#oh boy-

[hes-a-rat-whisperer]

"not all that glitters is gold.."

(little prince AU part 2)

RP with my wonderful lovey dovey @surprise-sausage-party >//u//< <3

It's been many months since Ceb's fertilization commenced and his pregnancy began.

nine months to be exact..

the baby would come any day..any second..any moment..

throughout the whole pregnancy, the knights were treating the shorter man almost like royalty. anything he wanted, he would get, no matter what it was.

the 2nd in command would even spend time with him if he felt emotionally a bit too vulnerable to be alone. he would talk to him, lift up his spirits and assure him that everything will be just fine..

however..

this past week..the knights were noticably more..irritated.

they would run around at night, their armor rustling loud enough for Ceb to hear, as they argued and discussed the proceedings.

the way they were talking..it was so strange..

it almost seemed as if Ceb's baby being born was their number one priority in life.

...

during what felt like Ceb's last checkup, Skullivan hummed a tune as he magically read the baby's vital signs.

the skeleton's excitement and giddiness was contagious!

"your baby will be here any moment!" he exclaimed happily. "if fact, I think it would be best if you stay here for a little while! from what I'm seeing, you could be going into labor any moment and it would be most convenient if I was around for it!" he laughed, his jaw clattering.

[amischiefofmuses]

"You disappoint me. I thought I had raised you with greater ambition than to let enemies live while you grovel for familial affection like a lapdog. Especially when those are the same people."

--Both Stryfes at the mansion got a copy. Good luck to anybody but the intended recipients reading the message. It's in hieroglyphs.

Like Apocalypse has room to talk about enemies and so-called family being the same people.

Disappointment || Accepting

The sight of the hieroglyphs alone is enough to make his stomach twist, and that's before he has sat and read through it, his jaw clenching tightly and a shuddering breath exhaled. How did this get here? Had HE been here? He's not sure if it's rage or fear that makes his hands tremble as he clutches it, reading through it with a progressively intense scowl. He loathes that some part of him does feel shame, a sense of failure to live up to what he was raised to be but it's nothing more than a flicker. A reflex that comes before he remembers that he doesn't WANT to be that monster, he doesn't want to spend his life in bitter misery fighting for the respect of a cruel FATHER who'd never truly loved him. One who saw him as a tool. Sucking in a breath, he tucks the message away and steps out of his room gripping his cape, seeking the chaos of the household to distract him from such wayward thoughts. Not unlike a background thunderstorm, the noise would do well enough to keep himself from thinking about it - at least that had been his plan before he feels a telltale tremble in the foundations that tells him he's needed elsewhere.

The younger iteration plucks up the message and he's sure for a moment his heart stops dead in his chest at reading it, eyes growing wide beneath his helmet and throat tight. It can't be him. Surely. No- he was DEAD. But this was a different timeline. Did that mean..? The mansion begins to shake around him, decorative objects clattering together as he reads it through. It's horror that sets in the pit of his stomach - he doesn't want to go back to suffering, he doesn't want to be subjugated once more as a pawn in someone else's game. Here he has freedom, has known affection unlike anything he's had in his life before but to have it boiled down to him grovelling like a lapdog..? He feels sick. He wants to yell. He wants to tear the world around him down BRICK BY BRICK- Spiraling thoughts are halted by a firm hand between the spiked adornments on his shoulder, another metal-armored hand plucking the message from his own fingers and turning it face down. -- ❝If he is back, we will be ready.❞ The older Stryfe assures, giving his shoulder a small squeeze. ❝It may be hard for you to believe now, but the old fool was ALWAYS wrong.❞ -- ❝That is not my concern.❞ The younger mutters, earning a raised brow. ❝..If he returns, and I KILL him.. Will I be forgiven..?❞ Not what Stryfe expected from his younger self, it was easy to forget under all that cold indifference he carried himself with was simmering rage. A hurt child, seeking retribution, he can't really blame him. -- ❝If it comes to that.. I will help-❞ It matters not that he had fought to keep mercy in mind, to live as one of the X-Men- this was an exception. ❝And no one needs to know.❞

[archived-stories]

Oh look, Pico’s cooking pancakes. At eight PM. With chocolate chips. And strawberries. And blueberries. And bananas-

Okay. Boy.

You have munchies-

[bxnnie-bxwl]

may have another crazy goofy idea… loving afton!bonnie…,,but what if Bonnie but being infected by the glitchtrap virus… so it’s Bonnie but evil…..

[myboxofcookies]

Dark Forest Cookie stuff

I should try to introduce more ocs instead of only discord for god’s sake- Ok, here’s the first OC, Dark Forest Cookie’s old description: "Dark Cacao and Black Forest had another son after Dark Choco, who is named Dark Forest Cookie (placeholder name for later) and was supposed to be the next heir to the throne after Dark Choco's banishment, but he suddenly "disappeared" after having a fight with his dad about Caramel Arrow's undeserved banishment. He resides in the village his mother was from and teaches others how to defend themselves if their king couldn't. Probably has his brother's old sword or a different sword similar in design.” One of his first drafts:

vs. Current Design

I happened to also made him a wife and become a dad to a few kids because why not? Overtime I developed him more with other people on discord and is probably one of my most well-known ocs there. Current description “In the mountainous range of the White Dragon village lived one of the strongest guardsmen whose blade could cut through many beasts like wood. Dark Forest Cookie first came into the village as a lone stranger in unknown territory, but now has made his mark on the land he calls home and swore that he would protect all that are dear to him, including his family. His past before the village is a mystery to many, with him swearing that the past doesn't make a Cookie but rather their own actions in the present. But... has anyone noticed that he has an odd resemblance to the king...?” More info but summed into trivia: - Dark Forest is definitely traumatized and held some grudges, but he is actively making the best for the family he has now. - Out of his family members, he does admit to missing Dark Choco as they did get along well before the curse.

- He met his wife, Choco Fudge Cookie, some time after escaping the citadel into Black Forest’s old home village. Although he was a little nervous around everyone due to his status, Choco Fudge was easy to talk to and eventually got together before having 3 children. (And a 4th kid a year after the Dark Cacao chapter) - His kids (in order) are Dark Fudge Cookie and Dark Ganache Cookie, who are twins, and Milk Choco Cookie. - Milk Choco also happens to be the same kid that Affogato shooed away at the gates.

[incorrect-snkquotes]

Shizuka: I usually find cute when kids minspronunce words, but my 3 y/o Kyo wanted porn flakes for breakfast

[witchfirst]

"Good girl~"

emilija knows she's playing a dangerous game by entertaining klaus' most sought after enemy, but she also understands a woman who did not ask to be put in the position she was. men often had the habit of blaming their own failures on a woman, to let them bear the burden of the parts of history that most people would rather forget: they had to remember in honour of those who were no longer around to hold that strength. emilija lets out a shaky breath of anticipation, sitting herself down coyly onto katherine's lap as the vampire's finger brushes against her lip. she knows how wrong it is to be in the arms of a woman who is terrified of the man she's been with for centuries, but it feels so right as the words fall from the doppelganger's lips. "you want me to be good for you, hm? i bet you'd like that."