#holy dart cookie

[alex-frostwalker]

Oh GOD- I'm just thinking of a darn scenario on the Beast Ancients AU

There are a group of knights/adventures of some kind, are assigned to investigate some disturbance in the forest that happens at night. Or just passing through

They held out their torches as they move forward to explore, they go deeper into the forest until trees cover up the sky.

And notice more strange orchids lighting up the way as its appearing by the sides of the path as they went further...

Till they saw someone approaches from the shadows.

That person steps out and it's..

Saint Vanilla Cookie.

Along with the Lambs of Penance.

The group is shocked and has this in their mind when they reached this point.

RUN /FIGHT FOR YOUR LIFE

They got ambushed.

They run and fight as the cult surprised them. Some fought back and protect each other as they got overrun by the Lambs.

The Bishop smiles cruelly as they got hunted down.

As they try to fight and escape, they fall one by one, as they got hit by darts by the shadows, immobilizing them... Paralyzing them to their mercy. Some got caught by other Lambs or the, and some by Saint Vanilla himself.

Hearing the chilling screams before they got.. Silenced... Restrained... And... 'Saved'

The remaining members run back to where they entered and turned their head back and get glimpse of the horror they saw as they run.

Saint Vanilla opening up his tearyeyes with a faint loving sinister glow as they run away.

They got back to a village town and took a breather... But that left dread in their hearts as they hear the screams of the group in their head.

I was listening to Scylla and this idea shot me.

[xaytheloser]

More Beast Ancient au Sketches of Sour Butter (also Cream Wafer is there to I guess)

basically in the the Neo Beast au, Sour Butter is given a prophecy by the Witch of Justice to aid in the destruction and punishment of the new Beasts. they encounter the Lambs of Penance first, barely escaping from Cream Wafer Cookie, being left with a nasty scar left by them from Holy Dart Cookie.

(they also may develop a BIT of a savior complex on the way, let them be a bit fucked up, as a treat <3 /silly)

expect more Neo Beast fanart also bc this au is fueling my brainrot heehee :33

as usual, the Neo Beast au, Cream Wafer, and Holy Dart Cookie belongs to @cuppajj 

[bl0ssom-skies]

Wanted to doodle her.... her design is so pretty

(Characters and AU owned by @cuppajj!!)

[guardian-of-harmony]

Flicker of the Past

Holy Dart needs comfort, and I wanna give her some. She's adorable (and scary)

Pt. 4 of Broken Unity! Part 3 down below. AU By @cuppajj (I'm happy you like it so far!)

She felt numb.

Her left eye hurt extremely bad, and she couldn't move her body. She remembered she shot the tranquilizer dart at that Cookie, then they caught it... And that's all she remembered.

Opening her good eye, Holy Dart realized she was in a bed. Her cloak was off, revealing her black, sleeveless leather suit. Her left eye was bandaged due to the dart literally puncturing through it like a target.

Holy then jerked up as she noticed this wasn't a room in Saint Vanilla's castle. It seemed more... normal, more modern. She silently went to move before a firm voice made her freeze.

"I suggest not making your wound worse. Your tumble made you impale your side on the gate."

She kept her head low as subtle footsteps made their way next to her. Holy Dart didn't dare look up when Vanilla Flower Tea Cookie stared down at her quietly, the very stare freezing the Lamb to her core. For some reason, she had the feeling she made a grave mistake trying to snipe Vanilla.

Her body wanted to move, but something told her she would die if she even lifted a finger.

The female Cookie jerked slightly when she saw Flower's hands move towards her, then paused when a bowl of warm stew was placed in front of her. Blinking in confusion, Dart slowly looked up at Flower, who glanced back at her. "I can tell you haven't eaten much. Eat this slowly to replenish your strength."

When she was left alone, Holy Dart looked at the food in front of her again, not knowing what to do. She stared at it for a while before her stomach gurgled angrily, wanting to be filled immediately. After conflicting thoughts fought in her head, she slowly brought it to her lips and took a slow sip.

It was the most delicious stew she had ever tasted. It might as well have been the only stew she had ever tasted.

Due to her hunger, she drank it all in one sitting. She didn't eat much, so this was pretty welcoming to her. Holy then looked down at her torso, and saw that bandages were wrapped around tightly, a faint red stain peeking out. So she really did get stabbed in the side.

"..."

After some time had passed, Flower came back inside to collect the bowl, but also to give the young woman some berry tea. Her eyes glanced at the little Lamb, analyzing her condition. Malnourishment, a bit jumpy, and quiet most of the time.

'Poor child... She probably doesn't trust others much.' Flower thought to herself. She walked to the closet, then came back and placed some fresh clothes and a towel at the foot of the bed. "You can use the bathroom if you want. Just be careful with your injury, or you can call for me if you need help." She then left Holy alone again, who simply stared at what was provided for her before sipping the berry tea slowly.

A part of her felt... grateful, for her care. Even though Flower was supposed to be an enemy... Why did Holy feel more... at home here than at the kingdom? No, don't get tricked. It was probably a way to get her fooled.

Looking around, the Lamb noticed pictures and metals near the window. From afar, it looked like something similar to military medals. The pictures showcased a female Cookie, but her appearance was somewhat deadly. Intrigued, Holy slowly moved off the bed and moved closer to pick one up.

When she stared at it, she was surprised. The woman had a leathery, captain-like outfit and two handguns in each hand. Her hair was black, with creamy yellow highlights. Her eyes were both dark red, but her face was extremely familiar.

"..."

Holy then looked at the metals, and saw that their designs were nothing like the medals from the army. Some looked like elegant stars, while others looked extreme - like mini swords or even a spiky heart.

Putting the picture back, Holy sat down on the bed and thought to herself. Just what kind of monster was this Cookie? Was this even the same person? No, there was no way... Then again...

She had heard rumors about this Cookie, even saw her in action one time but she was thankfully spared. Those hungry red eyes would always haunt her memory, even when she came into the Lambs of Penance.

Holy hugged herself, a growing case of fear spreading through her doughy body.

Meanwhile, Vanilla was cooking in the kitchen, Crepe and Choco watching her from the living room. They sipped their tea while looking at a photo book that Vanilla allowed them to peek at. They couldn't help but be impressed at how cute she looked when she was younger. "Wow... She looks so adorable there..." The Cacaoian chuckled softly at a picture of 7-year-old Vanilla Flower holding up a bunch of vanilla orchids.

"Not as adorable as me, but... Still cute." Crepe muttered, blushing slightly at the pure adorableness of their sister figure. Shadow Milk Cookie giggled as he leaned in to get a better look. "I have to say, Nilly's cousin is much more cuter than he was." Crepe glared at him lightly as he raised his hands in surrender. "I'm just saying! She is cute! Then AND now!"

The jester wasn't lying; Flower, to him, looked like an adorable gem. Pure- Saint Vanilla was too when he was a baby, he had to admit. Both looked so innocent in their early lives, but of course you could only stay innocent for so long.

Then, another picture caught all of their attention. It was her face, but she appeared to be in some sort of trial. She had a scythe in her hand as she was in the air, jam spraying around in the air and floor. Her eyes were dark red, but full of fire. They all stared at the picture, then back at Flower who was making a salad, back and forth for a few moments before blinking in confusion.

"Should we ask...?" Crepe whispered. Choco shook his head, "Not yet. Let's go pick another book." Shadow Milk pouted but hovered near Crepe as he leaned his head on his hands. Just when things were getting exciting, of course it had to be ruined.

He then glanced back at Flower, who was cleaning up the table. A sneaky idea popped in his head, and he giggled.

"Don't even think about it." Crepe said softly, glaring at Shadow Milk again. The jester whined but listened, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms. Meanwhile, Choco was still confused...

'Who the heck are they talking to?'

[browhyihatethis]

Your Honor, In Defense Of The Neobeasts, They're Just A Little Silly (7389 words) by I_am_anidiot Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Cookie Run (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Made this in the car. Beast Ancients AU, and all it's characters, belong to @cuppajj

[nebby-exists]

Different for the Lantern…

(might make a Dragonberry x primrose angst version but have the runaway flower with possible daddy issues because her father is a cult leader-)

(minor spoilers ig to what i have in mind for Orchid’s story? Idk- plus idk if in the BAAU edition of Vanilla does Christmas differently or nah.)

(also I apologize if the writing is terrible, I’m pretty rusty since it’s been a while since I’ve written a fanfic).

(Warning: OOC, potentially odd writing-)

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This time of year when snow would dress the land with a white blanket….when families big and small and cookies big and small gather to give and gain joy….was a time of year The Lantern Child would both dread and wondered of. This year would be the first Christmas without her Father. No morning hugs from the Saint, and no hearing the lambs with their carols. But atleast no one worried much of her playing in the snow, only for the Saint to help sneak her out to the snow. Of course he kept watch of her so she didn’t disappear into a pile of snow again and made her wear a coat and boots. Afterall, He’s still her father and tries making up the time when he’s not present.

This time however, The two were far separate, the Lantern Child within a city for the time being while he was none the wiser of her location. It felt, lonely almost for her. While she was around friends she made and folk she sees as family, it felt odd to be far. Never to give a present to her father in person, only to leave presents behind in her room for the occasions. She would never grasp a present into her hands for her from the lambs, but would now grasp the surprise of gifts from those of her new family. It was strange, as the only gifts outside of the Penance were some of the neobeasts. She could only see it as a way to distract and appease the Saint in a way, other than the rare occasion of the Frosted king sending one and when the Faerie queen sent one.

But this time, it felt genuine almost…as if the smiles of her new companions and those around her were abit more eased as if talking to another cookie. Like she wasn’t a child of a Neobeast, but as a friend and almost family to them. She got to play with the other kids, eat and talk with other cookies, and even given and received gifts from other cookies. All like she was a normal being. Not a Demi-god, not a mini angel of death, and not of her father. A child, without ties to someone’s evil and a child of these people.

She couldn’t help but be filled with joy at this. Did she not feel grateful for what the Lambs and their Saintly Sheperd’s care? She worried of such but could never not look back at it with shame. She knew of care and the fact she was atleast treated well. But why the joy, isn’t too far to tell why.

Still, the Lantern child would now sit by the hearth, reminiscing of both good and old, new and bad. She made it this far, and gained so much despite everything. She’d hug the gifted book to her chest. One whose title read “Healing and Life: The Ways to Use Magic for the Wellbeing.” The big book fit comfortably in her arms, and a boost in her journey when she would open it. But today by the insistence of the others, she would refrain from diving into her studies until the holiday would be over. After all, she doesn’t have anyone to take it away from her. Not this time.

It’s here to stay, and she as well. Albeit for a time.

….

still…

she wonders of how The Lambs are doing. How the Bishop planned and preached and How the Holy Dart worked and heeded.

How her Father must be feeling, or if he knew of her disappearance at all…

she hopes he’s okay, even if he was still a broken man inside as she realized. That he won’t worry nor feel angry for her choice, resting well and taking care of himself. He may be a Neobeast, but still the caring and kind father that held her close to his heart. None could make her hate him, they’d both hope. …..

……..

Let’s hope he’s disillusioned…atleast for his daughter’s sake.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Saint Vanilla/holy dart/Cream wafer/ BAAU by @cuppajj

white orchid/lantern mage by me :333333

[estellesdoll]

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𓄹 ࣪.𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𓄹 ࣪.𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 𓄹 ࣪.𝒏𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𓄹 ࣪.𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 : Chris and the reader plan the ultimate Christmas reveal for Nick: he's going to be an uncle.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 : future dad!chris sturniolo x pregnant!reader

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 : pure fluff

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 : 1k

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 :HELLO, EVERYONE! WE’VE FINALLY REACHED THE END OF THE POSTS ON THE CHRISTMAS MASTERLIST. I WISH YOU A WONDERFUL NEW YEAR AND THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR SUPPORT!

I know this Christmas masterlist is filled with pregnant!reader content, but I honestly couldn’t resist 😭.

You sat on the couch, sipping hot cocoa as Chris fussed over the placement of a particular ornament for the third time.

“Babe, it looks fine,” you said, laughing softly. “Nick’s not gonna notice if the star isn’t perfectly aligned.”

Chris turned to you, holding the ornament like it was the Holy Grail. “He notices everything. You know he’ll make some snarky comment about my lack of symmetry. I just want this to be perfect.”

You rolled your eyes affectionately, running a hand over your small but noticeable baby bump. “It’s not like he’s gonna be staring at the tree once he opens his gift.”

Chris set the ornament down and walked over to kneel in front of you, resting his hands on your knees. “You think he’s gonna freak out?”

You tilted your head, pretending to think. “Hmm. Freak out as in scream and throw himself on the floor? Or freak out as in go completely silent and then explode five minutes later?”

Chris laughed, his dimples making an appearance. “I’m betting on the second one.”

You grinned, reaching out to smooth his hair. “Either way, it’s gonna be a Christmas he’ll never forget.”

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The sound of the front door opening echoed through the house, followed by Nick’s unmistakable voice.

“Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals!” he called out, his footsteps heavy as he stomped snow off his boots. “Where’s the eggnog? And why does it smell like cinnamon in here? Did you two join a Hallmark movie cult?”

Chris smirked and got up, heading toward the hallway. “We’re in the living room, Einstein. And no, we just know how to set the mood.”

Nick appeared a moment later, carrying a tray of cookies and a bottle of eggnog. His eyes immediately darted to the Christmas tree. “Wow. This is…a lot. Did you hire an interior decorator, or is this all you, Chris?”

“Rude,” Chris shot back, crossing his arms. “I’ll have you know I did all of this myself. With some help, of course.”

Nick’s gaze shifted to you, and he raised a brow. “Let me guess—she’s the one with the actual taste?”

You laughed, holding up your mug. “Guilty as charged.”

Nick plopped down on the couch beside you, draping an arm over the backrest. “Well, I gotta say, this is impressive. Almost too impressive. Are you two hiding something? Because this is giving ‘we’re about to drop a major bombshell’ energy.”

Chris shot you a quick look, his lips twitching as he tried to hide a grin. “What? Us? No way. Just a totally normal, boring Christmas Eve.”

Nick narrowed his eyes but didn’t press further.

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After some idle chit-chat and cookie munching, Chris clapped his hands together. “Alright, time for gifts!”

Nick raised a brow. “We’re doing this before dinner? That’s suspicious.”

“Just go with it,” you said, biting back a laugh.

Chris handed Nick the golden gift box, his expression carefully neutral. “This one’s from both of us.”

Nick eyed the box suspiciously. “This better not be another one of those prank gifts. I’m still traumatized from the time you gave me that fake lottery ticket.”

“Just open it,” Chris urged, gesturing impatiently.

With a dramatic sigh, Nick tore into the wrapping paper, revealing the plain cardboard box inside. “Oh, good. A box. Just what I’ve always wanted.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re impossible.”

Nick lifted the lid, and the sarcasm melted from his face the moment he saw the onesie inside. He stared at it, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to process the words printed across the fabric: Best Uncle Ever.

For a long moment, he said nothing. Then he looked up, his eyes darting between you and Chris. “Wait. Is this—are you—?”

Chris grinned, his dimples on full display. “Surprise.”

Nick let out a disbelieving laugh, running a hand through his hair. “No freaking way. You’re having a baby?!”

You nodded, tears pricking your eyes. “You’re gonna be an uncle, Nick.”

Nick shot to his feet, pacing back and forth in front of the tree. “Holy crap. This is huge. Like, this is the biggest thing that’s ever happened to this family. I mean, aside from me being born, obviously.”

Chris snorted. “Obviously.”

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Nick spun around, pointing a finger at Chris. “You realize this means you have to get your act together, right? No more last-minute Target runs for diapers. And you better start reading parenting books, like, yesterday.”

Chris held up his hands in mock surrender. “Relax, Dr. Phil. We’ve got it under control.”

Nick turned to you, his expression softening. “And you—you’re gonna be the best mom ever. But, uh, just so you know, I’m claiming the title of ‘favorite uncle’ right now.”

You laughed, wiping at your eyes. “Deal.”

He dropped back onto the couch, shaking his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe this. This is the best Christmas present ever. You guys really outdid yourselves.”

Chris nudged him. “So, you’re happy?”

“Happy? Are you kidding? I’m ecstatic. This kid’s gonna have the coolest uncle ever. I’m talking matching outfits, secret handshakes, the works.”

Chris groaned. “Oh God. What have we done?”

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The rest of the evening was a blur of laughter, hugs, and heartfelt conversations. Nick insisted on re-wrapping the onesie so he could open it again, and Chris recorded his reaction for posterity.

Later, as the three of you sat by the fire, Nick leaned over and placed a hand on your belly. “Hey, kiddo. It’s your Uncle Nick. Just so you know, I’m gonna teach you all the cool stuff. Like how to make the perfect peanut butter sandwich. And how to annoy your dad.”

Chris rolled his eyes. “Great. Just what I needed.”

You smiled, resting your hand over Nick’s. “This baby is already so loved.”

As the fire crackled and the snow fell outside, you couldn’t help but feel that this Christmas was the start of something truly magical.

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Holy Dart’s desertion isn’t tolerated by the Order

[alex-frostwalker]

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Beast Ancients AU and Holy Dart Cookie belongs to @cuppajj

Berry Trifle Cookie belongs to me

Just putting my Cookie OC, who is a mercenary. In the Beast Ancients AU for funsies.

[azriels-shadowsinger]

Confessions (Azriel x Reader) - Part Two

wc: 3.7k

warnings: smut! minors dni!

a/n: thank you so much for all the love on part 1!! hope yall enjoy!

Read Part One

Once you are alone again, you immediately go in search of Azriel. Maybe you’re imagining it, but you swear your lips are still tingling from where he kissed you. You don’t even know what you would say to him after royally fucking up that entire conversation, but you have to try. His usual spots were no luck, as were his room and basically the rest of the House of Wind.

He’s gone. Fuck.

The next best option to to go find Mor and hopefully sort through some of the thoughts racing inside your head. You find her in her room, lounging on her bed reading. She gives you that same worried and apologetic look from earlier, but you stop her before she can apologize again.

“Don’t say anything. It's fine, I’m fine. But we need to talk, like right now.” You say anxiously and sit on her bed with her. After you repeat to her everything that Azriel had said, Mor is beaming from ear to ear.

“He really said that? Holy gods, y/n! What did he say when you told him you felt the same way?” Her eyes are wide with excitement.

“Well…. I didn’t. Feyre interrupted to check on me, and then he left before I could tell him anything. And now he’s nowhere to be found.” You sigh and try to hide the disappointment on your face.

“Oh y/n. I’m sorry.” She says softly and wraps an arm around you. “He just left? He didn’t even give you a chance to say how you feel?” She questions.

“Not exactly…” you draw back, embarrassed. “He was basically begging me to tell him I felt the same, but I completely froze and didn’t say anything.” I murmur and look at my hands, ashamed.

“Y/n!” Mor yells.

“I know, I know! I’m a gods damn idiot! This is what I have wanted for literally centuries, but once I finally get a chance�� I completely fuck it up!” You flop back onto her bed in defeat, running your hands over your face. “I don’t know what happened! He kissed me, and I just froze! What is wrong with me?” You groan. Mor rubs a soothing hand on your arm.

“It will be okay. You said he wasn’t anywhere in the House of Wind, so he probably found some mission that sent him away for a few days, just like he always does when he is avoiding his problems.” She reassures. You nod in agreement. “In the meantime, you need to figure out what the hell you are even gonna say to him, because you really can’t fuck it up again." She chuckles, and you throw a pillow at her.

“Not helpful, Mor!” You laugh.

———

Days pass, and there is no word from Azriel. Rhys said he should be back by the end of the week and even used his daemati powers to request that he return earlier, but Azriel refused.

You try not to let his absence and your lingering anxiety about the situation bother you too much. On the outside, you go about your day as normal, but internally, you feel like a complete gods damn mess.

———

The weekend arrives, and you anxiously await any news that Azriel is back. You don’t even bother trying to be subtle, checking the hallway between your rooms every time you hear the slightest noise.

Soon it is well after midnight, and you begin to accept that he isn’t coming home any time soon. You wander down to the kitchens in search of something overly sweet to ease your sorrows. Several chocolate chunk cookies later, courtesy of Elain, you still don’t feel much better. You stare out the kitchen window while you eat, lost in thought of what to do now.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see something move. You turn around to look, but no one is there. You were about to call it a night and go back to your room when you see the shadows in the corner moving ever so slightly. Your breath catches in your throat and you stare at the wisps of darkness. Could it be?

Two small shadows dart out of the corner toward you. Having been caught, they move closer and swirl around your legs eagerly.

The cool sensation makes you giggle, and you look down at them, ignoring the ache in your chest that it wasn’t him. But he must be here somewhere if his shadows are back. You rush up to your room, shadows trailing behind you. Just as you turn onto your hallway, you see Azriel standing outside his door. He stops and stares at you for a moment, a pained look in his eyes. Before you can say anything, he quickly slips into his room and shuts the door.

Okay, ouch. You get that he might not want to talk, but he could at least be civil. The two shadows at your side linger for a moment before slipping under his door as well. Once again, you are alone.

———

Morning comes after a very poor night’s sleep. You wait until the sun peaks above the horizon before stepping into the hall and sitting on the floor against the wall, waiting for Azriel. Half an hour passes, and he still hasn’t emerged from his room. That’s unusual, he’s usually up to train by now. You knock on his door, but the other side is silent. He must already be gone.

You make your way to the training ring, and thankfully you found him there. Azriel and Cassian were sparring hand-to-hand in the ring, and it was apparently a very intense match since they were both glistening with sweat. Azriel faces away from you, so you can only see his shirtless back, but holy gods his back. You can’t help but stare as his broad shoulders move and his muscles ripple. Cassian finally notices you after several minutes and smirks at you, stopping the match. Azriel looks behind himself in confusion, but his expression immediately changes to panic when he sees you.

Well, it’s now or never. He will just keep evading you if you don’t talk to him now. You walk over to the training ring.

“Good morning, boys. Cass, do you mind if I step in and practice my sparring with Azriel? I’m a bit rusty and could use his help.” You ask sweetly, giving him a very obvious glare that says to leave. You’re not sure what all Azriel has told him, but he catches the hint immediately.

“Oh, uh, yeah. I have to, uh… go find Nesta.” He hurries off, leaving you alone with Azriel.

Azriel takes a step, like he wants to leave too, but you step in front of him.

“What do you want, y/n?” His prominent dark circles and sad eyes make your chest ache.

“I told you, I want to practice sparring. Just like we used to.” You give a hopeful smile and pull your hair up. He sighs in defeat and steps back into the ring with you. His shadows inch forward like they want to approach you, but ultimately stay by his side.

“Fine. But I don’t want to talk.” He mumbles. You nod and get into your fighting stance. He seems very apprehensive to attack first, so you make the first move. After a few minutes, the two of you get into the groove of it, moving so naturally with one another.

“You. Don’t have. To talk.” You say breathlessly between attempted punches. “But I’m gonna.” He obviously doesn’t like that, so he starts fighting back harder in an attempt to keep you from talking. You smirk at his increase in effort, dodging his punches. “Nice try. You forget who trained me.” The side of his mouth upticks ever so slightly.

“You’re right. That means I know all your moves.” He says smugly and avoids your attack. You try not to let his voice distract you, but damn, it’s so nice to finally hear him talk somewhat normally to you after so long.

“Last week, I didn’t-“ He swings at you, causing your words to cut off. You step aside and try again. "As I was saying-“ Another swing. You give him an annoyed glare and he just shrugs. “Azriel, will you please just let me ta-“ You dodge another attack. This is ridiculous, and it ends now. Quicker than he can react, you move behind him and knock his feet out from under him with one swift kick, immediately moving to pin his arms down and straddle his waist. Azriel half-heartedly fights back for a moment before giving up.

“Fine. You win. Can you let me go?” He avoids your gaze. You tighten your grip on his wrists. Azriel’s shadows wrap themselves around your legs, and you savor the familiar feeling of their chill.

“No. You’re gonna let me talk.” You and Azriel both know he could get out of your hold in a matter of seconds, but the fact that he doesn’t means he must be willing to hear you out. You take a deep breath and focus your spiraling thoughts. Azriel gives a silent nod, still looking anywhere but your eyes.

“Look, I messed up last week. I was still kinda freaked out about what happened with Mikael.” Azriel flinches at the name, his expression turning murderous.

“Fucking piece of shit got what he deserved.” Azriel mutters under his breath. You try not to think too hard about what that means, but the blood on his clothes last week makes it pretty clear what happened.

“Anyway, I was still freaked out, and then you were asking me to tell you if I meant what I said that night, and I just got embarrassed and panicked.” You take a deep breath. This is it. “I’ve spent centuries trying to hide my feelings from you. I even tried dating other males, but ultimately each relationship ended because I put you before them. And when you started spending more time with Elain, I got jealous and decided that I had to try and move on for real. So when you asked me to tell you how I felt, I just couldn’t handle the heartache. And then you kissed me, and every single thought left my brain. I heard you tell me how you felt, I heard you ask me to tell you I felt the same, but I couldn’t form the words Az.” He finally looks up at you, his eyes wide and hopeful. “And you left before I could get my shit together and tell you. So let me say it now. I have loved you, as more than my best friend, for longer than I can remember Az. I’m sorry I couldn’t figure out how to say that last week.” He looks surprised. "It's always been you.” You repeat the words he told you last week.

A moment passes. Then two. And then his hands are free from your grip, pulling you close to him and kissing you deeply. You don’t hesitate this time, kissing him back with just as much passion. Azriel’s hips lift slightly, making you suddenly very aware of your current position. You hesitantly move yourself to go from straddling his waist to straddling his hips, unsure of what exactly he wants to happen. He freezes for a moment, causing you to overthink and pull away slightly, but before you can pull back completely, Azriel’s hands grip your hips and pull them closer to his. He groans softly into your mouth, letting one hand move from your hip to the nape of your neck, pulling you closer.

One second, you are on top of him kissing, and the next he is flipping you onto your back, holding himself up with one hand next to your head while the other caresses your waist. His mouth begins to trail down your neck and onto the column of your throat, giving you rough kisses along the way. A small whimper leaves you, which only seems to encourage him more.

From across the training ring, you hear voices approaching. Shit, you both completely forgot where you are and how public this is. Azriel pulls away and quickly stands, reaching out a hand towards you to help you up. You wonder if the interruption will be the end of this heated moment between the two of you, but Azriel pulls you by the waist close to him.

“Your room or mine?” He asks with a strained voice. The voices get closer, and before you can answer, Azriel lifts you up with your legs around his waist and winnows you to his room.

———

Once you arrive inside Azriel’s room, he gently sets you on his bed and takes a step back, staring at you. You can’t tell what his expression says, but you suddenly feel very shy under his intense stare.

“Uh, you okay?” You ask hesitantly. He gives you a grin and nods.

“I’m great. More than great. I’m just taking a second to admire this moment because I’ve spent the pst week feeling like Prythian’s biggest idiot for confessing my feelings to you when you didn’t feel the same way.” He stalks closer to you, his grin transforming into a lustful smirk. “But now that I know you feel the same way…” he towers over you, gently pushing you back onto the bed as he moves above you. “I am going to savor this. Every. Single. Second.” He kisses up your neck between his last few words.

“Oh… uh, okay.” You blush hard as the words come out in a whisper and every thought leaves your brain. Well, every thought except for Azriel. His hands tangle into your hair as he kisses you, but unlike before, this kiss isn’t overly eager and desperate. It’s purposeful and passionate, but the hunger from before still lingers between the two of you. Azriel’s hands slowly slide up your waist, under your shirt. His fingers play with the hem for a moment.

“Is this okay?” He whispers in your ear and softly bites your earlobe. You nod in response, but he pulls back and puts a hand on your cheek. “I need to hear you say it. You need to tell me exactly how far you want to go. I don’t want to do something you aren’t comfortable with.”

“Az. Please, I need you. All of you.” You plead.

“Thank the gods.” He wastes no time slipping his hands under your shirt and bra. His fingers graze over your nipples softly, causing you to whimper quietly. Azriel pulls your shirt off and quickly unclasps your bra, throwing it across his room. His eyes darken as he stares at you. You instinctively try to cover yourself, but he immediately pins both of your wrists above your head with one of his hands. “Don’t you dare hide from me, sweetheart. You are fucking gorgeous.” His words come out low and gravelly, causing you to blush a deep shade of pink.

Azriel lowers his mouth to one nipple and sucks, biting gently, while he rolls the other one between his fingers. The sensation makes you let out a low moan. He switches, making sure to give both equal attention before moving lower.

“Can I trust you to keep your hands up there?” He asks gruffly.

“And if I don’t?” You challenge with a smirk. Azriel gives a low chuckle. You feel the familiar chill of his shadows moving up your arms and around your wrists, restraining you. Two more shadows start playing with your nipples and the cold feeling makes you arch your back.

“I always wondered how you would be in bed.” He lowers himself toward your stomach. “But it seems like you like to be a brat.” His eyes gleam with excitement. “And if this wasn’t the first time that I get to worship your body, believe me, I would fuck the brattiness right out of you.” His fingers play with the hem of your pants as he kisses down your navel. “But I’m gonna let that attitude slide just this once.” His filthy words send a rush of heat to your core.

His hot breath dances over your skin and he slowly drags down your pants and panties all at once. Azriel stares at your pussy with complete adoration in his eyes.

“You are so fucking stunning, sweetheart.” He groans and teases a finger around your entrance. “And so fucking wet. Gods y/n, you might have the prettiest pussy I have ever seen.” His fingers trail up to your clit and he circles it softly. Moans spill from your lips freely now as you buck your hips towards him. “Patience. I’m just getting started.” He smirks and spreads your legs wide, before lowering his mouth to your core.

Azriel switches between kitten licks to your clit and teasing your hole with his tongue. Your moans get louder as you become more desperate.

“More. Fuck, Az, more please.” You beg. He pushes one of his long fingers into your pussy and curls it, making you cry out.

“You like that, sweetheart?” He asks with a smug smirk, as if he doesn’t know the damn answer. His shadows continue to tease your nipples, while one trails down to circle your clit while Azriel fucks you with his fingers. You had never felt pleasure this good, this intense. Azriel returns to sucking your clit, occasionally grazing his teeth across it, causing you to throw your head back and moan loudly. The familiar feeling of pleasure builds in your core. As if he can tell you are close, he speeds up his fingers. “That’s it, y/n. Come for me.”

“Fuck Azriel!” You yell and clench around his fingers while grinding on his face. Your orgasm rips through you like an explosion. Azriel draws the feeling out longer with his fingers continuously moving inside you—slower now. “Az, please. I want you inside me. Now.” You whine. He looks up at you with a shit-eating grin, his chin wet with your arousal.

“I have waited a long fucking time to finally taste you, so I will stop once I get my fill.” He puts his tongues back on your clit and gives it a soft lick, causing your hips to buck at the intensified feeling. “Give me one more like this, sweetheart. I need you to cum on my face one more time before I’ll be satisfied.” He buries his face between your legs, eating you out like a male starved. This might be the hottest thing you have ever experienced. No male has ever been so eager to eat you out, especially not this well, and definitely never twice in a row.

It doesn’t take long for Azriel to bring you to the edge again. His fingers thrust inside your soaked cunt as he sucks your clit.

“Cum for me, sweetheart.” Right as your release bursts inside you, Azriel moves his face back up to your mouth, keeping his fingers in your pussy and on your clit to coax you through the orgasm. His shadows release your hands, and you grab onto his shoulders as he swallows your moans with his kiss. You eventually come down from your high and take a steadying breath.

Azriel grins down at you like a kid on Winter Solstice who got every present he wanted. “You are breathtaking, y/n.” He kisses you again and moves his hips above yours. “Are you sure, sweetheart?” His gentle tone fills you with warmth.

“Please, Azriel. Please fuck me.” He groans at your words and lines his tip up with your entrance.

“Let me know if you need me to stop, okay?” You nod. He slowly pushes himself into you, one inch at a time. Fuck, you knew he was big, but this is something else. “Are you okay?” He asks. You nod and lift your hips to meet his, encouraging him to keep going. Azriel pushes himself entirely into you and gives a low moan.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you feel so fucking good.” He starts to slowly move in and out, gradually picking up his pace until he is pounding into you, his eyes screwed shut in pleasure. “This pussy was fucking made for me.” He moans and drops his forehead onto yours. You feel your pleasure building again as his hand reaches down to rub your clit.

“I’m close, Az.” You moan into his shoulder. This causes him to slow down slightly, opting for agonizingly slow and deep thrusts.

“Not yet, y/n. I need to feel you more.”

Thrust

“I have wanted this for so long.”

Thrust

“So fucking long.”

Thrust

“And now you’re mine.”

Thrust

His eyes pour into yours intensely.

“I have loved you since I first met you, y/n.” He says in an intimately hushed tone.

“I love you too, Az. I have for so long.” Your words pull a moan from him, and he picks his pace back up, pounding his cock into you. His fingers return to your clit and he rubs circles, drawing out high-pitched moans from you.

“Cum for me, y/n. Fuck, please. Come on my cock, sweetheart.” It comes out more like a beg than a command. Your third orgasm causes you to clench around him and drag your nails down his back, probably leaving marks. A few more thrusts, and Azriel is spilling inside you, your name falling from his lips over and over.

You both lay there for a while, savoring the moment. After a minute, Azriel slowly pulls out of you, making you hiss from how sensitive your walls are. He heads to the bathroom and returns quickly with a wet cloth to clean you up. Once clean, he gets back into the bed and pulls you close to him. The two of you cuddle in silence for a while before he speaks up.

“I’m still convinced this is a dream.” He whispers in amazement while running his fingers through your hair.

“I’ll admit I’ve had similar dreams before.” You giggle. He turns you around to face him and raises an eyebrow.

“You’ve had wet dreams about me?” You blush hard and nod. “Fuck, that’s hot.” You giggle and bury your face in his chest as he pulls you closer.

“This isn’t a dream, Az. It’s real, and I really do love you.” You reassure him. You will tell him that a million times if that’s what it takes.

“I love you, y/n. So fucking much.” He hugs you tighter. The two of you doze off into a blissfully content sleep.

omg okay i hope yall liked this!! also btw i have never published smut ever before so i apologize if it sucked lol.

i’m having a lot of fun getting back into writing fics so please send me requests if you have any bc i suck at coming up with ideas.

[wawamouse]

Ooh! Miguel/Chico 🎲 33. A kiss to a scar, birthmark, injury, or other marking

(If you feel like it or inspiration strikes.)

I chose "other marking". Hope it works!

A vague post-canon moment!

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They take their lunches at one-thirty, casting off their work gloves, throwing down their shovels, and trudging back up the ditches to where the project captain and a bored Officer Henry pass out their sack lunches from the coolers and instruct them not to go far.

Miguel and Chico had scoped out a nice grassy knoll for sitting at, away from the upturned dirt and the trash stomped into it, and under the shade of a tree that's yet to be cut down.

We sit still enough here, they might forget about us, Chico had joked earlier in the week. Can run away once the C.Os aren't looking.

Their neon orange jumpsuits, even tied down around their waists to relieve them of some of the sun's heat, are a bit of a dampener on that fantasy, however nice. Nah, but it's peaceful, that fresh air and the unseen song of insects. Tranquil or whatever, sitting sweat-soaked and cross-legged beside Chico under the rustling branches of a walnut tree, opening their lunch of ham and cheese sandwiches, mixed fruit cups, bottled water, and—

"Holy shit," Chico says.

Must be because they're near the end of the project, but there's a thin ice cream sandwich in each of their chilled lunchboxes. Gooey as they each pick them up, sure, but ice cream is ice cream, and if they make a mess of their hands—hey, there's the grass to wipe their fingers.

They both abandon the other elements of their lunches in favor of wolfing down the ice cream before they turn into a total ocean of mush between two soft rectangle cookies.

Vanilla ice cream drips down Miguel's hand anyway, white rivulets following gravity even as he finishes off the ice cream sandwich like he's never eaten the stuff before. It cools his mouth, sweetness hitting him seemingly only after he's licking the sticky spots of the chocolate sandwich pieces off of his fingers where he'd held them.

"Man, look at you," Chico laughs, even though he has ice cream on his fingers, too. Sure, not as much as Miguel; somehow his approach of licking the circumference of his ice cream sandwich before biting into it has kept the drip to a minimal. He still sticks his tongue out after, licking over his fingers and his palm.

"Gonna give your ass food poisoning," Miguel warns, though his eyes catch on the pink dart of Chico's tongue.

"You licked your fingers," Chico retorts, and reaches over, grabbing Miguel's wrist.

"Carmen," he warns, glancing over his shoulder, down the hill to the sunny areas where other inmates are gathered at the makeshift picnic benches under the tent he's pretty sure Henry only set up due to some kind of prison labor regulation.

No one's looking their way, the interest in where they've gone to eat lunch together lost after that first day, and the observation of swarming gnats. The gnats don't bother him and Chico, though, swarming somewhere above their heads around the sweet, piney branches of the tree offering them cover from the sun. The gnats don't bother them now, either, as Miguel watches Chico smirk and brings his wrist up, licking the ice cream off his skin with a tongue that's still a little cold.

"You're like a dog," Miguel says after a moment of silence, Chico licking him clean and then some, mouth trailing sticky kisses along his wrist, up his forearm.

Chico licks another broad strip over Miguel's skin just for the jab, coming up to that tattoo on the inside of his arm—the naked pin-up girl he got when he was seventeen. Thought his mom was gonna hit him, she got so fucking pissed when she saw it. Chico likes the tattoo, though—kisses right up the woman's slender curves and then licks over her tits to her face.

"Woof," he says, and finally drops Miguel's arm, letting out an airy laugh at what must be incredulity furrowing Miguel's expression.

"Sun's getting to you," he says, fighting a grin and shaking his head.

Above them, a warm breeze rustles through the tree branches and a couple of leaves flutter down like snowflakes. Petals of sunlight dance over the grass around them and Chico looks past Miguel toward the rest of the work detail.

"Looks like I'm not the only one," he notes with that hint of entertainment.

Voices rise in the distance. There's an argument brewing—something stupid, no doubt.

Perfect.

Turning around, Miguel sits beside Chico so they can watch together, overlooking the exciting start and disappointingly quick end of the brawl, snickering and muttering to each other in between bites of their cold, soggy ham and cheeses. The rest of lunch passes swiftly, and soon it's back to the trenches—back to the muscle soreness and the dust in the are and the heat beating down—

But there's a moment, before the project captain's whistle blows, and they get up to dust off their prison jumpsuits, when everything feels almost comfortable, and freedom feels as within reach as Chico's knee pressed against Miguel's own.

[guardian-of-harmony]

Huntress's Threat

Pt. 3 of Broken Unity. I can't stop what I started, we gonna have one for every Neobeast at this point. .... My writing juices are flowing and I must continue! Pt. 2 below

Beast Ancients AU is by @cuppajj (I apologize if I'm annoying you with the constant tagging, I just want to be polite!)

Light flashbanged around the mini mansion, creating a rave that was anything but friendly.

The cousins were at it like they had trained for this their entire lives. Both were calm and collected, neither letting up, but their expressions differed; one was smiling, while the other glared neutrally.

Flower Tea continued to be on the offense, her agility and strength in her attacks keeping her older cousin on his toes. However, it was as if it was all just a game to Saint Vanilla as he simply blocked her attacks with his staff or healed from any hits she did get in.

'What kind of power did you get roped into?' Vanilla Flower thought to herself as she moved her body away from Saint's grasp. She could tell that something was poisoning her cousin, but she couldn't tell exactly what.

Meanwhile, Choco grabbed Crepe and carried them to the back of the house for safety. The younger of the two was confused on what was going on, and struggled to be put down. "Dark Choco, what are you doing?!"

"Just stay here and be quiet. Your safety is more important right now." Dark Choco then locked the door, keeping Crepe inside the closet while he ran back to the window to see the action outside.

Outside, Vanilla Flower Tea stood calmly while holding her stomach. She left her torso open and Saint used it to his advantage - using his power to disintegrate part of her torso before getting slashed to the chest, the soul jam nearly cracking to the point of crumbling.

Something told her to lessen her attack so it wouldn't be crushed.

The Beast froze and looked down at his Soul Jam, his face pure shock. He underestimated his cousin. He slowly looked back to her, who was standing up, her wound healed as she stared with the gaze of a elite predator.

The roles were reversed at this point. The Beast was the hunted, and the Huntress was about to claim her prize.

Vanilla Flower slowly made her way over to Saint Vanilla, who was struggling to stand while coughing up his own jam, his healing working but somehow slowed than usual.

Dark Choco watched in shock and anticipation as the cousins locked eyes once again. No wonder Flower was considered as "The Deadly Huntress" in her early days.

She was about to make the last hit, Saint watching on in shock and slight fear before a dart flew for her neck. Without breaking eye contact, she simply caught it between her fingers and flicked it with a force of a sniper back to where it came. It hit Holy Dart straight in the eye as she tumbled down from atop the house.

"Holy Dart! My Saint!" Cream Wafer rushed out from the shadows in order to defend them but an ACTUAL BULLET pierced his stomach.

Her handgun sizzled from the shot, her gaze now on the Bishop. "Not. Another. Step." She growled, the very authority in her voice making everyone shudder and freeze, even Dark Choco even though he was safely inside.

Lowering her gun, Flower then stared at Saint again. The cousins shared at a glance of inner turmoil, both wondering why it had to come to this. However, one clearly knew the answer. And she was disgusted with it.

"Let this be a warning, Saint. If you cross the line again... I will rip out your very heart and skewer it so the sharks can feast. You chose to go along this path, and now you shall face the consequences. Do I make myself clear?"

Saint's tears... For the first time... Felt truly real. Staring at the cousin he loved so dearly, be against him and even disown him as her kin... hurt him deeply.

However, the sick smile slowly returned to his face, a sweet, disgusting giggle exiting his throat. Again, the mindset that Flower Tea was just lost like all other Cookies, who just needed time to be brought to the light plagued his mind, his wounds healing fully as he stood up and met her cold eyes.

"As you wish, my dear cousin. I'll leave you and the children be... I trust you'll take good care of them until we meet again."

Flower Tea simply stared, the silence being her answer. The two (former) cousins stared at each other once more, before Saint waved her goodbye with a sweet smile, then turned and beckoned Cream Wafer to follow, who left Holy Dart without a second thought.

The sun glistened around Vanilla Flower Tea's hair, making her seem like an angel who survived a battle with a demon. Which, technically, she did. Walking back to the house, she glanced at the unconscious Holy Dart before picking her up over her shoulder and walking back into the house.

Dark Choco hugged her tightly the moment the door was unlocked, faint sobbing and shaking was all he could do as he clung to Vanilla like a lifeline. Smiling tiredly, the huntress leaned down and kissed his forehead before patting his head, holding him close as well.

"Don't EVER... Scare me like that again..." He whispered shakily, not wanting to think about what would've happened had she not moved in time. The Vanillian sighed softly and cupped his face with her battered hand. "I'm sorry, dear. I promise to be careful from now on."

"Flower!" Crepe had somehow managed to unlock the closet door from inside as they ran up to her and lunged at her, nearly making her drop Holy Dart but thankfully she didn't. The poor child wailed into her chest as they begged her to never let Saint take her away from them.

And that was a promise she swore to keep.

"Oh...? Holy Dart was taken in by Flower Tea?"

Back outside, Saint Vanilla and Cream Wafer watched Flower take the unconscious Lamb into her house. The Beast smiled in awe as he saw her do so, knowing how caring she could be even to her enemies.

"Shall we bring Holy Dart back?" Cream Wafer asked quietly, looking at the Beast of Penance.

....

"No. Let her stay with Flower. My dear cousin would never leave someone to die, even if they were her enemy. That's why I adore her so much..."

A sickly, lovely giggle escaped his throat again. Flower really did remind him of White Lily, and her willing to attack to protect others made her #2 on his "Save For Last" list, just below Midnight Lily.

"Don't worry, my sweet flower. We'll see each other again soon..."

[browhyihatethis]

I Have No Doubt (772 words) by I_am_anidiot Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Cookie Run (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Basically just how Holy Dart became a member of the Lambs Of Penance, because I listened to a song once (I have no doubt by Chxrlotte) and decided to write it down. AU by @cuppajj, none of these OC's are mine!

[varlime]

Decided to do Holy Dart Cookie anyways

I do not own this character! Holy Dart Cookie and Beast ancients au belongs to @cuppajj not me!!

[nebby-exists]

Yall I have a AU thing for White Orchid hol up- So basically, it’s what if she was abit more of a opposite to her dad?

Due to how she was born from his tears(mainly of the soul jam some how sobbing in some way), this version would have a more magic instilled thing of seeing How a person is, albeit their sillouette form with a form of glow that she can only see. This mainly works when her eyes are closed or her vision is obscured. Mixing with something I don’t know how to explain (maybe something to do with being a kind of orchid borne), this combo makes her hostile especially as a baby (her petals covered her face so dirt doesn’t leave her too dirty or to not made the sun to blinding when she’s above ground for the first time.)

Baby Orchid is a BITER. Has barked and growled like an animal at many of the lambs, only the genuinely good and truly kind ones gaining her quiet (because of them, she atleast gain some more understanding of cookies and what remaining ‘humanity’ there was…even if she herself struggled not to feel hostile towards those she senses as bad or worse). She rarely giggled unless witnessing karma or sensing it somehow. If she does giggle at something else like a child would, then it atleast seems a sigh she isn’t all aggressive and still a baby. She was a spiteful baby, fussy and often preferred to be alone. She does become much less of a papa’s girl, even growling and biting him. However, she seems to always have a look of pity, as if knowing something more to the saint…or atleast..something more sorrowful. It’s not clear if she hates him, pities him, or loves him as her father….but most can see through small actions.. she may care.

To no shock, Saint Vanilla still adores his little plant gremlin.

When she’s the current age or around that age she had ran away, she was quiet. Not exactly mean, just not fond of some cookies. She will bite if she feels needed, but overall she doesn’t talk much or at all. (Kinda reminds vanilla of certain cookies…)

Of course she’s particularly hostile with Holy Dart and Vanilla Creme. Take a good guess why.

When it comes to the neobeasts, well: She clearly hates dragonberry. Period.

Doesn’t accept any golden gifts from celestial cheese, other than little bells or genuine gifts from care/honesty.(she wasn’t taught this, she was just like that). (She does sometimes give a sympathetic look…..but it’s never for long.)

Surprisingly is neutral abit towards frigid cacao, giving a sympathetic look almost. However, she will still be defensive and stay away…or climb him so get away from the other beasts.

Midnight Lily, despite being one of the first orchid meets, isn’t spared from white orchid’s wariness. Nor spared from the sympathetic look her eyes give, no matter the expression. In truth, it was why midnight Lily refused to look at her in the eye….

While white orchid is on her lil runaway(for abit of the same reason as in canon)(think abit of a undertale like format), There are two routes:

EXECUTIONER white orchid gives in to giving judgement, rather attacking and rarely showing mercy. She becomes a form of mini beast of such, and a big problem for the neobeasts, if they live, or get torn down by the little plant. If she somehow kills her father or not, it is unknown. But…a choice must be made…take a life without mercy, or let it live….hm..

REDEEMER While abit more difficult of a route due to her magic kind of genetics, she learns how to deal with another’s evil, while not in a killer-torture manner, but more in a redemption kind, or atleast a fair judgement. She starts to learn more of patience and that regardless of evil they shouldn’t be immediately treated cruelly unless proven to be far from redemption…though she will remain stern towards that evil…that part she won’t change. Rather than possibly killing each neobeast/beast undertale style, she would end up doing a more mercy endurance route, fighting when needed but never killing them. It’s either for them to gain redemption and be judged for their crimes rightfully (by the ones wronged and the ones who were forced to witness). The end battle has the same opponent, but this time…. She won’t be alone..and neither will he..

This might be a excuse to make orchid a gremlin that’s just done with the lamb’s bullcrap.

Beast ancients Au/ All mentioned Neobeasts belongs to @cuppajj

White orchid and angy orchid AU concept by meeeee :33