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pure-vanilla-lilies · 25 days
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The Priestess Of The Coffee Snake Clan
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Story Description: “Hurry Hide, she’s coming!”
Characters: Citrus Rose Cookie (OC), Affogato Cookie & Bittersweet Mocha Cookie (OC)
Story Warnings: Dark Themes, Betrayal, Very Strong Language, Character Death
Note: This is Citrus Rose Cookie’s story, this story will have darker themes. If you’re not comfy with it, please don’t read :)
A blizzard hit the dark cacao kingdom, the gashin sighed as he looked out the window. He always wondered why he and his sister were excel from the clan, it’s been so many years since the excel but it was for his and sister safety, they didn’t want to end up like his mom and his stepdad. The memories haunted him, seeing them getting murdered right in front of the two really messed the two up especially his sister. Looking at insignia necklace, that his sister gave him before she took her own life, it’s the only thing that he can remember her by. A sigh escaped from Affogato Cookie as he kept looking out the window, his daughter was a snake coffee cookie but she wasn’t like any other snake coffee cookie, her powers were like the priestress, but he never understood how and why, he had to figure out.
With the gashin looking at the letter from the day she arrived at the kingdom, it surprised him with the writing and the jam ink that was used.. It was the priestress handwriting, his heart was racing as he was nervous and fear for the kingdom and for his daughter.. The door opened as Affogato Cookie saw his daughter putting new incense in, the floral scent of lavender and rose never fails. Before his daughter could leave he wanted to have a talk with her. The two sat down on the bed which made Affogato Cookie sighed as he started to explain of who was her mother….
[Many Years Ago]
Outside of the north mountain there was a clan that was isolated from other villages. The clan was called the Coffee Snake Clan, many innocent cookie lost their lives to a priestress, many people feared her, even her clan members… Ringing of bells could be heard, everyone quickly got into their homes and locked the door except for cookie, an mother with a basket of sweets. The priestress stopped her fellow members as she looked at the mother.
“The innocence of this mother shows, bring her she has something we can take.” Citrus Rose Cookie said as she walked away.
The fellow members grabbed the mother which made her scream, she was scared of dying. The screams quieted quickly, which made the clan members be in more fear. With the cookies walking out of their homes and headed towards the middle of the square and saw the priestress, it was a surprise to see her holding something in her arms, it was wrapped in a fluffy blanket. The daughter of the darkest moon was born.
“Where’s my wife you goddamn bastard! What did you do to her! MURDERER! YOU MURDERER!” A cookie yelled from the crowd
The fellow members silenced the husband as it made people scream in fear. Citrus Rose Cookie looked at the new born, she knew she wanted her daughter safe. The priestress silenced them as she started to talk.
“The mother of deceit, the husband of lies. The traitors aren’t allowed here. Be that your warning, get out of my face now!”
The cookies left do their duties, the priestress looked at the new born and sighed, her daughter wasn’t safe she had to get safe.. Night fall rose, the priestress quickly took her daughter as they went to the kingdom near the licorice sea, with the note written down she knocked on the gates and quickly left… That’s until a certain gashin took the new born in…
[Present Day]
“WHY DIDNT TELL ME THIS! YOU TRAITOR! I NEVER FORGIVE YOU!” Bittersweet Mocha Cookie yelled as she cried.
Bittersweet Mocha knew she didn’t mean it but she was too upset to care. Feeling her father hug her as she cried on his shoulder. Affogato Cookie sadly rubbed her back as she kept crying.
“It was for your safety…” Affogato Cookie softly said..
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angelfishofthelord · 2 years
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(just a little late) you found me
for @horrornaturalevent week 2: bloody Dean POV. He and Sam are going to a vampire masquerade ball to find the alpha. They don't expect to see someone familiar there.
The secondhand tuxedo itches under Dean’s armpits and sags at the crotch. It feels like wearing someone else’s very overwashed, never dry cleaned skin. The bridge of his nose aches from the hard plastic cat mask he’s wearing, and it doesn’t help that Sam can’t even see him rolling his eyes or muttering swear words into the echo of the plastic around his mouth.
If Cas had been here, they wouldn’t have had to don this ridiculous get up. The angel could’ve mind-mojoed the head chef into believing they were part of the catering staff. But Cas has been radio silent since going off to chase a lead on Kelly in Vermont, of all places, so Dean and Sam had no choice to go in full disguise to what Sam’s been calling “the alpha vampire masquerade ball.” He even quoted some Shakespeare on the drive there, earning him a whack on the back of the head. Or an attempted whack anyways. This isn’t Romeo and Juliet, or Eyes Wide Shut, or anything remotely sexy or exciting. They don’t even get to wear cool masks or sample the free flowing champagne.  
They’re just standing there, receiving the aprons that the head chef is passing out and nodding numbly to the chef’s rambling speech about the head-down, silent service policy. Don’t interact with the guests unless spoken to. Don’t take off the masks unless asked to do so. Don’t touch the blood fountains. Dean glances over at Sam, who’s two other waiters away, and nods slightly. They’re going to need to get the staff out before anyone ends up as refills for the blood fountains.
In all the years of hunting vamps Dean’s never come across bourgeois vampires. Ones with all the theatrics and glamour of stupid chick-flick paperbacks and B-horror movies. He figures this has to be the alpha vampire’s doing. The publicity, the costuming, the cinema of it all. After entire families started going missing, Dean and Sam figured out that the alpha was not only alive, but likely to name a new successor. They’d captured and questioned enough vampires to get the location of the ball, but not enough to find out when this deranged coronotation might be going down. The gathering is a three-day affair; Dean really hopes daddy vamp is making his big move on day one so he doesn’t have to suffer through this mask and rented tuxedo again.
He wishes Cas was here. Not just for the mind-mojoing. He’d feel better knowing exactly where Cas was before heading into a vampire’s den. Vermont is too boring to have taken his attention for this long anyways. They should’ve heard from him by now, at least in the form of another long voice mall. Cas has started leaving voice messages instead of texting, and Dean would never admit it but he likes hearing his voice much better than texts. It feels closer, and closeness is a rarity right now when his mother feels so far away and every strenuous knot tied in their family only seems to unravel.
The head chef finally opens the kitchen doors and lets them into the main hall. Dean works on ducking past the stream of staff to find Sam. He tries not to gawk at their surroundings, but it’s impossible not to pay attention to the glistening gold ceiling and pearl pillars of the ballroom. A spinning disco ball of aqua green and blue throws ocean waves of color across the throngs, bathing everything in an eerily calm hue. Bodies are dangling from the ceiling at odd angles--right, the blood fountains--and open wounds are dripping into giant vats below. Vampires are wearing heavy velvet dresses and bejeweled capes drag across the marble floor. There’s at least fifty people in the hall, and he’s sure more are going to be arriving as the night wears on.
His shoulder bumps against something that feels like a foot and he glances up the body right above his left shoulder. The girl is wearing a sequined dress. She’s suspended on her back by metal pins attached to a lever that hoist her corpse up and down. Blood streams down from her split spine and collects into a shallow gondola that stands waist-high on silver stumps. Her eyes are wide and sightless. She’s dead for sure. He ghosts a finger over her pale ankle just to make sure and says a mental I’m sorry. 
The catering staff are 100% going to be replacements for these bodies once they’re completely drained. He and Sam have to find the alpha before that. Dean tries not to look at the bodies swinging from the roof. He can’t help them now. He needs to focus on those he can save, not the ones that the kindest thing he can do is a soft burial.
He makes his way towards Sam but gets stuck when trying to elbow past the three vampires in tailcoats who are walking spread out, swinging their ivory canes back and forth like they’re strolling around some Victorian garden. He keeps his head low and makes a move to squeeze past the one on the right, but they move and block his path again, still chattering obliviously. An opening finally appears when they sidestep around a triangular blood fountain-a headless body is being wrung out over a moving train of ornate shotglasses--and Dean’s almost past them when he catches a word they’ve said.
A word that makes his toes instinctively curl inwards. His fingers tighten and he almost drops the tray of miniature blood jellos he’s supposed to be handing out.
Angel.
Dean slinks back behind the trio. He forgets about Sam, about the alpha, about this stupid oversized tux.
“You can’t be serious,” the vampire in the middle says. “No one’s seen an angel for years.”
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squarecloud73 · 28 days
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*I worship you Tumblr don’t remove it
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Red means I love you.
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jaradraws · 2 months
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DISCLAIMER: the blood is a feature, not a bug 🩸☎️
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dieserr · 3 months
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if I try working on this anymore I’ll explode probably just take it
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stil-lindigo · 9 months
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bite of winter.
a comic about a princess who died in the snow.
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all my other comics
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myfriendwade · 9 months
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jadenvargen · 2 months
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the 10 page pitch preview i made for my original comic, Hunky-Dory:) if you want to follow the process and read more, i'm uploading it as i go to patreon.com/jadenvargen !
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jadenvargen · 10 months
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posted this on twit but rejected draft for a transgender horror anthology. based on my youth experiences having dinners with bigoted family members while closeted. (deemed too gorey to fit the theme)
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