Made CRK Ocs based on the Cookies in me and my friends guild ‘TheEyesOfTruth’
Fun facts about them:
- DragonFly and Cacao Nib are both traitors to their kingdoms
- their basically a cult dedicated to SM and The Beasts, they believe that the power of the ancients should be returned to their rightful users and that the beasts should be free.
- Dragonfly is their leader
- Nebula and SolarFlare were taken in by Dragonfly and are fully loyal to him and his cause, the same goes for Cacao Nib although his reason for joining is slightly different.
- Cacao Nib discovered in some VERY old texts that Dark Cacaos power is not his own, thinking that power should be returned Cacao Nib confronted the King about giving up his soul jam, however with Dark Cacaos stubbornness to not give up the power under his protection and Affogatos influence, he barely escaped the kingdom with his life.
- Dragonfly was once a Silver Knight of the Faerie Kingdom, however he had fallen under the influence of SM’s lies. After realising one of their own had been compromised, Elder Faerie had ordered for Dragonfly to be found, but he was long gone by the time they realised.
- they are ALL partly under the influence of SM but are all doing this out of free will, he is not the one making them do this, they are doing it completely on their own
Not on topic for the current story arcs but, was it intentional that you gave Topple, a character based on Twilight Sparkle, a green baby dragon to care for?
WARNING: Obsessive and unhealthy behavior, jam/blood, ATTEMPTED MURDER!
divider by @/sisterlucifergraphics
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I tuck Dragonfly in, patting their head softly. I just finished putting them to sleep, after…admittedly, a bit of a struggle.
“Good night, honey,” I whisper, turning off the light and slipping out of the room.
Of course, it can never be a peaceful night, can it?
“…”
“What do you want? Your last few tricks didn’t work. Can’t you just leave me be…?” I ask, barely looking over my shoulder.
He stands there in the dark, his fists visibly shaking. I can see him clutching his staff, staring daggers into my soul. I don’t feel afraid, anymore. Just tired.
“…I’ve done everything I can…to get you back…” he mumbles. “…nothing’s worked…”
I sigh, turning around and crossing my arms. “I understand that you’re lonely, Shadow Milk Cookie. This isn’t the way to go about your emotions, though. You have a Candy Apple Cookie in this world. Treat her better. Leave me alone.”
“…I can’t…”
My expression softens as I look at him. He looks so…broken. Is this what Pure Vanilla sees in him?
“Maybe in the future, we could get along. But right now, you don’t seem willing to change. Maybe I could learn to move past what you’ve done, but for now…just go.” I turn my back to him.
That was my worst possible mistake.
“…no.”
I don’t even hear him approach, suddenly feeling a sharp whack on the back of my head. I reach my hand back, wincing when I make contact. Pulling my hand back…my palm is stained red. The scent of strawberry jam floods my senses.
I’m…bleeding.
I barely get a chance to dodge as he swings again, and again, and again.
“What are you doing?!— AGH!” I wheeze as I’m tackled to the floor, the breath knocked out of me. “Shadow…Milk…”
“It’s not FAIR! Why do they get your love?! Why can’t you stay with me?! Why does everyone hate me?! I wanted you to STAY!”
“Stop…”
My ears are ringing, and I barely process the pain when he strikes me again, wrapping his hands around my throat. His grip digs into my dough, and I wheeze out, “Help…”
“FINE THEN. If I can’t have you, NO ONE ELSE CAN EITHER!!” He starts laughing as I struggle…I can barely move…
“MAMA!”
I inhale sharply as the grip on my throat is suddenly gone, my own hand reaching up to clutch it. When I look over, I see Dragonfly…I think? They’re in what looks to be a dragon form…
Is that…my baby? I’m so proud of them…
As soon as I regain my breath, I run over and strike Shadow Milk while he’s distracted. He stumbles back as Dragonfly releases him, growling at the blue jester.
I leap forward and tackle him. He falls with me, and I pin him to the floor.
“HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE HELPLESS?! HOW DOES IT FEEL TO KNOW PAIN?!?!” I shout as I punch him, again and again. “LOOK WHAT YOU’VE TURNED ME INTO! LOOK WHAT WE’VE BECOME! ALL OF THE PAIN THAT I’VE BEEN THROUGH, HAVEN’T I SUFFERED ENOUGH?!”
“Stop…!” He begs as he takes another hit, but I continue to strike him.
“You didn’t stop when I BEGGED you! Left me alone to DIE!”
“You…MONSTER!”
“DIDN’T YOU SAY THAT I SHOULD ROT IN THE TRASH WITH THE REST OF COOKIEK—”
“ENOUGH!!”
I falter, my hand halting in place. What am I doing…? In front of my child…?
I look over to where Dragonfly is standing, my eyes wide. They don’t seem upset, more…worried.
“…”
“Please…I’ll leave you alone…”
I sigh, standing up and walking back over to Dragonfly. Picking them up, I look back one more time at the ruined man on the floor. Deep blue jam leaks from his wounds, bruises already beginning to form.
“…leave.”
By the time I blink, he’s gone.
I turn back to Dragonfly, reentering their room. “Let’s go to sleep…” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
I have a feeling that I won’t have to see him for a long time.
