Cookie returning to her tribe to be chieftain once again. Her living in peace with the rest of her tribe.
Rambutan Cookie may not be puny and worthless like Lychee Dragon Cookie had initially believed her to be, but the rest certainly were! They didn’t deserve to keep her when none of them had caught on to their plan, or the fact that they had infiltrated the tribe to begin with!
Why should they get to be who Rambutan Cookie spends the rest of her days with, when they had failed to protect her?! The mere thought of it had made their blood simmer and draconic energy flow beneath their skin.
“I could keep her safer than those dumb Cookies EVER could! If she were on my wings, Rambutan Cookie would never need to want anything ever again!”
They boasted, quite proudly at that. They were quite fond of the imagery; Rambutan Cookie as their loyal companion, standing at their side as… almost a pet. A pet that they could spoil rotten and keep protected from those pathetic husks that failed to keep their leader safe. A pet they could shower in the finest luxuries, ranging from grand feasts a measly cookie could only dream of having, to the finest jewels that would enhance the way Rambutan Cookie’s eyes sparkled, to turning the finest silks and satins into the most comforting robes.
To the luxury that only the Great Lychee Dragon could provide.
Precisely! No Cookie could ever compare to what Lychee Dragon Cookie could give, so why should they ever give others the opportunity to try? Dragons were always stereotyped to be territorial hoarders, after all, and they were certainly living up to that. They could make Cookies fall for them faster than one could blink, so why not convince Rambutan Cookie themself?
It was for the best.
All she needed was a little push in the right direction to see how relaxing and fantastic the rest of her days could be if she spent them beside the Violet Dragon.
Rambutan Cookie let out a soft groan, slowly sitting . She was surprised to find herself still alive, so she looked down to inspect her hands; they looked nearly perfect. She still felt the aftermath of the damage her dough took, but it looked absolutely pristine. How was this possible..? She should’ve been dead..!
Lychee Dragon Cookie grew ecstatic, wrapping their arms around Rambutan Cookie’s neck in an embrace of mock affection. They took one of their hands, curling their fingers until only one stood, and shifted her head towards their own.
“Hello again! How are you feeling, Hon?”
Rambutan Cookie was shocked to see them, but her head throbbed in a mind-splitting migraine, so she leaned into the Violet Dragon’s touch. They were the one responsible for her tribe’s suffering, but in this moment, she felt comforted. Though, she did pick up on the scent of fruit. It was faint, at first, but slowly grew with each passing minute.
“My head’s killing me… How am I still alive…?” She quietly asked.
Lychee Dragon Cookie didn’t give her an answer, instead looking deeply into her gorgeous pink eyes. Rambutan couldn’t help but feel pacified! The longer the Violet Dragon looked at her, the more the pain seemed to fade. It was tempting to never break eye contact in hopes of the pain going away forever!
However, while she was groggy and dazed due to the numbing headache, she wasn’t stupid. She quickly picked up on the fact that Lychee Dragon Cookie was hypnotizing her, and she swung her head away from the dragon. They weren’t pleased, but they did love her resistance. Even when paradise and bliss were right in front of her, she still wanted to fight. It was almost pitifully adorable to watch. They cusped Rambutan Cookie’s chin with their fingers, dragging her gaze back to their eyes and the promise of love they seemed to be offering her.
“Even when you’re in too much agony to move, you still try to resist my love.. I’d be hurt if you weren’t bound to lose your little battle with yourself! You’re so cute! Trying to beg like there’s anything on Earthbread that could get you out of this.”
Rambutan Cookie’s pupils grew slightly wider, trying to struggle against the dragon’s claws. However, all she could feel were her thoughts vanishing to nothingness, never to return. Lychee Dragon Cookie was delighted to watch her eyes go from panicked to something… almost submissive.
“There we go… That feels so much better, doesn’t it, Hon?”
Lychee Dragon Cookie cooed once they felt Rambutan Cookie stop squirming in their grasp. A smirk came to their face once she leaned into the hold, closing her eyes and seeking comfort in the Violet Dragon’s hand.
“... Much better, Great Lychee Dragon.”
“Delightful, my dear!”
Lychee Dragon finally grew larger, slightly over triple their size than as a Cookie. They had finally conserved enough energy to return to their dragon form. They were going to return to their home, but now with their newly hypnotized Rambutan Cookie. They intended it to be temporary, simply long enough for the pain of her migraine to fade and for them to bring her as their newest and most valuable treasure. They lifted Rambutan Cookie onto their back, spreading their wings wide in preparation for flight.
“I’ll patch you up with the softest of silk when we return to our new home. I hope you’re excited, dear… because I’m never going to let you return to that tribe of weaklings. You’re officially my treasure.. For all of eternity.”
Got the second emoji finished up! Kana Shiku! I did hers early because I love her, and she deserves the world(she does not, but she's my baby, so I say she does)
I'm well aware of AM's hatred for humanity in IHNMAIMS. It's his core character trait. However, I thought of another way he could inflict that upon the cast: favoritism.
In the game, AM tells Ellen(paraphrased), "I could rat you out, sweetheart. But I'll give you a chance! I like you. Really, I do! You're my favorite, Ellen." It was 100% in bad faith and a form of mockery, but that doesn't change the fact that he said it. Ted seems to have a feeling of superiority when he thinks AM favors him. Therefore, who's to say AM's not telling others the same thing or publicly claiming a favorite sometimes?
What do I think being called AM's "favorite" means? I think if AM were to do this, it would be with the intent to break up the group and cause in-fighting. After 109 years of torture, most people are most likely desperate to feel special or normal, which AM could exploit. By naming a favorite, he gives them a sliver of hope that he can later crush. However, he also would be painting a massive target on their back. Some survivors might take it as AM saying, "You're all insignificant and deserve my hatred, but THIS one is better than you, and I like them the best." Does it matter if AM actually means it? Of course not! He probably doesn't. But I think the result is the same. Tension, suspicion, or even envy that leads to conflict or fights, proving to AM that his hatred is correct. After all, these humans will fight tooth and nail over something so small and insignificant as a kind word from the being inflicting this torture on them!
Is this mischaracterization? Honestly, probably. However, I just wanted to throw this concept out into the world.
