#custard writes

[echo-goes-mmm]

Anniversary Present (Oneshot)

My Writing Masterpost

Warnings: slight dubcon, manipulation, minor character death, blood, past stalking

“I’m hungry,” complained Victor. 

Henry glanced at the vampire, then into his side mirror. “I’m driving.”

“So pull over.”

“I can’t,” he protested. “There’s no place to park.” They had circled the lot once already, but there were no spots. If Victor hadn’t insisted on spending the weekend at the beach of all places, this wouldn’t have happened.

“It’s a Friday evening on a holiday,” he explained. “It’ll be a while.” Victor grumbled, but at least he seemed placated. 

It had been three years since Victor ‘claimed’ him like some sort of stalker, and Henry hadn’t been able to shake him. Now he was stuck with Victor, and sometimes he could fool himself into normalcy. Like some kind of fucked-up sitcom. See the vampire and his unwilling roommate, every evening at 7pm on FOX! Or something. Henry didn’t watch cable.

“Look,” said Victor, “there’s a spot.”

“Finally,” groaned Henry. Another car came down the aisle, and he put on the turn signal and waited for them to pass so he could pull in. But instead, the BMW swerved into the spot, nearly dinging him in the process. Asshole.

Victor hissed. 

“Don’t,” Henry said. “It’s literally okay.” 

Victor sighed. “Fine.” 

Eventually, they found a spot in another lot, but there was a fee. Henry grumbled as Victor drank an evening snack from him. What a jerk, and of course it was a BMW. Brand new, too. Henry thought of his 20 year old beater and tried not to be jealous.

Whatever.

Victor had made reservations to a nice restaurant on the boardwalk for the two of them, which was hilarious. Victor could eat human food, it just did nothing for him except taste good. He was always dragging Henry to fancy places.

The perks of having a rich vampire eat off him, he supposed.

Victor disappeared after paying for dinner, with a promise to meet him at the rental later. Typical. 

But Henry had a little cash to burn, and the boardwalk was fun. He ate frozen custard (peanut butter and chocolate) and looked at ridiculously priced swimsuits on sale. He watched people come in and out of novelty stores, and got himself a box of saltwater taffy. It was nice, he thought, as a charming family went into the amusement park.

Of course, the downside to this little vacation was Victor. He was going to do something this weekend, he could feel it. 

Henry was a snack, a little amusement that Victor liked to keep under his thumb.

Henry hated when Victor dragged home a meal.

He shuddered, the warm night air suddenly suffocating. He took another bite of his frozen custard and told himself not to think about it.

He got to the rental house hours later (after somehow mixing up where he’d parked) and Victor was there as promised. 

“So,” said Victor, “there’s this cute little diner in town. We should go there for breakfast.” 

“Yeah, sure.”

Victor frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I guess. Just tired.” 

“Oh. Well, the bedroom on the right is yours. Goodnight.” Suspicious.

“‘Night.” The drive was pretty draining, so Henry fell asleep quickly.

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Victor dragged him to the diner around nine. He looked a little funny dressed in pants and a hoodie in this weather, but it was sunny out and, well, vampire.

Henry woke up in a much better mood than yesterday. He ordered a short stack of blueberry pancakes with a side of sausage and it was divine.

Victor bid him a good day after breakfast and went to sleep. Henry took the opportunity to spend the rest of the day at the beach. It was a great weather out, and he swam in the ocean a couple times before making it back to the rental. He even splurged and got some barbeque from a place on the boardwalk for lunch.

But soon the sun would be down, and Victor would be hungry. He headed back to the rental house.

After the feeding, he was more worn out than usual. He hadn’t been on a vacation in a while, and he’d forgotten how tiring it was to relax. He went to sleep soon after.

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“Henry. Hey, Henry!” Victor whispered. He groaned and sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. 

“What?” Victor’s red eyes glowed down at him. Victor flashed him a toothy grin. He glanced at the clock. Midnight. And why could he smell pizza?

“I got you a present.” 

“Huh?” 

“Just come see!” Henry stumbled into the living room and flipped the switch.

“Oh my god!”

A guy was tied up and gagged in the middle of the floor. Pizza boxes sat on the table, with a bunch of booze and soda. The man made a frantic sound from behind the gag.

“What the fuck?” he said. Victor flopped on the couch. He titled his head and grinned.

“It’s the man who cut you off earlier. And I also got dinner and that novelty soda you like. The one that tastes like sour candy.”

“Yeah, I can see that.”

Fuck. Again? Victor had never been caught before, but this was insane. 

Why was his life like this? Ugh. Whatever.

He crossed the room and took a slice of pizza. It was amazingly good, actually. It really was true that the best New York style pizza was in New Jersey. He ignored Mr. BMW struggling against the ropes.

He twisted off the cap to the soda and some vodka. He was gonna need it. Henry turned back to the scene to see Victor teasing Mr. BMW. Muffled shouts came from behind the gag.

Henry knew how scary it was, seeing a vampire for the first time. But he couldn’t bring himself to care anymore. It was normal, now.

“I think he wants to say something,” grinned Victor. He plucked the gag from Mr. BMW.

“I- I’m so sorry,” he said, looking back and forth between them. “Please don’t kill me!” he sniffed. Henry shifted, uncomfortable.

“You’re not sorry,” snarled Victor, “You’re just sorry you got caught. Nobody gets to be an asshole to my human. Nobody.”

“It’s just a parking spot, Victor. Not a big deal.” Victor turned to him. He shrank back. 

“You don’t get to decide that,” he said. 

“What-”

“I’m making your life better. Remember that boss you hated? I took care of it. And now you don’t hate your job. This is for you, Henry.” He yanked the man’s hair, baring his neck. 

He sank his teeth into the man, drinking long and deep. Henry’s mind whirled. Had Victor really been killing off everyone who was mean to him? 

Victor finished, the man’s head lolling. 

“Look at him,” purred Victor, voice husky. “He’s still alive. Think he’ll chalk it up to a dream, or pass on to the next life?”

He came close, blood smeared over his mouth. He stepped right up to Henry, taking his chin in hand.

Henry whimpered.

“Don’t be scared,” cooed Victor against his lips. Victor kissed him, copper on his tongue. 

What was happening?

Victor pulled away, pupils blown. His cool hand came to rest on his ass.

“Victor-” he started, but for some reason he couldn’t, didn’t, pull away.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said. A curl of heat smoldered in Henry’s gut. “Three years,” continued Victor, “and I never told you that. Isn’t that strange?”

“Ye- yeah.” Victor pressed a kiss to his throat, mouthing up to just under his jaw.

“Wait-” he said, regaining himself. Victor paused, pulling away. “All those restaurants, all those presents, were- were they-”

“Dates? Yeah,” admitted Victor. “You needed a stronger hint.”

Fuck. He’d seen the way Victor looked at him, the way he waited in the car under a blanket for hours just for Henry to get off work. He thought it was just hunger, and it was, but it was more than that. And Victor was attractive, and mostly kind-

The dying man behind them groaned.

And it was too much. “I don’t want this,” he whispered. Victor stepped away, turning from him.

“Please,” said Henry, “I’m sorry-”

“No, you’re not,” said Victor. His heart sank. Victor was finally going to kill him. 

But then Victor turned, and he didn’t look mad at all. 

“It’s okay,” he said, stepping close again. And his eyes, they were so pretty now. So big and deep, and what was he thinking about? “You just need a little nudge.”

Oh yeah. 

Victor was attractive, and mostly kind, and took him to places he never could have afforded and-

He snorted. His life was already so goddamn weird.

“Sure, why not? It’s not like you’re going anywhere,” said Henry. “Might as well make the most of it.”

“Exactly what I was thinking,” agreed Victor. 

Victor kissed him again, and they fumbled their way to the couch. He wanted Victor, and he wanted him now, witness be damned.

The man was dying anyway.

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Henry woke up the next morning in a great mood. Last night was just… incredible. It was so obvious, he couldn’t believe he missed it.

He snuggled back into Victor’s cool arms. 

Sure, it was fucked up, but who cared? Victor was hot and financially stable (aka rich as hell) and took care of him.

It just made sense.

Maybe he could get a nice car if he asked Victor.

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He was a genius. Just a little nudge. Wasn’t even cheating, really. Charming never worked for so long.

Henry still had his personality the whole night, so it didn’t even count as Charming him. Just a tiny, itty bitty nudge, and his precious little human had finally given in to his wooing. They had a wonderful night of pizza, drinking, and sex. 

So good.

Draining that pesky little boyfriend four years ago had finally paid off. 

He was an asshole anyway.

taglist: @paintedpigeon1

#happy ending? well. theyre both happy at least. #this literally came to me in a dream #also it was definitely more non conny in the dream #so here's the more 'romantic' version. might do the horror version later #ALSO! this is literally set in Ocean City NJ. My family has been vacationing there for generations. #The frozen custard place is Kohr Brothers and the diner is Ready's. the bbq is buddy love's bbq. Highly recommend all 3 #the salt water taffy is shriver's and the pizza is Manco & Manco's (formerlly Mac & Manco's. still salty about that) #the sour soda is found at Just Sugar on the boardwalk and is the Jone's warhead black cherry flavor #yes im serious. good shit! #the amusement park is Castaway Cove #my writing #whump #vampire whumper #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #stalker whumper

[dullahandyke]

*remembers syaoran li* :)

#hes such a little cutie #also fuck meeee i gotta write the full essayyyyyy.... fuck it no sources we are just spitballing until a draft is done #and maybe a draft is all we submit. ok. #for now my brealfast of porrodge and custard awaits

[unqrowned]

hii! i’m not sure if you’re still taking requests or still writing but i was wondering if you can write anything (literally anything) about late nights in arvens kitchen. (arven x reader dancing in his kitchen late at night listening to his music while cooking together) That’s just what i’d imagine but literally i’d love to read anything! I love your arven fics smsm and the arven blog has been empty for a bit, i’d love to see more of what you write :)

— Late Nights

no pronouns mentioned for the reader ( gender-neutral ) !

It wasn’t unusual for you to be at Arven’s dorm. At this point, you found yourself being there more often than in your own dorm. 

Arven invited you over to hang out and keep him company while he studied. You, of course, agreed and that’s what brought you to his dorm.

For the most part, you were stretched out on his bed while idly chatting with him. Once he seemingly grew quieter, you knew the tells that he was fully focused on what he was reading and redirected your attention to giving Mabosstiff pets and then catching Iono’s stream.

Her stream seemed to be about showing off food, all decorated to resemble Pokémon, at a cafe she was streaming at. The adorable food led you to switch apps and search up more videos, and you knew that you just had to recreate one of these. 

And that you had to get Arven involved.

He seemed a bit confused at your sudden insistence on making food at this hour, making you realize just how late it was. But you insisted there was no better time than the present, to which Arven eventually agreed to the idea.

Maybe it had something to do with the fact that you accidentally admitted to skipping out on dinner because you were more focused on getting to Arven’s dorm right after your adventuring for the day…

Somewhere in the midst of finishing the bow-shaped pastries for the dessert, you stepped back and admired your work. The decorations still needed to be done, which you were partially dreading, but you were quite proud of what you’ve accomplished. You only interrupted Arven a couple times and managed to leave him alone long enough for him to focus on making bolognese sauce for the pasta that was boiling. He already completed the Yamper bun aspect for the dish, which definitely made you regret your decision in declaring that you’d take care of dessert instead of the pasta, but it was fine! You certainly wouldn’t offend every Sylveon out there once you began decorating the pastries to bear some semblance to them. 

Hopefully.

Deciding that you’ve stalled long enough, you returned back to your spot and went to reach the powdered sugar when you heard the next song playing from your Rotom Phone that hovered above you and Arven. 

You recognized the melody instantaneously and drummed your fingers on the counter. Within seconds, you put your decorating tasks on hold and sung along with the song below your breath. It didn’t take more than a second for you to sway along to the beat.

From the corner of your eye, you caught a smile unfurling on Arven’s face as he watched you from where he stood. The second that you both made eye contact, you wasted no time crossing the space between you two to approach him. You offered your hands to him and he easily slid his hands into yours after he quickly lowered the flames on the stove.

With a tug towards you, you guided him closer and began to swing your connected hands. As the song continued on, you both began to sway your bodies and eventually moved around within the space of his kitchen. It was a bit awkward with the limited space though neither one of you had any complaints.

“Me gusta la cena, me gustas tu,” You decided to sing along once again all while you maintained eye contact with Arven.

You savored the way that Arven’s face slowly bursted into a nice, rosy shade that coated the surface of his cheeks and the tips of his ears. His expression changing to one of surprise was a delight, causing you to miss the next line, but you immediately jumped to sing the following one.

“Me gusta su cocina—”

“Me gustas tu,” Arven finished the line, his gaze had long left you and shifted onto Mabosstiff instead.

Your eyes widened ever so slightly, glints of adoration shining at how Arven joined in with singing. Heat rose up in your cheeks and you could hardly stop the grin that broke across your face from growing. You returned back to dancing, giving Arven the space needed to gain the strength to glance back at you in his flustered state. The blush didn’t leave his face though to be fair, you were certain you were sporting a matching one as well.

Once the song came to an end and started on the next one on your playlist, you and Arven stared at one another. 

“We should probably check back on the food,” Arven said. Despite that, he made no effort in separating from your side or looking back at the neglected food on the counters and stove. 

You nodded your head in consideration though found yourself swaying to the next song. “Hmm, after one more dance?” You asked, giving Arven’s hand a light squeeze, as you looked up at him hopefully.

A sigh fell from Arven’s mouth, but his grin gave away his act. He spared you a quick glance and his expression softened along with his grin, “Sure, after one more dance, bud.”

#— ✦ ˙ 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 .ᐟ #— ✦ ˙ 𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑜𝒾𝒹𝓈 .ᐟ #pokemon #pokemon scarvio #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon arven #pokemon arven x reader #arven x reader #pokemon x reader #pokemon imagines #fun fact: I was referencing the food from pokecafe remix #the yummy yamper pasta & sylveon custard slice #I really hope you like this anon! #I very much enjoy receiving Arven requests #I love writing for him so much

[sugaaaaaaaar]

Hi hi if you can do Parsnip with Custard (It can fluff or Angst) the scenario can be the two walking in the republic (if you do the fluff version) or Custard founding out about Parsnips past (if you do the angst version)

(Also writing this from the hospital bed ain’t easy lol)

Notes: bestie i know you are okay now but reading that last sentence almost gave me a heart attack-

I decided to go with the latter option but because i can't do angst well for the life of me i decided to do something that was slightly comedic. Yes i know my handwriting is kind of weird right now but when has it ever been consistent is the real question. Also, I am officially making a rule that you can't request Custard Cookie/j (but lowkey he was kind of hard to draw)

#cookie run #crk #cookie run kingdom #cr kingdom #art #cookie run fanart #cookie run oc #cookie oc #parsnip cookie #custard cookie #elder custard cookie #i admire your dedication to writing a whole message from a hospital bed-

[boredzillablog]

#Zakuro Custard drawing as a yandere bc I can​‘t write fanfiction to save my life #tw blood #tw gore #tw yandere #also #can’t draw his face without making him look like a muppet I’m sorry hhh #hunter x hunter #hxh #zakuro hxh #zakuro custard #yandere #blood #gore #I’dd gladly draw for anyone willing to write a fanfic abt him tbh #also I might write a few hc about him later

[virtuallidol-archive]

requested by anon

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#eyestrain #btw the gif on the left of walnut cookie is mine :p #bell pepper cookie #custard cookie #custard cookie iii #walnut cookie #crk #cookie run kingdom #cookie run: kingdom #cookie run #crob #cookie run: ovenbreak #cookie run ovenbreak #stim #stimmy #stimboard #brown stim #writing stim #pudding #pudding stim #yellow stim #irl hands #food #tw food #food stim #keyboard sitm #tech stim #yellow sitm #yellow #brown

[partyinthemysterymachine]

why is Dobie the cutest villager?? right answers only

#ches writes #pocket camp #he’s so fucking cute i can’t i cant. THE MAN JUST LIKES HIS CUSTARD

[you-have-been-frizzled]

hi! @tiana4evahh (you’re a lot less new because it took me a month to get to this) there was some difficulties with me trying to answer your ask, so we have to do it this way, third times the charm i guess.

thank you!!

(you should know that you leave my favorite comments on my fics they are so exciting and really do encourage me to work on fics)

i do have a bullet point fic based off of the Wildwood colony fic (link) it would be used as the outline for the fic “rewrite” if i ever end up doing it, i want to but i also have several projects higher on my list.

and because i don’t want to make you wait another month to get an answer even though this ask did end up inspiring a fic that fits some of the prompts for the Neverseen Extravaganza

the headcannons (side note while i say Rayni here i’m actually way more attached to @crymeariveronceagain version of Glimmer i kinda put my own twist on her in my head but you get it)

Tam was held prisoner for 6 months and from the second the light cuffs where put on his wrists, they felt like they where on fire. as time went on he started to get tremors in his hands. he hoped he would be rescued before it became permanent. because there was no way he would escape on his own, the one time he tried they beat him unconscious, and Gethen filled his mind with images of Linh dying in a 100 different ways. he refused to go though that again.

By the time he was rescued it was too late, the nerve damage in his wrists from the light cuffs was too bad, he was going have permanent tremors in his hands, on top of that his hands and arms where covered in scars that looked like ink stains, because of how he was forced to use the shadowflux

he was terrified of having his mind read, and of Teirgan the council suggested a mind probe to make sure he was telling the truth and to see if there was any important information hidden in mind by the Neverseen and he completely broke down, sending shadows everywhere because he didn’t want to have someone tear though his mind like Gethen would.

after he came back he only spoke if he was spoken too, because that’s what Gisela had trained him into doing, you can only take so many backhand slaps to the face with jewel encrusted rings that leave your face bleeding

he was terrified of the light because of how it effected his scars and the fact that they would use it as a punishment when he misbehaved when the Neverseen found out about its effects on his scars, but they stopped when they realized it also effected his ability.

people didn’t trust him even his friends, who would question weather he was still on their side, because he was so attached to Rayni and some of them where convinced she was a spy and had tricked Tam into trusting her. or that Tam really had switched sides and that he was actually the spy. the only people who fully trusted him where Biana Tiergan and Wyile, as Linh was convinced Rayni was a monster who stole her brother

Tam was the one to release Gisela, and Rayni took to the fall for him to protect him from the council because they where already looking for reasons to accuse him of being a member of the neverseen and locking him aes everyone would expect her to do something like that.

Rayni was the one to get Linh to talk to Tam when she said nonchalantly in a meeting that he wasn’t present for that “Tam thought Linh hated him” and Linh snapped back that it was Rayni she hated, they got in a bit of a fight until Rayni told Linh that the entire reason that Tam didn’t come to the meeting is because he couldn’t handle how Linh looked at him.

even after he and Linh made up and Linh went back to live at Solreef, he still didn’t feel safe going out in public because no matter where he went people would hiss traitor and that he should be locked away in Exile.

Tam and Keefe ended up bonding over their shared experience with the Neverseen once they found him again, and Sophie was the first person outside of his family and Biana that he actually trusted .

#btw i got your other ask #you can send as many of those as you want #i’m trying to write more consistently and i wanted to use peoples random fic ideas to practice #makes the perfectionism go away #it will just take me a while to get to them because im using them as writing prompts #thanks for the ask! #✨custard bursts #kotlc #kotlc headcanons #tam song #tw torture #tw kidnap mention #linh song #kotlc linh #kotlc tiergan #tiergan alenefar #kotlc rayni #rayni aria #kotlc neverseen #kotlc gisela #gisela sencen #kotlc gethen #gethen ondsinn

[pure-vanilla-lilies]

FlowerKisses HeadCanons

[Note this is Parsnip and Custards ship name, this is a fluff version and I will do a NSFW version later]

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•Custard first met Parsnip when Oyster introduced her as the new Elder of the Republic

•At first, he didn’t know how to talk to her because since his divorce with Light Cream, he really had bad trust issues.

•Parsnip was very quiet in the beginning, she’s still is but she was the first one to talk to Custard

•Over the months, the two became very close friends and the other Elders saw life in Custards eyes again. It made them smile softly.

•Custard was the first one to express his feelings to Parsnip, Parsnip was very flustered and of course she said yes

•The two dated in secret so the other Elders and Clotted Cream won’t noticed.

•It went well for 6 months until Financier found the two kissing outside of Custard’s Manor. It broke the news to the others so it made the two guilty.

•”Whatever makes you two happy. Then you have my blessing to keep this relationship.” -Oyster

•About two years of dating, Custard proposed to Parsnip at the winter ball and yes Parsnip said yes.

•Oyster helped plan the wedding / reception because yes and she wants to repay Parsnip for helping her a few years ago :)

#lilies writing #FlowerKisses #custard x parsnip #I feel like I gonna get shit on #enjoy these~

[curestim]

Kiyotaka stimboard for anon !

x | x | x - x | x | x - x | x | x

#kiyotaka ishimaru #ishimaru kiyotaka #danganronpa #dgr #satisfying #stimboard #stim #stimmy #red #white #writing #dice #water #grey #gray #🍮 ⎯⎯ cure custard !

[beauseakiia]

Father Son Bonding(but not really)

This is an angst fanfic I wrote mostly for shits and giggles [double thumbs up]

Characters: Clotted Cream Cookie and Elder Custard Cookie

There is light emotional abuse(mainly just Custard insulting Clotted but putting a warning here just in case)

Anyways onto the actual fic, I hope you guys like it :D

Things have been incredibly rough for the Republic. With Elder Canele in prison for embezzling funds and selling what was essentially poison to the Lower City, and Elder Mille-Feuille missing after escaping incarceration for leading a religious cult of thieves, the rest of the Convocation had been getting the side-eye from the public. This on top of the destruction of the Republic from Dark Enchantress. Rumors and speculation swirled as the Convocation worked to fix the mess left behind by the White Masks and Dark Enchantress. Clotted Cream had been working hard to try to fix everything as fast as possible. Being the Consul of course, most of the responsibility fell on his shoulders and there was a lot of pressure to rebuild what was destroyed and get back on track with preparing for the future war.

At some point after Dark Enchantress’s attack ended, Clotted Cream learned that his father, Elder Custard, had fled the Republic during the attack and wasn’t sure when or if he’d be back, leaving Clotted feeling a little betrayed even though he wasn’t surprised. This also added more problems to the already long to-do list, with now a third Elder missing in action. Although deep down, Clotted Cream felt some relief that Custard wasn’t there, hovering over his shoulder and criticizing his every move. So he took advantage of Custard’s absence to get the more urgent things done without his father’s interference. Though, all good things must come to an end.

Clotted Cream sat alone in his office, planning out the Republic’s next moves in preparation for another meeting with the remaining Elders to further discuss the future. He had plans for the ongoing reconstruction of the Republic to bring it back to its former glory, orders to continue the manufacturing of Pearl Candies and recruiting more manpower to the Pearl Legion, Paladins and the navy, setting up search teams to go out and find the scattered pieces of Soul Jam, and planning out possible elections to appoint new Elders to the Convocation to replace Canele and Mille Feuille.

“There you are, boy.” A sickeningly familiar voice boomed suddenly, sending an involuntary jolt through Clotted Cream’s body, shaking him out of his train of thought. He looked up to see Custard standing in the doorway of his office

“Father…” Clotted Cream was less than thrilled to see him. His voice was colder than usual. “You finally decided to return to the Republic.” 

“Hmph, I had other business to attend to outside the Republic. Don’t tell me you were too incompetent to run the Republic without my guidance.” Custard began walking up to the desk. 

“I’ve run the Republic just fine,” Clotted Cream shot back. “The Convocation has already set plans in motion to rebuild everything lost and get the Republic back into shape so we can continue preparations for the upcoming war against Dark Enchantress. All things considered, things could be much worse but we’ve much to do and not a lot of time to do it.”

Custard glared at the blond, who was still seated at his desk. “I do not appreciate your tone, boy,” he growled.

Clotted Cream forced a fake smile. “Truly, I believe I’ve been quite polite considering the stunt you pulled, leaving me and the republic behind in the middle of a siege. Conveniently, after you attempted to keep the Soul Jam to yourself knowing full well the Ancient Heroes would not take too kindly to that,” he muttered through gritted teeth.

“They were momentary lapses in judgment. I was doing what I thought was best for our house.”

“So abandoning your own son and the Republic during an attack is a lapse in judgment? I expected a little more tact coming from an Elder…”

Custard slammed his hand on the desk,“You have no right criticizing my actions with how many mistakes you made!”

“Mistakes I made??” Clotted Cream stared up at his father, feeling rage boiling up inside of him. “Truthfully the only mistake I’ve ever made is listening to you.”

“Excuse me?!” Custard exclaimed. “You had better watch your tongue, boy.”

Clotted Cream stood up, clenching his fist at his sides. “No I won’t because it’s the truth. I’ve spent my whole life bending to your will, doing everything you’ve commanded me to do. I underwent all of the training and teachings you forced me into to make me the perfect candidate for Consul, all while berating me and my ancestry for any little flaw I had. And yet, I did it. I finally became Consul.” He gestured widely to the office they were in. 

“And you wasted no time going around bragging about your ‘achievement’ of raising me, yet the second no one’s looking, you turn around and criticize every. Single. Thing. I do if it’s not to your exact demands. Nothing’s ever good enough for you!”

“If you’d listen to me and do as I say, there would be nothing to criticize!” Custard snapped back.

“I DO!!” Clotted Cream shouted, causing Custard to step back. He had never raised his voice at him before. 

“I DO listen to you! And for the most part, I do as you say! But I draw the line at your demands that would’ve put us in even more political strain with the kingdoms then we already were in. With everything else, I did what you told me to to the best of my abilities and everything ran pretty smoothly all things considered. But of course, one little mistake or unaccounted for event and suddenly I’m just too incompetent to be Consul. You blamed me for an ambush from a group no one even knew existed in our Republic even when I took every possible precaution I could!” He was shaking at this point. He lowered his head and took a few deep breaths.

“I am sick of the constant disrespect from you.” Clotted Cream muttered, his voice low and shaky. “If you didn’t think I was fit for this job, then why did you even push me into it? I worked my ass off to meet your expectations and yet, no matter what I do, I’m still not good enough. What more do you want from me? I have managed to keep everything in working order, the Republic has made giant leaps in terms of technology and strengthening our armies under my leadership. Everything I’ve done has been for the betterment of our Republic, because if the Republic falls,” Clotted Cream lifted his head to look at his father.  

“There would be no more House Custard. Whether you like it or not, I have to prioritize the Republic as a whole if we want any chance of surviving this upcoming war.” 

Custard glared daggers at the blond. “Are you done with your little temper tantrum?”

Clotted Cream just stared at Custard, fighting back tears. That sentence cut into him like a knife. Temper tantrum. That's what he thought about his feelings. Even though it wasn’t surprising, it still hurt on top of everything else.

“Tch, I’ll come back to discuss things when you can act and speak to me like a damn adult.” And with that, Custard turned on his heel and walked out the office, slamming the door behind him.

Clotted Cream crumbled, falling back into his chair, holding his head in his hands. And began to sob uncontrollably.

“Why did I have to end up here…”

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Crosspost on AO3 and deviantart(both under same username)

#angst #hurt no comfort #tw emotional abuse #cookie run fanfic #cookie run kingdom #clotted cream cookie #elder custard cookie #toxic family #why did i write this #how do i tag help

[sammywolfgirl]

Heard kingdom will be getting a city of wizards update soon. So it seemed like a great reason to finally finish some ancient headcanon lore wip stuff

Well one of them anyways

#my writing #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run au #cream unicorn cookie #gingerbrave #strawberry cookie #chili pepper cookie #wizard cookie #custard cookie the third

[pollyna]

So anyway I want to take everybody who thought that feeling a krapfen with vanilla cream and shake them not so gently because why would you hate me like that 🙃

#this post is about food #i was ready to write a whole paragraph complaining about this people and their need to put vanilla everywhere #food #can i have another one with lemon custard in please

[makerofmadness]

does anyone have a png of Custard iii's little staff? I need it for. Purposes.

#Totally not for the cover of a really angsty fanfic I may or may not be writing- /s #Cookie run #custard cookie iii

[proshippersstimming]

Licorice Cookie x Custard Cookie III for anon!

☠️ ☠️ ☠️ / 🍪 🍪 🍪 / 🍮 🍮 🍮

#age gap / #? #cookie run #licorice x custard iii #pouring #food #cake #heart #skull #pudding #flan #writing #calligraphy #soap cutting #knife / #crown #mod riddle #black #purple #yellow #brown #silver #gray #stim #stimboard #proship

[custards-neopronouns]

Considering making a post about neopronouns just in case someone who doesn't know what they are stumbles across this blog / needs one in the future

#not pronouns! #custard speaks #i LOVE writing informative pieces ... maybe #maybe soon