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can I request platonic yandere beast cookies x reader who has difficulty with hearing(if you don't want to do all of them you can do shadow milk or eternal sugar)

Yandere!Beast Cookies Headcanons (with a reader who has difficulty with hearing)

Shadow Milk Cookie:

• Shadow Milk initially teases you for your hearing difficulty. But over time, he becomes strangely fixated on the silence between you—finding it eerily intimate.

• He whispers secrets you can’t fully hear—on purpose. Then watches your expression intently, thrilled by the control of knowing something you don’t.

• Will magically create illusions to “translate” his messages—just for you—but they’re always abstract and confusing on purpose so that only he can explain them clearly.

• Anyone who tries to help you communicate better gets twisted into some “pest” in his eyes. He starts believing only he should speak for you.

• Despite his darkness, he genuinely tries to protect you from trouble. “The world lies through sound,” he murmurs, “Let me filter it for you.”

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Eternal Sugar Cookie:

• Eternal Sugar will use it to her advantage, finding ways to convince you to stay with her in the garden so she can help you. “Why strain to listen when you can just… rest?” She’d say. “No more effort, no more noise.”

•  Your every need is met in the garden, especially with your hearing, so she doesn’t understand why you’d want to go out and live life normally.

• Tries to coddle you into eternal sloth, treating your hearing difficulty as a sign you should “stay still and safe.”

• Uses gentle telepathic communication that feels like syrupy thoughts drifting into your mind—calming but subtly addicting.

• She’ll “get rid of” those who interrupt your “peace.” In her mind, anyone trying to stimulate or “wake you up” is hurting you.

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Mystic Flour Cookie:

• Mystic Flour speaks in soft, monotonous tones—almost as if she’s trying not to burden your ears. She respects your silence, but not your desire for agency.

• She projects the idea that your hearing loss makes you above the noise of the world. “You are spared from the chaos. That is beauty.”

• Constructs surreal, silent visions just for you—and they always speak in movement rather than sound.

• If you show signs of wanting more communication, she becomes cold: “Why speak at all? It changes nothing.”

• She neutralizes anyone who makes you feel overwhelmed or pushes you toward change. You’re safest with her.

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Burning Spice Cookie:

• At first, he struggles not to shout constantly. But when he learns about your hearing difficulty, he becomes hyper-focused on being understood by you—and only you.

• He creates vivid fire glyphs in the air to communicate with you—like explosions of light spelling his words. It’s dramatic but heartfelt.

• Anyone who patronizes you or talks over you? He burns them to ash. “They think you’re weak? LET THEM SAY THAT AGAIN.”

• He treats you like his silent partner-in-chaos. You’re the only one who “can entertain him” without words.

• Sometimes he screams just to test your reaction, then gets weirdly emotional when you don’t flinch. “You’re not afraid…?”

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Silent Salt Cookie

• He never speaks unless absolutely necessary—and he adores that you don’t expect him to. To him, you are the embodiment of peaceful stillness.

• Uses precise gestures, eye contact, and salt sigils to “speak” to you. He believes your hearing difficulty is a gift—proof that silence is sacred.

• Becomes deeply offended if anyone tries to “fix” or accommodate your hearing. He sees it as an insult to your identity.

• Guards you fiercely in silence, threatening anyone who disturbs your peace. To him, the world must be quiet to honor you.

• If you express discomfort, he mistakes it as a spiritual fracture—offering quiet rituals and sensory deprivation to “cleanse” you.

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may I request a platonic comfort fatherly and/or brotherly red velvet fic with a young reader who is super quiet but polite and a sweetheart?

Reader is very very sweet/kind and polite, but is very quiet and is a very anxious person who is going through a lot and very apologetic

reader is mentally exhausted and is just… going through a whole lot and cries alone in hiding, hoping nobody else will notice because they don’t wanna be a burden and feels guilty for it. They’re the type of person who, despite wanting to cry into someone’s arms, would feel awful and would never forgive themself for being a burden to other people and seeming selfish

anywho could I basically request reader being comforted by him?? If that’s okay! I totally understand if not, im so sorry the request is so specific!

You Don’t Have to Carry It Alone

Platonic!Red Velvet Cookie x GN!Young!Reader

The Tower of Sweet Chaos was unusually quiet. The usual clatter of cake monster footsteps had faded for the evening, giving way to the distant hum of crackling torches and the sound of wind brushing softly through broken windows high above.

Red Velvet Cookie stood at the edge of the grand hall, his Cake Arm gently resting on a stone pillar, half-listening to the muted noises of the night. He should have been preparing his next strategy or resting—but something felt off. Like a quiet shift in the wind.

Then he heard it.

Faint. Hidden.

A sniffle. Barely a breath. But unmistakable.

He turned. His mismatched eyes scanned the shadows until they landed on a small, curled-up figure behind one of the long-forgotten banners in the corner of the room.

It was you.

You hadn't noticed him. Your knees were tucked close to your chest, arms wrapped tight around them, trying to be as small as possible. Your face was hidden, but the soft sounds escaping you—choked sobs, shaky inhales—betrayed everything.

And you were trying so hard to stay silent.

Red Velvet Cookie approached slowly. He didn’t speak yet. He knew your nature—quiet, kind, endlessly polite, and so desperately afraid of being a burden. He had seen it in the way you bowed your head when spoken to, in the way you apologized for simply existing in someone’s line of sight. You were a good Cookie. Too good, even. And far too hard on yourself.

So when he knelt beside you, he made sure his voice was gentle, low, and patient.

“…You don’t need to hide,” he said softly. “I see you.”

Your head snapped up slightly, guilt flashing across your tear-streaked face. You tried to wipe the tears away quickly, scrambling to your feet with a flurry of apologies.

“I-I’m sorry—! I didn’t mean to— I wasn’t trying to— I’m sorry—!”

But before you could get away, a firm yet careful hand reached out—his Cake Arm, surprisingly soft in its grip despite its monstrous size—and held your shoulder gently.

“You don’t have to apologize for being in pain,” he said. “You’re not in trouble.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

Red Velvet Cookie let go of your shoulder and sat fully beside you now, his tall frame quiet and calm like a mountain. His cape settled behind him as he looked at you—not with judgment, not with pity, but with a quiet, patient understanding.

“You think you're a burden for crying,” he said, matter-of-factly. “You think you're selfish for needing someone. But I promise you—you are none of those things.”

You lowered your eyes, trembling. “I just… I don’t want to bother anyone… I just— It feels like everything hurts and I know people are busy and I shouldn’t be—”

“Shhh.”

His hand gently, cautiously, settled atop your head. You flinched at first… then stilled. It was warm. Steady.

“You are allowed to feel,” he said. “You are allowed to be held. Even the strongest dough can crack. There is no weakness in needing comfort.”

You didn’t respond. Your lips trembled and you bit them hard, willing the tears to stop, but they came anyway—faster now. Hot, aching sobs that wracked your small frame as your composure crumbled. You hated this. Hated how needy you must look. But Red Velvet Cookie didn’t push you away.

“Come here,” he offered.

You hesitated. Trembled. But when he gently guided you against him, letting you collapse onto his chest, you finally gave in.

You clutched his shirt and cried—ugly, messy, quiet sobs that shook you to your core. And he held you. Like a mountain, he stayed—silent, unmoving, unshakable. His Cake Arm curled protectively around your back like a shield, while his organic hand slowly ran through your hair.

“I've carried many things,” he murmured. “But this? Your pain? I can carry a bit of it for you.”

You shook your head, breathless. “I don’t deserve it…”

“You do,” he said firmly. “Because you are kind. Because you are gentle. Because you have spent so long giving your sweetness to everyone else without asking for anything in return.”

He leaned down just slightly so his voice would meet your ear.

“So let me give you something now.”

You cried harder. But something in your chest began to slowly loosen. Not all the way—but a little.

And in the quiet of the Tower, with only the crackle of torchlight around you, Red Velvet Cookie stayed right there. He didn't rush you. He didn't hush your tears. He let them fall. He let you be you.

And he never once let go.

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If you’re taking requests, what about Dark Cacao Cookie and Dark Choco Cookie - both platonic yanderes - with a reader who is Dark Choco Cookie’s child. Like Dark Choco decides to bite the bullet and reunite with his father, and that’s when Dark Cacao learns that he’s also now a granddad.

I’m okay with both adopted reader and biological child reader, but I have a preference towards the latter(no focus on any particular ship)

Room for Two More

Platonic Yandere Dark Cacao Cookie + Dark Choco Cookie x GN!Reader (Dark Choco’s child)

Snow cracked beneath your boots.

You held tightly onto your father's cloak as the wind whipped around you, a relentless howl echoing through the mountains. He hadn't said much the whole climb, just the occasional "Keep close," or "Don’t look down." His gloved hand had remained firm on your shoulder, but his eyes were distant. You knew this wasn’t easy for him.

You’d asked him once, long ago, why you didn’t have grandparents. He’d gone quiet. Too quiet. You were small then — you didn’t understand the bitterness that twisted in his brow or the silence that followed like a funeral procession. But now, older, with years spent wandering burnt-out ruins and frozen caverns, you understood that your father carried scars far deeper than the ones across his armor.

And yet, here you were. At the gates of the Black Citadel.

Your father finally spoke.

“…Stay behind me. No matter what.”

You nodded. Even if your legs trembled.

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The doors were opened by guards, snow dusting their shoulders, and you stepped into the grand hall of obsidian stone and frozen breath.

And there he stood.

Dark Cacao Cookie.

Taller than stories made him seem. Broader. Like the very mountain had sprouted legs and stepped down to greet you. His sword rested beside his throne, but he didn’t need it. His presence alone was a weapon.

His gaze locked onto your father first. No words. Just… stillness.

Then those deep purple eyes shifted.

To you.

“…And who is this?”

Your father stiffened. His voice low.

“…My child.”

The words cracked through the silence like thunder.

You thought you saw the Old King falter. Just a flicker — like frost melting for half a second. His brows rose, his lips parted, and then he was moving. Down the steps. Toward you.

You took a nervous half-step back, bumping into your father. But he didn’t stop Dark Cacao.

“Come closer,” the king said, voice gravel and snow.

You didn’t know why, but your heart sped up. You glanced at your dad, unsure. His eyes flicked down to you and softened — just a bit. “It’s alright,” he murmured.

So you stepped forward.

Dark Cacao knelt before you. Huge hands, worn and calloused, reached out but didn’t touch. He studied you like a relic from a dream. Then, voice quiet:

“You look like him.”

Your father shifted.

“Do they have a name?”

You told him. And for the first time, the great king smiled.

Not wide. Not warm. But real. And that was terrifying in its own right.

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That night, you were given a room of your own. Fire-lit, velvet-draped, heavy with luxury and warmth. You’d never had anything like this. There was a meal waiting — real food. Soft bedsheets. Pajamas tailored to your size.

But your father lingered in the doorway, helmet off, hair brushing his shoulders.

“You’ll stay here from now on,” he said. “With me. With… him.”

You blinked. “You’re not leaving?”

His jaw clenched. “No.”

A pause.

“He wants to train you. Teach you how to use a sword.”

You glanced down at your hands. You’d always wanted to learn.

“…You okay with that?” you asked.

He didn’t answer right away. But then he knelt and pressed his forehead to yours.

“I’ll never let anyone hurt you. Not even him.”

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Over the next weeks, life changed.

You were treated like royalty.

Guards bowed to you. Servants asked if you were warm enough. Dark Cacao personally oversaw your training and never missed a lesson. He was strict but… proud. Every time you landed a blow, his lips twitched into that same almost-smile. He never raised his voice to you.

But gods help anyone else who did.

And your father — he stayed close. Always just outside your door. Always watching when others spoke to you. His hands, never far from his sword. He didn’t trust the world, didn’t even trust the Citadel, but he trusted himself. And so he stayed.

And over time… so did the walls.

Your world shrank.

You weren’t allowed outside alone anymore. Too dangerous. The mountain was cold, the cliffs sharp. “You could slip,” your father warned.

Letters from penpals never reached you. “Intercepted,” Dark Cacao muttered, frowning. “There are enemies who would use you to hurt him.”

Friends were invited… and politely sent away. “This place isn’t safe for outsiders,” the king declared. “They wouldn’t understand our legacy.”

And your training got longer. Stricter. You couldn’t afford to be weak. You had to be strong. Strong like your father. Like your grandfather.

You once overheard a soldier ask Dark Cacao, “Will they ever leave the Citadel?”

He just said:

“Why would they?”

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One night, you asked your dad, “Do you regret it? Coming back here?”

He was silent a long time. Then he knelt again — like he had that first night.

He took your hands in his. His gauntlets were cold, but his grip was firm.

“I regret a lot of things,” he said. “But not you. Never you.”

“Even if I’m stuck here?”

“You’re not stuck.” His voice was sharper. “You’re protected.”

You tried to argue — but his eyes flared with something dangerous. Something you knew better than to challenge. The same look he wore when cutting down monsters in your path.

Then he softened. Just slightly.

“You’re all I have,” he whispered. “And now… I have him too. We’re a family. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

You didn’t answer.

He leaned in and kissed your forehead.

And behind you, you swore you heard the quiet thud of Dark Cacao’s boots — standing at your door, silent, listening.

Always listening.

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You never left the Black Citadel.

But they gave you everything.

Food. Warmth. A family.

You belonged to them now.

And they made sure the rest of the world would never take you away.

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Touch starved Jack Skellington please?

Touch-starved!Jack Skellington Headcanons

Despite being the Pumpkin King, he's awkward when it comes to affection. Not because he doesn't want it, but because he's unsure how it's supposed to work. He’ll often reach toward you, hesitate, and pull back—only for you to gently take his hand and reassure him it's okay.

Jack is constantly craving touch but is too polite to ask. He’ll hover behind you like a lonely ghost until you notice and open your arms. The moment you do, he practically collapses into the embrace—gangly limbs wrapping around you like a desperate skeleton vine. 

He melts for forehead kisses. He’s very tall, and used to towering over everyone, so the first time you gently tiptoe to press a kiss to his bony forehead, he’s frozen in awe. “Oh… I think I’ve died. Again.”

He studies other couples to learn what’s “normal.” From holding hands to shoulder touches, Jack takes mental notes. He then awkwardly tries to recreate them with you… sometimes resulting in hilariously tangled limbs or overly dramatic gestures. You love it anyway.

He cherishes any sign of comfort from you. Even draping your scarf around his neck or fixing his crooked bat bowtie sends him into soft, speechless awe. He doesn’t need grand romantic gestures—he just wants to feel wanted.

He loves when you touch his face. A gentle stroke along his cheekbone, a finger tracing his grin—he melts every time. It makes him feel alive, like he’s more than just bones and spooky songs.

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Let me just say... Holy cow you did my headcanon request perfectly! So here's my full request!

How about Platonic Yandere Dark Cacao with a reader that became a villain because Dark Enchantress erased some of reader's memories and twisted stories?

Now Dark Cacao is trying to catch reader and get them back to the way they once were by basically keeping Reader in what would be considered a 'golden cage' with the help of those he trusts.

(Including his son helping him, and him finding out how his son became evil as a subplot if you want a little more angst. Up to you though.

And no, I'm not doing character x character with them. This is simply a suggestion, and character x character is against your rules last I checked.)

You don't have to do this if you don't want to! If it's too detailed, then I'll request something else and try to give less detail.

Hope you have a great day/night!

-❄💗🖋

The Snow Forgets, But I Do Not

Platonic Yandere Dark Cacao x GN!Reader

It’s been two weeks since you were captured.

Four weeks since since you had turned.

Once, you were the child Dark Cacao had taken under his wing—after the war, after the kingdoms fell to ruin, after you'd been orphaned by a raid that was never meant for you. You had been small then, quiet but wide-eyed, and Dark Cacao Cookie—stern and bitter as he was—had grown to call you kin.

But that was before.

Before she got to you.

Dark Enchantress Cookie had twisted many souls, but yours was the cruelest blow. She hadn’t corrupted you with power, or temptation. No, she had erased you from yourself—bit by bit—replacing cherished memories with bleeding shadows, warping truth into betrayal, until all you saw in the King’s face was control.

And so you ran. And you became something else. 

A villain in the eyes of the world. 

A lost child in his.

Until Dark Choco took you - and you wake now in silk.

Golden light pours into your chamber through frost-bitten windows. Servants smile at you like nothing’s wrong. Every luxury is provided—books, food, warmth, even music.

But the door is always locked.

You are free to wander the palace, but never past the gates. There are eyes on you always—guards, attendants, sometimes Dark Cacao himself. 

In fact, he visits every morning. He doesn’t smile. He never did. But he brings stories from when you were younger—when he taught you to hold a sword, when you saved a wounded bird, when you fell asleep reading in the war library and he carried you to your room.

You listen, mouth tight, trying to picture it, trying to remember.

But those memories are gone.

In their place are cold hands. Fire. Screaming.

A voice like silk: “They feared you. He feared what you could become.”

𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ 𓂃 ₊ ⊹

That night, you try to escape.

The guards don’t stop you.

Because he knew.

He was waiting at the gates.

You fall to your knees in the snow, breath ragged, fury and grief boiling in your chest.

“You can’t keep me here,” you cry. “You don’t even know if I’m the same person. Maybe I never was! Maybe she didn’t change me. Maybe she just showed me the truth.”

“I don’t care,” Dark Cacao says. His eyes gleam like amethyst under the moonlight. “Even if what I remember is a lie—I will protect it. I will protect you.”

You shake your head, desperate. “Then you don’t love me. You love a memory.”

“No.” He steps forward. “I love you. That is why I will rebuild you, piece by piece, if I must.”

He places a hand to your cheek. You flinch.

“Let the snow bury the lies she fed you. Let me teach you again. Let me make you whole.”

And you realize then—this is not a man driven by cruelty. This is a man consumed by loss.

So desperate to undo fate that he’s willing to freeze time.

Even if it means your soul withers in the ice.

Even if it means you forget yourself all over again.

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Can I request Platonic and regular Yandere Dark Cacao Cookie head cannons? Asking before I send an official request for him.

-❄💗🖋

Yandere Dark Cacao Cookie Headcanons

Platonic

Dark Cacao doesn’t “love” easily, but once he sees you as his, there’s no turning back. Whether you’re his adopted child, a young knight he trains, or someone he feels responsible for… his protectiveness eventually becomes suffocating.

He’ll cut you off from others under the guise of protecting you from the world’s cruelty. “Trust is a blade,” he tells you, “and I won’t see you bleed because you gave it too freely.”

Friends, lovers, or even fellow Cookies who try to get too close may be exiled, “discharged,” or warned. He doesn’t yell. He doesn’t threaten. He just says things like:

“Your presence brings Y/n Cookie distress. Leave. And do not return.”

 …and people listen.

If you insist on leaving the palace or standing on your own, he’ll start personally training you in combat, resilience, strategy… not for your freedom, but so he can control the terms of it.

He refers to you as “my ward,” “my kin,” “my honor.” 

He’ll never say “I love you,” but if someone disrespects or harms you, they’ll be gone before the sun rises.

If you try to leave him entirely, he may not even stop you at first. But he will send scouts to follow you. He always knows where you are. He always brings you back. One way or another.

ೃ ✦ ✧ ∗ ❥ ҉

Romantic/Regular

He rarely speaks of his feelings. But the way he watches you, the way he positions himself between you and every danger, and the way his hand tightens on his sword hilt whenever someone touches you… it’s clear. You are his final weakness. His most sacred vow. His obsession. He will not let you go. Ever.

He believes love is a battle. A war. A duty. His “romance” is intense, unwavering, and obsessive. Not flowers and poems—oaths and bloodshed.

You’re rarely alone. He won’t say he’s keeping watch, but there’s always a shadow following you in silence.

He doesn’t show jealousy the usual way—he won’t whine or plead. He just eliminates competition. If someone tries to woo you, you’ll find them mysteriously reassigned to the farthest corner of the kingdom. Or quietly disappear. He’ll never admit it was him. But if you confront him:

“Would you rather I let them disgrace you with false intentions? I did    what I must. For you.”

His love feels like being locked in a fortress. Safe. Shielded. But unable to breathe. He’ll say things like:

“You should not walk the garden alone. Come. I will accompany you.”

“They’re not worthy of your company. Stay with me tonight.”

You’ll want to argue—but his tone is never angry. It’s calm. Rational. Firm. And you can’t shake the feeling that if you disobey… something will happen.

If you ever try to leave him? If you ever say you don’t love him? His whole world shatters… inwardly. He won’t hurt you—but he might imprison you under “house arrest.” Or stage a tragic event that forces you to “need” him again.

And if it comes down to it... he'll choose your safety over your freedom. Every time.

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Hello, can I have The Three Sisters x Male or GN Reader please? (Platonic for Pudding á la Mode Cookie) Thank you, and remember to take care of yourself!

-Akbrain

Three Blades, One Heart

Choco Drizzle x Green Tea Mousse x Pudding à la Mode (platonic) x GN!Reader 

The wind howled through the frozen cliffs of Crispia, each gust slicing like a knife against your cheeks. You tightened your scarf and trudged forward, boots crunching over the snow.

“You’re late,” came a cold voice. From behind a jagged outcrop, Choco Drizzle emerged—sharp as ever, both in gaze and presence. Her massive sword rested on her back, yet you could feel the weight of her scrutiny pierce you sharper than any blade.

“I brought supplies,” you replied, lifting the heavy bag over your shoulder. “And sweets… don’t glare at me like that. You know Pudding would cry.”

Choco Drizzle’s eyes narrowed. “She doesn’t cry. She explodes things.”

“Same difference,” another voice chuckled. Green Tea Mousse dropped from a ledge above, one shield slung casually over her shoulder. “You’re braver than you look, sneaking through all that security. What was it this time—guards? Wolves? Sweet cream golems?”

“Three guards,” you answered with a shrug, “and one very confused snowman.”

Green Tea Mousse let out a bark of laughter. “You’re getting good at this. You sure you’re not a criminal too?”

Before you could answer, a mechanical whirrrr filled the air.

“GUNS OUT!!” came the shrill scream.

You barely turned in time to be tackled to the snow by a blur of fluff and pink lasers.

“PUDDING!” you yelped, face planted against the frost. “YOU CAN’T JUST—”

“Sugar levels critically low! Must. Consume. Marshmallows!” she announced in a monotone panic, already rummaging through your bag like a raccoon possessed. “Ah! Emergency frosting detected.”

Choco Drizzle sighed. “You’re going to give them a concussion one of these days.”

You finally wriggled free as Pudding á la Mode Cookie munched happily on a marshmallow, her cannons humming softly in standby mode. She nuzzled against your leg like a cat and looked up with unsettlingly starry eyes. “Friend unit… you’re back.”

Your heart melted a little.

“I told you I would be.”

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The four of you gathered around the small cave fire, shielded from the worst of the cold. Green Tea Mousse was lounging like royalty on a pile of stolen rugs, casually juggling a chunk of bread. Choco Drizzle stood with arms crossed, staring at the flames, while Pudding curled into your lap like an oddly warm laser turret.

“Any sign of the master’s next order?” you asked after a moment.

Choco Drizzle shook her head. “Only static. Radio silence for days now. Something’s wrong.”

“I bet they ditched us,” Green Tea Mousse muttered. “Tired of paying our sugar bills.”

“Well…Whatever happens, I’m not leaving you guys. Orders or no orders,” You said firmly.

Choco Drizzle glanced at you from the corner of her eye. “…Why? You could be living a normal life.”

You looked around at the three of them. Outlaws. Killers. Sisters forged by something broken. And yet—

“Because I chose you,” you said. “And someone has to make sure you don’t eat dynamite again, Pudding.”

She tilted her head. “It was shaped like a lollipop.”

“I rest my case.”

Green Tea Mousse cackled, even as Choco Drizzle looked away, the faintest ghost of a smirk curling at her lips.

Maybe you weren’t like them. Maybe you didn’t belong in this wasteland, with criminals and sword-wielding maniacs and candy-loving laser babies.

But you were here. And you were staying.

No matter how cold it got.

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hey

can you make a moonlight cookie x male prince reader where the prince goes to the city of wizards to take her to his kingdom while facing different threats while carrying moonlight cookie in his arms in bridal style

also the prince reader has a horse which is named zephyr

Starlight Belongs in My Kingdom

Moonlight Cookie x Male Prince!Reader

The City of Wizards shimmered like a mirage under the moonlight. Spires of crystal, winding roads of floating runes, and illusions too clever for mortal eyes — all weaving a city few dared enter and fewer dared leave.

You weren’t most princes.

Your cloak billowed behind you as you urged Zephyr through the shifting paths, sword glinting faintly at your side. Cradled in your arms, bridal style, was her — Moonlight Cookie, soft and delicate as the night sky, her energy nearly drained.

She stirred faintly, lashes fluttering like moth wings. “You… came for me,” she murmured.

“I said I would.” Your voice was firm, though quiet. “You don’t belong locked in a city of riddles and dust. The stars deserve to shine above my kingdom.”

She gave a weak smile. “You speak as if they’d follow me.”

“They already do.”

The first threat came in the form of a swarm of sentient scrolls — old wizard contracts, cursed and clawing at your armor, whispering madness.

“Hold on,” you told her, tightening your grip. Moonlight Cookie instinctively curled closer to your chest, her dress fluttering.

With a sharp tug of Zephyr’s reins, you galloped through, your sword slicing the air. The scrolls hissed, trying to latch onto your limbs, but you slashed through them with precision, protecting her like a knight guarding a dream.

“Your magic is too valuable,” they screeched, “Let her go!”

“She’s not your treasure,” you snarled. “She’s mine.”

The second threat came when the skies cracked, and a corrupted star beast descended — a twisted constellation made flesh, summoned by rogue sorcerers. Zephyr reared, and Moonlight Cookie gave a pained gasp as the air shuddered with dark cosmic energy.

You leapt down with her still in your arms, shielding her body with your own behind a glowing sigil wall. “Stay behind me,” you said, despite knowing she couldn’t stand.

Moonlight Cookie gently pressed her palm against your chest. “I can still dream…”

Her remaining magic burst like silvery waves from your chestplate. It softened the beast’s edges, slowing it just enough — and with a battle cry, you charged, driving your blade into its starlit heart. It exploded in a quiet burst of celestial dust, as though vanishing into a lullaby.

Your legs buckled slightly under the strain, but you adjusted her weight, holding her closer. “Almost there.”

Her voice was barely audible. “You’re warm…”

You smiled. “You're safe.”

The final trial was the bridge — floating shards of moonstone over a void of dreams. It had no ground. No railings. Just mist and myth.

Zephyr paced nervously, ears flicking.

“I’ll carry you,” you said again, this time whispering it like a vow.

And you did.

Every step was careful. Every breath felt sacred. Your cape flowed like a comet’s tail, and Zephyr followed behind, hooves landing where your resolve burned brightest. When you finally crossed, the City of Wizards faded behind you — a maze that dared to keep her, now bested by love.

Under the silver moonlight, in the safety of your camp beyond the gates, you gently lay her down on soft moss, brushing a stray curl from her face.

She gazed up at you, dreamy and tired, her fingertips tracing your jaw. “Why… did you come?”

You took her hand, kissed her knuckles. “Because even if every threat in this realm tried to stop me… I’d still need you.”

Her smile bloomed slowly, fragile and beautiful. “...Then maybe… I’ll follow you anywhere.”

And as the stars above blinked like drowsy eyes, you sat by her side, watching her drift to sleep — the moonlight finally, finally safe in your kingdom.

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Confession time...

Please re-blog this if it is okay to anonymously confess a fantasy to you.

[rosesnr0t]

yandere jack skellington one-shot? :]

Til Death Do Us Part

Yandere Jack Skellington x GN!Reader

The wind howled over the crooked rooftops of Halloween Town, scattering bone-dry leaves through the cobbled streets. Moonlight cast long, eerie shadows as Jack Skellington strode gracefully across the town square, eyes glinting like frost in the darkness.

His grin was wide—too wide.

He had seen you again today. Just a glimpse. A mere moment. But it was enough to make his ribcage rattle with something far deeper than glee or fright. Something obsessive. Something possessive. Something he hadn't felt in centuries.

He’d always been the Pumpkin King. Idolized, feared, adored. But you… you had walked into his world like a whisper. You didn’t stare at him with awe or terror. You talked to him. Treated him like someone real, not just a legend stitched together from bones and spooky stories.

You even laughed at his terrible puns.

That laughter—he would burn Halloween Town to the ground just to hear it again.

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You were walking alone that night, guided by the glow of pumpkin lanterns, enjoying the surreal charm of this odd world. The townsfolk had warned you not to stray too far after dark. But you didn’t frighten easily.

Besides, you felt oddly safe here… like something—or someone—was watching over you.

Then a voice like silk stitched with shadows echoed behind you.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite little human…”

You turned, startled—but smiled when you saw him. Jack Skellington, tall and bony in his pinstriped suit, stood just feet away, his eye sockets glittering with something unreadable.

“Jack! You scared me.”

His grin widened. “Good. I’d hate to be losing my touch.”

He stepped closer. You felt something different in the air tonight—charged, almost static. Jack tilted his skull curiously.

“I was hoping we could talk,” he said. “Alone.”

Your brows furrowed. “Aren’t we already alone?”

“Not alone enough,” he whispered, and with a snap of his fingers, the shadows twisted and coiled like ribbons. They dragged you down a side alley before you could scream.

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When you woke, the air was cold, thick with the scent of moss and candle wax. You were sitting in the middle of a throne room of bones. The chandeliers were made from rib cages. Everything reeked of ancient love and madness.

Jack was there, kneeling before you like a prince from some macabre fairy tale. His bony fingers gently held your hand.

“I didn’t mean to frighten you,” he murmured, voice low. “But you’ve enchanted me, my dearest. I couldn’t bear to see you walking around like just another lost soul.”

You pulled back. “Jack, this is—this is too much. Let me go.”

His grin faltered.

“No,” he said quietly. “I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

He stood tall, and the warmth was gone from his voice now—replaced by a hollow sharpness.

“You belong here, with me. You’ve given me something no one ever has before: affection without fear. You smiled at me like I was alive. That means something. It means everything.”

He stepped closer, and shadows flickered behind him like snarling beasts.

“I can give you all the holidays, all the stars, every twisted wonder this world has to offer. But if I can’t have your heart—” his fingers curled around your chin, gently, almost lovingly, “—then no one can.”

Your breath hitched. You weren’t sure if it was terror or something else curling in your chest.

“I promise,” he whispered, eyes gleaming, “I’ll make you happy. Even if I have to tear this world apart to do it.”

He leaned down, skull brushing your cheek.

“Forever and always, my love.”

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Not to be dramatic but I will simply perish if I don’t get yandere babadook headcanons ☺️

Yandere Babadook Headcanons

Whether it was through grief, loneliness, or that one cursed book you thought looked cool, he entered your life quietly… then refused to leave. He’d whisper from the walls, watch you sleep from shadows, and you’d think it was just a haunting. But no—he’s in love.

He doesn’t say your name. He croaks it. It always comes slow, guttural, and low. “Yooooouuuuuu…” He’ll draw it out like it’s poetry, like it physically hurts him to say your name because he wants you so much. He doesn’t need to shout. He looms.

Jealousy turns him monstrous. He’s already a monster, yes—but when you laugh at someone else? Show affection? His silhouette twists. His limbs stretch unnaturally. The shadows grow teeth. You’ll find blood-red scribbles in the book that night: “HE DOESN’T DESERVE YOUR VOICE.” He’s silent the next day. You’re safe. But the person you smiled at isn’t seen again.

He doesn’t understand why he needs you so badly. He’s, well, a supernatural creature—but still, he aches for you. He’ll stare from the ceiling at night and just croak, “Mine.” Over. And over.

He wears your grief like perfume. The more broken you are, the closer he can get. He’ll feed on your sadness just to hold you tighter. If someone ever hurts you? They vanish. And he grows stronger.

If you love him back… It becomes worse. Not violent—just eternal. He never stops touching your mind, murmuring in your ears, wrapping you in shadow. You don’t need light anymore. You don’t need anyone else. “You let me in,” he purrs, “and now you’ll never be alone again.”

He knows you’ll try to run someday. And he’s already hiding in your suitcase. Or maybe inside your shadow. He doesn’t need to chase you. He waits.

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OMG I SAW YOUR YANDERE TRUMAN HEAD-CANNONS AND IM. IN. LOVE. Can you PLS PLS write some more?? Maybe a one-shot???? I NEED it in my life!!

The Perfect Show

Yandere!Truman Burbank x GN!Reader

You weren’t sure what drew you into become another actor in Seahaven in the first place. Maybe it was the clean streets, the warm sun, the endless blue sky. But it was Truman who made you stay.

You first “met” him outside the local café. He offered to pay for your drink after the register “suddenly” stopped working.

“Must be the weather,” he said, laughing, brushing a hand through his short, neat hair. “I’m Truman, by the way. Truman Burbank.”

He offered his hand like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like he’d been waiting for you. Like you weren’t just another back-round character.

And something about him—his warmth, his presence—made you take it.

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From that moment on, he was everywhere.

Helping you carry groceries. Bringing you flowers. Offering to show you the town. You told yourself he was just friendly. That it was just him being the “friendly main character.”

But then the coincidences piled up.

You’d mention something in passing—your favorite book, a craving for strawberries, a song you hadn’t heard in years—and somehow, Truman would have it for you the very next day. Perfectly timed.

“Lucky guess,” he’d chuckle, but his eyes never left your face.

You tried to brush it off. Until one evening, when you tried to take a walk… alone.

The moment you stepped outside your house, a car pulled up.

“Where you headed?” Truman asked from the driver’s seat, smile just a little too wide.

“Oh, just out for air,” you said, uneasy.

“I’ll come with you!” he said immediately. “No need to walk alone at night.”

You hesitated. “Truman, I kind of wanted to be by myself—”

“Why?” His voice was light, but there was a tightness beneath it. “Did I… do something wrong?”

“No! It’s just—”

“I only want you to be safe,” he interrupted, stepping out of the car. His eyes searched your face, unreadable. “I like you a lot, you know?”

And then he smiled again. Warm. Familiar. But something about it made your stomach twist.

You didn’t go on your walk.

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You started noticing more.

Every time you tried to leave Seahaven, traffic piled up.

Trains were delayed. Buses canceled. The sky turned ominously dark at the edge of town.

And Truman… Truman’s smile began to crack.

“I noticed you were packing,” he said one morning, out of nowhere, seated on your front porch swing like he’d been there all night. “Going somewhere?”

“Just visiting family,” you lied.

He stared at you for a moment, then laughed. “You don’t need to lie to me. I know you, remember?”

You felt a chill climb your spine. “Truman… how do you know so much about me?”

His head tilted. “Because I watch you. Every day.”

You stared at him.

He didn’t blink.

“I’ve always watched you. Since the moment you stepped into town. Since the moment the cameras saw you.” His voice softened, dreamlike. You took a step back once you heard “cameras.” How could he possibly know…

“What are you talking about?” You tried to seem confused. But his smile only widened.

“They write everything. The lines. The people. The weather. But not you.” He took your hand in his. “Us meeting was a mistake. A beautiful, perfect mistake. And I thank God for it.”

You tried to pull away, your gaze flying to a hidden camera for help. “Truman—let go—”

His grip tightened. “I can’t. I won’t.”

“Truman, this isn’t normal—”

“You don’t understand.” His voice cracked now, breath trembling. “I’ve been lied to my whole life. All of this is fake. But you’re not. You’re mine.”

Residents started crowding, trying to pry him away from you.

You backed away, heart pounding. Before he was dragged away, he managed to get out a few words:

“If you go, I’ll have nothing left. Don’t you get it? They gave me a world of lies… but you were the only truth. I love you. I’d do anything to keep you here. I already have.”

You looked at him—and you didn’t see the cheerful man anymore.

You saw the cracks.

The desperation.

The obsession.

And behind him, high in the false sky, a camera blinked red.

Still recording.

Always recording.

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HIII!!! I hope you’re doing well 😁 I was wondering if you could do some yandere golden cheese cookie headcannons?

Yandere Golden Cheese Cookie Headcanons

Golden Cheese Cookie sees her beloved not just as a person—but as her greatest treasure. She lavishes you in gold, jewels, and praise… but the moment you try to leave or question her control, she turns manipulative and dangerously possessive.

If anyone else so much as speaks sweetly to her beloved, she sees it as a personal offense. Behind that glittering smile is a sharp glare, and any rivals are quickly “removed” under the guise of royal decree or mysterious banishment.

She showers you with luxury, spoils you with golden statues, golden clothes, golden EVERYTHING—until you’re overwhelmed. It’s all a tactic to make you dependent on her and too guilty to leave. After all, who else could love you like this?

If she ever locks her darling away, it won’t look like a dungeon. It’ll be a gold-covered, velvet-lined chamber with the best food and luxuries. She truly believes she’s being kind. She gaslights you into thinking it’s for your own good. 

Golden Cheese Cookie becomes most unhinged in private—dropping the royal poise and whispering possessive, trembling praises while clinging tightly to you. Her desperation is disguised under a veil of glamor and grace.

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*Slides you $1 and a nickel* Some yandere Truman Burbank headcannons, please🫣 

(Maybe after escaping Seahaven and learning his whole life was fake, Truman latches onto the reader, the first real person who showed him genuine care…)

Yandere Truman Burbank Headcanons

Having been watched his entire life, Truman now flips the dynamic—he becomes the watcher. He sets up hidden cameras, memorizes routines, tracks every move. But to him, it’s not creepy—it’s safety. “If I know where you are, then I know you’re safe.”

He wants to build a new Seahaven—just for the two of you. A secluded cabin. A fenced-in property. Maybe even a fake sky above. He promises, “No one can lie to us here. No cameras. No actors. Just us.”

If you act in a way he thinks feels “scripted,” he panics. “Who told you to say that?” he’ll ask, wide-eyed. If he thinks you’re lying or trying to leave, he can get intense and unstable—shifting from tears to rage in seconds.

He views you as perfect. He places you on a pedestal like a shining beacon in his warped world. But the moment you try to leave him, that pedestal shatters, and he becomes terrifying in his desperation.

He’s so used to being gaslit that he starts to do it back—saying things like, “You’re just tired. That’s why you want space. You don’t really mean that.” He says it gently, with love, as if he knows better than you do.

To Truman, there’s no story after you. The show ended with him stepping out… and the real show began when he found you. “You’re the only happy ending I’ll accept. So I’m keeping you.”

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Was thinking about… a platonic yandere moonlight cookie oneshot?😚

Sleep Beneath the Stars

Platonic Yandere Moonlight Cookie x GN!Reader

The moonlight poured like silver syrup over the soft rooftops of the city. The cobblestones shimmered with sleepy stardust. You weren’t sure how long you had been wandering—time felt different here. Maybe it was the Dream Realm, maybe it was just her.

"You're still awake." Her voice was music soaked in mist. You turned to see Moonlight Cookie drifting toward you, not walking, never walking—just floating like a petal in slow-motion. Her half-lidded eyes blinked slowly, glowing faintly, like candles behind frosted glass.

You rubbed your arms, unsure if it was the night air or something else that sent shivers up your spine.

"I couldn’t sleep," you admitted.

Moonlight Cookie tilted her head. "Sleep is important. Especially here. You shouldn’t wander so freely when the stars are watching."

You looked up. The stars above the Dreaming City pulsed—too slowly to be natural, too alive to be sky.

"I'm not afraid," you said softly.

She floated closer, and for a moment, her hand hovered above your shoulder like she was about to touch you—but she didn’t. She never did.

"You are very brave. But brave Cookies still get tired. Still get lost."

There was something…off in the way she said that. Not unkind. Just too sure. Like she’d rehearsed it. Like she was trying to be comforting, even if it didn’t quite fit.

You gave a small smile. “I just needed air. You don’t have to follow me every night.”

Moonlight Cookie blinked slowly again. Her voice didn’t change pitch, but something in it sharpened.

"I don’t follow. I watch. There is a difference."

You glanced around—had you seen the flicker of her silhouette earlier tonight? In the windows? The rooftops? The clouds?

"Besides," she added, drifting in a circle around you now, her long hair trailing starlight behind her, "if you slept when I asked… I wouldn’t have to make sure you were safe."

There it was again. That too-sweet tone. As if she was tucking poison into a lullaby.

“I am safe,” you said gently. “The Dream City is beautiful. Peaceful.”

Moonlight Cookie’s smile didn’t fade, but her voice fell softer.

"Dreams are peaceful… until they twist. You don’t know what could creep in while you’re awake. What if a nightmare found you?" She paused, her expression unreadable. "I wouldn’t let that happen. I would never let anyone hurt you. But it would be easier if you just…" her voice trailed into a hum, "…slept."

You stepped back slightly. “Moonlight, are you—do you always watch me when I sleep?”

She giggled, and the sound was lovely and eerie all at once. "Of course. Watching you sleep is soothing. You look like a dream yourself. Fragile… flickering… soft."

The moon above pulsed brighter for a moment. You felt like it was staring.

“I think I want to go back now,” you whispered.

Moonlight Cookie drifted closer, moonbeams curling around her as she reached out—this time brushing your hair gently, like one might touch the edge of a dream.

"Of course you do. Come now. I’ll take you back. You’ll sleep safely. With me nearby, the night will never touch you."

You hesitated.

Her voice sank a note lower.

"Promise me… you won’t try to wander off again. Promise you’ll rest when I ask. I don’t like when you vanish. It makes me… upset. And I don’t like being upset."

It wasn’t a threat.

Not exactly.

But you heard the weight behind it. The stars above blinked slower now. Watching. Listening.

“I promise,” you murmured.

Her smile widened, eyes finally fluttering closed. "Good. Sleep well tonight. I’ll make sure no dreams ever take you away from me."

She took your hand, light as air, leading you gently back into the starlit mist of the city.

You weren’t sure if she was protecting you from nightmares… Or if she was the dream you could never wake up from.

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yandere teke teke headcannons, pls? :)

Yandere Teke Teke Headcanons

Teke Teke gets irrationally jealous. Like, if someone walks you home? They’re not making it back.

Her version of love is morbid. She might leave you tokens—like a bloody shoe of someone who bullied you or cryptic messages etched into walls near your home.

You probably met her by helping her—whether accidentally or purposefully. Maybe you offered her peace, a prayer, or simply didn’t run away.

She took that as love. Now, you belong to her. Forever.

You’ll hear the teke teke sound whenever you’re in danger—because she’ll show up and make sure you’re not hurt. Unless she thinks you’re cheating on her. Then you’re in danger.

If you try to leave her, she’ll “cut you down to her level”—not out of cruelty, but so you can “always be together.”

If you accept her, she becomes almost gentle—still terrifying, still deadly, but doting and loyal to the end.

Either way: you’re never escaping. And deep down, part of you might not want to.

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Could you right a non con story about the reader and Joker from Suicide Squad the plot is kinda where he saw you dancing in the club in a and could not take his eyes off you he just became obsessed with everything about you. One day he couldn’t take it anymore and he kidnapped you still letting you out and taking you all over the city showing you off like a fancy toy

Pretty Little Thing

Obsessed!Joker x Fem!reader

The club was noise and neon and sweat—but all he saw was you.

You weren’t trying to stand out. Just a girl in the crowd, laughing with your friends, hips swaying to the beat of some godawful remix. But something about the way you moved—like you didn’t belong there, like you were made of something sweeter—snapped him in half.

Leaning back in his VIP booth, Joker tilted his head. Laughed softly to himself.

"Well, well. What are you?"

He watched you every night after that. You came often. Same routine. Always smiling. Always moving like you had no idea he existed. That drove him mad. A girl like you, brushing shoulders with men who didn’t deserve a glance from you. Filthy little insects.

He needed to fix that.

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You don’t remember much about the night he took you.

One second, you were outside for air. The next—darkness. A sickly sweet chemical smell. Laughter like razors.

You woke up in a velvet chair, in a room too lavish to be comforting. Gold, red, dim lights. You were wearing a silk dress that wasn’t yours. Perfume you didn’t own.

And there he was.

Smiling. Watching you like you were a dessert on a silver plate.

"Morning, doll. Hope you like luxury.“

“You kidnapped me!”

"Rescued," he corrected smoothly. "From a boring, meaningless life."

You clenched your fists. “I hate you.”

He stood.

He stalked.

And before you could breathe, he had you against the wall, his hand gripping your throat—not tight, just a warning. His body pressed to yours, solid and hot and dangerous.

You thrash and kick at him, “Stop-" you whimpered, before he slipped two fingers past your panties, and you gasped. You were soaked. Humiliatingly soaked.

"You were saying?"

You looked up at him, breath hitching. "I—I hate you."

"Yeah?" He slipped the fingers deeper. Crooked them just right. Your knees buckled.

"Say that again with my cock in you, sweetheart."

He threw you onto the bed like you weighed nothing.Clothes—gone. His and yours. He shoved your legs apart and didn’t wait. The moment he slid inside you, rough and deep, you moaned so loudly it echoed off the walls.

"Still hate me?" he growled into your mouth.

You didn’t answer.

He fucked you hard. No mercy. No hesitation. Just obsession. Just hunger. His hands gripped your wrists above your head, his teeth left marks on your chest. He wanted you ruined. Used. His.

You cried out. “N—No—!”

He reached between your bodies, rubbing your clit in quick, vicious circles.

Your back arched. You came with a broken sob.

“I think you mean ‘yes,’” he smirked.

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The next morning, he walked into your room—your shared room now—and tossed a glittering dress at you.

“Up, up, up. Time to paint the town red, baby. Gonna show the world what mine looks like.”

You blinked. “You’re… taking me outside?”

He grinned, all teeth and madness.

“Gotta let the wolves see what they can’t touch.”

And he took you everywhere.

Through the city streets in a purple Lamborghini, music blaring. Into clubs where men stared and quickly looked away. Into his favorite haunts where people bowed like scared dogs.

He kept a hand on you at all times. Waist, neck, back. Possessive. Proud.

And you smiled. Because you liked it now.

You didn’t know who you were before him. You didn’t care.

You were his.

A doll on display. A prize in his arms. His obsession made flesh.

And when he leaned in and whispered, “You dance for me again, and I might just blow up the whole city,”

You laughed like it was a love song.