#Madeleine cookie

[cosmicwhoreo]

So... Is this canon?

We power-scaling our cookies today boys! meme under the cut

[that-artist-moon]

Last art post before I go and make art fight stuff

[throwsshoes]

Tumblr do not kill me for posting 19 images in one day i drew these all in months worth i pawmise

[cookierungames]

Time to show off all of the wedding gowns!😳

What compliments will they get from the other Cookies?

[burninwrath]

The good juice w @lighthonor

[lemon-slushie]

Silly cookies for tik tok trend

Trend undercut if ur confused lol

[sisaarts]

Letters for Cookie Run`s 16th anniversary 🍪💙🤎✨

[lyd-esque]

I’m back in the FVCKING BUILDING AGAIN‼️‼️(four years later and I’m back to playing cookie run kingdom) have some sketches 🫴✨

[imaginariumwanderer]

Espresseleine for a discord server buddy who ships it

[revivedslushie]

I maybe delusional but was Wedding Cake Cookie referring to them?

Black Forest I love you and your design is peak but Pastry isn't going to hear you out girl

Wind Archer doodles cuz I love him. He beat Burning Spice in Creme de la Creme AS HE SHOULD

[narxcisse]

— How they express their love.

– With: Shadow Milk, Burning Spice, Pure Vanilla, Dark Cacao, Clotted Cream, Espresso, Madeleine, Dark Choco, Black Sapphire, Red Velvet and Smoked Cheese.

– CW: none, I guess- + This is a gift for a friend who loves mischaracterization- This may not be 100% accurate because of that.

– Legendaries ver. here!

— A/N: Remember, requests are open! You can read my pinned post for more information. (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

— English isn't my native language.

— Shadow Milk

Love, to him, is a game—dangerous, dizzying, but always sincere behind the mask.

He’ll pull you into illusions, only to break them with a whisper of, “But this… this moment is real.”

He expresses affection in riddles, teasing smirks, and elaborate performances meant only for your eyes.

But in the quiet, when the lights fade, he rests his head in your lap like a tired actor offstage.

— Burning Spice

He doesn’t say “I love you.” He fights for you, bleeds for you, burns for you.

His love is fierce, raw—every touch is searing, every look charged with fire.

You’ll find it in the way he always places himself between you and danger, even if he jokes, “Don’t get soft on me.”

He teaches you how to wield strength, and admires when you stand tall next to him.

When he wraps his arms around you in the dead of night, heat humming beneath his dough, that’s when you hear it—“You’re the only calm I don’t want to destroy.”

— Pure Vanilla

His love is gentle and unwavering, like sunlight through stained glass.

He tends to your wounds, physical or not, with hands that tremble when you’re hurting.

He doesn’t need grand gestures; a quiet cup of tea with you, a moment of silence holding hands, is enough.

Still, he writes you letters when he misses you... Even if you’re just in the next room.

He looks at you like you’re something sacred. “In a world full of darkness, you are the reason I still choose to believe in light.”

— Dark Cacao

He’s not vocal with affection—but his love is a mountain: unmoving, unshakeable, ever-present.

He shows it in how he ensures your safety first in battle, how his presence silently lingers near you during hardship.

When he places his hand on your shoulder, it says more than a dozen confessions.

Sometimes, when the fire dies low and his armor is set aside, he’ll let you rest your head against his chest, his arms wrapped around you.

“You are my strength… not a weakness. Never a weakness.”

— Clotted Cream

Love, for him, is elegance—a strategic offer of heart amidst diplomacy and perfection.

He shows it in quiet moments, in the way his gloved fingers trace yours absentmindedly.

He ensures you are heard, defended, and respected in rooms full of power.

But in private, he lets the smile fall—soft, vulnerable, real.

“You are my sanctuary. When I speak to you, I don’t need to calculate my words.”

— Espresso

He shows love in acts of service—staying up all night to make your favorite brew just right.

You catch him putting your books back in order or scribbling your name into the margins of his notes.

He’ll scoff at romance, but his voice lowers when he calls your name, and his eyes soften when you enter the room.

He always makes space beside him for you, even in the most cramped of libraries.

“You are the one variable in life I will never seek to solve—only understand.”

— Madeleine

He loves like a knight from the old tales—dramatically, sincerely, and entirely.

Every chance he gets, he sings your praises, literally and figuratively.

He brings you flowers, recites sonnets (even if badly), and beams whenever you laugh.

When his guard lowers, he clings to you like the world finally makes sense.

“With you beside me, my light shines brighter. And I would guard yours with my life.”

— Dark Choco

He loves like someone who’s terrified to lose again.

He’ll hesitate, falter, but still offer you his hand, his broken heart.

He expresses it in protection, in the way his eyes always scan the room when you’re near.

When he trusts you enough to let you hold him, it means everything.

“I am… flawed. Tainted. But if I can protect you, maybe there’s still something good in me.”

— Black Sapphire

He flirts with the world, but reserves truth for you.

Behind the smooth-talking and half-smiles, he lets you see the silence—where real feeling lives.

He always has some gossip to tell you in the middle of the night before going to sleep, his voice a low murmur while he draws you closer to him, not wanting to be away from you.

He always knows how you feel before you speak, and shows up when you need him most.

“You’re the only script I never want to rewrite.”

— Red Velvet

Love to him is responsibility and loyalty—it’s consistency.

He’s softest when he’s with the Cake Hounds and you. You’re part of his family.

He remembers your likes, your habits, and makes adjustments in his plans to include you without a word.

He’s not showy, but every time he glances at you, there’s tenderness.

“I don’t say much… but you’re someone I fight for. Every day.”

— Smoked Cheese

He shows love like it’s a secret code—only noticeable if you know how to read it.

He’ll scoff, tease, and roll his eyes, but his body is always angled toward you, always attentive.

His gestures are subtle: pulling you behind him when danger arises, leaving food just the way you like it, keeping his eye on you when you think he isn’t.

When he lets you see his worry, his vulnerability, it means more than any grand confession ever could.

And if you ever get hurt? He loses it.

“You think I’m harsh? You should see how I act when I don’t care. …You’re lucky I do.”

[envcry]

celebrating pride in the creme republic

[unluckyprime]

welcome to my cookie run au where everything is the same except this cringefail club exists . big sword bitches forever

bonuses:

[i-ate-a-purse]

Small Esmad art dump

Putting these under the cut since they’re a bit suggestive- nothing big, but just in case

[wister1ap3tals]

Silly espresseleine drawing i did a while ago

[cuppajj]

Custard III and the paladin’s shadow

Custard Cookie III once aspired to be a king. But when the king he looked up to became a penitent beast, he questioned if he was truly worthy of such a title. What if, no matter how hard he tried to face adversity with his strength and his friends, he too ended up hurting those he cared about?

Madeleine Cookie would assure him with a beam in his voice. The times were tumultuous, but with the power of hope, community, and the determination to fight, there was nothing they couldn’t do in the shadow of the beasts. The knight commander heralded that hope for everyone in the Crème Republic. Custard III, nephew of its Consul, clung to it for all of his younger years. Back then, he never saw a blemish in Madeleine Cookie’s heroic demeanor and admired his resilience when everyone around him struggled to pick up the pieces.

But now he’s a little older, and he’s begun to realize that he was oblivious to the paladin’s behavior. Behavior that seems… off, in a way he can’t explain. Is it his integrity, his behavior when he thinks no one else is around? Is it the weight of his loss that has finally gotten to him? Is it the fact he disappears into thin air, returning a long time later with emptiness in his eyes? There’s something about Madeleine that Custard III wants—needs—to understand. When one of the brightest lights of hope flickers, what does it mean for everyone who looks to it? And more importantly, what can be done to help him?

Perhaps it’s time the adolescent cookie sought those answers out. Perhaps he was never meant to follow him.