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I'M ADDICTED;; open - cake au - trojan g. - 07-22-2020
Sweeney woke up one day, and walked out of her place of residence and into the desert, wanting to explore. After a while, she began to feel like she was slowing down, and like she was losing height. Looking down, expecting to see quick sand or a simple hole in the sandy dunes, she was shocked to find her legs were melting beneath her, the heat causing them to slowly drip down.
Shaking her paw to try and figure out what was going on, some of her leg splashed onto her face, and she smelled something sweet. Her skin was icing, and she was cake. She looked around and suddenly things became clear. The sand? It was brown sugar, and beneath? It was cake.
She was cake. Everything was cake. The island? It was all cake.
Shaking her paw to try and figure out what was going on, some of her leg splashed onto her face, and she smelled something sweet. Her skin was icing, and she was cake. She looked around and suddenly things became clear. The sand? It was brown sugar, and beneath? It was cake.
She was cake. Everything was cake. The island? It was all cake.
SWEENEY CALLAHAN - THE PITT - ACOLYTE - RP'D BY TIKKI
Re: I'M ADDICTED;; open - cake au - Luciferr - 07-23-2020
This was very odd.
Silent stared at his cake-ly limbs and pondered what abyssal had royally fucked over the laws of reality this time - it certainly wasn’t him for sure.
Although if one were to look at him, they would assume if he was a cake he’d be one that would be very strange indeed - probably taste like nightmares, corpses and the half decayed sense of the universe
Or however that translated over to cake flavours as it was.
Well
This was an very odd day.
Silent stared at his cake-ly limbs and pondered what abyssal had royally fucked over the laws of reality this time - it certainly wasn’t him for sure.
Although if one were to look at him, they would assume if he was a cake he’d be one that would be very strange indeed - probably taste like nightmares, corpses and the half decayed sense of the universe
Or however that translated over to cake flavours as it was.
Well
This was an very odd day.
Re: I'M ADDICTED;; open - cake au - j a c k . - 07-26-2020
the answer to silent's well, silent question, was black licorice. no one liked the flavor, beyond those that decidedly munched on death and stale cake. it did the cakekod well to his powers, keeping the icing that made fur marks along his from smooth and un-melted, in the desert; dessert desert jack was under constant strain with his power always being some level of on bristling hardened sugar candy hairs along his neck, sharpening white chocolate claws.
"the dessert desert" the cakekod huffed, as he spotted sweeny and silent both along the dunes of brown sugar, molasses sinking under their feet as jack to steeped along the molasses wastes. as he felt something in him break, like the shattering of ice, or the steady drip from winter moons to autumn, jacks powers cave way and he felt his own form slowly drip. "ugh," the cakekod sneared at himself; such a mess
"i blame silent, you stale piece of cake you."
"the dessert desert" the cakekod huffed, as he spotted sweeny and silent both along the dunes of brown sugar, molasses sinking under their feet as jack to steeped along the molasses wastes. as he felt something in him break, like the shattering of ice, or the steady drip from winter moons to autumn, jacks powers cave way and he felt his own form slowly drip. "ugh," the cakekod sneared at himself; such a mess
"i blame silent, you stale piece of cake you."
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Re: I'M ADDICTED;; open - cake au - Grimm - 07-28-2020
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; width: 310px; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]Poorly conceived notion of life, twisted creature of fragmented creation, alike within even a state of confectionery build. Where once enjoyed the seething heat that bathed sun bleached rises of gathered grains foul the air with the tainted scent of melting sugar, a bubbling mass of caramel the once crystalline sands as the intensity of heat reached its peak. In shade of raising dunes did the thing cower, reduced here for broken away the searching addition of chest set limbs, a sickening column of hardened sugar left behind.
Of their flavouring one may only guess upon, of apparent note where teeth of set caramel had bitten off the fondant layered baked good, left ragged flaps of the sickening decorating over pitch black cake matter.
Re: I'M ADDICTED;; open - cake au - Luciferr - 07-28-2020
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a familiar voice breaks him from his musings and the abomination to cakes everywhere snorted, though the action caused a thin drip of what might be some kind of putrid black coloured icing to drip from the skull like hole that passed for a nose upon his face.
It was indeed a desert of desserts and he instinctively despised it - all that lovely flesh out in the world, turned to sugary pulp and mush
Sickening, an affront to good taste
He turned to behold Jack as the other continued grumbling - by which blaming him somehow - which, no, if the silence had any say it would not be mountains of cake and sugar the desserts would currently be
Possibly something like a fleshy hell - or a rotting universe, either way, there would have been a lot more corpses for he - and those he somehow tentatively found himself naming ‘his’ could feast upon.
”hmm” he grunted at Jack’s jab - before his gaze alighted on Oleander not far from them,
”our resident bug pup seems to have taken a bite out of herself”
It was indeed a desert of desserts and he instinctively despised it - all that lovely flesh out in the world, turned to sugary pulp and mush
Sickening, an affront to good taste
He turned to behold Jack as the other continued grumbling - by which blaming him somehow - which, no, if the silence had any say it would not be mountains of cake and sugar the desserts would currently be
Possibly something like a fleshy hell - or a rotting universe, either way, there would have been a lot more corpses for he - and those he somehow tentatively found himself naming ‘his’ could feast upon.
”hmm” he grunted at Jack’s jab - before his gaze alighted on Oleander not far from them,
”our resident bug pup seems to have taken a bite out of herself”