#<> a fearsome cookie <>

[cupids-meringue]

"Now, what do we have here?" Shadow Milk tilted his head, plucking Pavlova up and away from whatever that bright light was.

"Say, aren't you one of Sugar's fledglings?"

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ @false-ouroborus ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Pavlova's still trying to get out of their bindings, squirming and their wings flexing.

"Sugar? Do you mean the Bringer of Happiness?" They stop squirming briefly before pouting, staring at their captor. They do not look friendly at all- in fact, it's almost as if a monster has him instead of a Cookie! "Why do you care? Let me go already!"

[darabeatha]

[anestofmuses]

"Psst, those with bad "parents" or no parents at all, come closer." Safiya beckons with a warm smile.

"I'll be your unofficial mother now."

[angelicalchaoticabyss]

Hi hi…could I get some burning spice cookie x reader who constantly gets themselves in like, super dangerous situations 24/7

A Knack for Danger

You just wanted to see the stars tonight, and they were always gorgeous from this particular spot. However,…you didn’t realize how unstable the cliff was.

“Aaaaah!!!” You screamed, falling from one of the spice ridges cliffs.

Now this…this was an average day for you. You didn’t know why, but you just had a strange quirk of always getting into danger. It was…it was something. And you were certain you would’ve been long crumbled by now if it weren’t for a certain someone. Burning Spice Cookie. Who, had just leapt from the ground with a powerful force and caught you midair, landed harmlessly on the ground…not without leaving quite the crater of course.

His deep black hair was like flames as he looked at you, annoyed but concerned deep down. He didn’t say a word, he just started walking back to the temple. You didn’t want to say anything, you weren’t scared, just embarrassed.

To put it simply, Burning Spice Cookie was your lover, and a rather protective one at that. Once he saw you had a knack for getting into unimaginable danger, he became super overprotective. He made a rule that you couldn’t leave the temple without him, lest you get hurt if he’s not around. Burning Spice, other than his protectiveness, was a fine lover in your opinion. Always getting you things from his conquests, being able to find any gift you wanted no matter how specific. You remember once saying you wanted a specific flower made from a particularly rare material and he…crafted it himself for you. Something that made you smug since he lost interest in creation and abundance.

Once you got back to the temple, the wild spices also dare not utter a sound so as not to earn his wrath. He went to his throne room, demanded all inside leave the two of you alone…then he sat down with you on his lap and finally started to calm.

“…Witches damn it, what did I tell you about leaving the temple without me? Do you know what would’ve happened to your fragile cookie body had I not caught you?” He said, not aggressively but not calmly either.

You knew he was still annoyed, but mostly out of his concern for you. If there was one thing Burning Spice Cookie was well aware of, it was how fragile you were compared to him. He always knew how to be gentle with you, even if he would lose control sometimes, such as squeezing your hand too tightly or patting your back too hard.

“I’m sorry, I just really wanted to see the stars. I know how lovely they look from the spice ridge but…you were already asleep, and I didn’t want to wake you.” You explained.

His fiery eyes softened a bit when you gave your explanation.

“Oh, my little love, if you wanted to see the stars you could’ve woken me up. I wouldn’t have mind so long as it meant keeping you safe.” He said, tired.

You of course felt guilty about leaving without letting him know and then scaring him like that when he realized you weren’t there. Burning Spice took one look at your face before holding it in his warm palm. You were the only one who got to see this side of him, let alone receive it. He hugged you close, letting you share in the heat of his body.

“I’m not mad at you, you know I just worry because of that quirk of yours. I’ve never seen a cookie who’s capable of getting into so much danger so fast. It would be thrilling if it wasn’t terrifying.” Now that was something for him to admit.

You hugged him back, burying your face in the crook of his neck. You both enjoyed the silence next to the crackling of torches. Then you heard it, deep in your lover’s throat. He was purring.

He did this sometimes when he was particularly happy or calm with you, it was always so adorable to see someone so fearsome and mighty let out such a cute sound. You didn’t say anything about it though, because you knew how he would get about releasing such a “pathetic” sound. You simply nuzzled deeper against his body, you’ve always felt…scared, every day of your life before you met Burning Spice Cookie. But when you were with him…

“Thank you…”

“Thank you for what?”

“Thank you for making me feel so safe.”

[hawkheartt]

Redoing an old rb game of mine!! All RBs will be tagged with “mh rbs” if you’d like to filter

HII SELFSHIP COMMUNITY! You guys like oddly specific reblog games right? Well!

Reblog this with a f/o (at most 2) and I’ll assign them a large monster from the Monster Hunter series!

For example! Black Pearl cookie gets Namielle from World! Namielle is a strong summoner of storms, embodying the fearsomeness of the sea, just as she does!

Proship and liv or bp doubles please dni

[innerfare]

Scars - Sabo  

Summary: Sabo has been feeling a little insecure since he met you; a short drabble

Genre: A little fluffy, a little angsty

CW: None // SFW

Word Count: 890

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Sabo never felt insecure about his scars before he met you. 

Scars were badges of honor, something to be worn with pride. They were a sign that he had stared down foes and persevered, that he had fought and lived, that he had experience under his belt and was a man to be respected. And the scar on his face, in particular, was something to be proud of, given to him by a Celestial Dragon. Not many people could claim they had survived an encounter with a World Noble, certainly not when they were a mere child. 

Sabo was young, but he was a battle-hardened revolutionary soldier under the tutelage of Monkey D. Dragon himself. He had run away from home at a young age and trained alongside some of the most fearsome pirates of his age in the wilderness. And yet, he stared into the mirror with a forlorn look on his face, a boy uncertain of himself. 

He didn’t have acne- he was lucky in that regard- and Ivankov always told him he was a pretty boy, something he had disdained initially but was now grateful for. Or was that wrong? Did girls like pretty boys? Did you? Or was he right to scorn the nickname? 

He ran his fingers through his blonde hair. It was soft, and blonde- did you like blonde? His lifetime of training had left him lithe and muscled, and even though his face was pretty, his shoulders and hands were quite masculine. Was that enough? Did you like that? 

He let out a heavy sigh, thinking it didn’t matter. No amount of prettiness or manliness would get rid of the scar on his face, and a lifetime of training had not prepared him to stand on his own two feet when you were in the same room as him, when you made eye contact with him across the table and offered him that soft smile, when you said his name to get his attention. 

His meltdown in front of his bathroom mirror had been triggered by you giving him half of the chocolate chip cookie you had been eating with your afternoon tea. He’d barely choked it down, not because it tasted bad, but because his stomach was flipping with what he could only describe as inadequacy. 

The fear of you secretly disliking it when he was in the same room as you, detesting the lopsided smile he always threw back at you, and despising the sound of his voice when he said your name made his piping hot blood run as cold as ice. 

He scrubbed his hand over the scar as if it might wipe off. He had many more beneath his collar, but at least he could hide those beneath clothes. The one on his face was visible for all to see and, unfortunately, permanent. 

Suddenly, there was a knock at his bedroom door. 

Sabo jumped, knocked out of his thoughts by the sound. With a huff, he stalked out of the bathroom and went for the bedroom door, pulling it open. “Yeah? What?” 

“I’m sorry to bother you,” came your sweet voice. 

Sabo blinked down at you in shock. Every ounce of annoyance left his body at the sight of you standing there with his jacket in hand, shifting back and forth on your feet as though uncertain, probably because he had opened the door in such a mood. 

“You left this behind. I thought you might want it back.” 

He stared at the jacket in your hand, thinking how foolish he’d been to take it off in the meeting room. You had been in the meeting room, after all; what if he had rolled up his sleeves without thinking twice and flashed some more of his scars? A grim expression settled onto his face, the stress of it all dragging his lips down into a frown. 

“Sabo?” You asked. “Are you alright?” 

He noticed your expression sinking, too, though with concern rather than frustration. It made him want to die again. 

“Fine,” he ground out. 

“You don’t seem fine,” you said, still holding the jacket out to him. 

“I’m just… I’m just a little tired.” He accepted the jacket and noticed immediately that it smelled a bit like you. 

“Oh, well. It works for you.” You pushed your hands into your pockets. 

“What do you mean?” Sabo asked. 

“I mean you look cute when you’re tired.” 

The words left his mouth before he could stop them. “Even with this scar on my face?” 

You looked genuinely shocked by what he had said. “Especially with the scar on your face. It’s one of the best parts about you.” You offered him that small smile of yours. “Anyway, I still have some work to get done. I’ll see you at dinner.” With that, you turned on your heel and walked away, not having any clue what you had just done. 

Sabo closed the door as quickly as he could without slamming it. As soon as it closed, he jumped for joy, a grin spreading wide across his face. He felt like a balloon about to pop. It’s one of the best parts about you. He collapsed on his bed and stared up at the ceiling, that same, dumb smile on his face. He didn’t think he’d ever scowl again. 

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[howlingday]

Blake: Your majesty, it is time...

Ruby: Hm? What do you mean, Blake?

Blake: I believe this is the ideal moment for you to carry out the prior king's dying wish. Before Ozpin died, he said in his will that he wanted you to continue the silver-eyed lineage, and to always be happy. He believed you could accomplish both in the pursuit of love and choosing a consort.

Ruby: I REFUSE. Remnant is still divided, even after the death of the Brothers and Salem. Everyone is still bickering with each other, and they're all creeps who only see me for my eyes.

Blake: But... It's been ten years since the war ended. The kingdoms are uniting, slowly but surely! I am sure there is someone who-

Ruby: I SAID NO.

Blake: (Thinking) 10 years since the war ended... and ten before that was when the war started! I still remember when I fought by her side, and she killed General Ironwood, exposed Headmaster Lionheart, and took her rightful place as the Ruler of Silver Eyes. When I first met her, she was such an innocent girl, but now she's fearsome monster...

Blake: I'm... I'm sorry, your majesty. Please, (Hands over sack) take this and forgive me...

Ruby: What's this?

Blake: It was something new I found in my travels. Please accept this as my apology. The creator called it... "cookies".

Ruby: (Bites into one)

Ruby: ...BLAKE. WHO MADE THIS?

Blake: A... baker made it. He served in the war-

Ruby: BRING HIM TO ME. NOW.

--------------------------------------------------

Jaune: (On his hands and knees) Your majesty, forgive me! I promise to never make food that displeases you ever again!

Ruby: Are you single?

Jaune: Er... Y-Yes...?

Ruby: Good. Then from now on, you will be my spouse. Also, from now on, you will be granted the title of "LORD OF GREAT COOKIES".

Jaune: WHAT?!

[ask-the-koopa-family]

A little story about a family picture ! Of course, the story happens in the future !!

Art (not background) /ocs are mine dont copy/repost

A FAMILY PORTRAIT

Bowser stood in the castle’s grand hall, adjusting his glasses with a careful claw. The once-fearsome Koopa King, now a bit older and softer around the edges, beamed as he held a dusty old frame in his hands. Inside it, a younger version of himself sat proudly, surrounded by Cherry, baby Cleo, the Koopalings, Nova and Bowser Jr much younger.

Cherry stood beside him as she smiled fondly at the memory.

“It’s been too long,” Bowser muttered, his voice deep and warm. “We need a new family portrait. Look at this — they’re all babies here!”

Cherry chuckled. “You just want an excuse to gather everyone in one place.”

“Maybe,” Bowser admitted, his eyes twinkling behind his glasses. “But what kind of king doesn’t have an updated royal family portrait?”

Word spread quickly through the castle, and one by one, the kids trickled into the throne room.

Ludwig, now a serious young adult, crossed his arms. “Is this really necessary?”

“Yeah, Dad,” Roy grumbled, adjusting his spiked bracelets. “It’s kinda... I dunno. Lame?”

“Picture day is for kids,” Wendy whined, checking her claws for chips. “We’re practically royalty! We should be doing something more glamorous.”

Bowser adjusted his glasses dramatically. “You could say this picture... will frame our legacy.”

The room filled with groans.

“Dad, please,” Bowser Jr. muttered, rubbing his forehead.

“I think it sounds fun!” Cléo chimed in. “Come on, guys, it’s just one picture.”

“I guess it’s harmless,” Morton Jr. shrugged, munching on a cookie. “And we get snacks, right?”

Kamek floated in on his broom, adjusting his spectacles. “Honestly, children, humor your father. He’s been talking about this for weeks.”

As the family gathered, Nova hesitated near the door, She still wasn’t entirely used to the idea of being part of such a big family.

Cherry noticed and gently took her hand. “Come on, Nova, you Know you belong in this picture too!”

Nova blinked, her mismatched eyes reflecting the castle lights. “Are you sure?”

Bowser gave a firm nod. “You’re one of us, kiddo. Now, get in here before Ludwig starts lecturing about symmetry.”

Despite their initial reluctance, the kids couldn’t refuse their dad’s hopeful grin. The family squeezed together on the massive throne room steps, with Cherry arranging everyone like a meticulous gardener. Ludwig straightened his shell, Wendy gave a blow kiss for the camera, and Iggy being himself as always. Nova found herself nestled between Jr and Larry, feeling a little out of place but also... warm.

Kamek perched on his broom just above Bowser, slightly smiling.

“Okay, everyone say... SHELLFIE!” Bowser called out.

The camera clicked just as the kids collectively groaned, but when they saw the picture later, even they had to admit it was perfect.

Bowser stood tall in the middle, glasses slipping down his snout, Cherry glowing at his side, and all ten kids — teens, young adults, little Cléo, and Nova — clustered around him, looking exasperated but undeniably happy.

Kamek hovered above them, looking proud and dignified.

Bowser placed the new frame on the mantel, right beside the old one. He stepped back, hands on his hips, and sighed contentedly.

“Look at that. A masterpiece.”

The kids lingered a bit longer than they needed to, sneaking glances at the photo.

“It does look kinda cool,” Roy muttered.

“I like how we all fit together,” Larry admitted.

“It’s... a nice memory,” Ludwig said softly.

Nova tilted her head. “I guess... I do look like I belong.”

Cherry took Bowser’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “We’ll have to do this again in a few years.”

“Oh, definitely,” Bowser said with a grin. “But next time, we’re doing matching outfits.”

“DAD, NO!” they all cried in unison, and Bowser’s hearty laugh echoed through the castle.

THE END

[rambling-red-wizard]

May I suggest participating in the sacred game of Pretend? Wear cat ears! Wear elf ears! Wear frog ears, whatever that means! Become a Priest of the Holy Lemon, may her reign be ever sour! Talk to the alien bird-dog that lives in your bottom drawer and eats compliments!- aww, isn't he cute? The world around us is entrenched in the war between A Harsh and Unchosen Reality and a Shiny Distracting Advertising Nightmare- but hey! Look down here! The piskies are still robbing the cookie jar. They never left. The water still remembers how to make rainbows, if only you would walk through them. When did cardboard stop being gold? Why doesn't a star-flecked scarf make you a wizard? Who told you that there are no unicorns on Mars? Please, don't leave us here. The storytellers, the mad mages and triumphant heroes, the things under your bed, the small and fearsome childhood gods- the Man in Red, the Pearly Keeper, Spring Court's Fool, the Grove-hidden- we are here! We only ever hoped you would still believe in us, after all that you've done, after all that's happened to you. But children so quickly fall into the Real World, and no-one remembers us there. Come on, then- Pretend is waiting. We'll wait forever if we must. But don't you think there are dragons in those hills?

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[allariablack]

The man I fell for – NikoBran ft Leigh Sokolov-King

Brandon never thought he'd see history repeat itself like this—his four-year-old daughter, Leigh, tumbling headfirst into the same trap he once did.

It wasn’t the tattoos or the sharp Russian accent that got her. No, Leigh—like Brandon before her—saw right through Nikolai’s tough, brooding exterior to the ridiculous, golden-retriever of a man beneath.

She clung to his leg as he cooked, demanding "uppies" with big, watery eyes. And of course, Nikolai lifted her, balancing her on one arm like she weighed nothing. When she pouted, he melted instantly. When she giggled, he acted like she was the funniest person alive.

Brandon leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching as his fearsome husband—Russian mafia, covered in ink, terrifying to most—wore a pink princess tiara, seated at a tiny plastic tea party table, pretending to sip from a cup Leigh handed him.

"Daddy," Leigh declared seriously, turning to Brandon. "Papa's my favorite."

Brandon scoffed, but there was no real heat to it. "Yeah, yeah. Tell me something I don’t know."

Nikolai shot him a smirk over the top of his tiny teacup, then winked. And just like that, Brandon fell all over again.

………………………………………

Brandon had never seen Nikolai look so horrified in his life—not when he’d been shot, not when he’d faced down his old enemies, not even when Leigh had once painted his entire left arm with glitter glue.

But tonight? Tonight was different.

Because their sweet, sunshine-faced four-year-old had just proudly announced at dinner, "Papa, I have a boyfriend!"

The fork in Nikolai’s hand froze mid-air. His eye twitched. "What."

Brandon, already sensing the storm, bit his lip to keep from laughing.

Leigh, oblivious to the deathly silence in the room, swung her legs happily in her chair. "His name is Tommy! He's in my class, and I’m going to marry him!"

The fork clattered to the plate. Nikolai turned to Brandon, his voice grave. "A brat has bewitched our daughter."

Brandon finally let out a chuckle. "Niko, she's four."

"I do not care." Nikolai gritted his teeth, eyes dark with pure, unfiltered rage. "This—this Tommy thinks he can take my baby away? I will break his tiny legs."

Leigh gasped dramatically. "Papa! That’s mean! You can’t hurt my boyfriend!"

Brandon snorted, but Nikolai was dead serious. He grabbed Brandon’s arm. "We must find his family. Intimidate them. Make them leave the country."

Brandon shook his head, trying—and failing—to suppress his grin. "Or, we could let our daughter be a normal kid and not threaten a kindergartener with exile."

Leigh, done with the conversation, went back to eating her pasta, humming a little tune. Meanwhile, Nikolai stared into the void, muttering darkly in Russian about "unworthy little brats"

Brandon just patted his husband’s shoulder. "You’re gonna have a real bad time when she turns sixteen, babe."

“What sixteen? She won’t be dating till Sixty” Niko says.

…………………………………………

Brandon was a heavy sleeper, but years of living with a Russian lunatic and a sugar-obsessed four-year-old had sharpened his instincts.

A rustling sound. A faint giggle.

His eyes cracked open, and he instinctively reached out to shake Nikolai awake—only to find empty space.

His sleep-fogged brain took a second to process that. Nikolai was gone.

A faint glow spilled from the kitchen. Suspicion prickled down Brandon’s spine as he slid out of bed, padding down the hall as quietly as possible.

Peeking inside, he caught them red-handed.

Leigh sat on the counter, a cookie in each tiny fist, stuffing her cheeks like a squirrel. And right beside her, the alleged adult of the house, Nikolai, was equally guilty, mid-bite into a chocolate chip cookie.

Brandon crossed his arms. "Seriously?"

Nikolai froze like a deer caught in headlights, crumbs on his lips. Leigh gasped dramatically and tried to hide the cookies behind her back—as if Brandon hadn’t just seen her eating them.

Brandon pinched the bridge of his nose. "I hid those cookies because you two eat too much sugar. What part of 'No more cookies' did you not understand?"

Leigh, with all the confidence of a criminal defending her case, declared, "We found them fair and square!"

Nikolai, ever the terrible influence, nodded solemnly. "It was destiny, printsessa. The cookies called to us."

Brandon shot him a look. "Really, Niko? Destiny?"

Nikolai shrugged, unapologetic. "What kind of father would I be if I let our daughter face the dangers of the night alone?"

Brandon sighed, rubbing his temples. "Fine. Since you two are such partners in crime, you can both deal with the sugar crash together tomorrow."

Leigh gasped. "Betrayal!"

Nikolai smirked, ruffling her hair. "Do not worry, printsessa. We will recover... and we will find more cookies."

Brandon groaned, already regretting all his life choices.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

(Can I take 👁️ anon? That way I can just preface with that emoji whenever I'm sending something here)

Anyway, for the Trein event: Ruggie trying to ask Lucius about the answers to an upcoming exam?

👁️ Anon is all yours!

A Storied Past.

Trein frowned upon sneaking, among many other things. “To sneak is to hunch over and creep around in unsavory locales. It’s simply distasteful,” he’d declare with a dismissive huff. “You are young gentlemen and esteemed students of Night Raven College, not riffraff. Your posture and behavior should reflect that.”

Well, Ruggie thought as he squatted low to the ground, it’s not a problem if you don’t get caught, right?

The hyena chanced a glance from behind the desk he hid behind, surveying the teacher’s lounge. The adults had vacated to take lunch in the cafeteria, granting him a 30 minute window of opportunity to do that which Trein so loathed: sneaking. Ruggie had already picked the lock to the door and rifled through the papers kept in the drawers—other actions Trein would find reprehensible—but to no avail. The man’s answer key was nowhere to be found.

He was so screwed on that next unit exam. I’d have the time to study for it if Leona-san weren’t runnin’ me ragged just before the test…!

Ruggie’s gaze fell on the black and white lump gathered in one corner. It stared back at him with unblinking, feline eyes. The fearsome beast that guarded the teacher’s lounge.

“Mrrrow.”

“If it isn’t my good ol’ buddy, Lucius-kun~” Ruggie broke out into a mischievous smile. This, he could work with.

He made no effort to conceal his presence or to provide an excuse—even caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Ruggie instead casually approached while lying on his belly, both hands balled into paws. His words were traded for meows that easily rolled off of his tongue.

(“How’s it goin’? Don’t mind me, I’m just sniffin’ around for a tasty morsel. You won’t squeal on me to ol’ Trein, wouldja?”)

Lucius yawned, either unsurprised or disinterested. (“Depends. What are you willing to do for me this time?”)

“Tch. Always gotta be a dealmaker, huh? You’d give Azul a real run for his money,” Ruggie grumbled to himself. Fixing his grimace into a grin, he shook a paw at the cat. (“I’ve got a nice can of fancy tuna with your name on it!”)

Lucius sniffed. (“Just the one?”)

(“What, you want more? I know you love the stuff, but if you have too much at once then Trein might start getting suspicious about how full you are.”) Ruggie made a face. (“I’ll give you one can of fancy tuna and a some catnip to chew on afterwards. How about it?”)

(“Two cans or nothing.”)

(“Two cans,”) Ruggie shot back, (“one now, second one a week from now. We don’t want to risk being caught.”)

Lucius inclined his head, considering. (“… Alright, I accept.”)

(“Sweet, thanks.”) A pause. (“By the way, you wouldn’t happen to know where Trein’s keeping the answer key for the next exam?”)

Lucius rose from his spot and scampered over to the bookshelf along one wall. Getting up on his hind legs, he tapped on the spine of a thick binder marked GAINS!!

(“Isn’t that Coach Vargas’s stuff?”)

(“You'd think so, wouldn't you?")

Lucius pulled the binder free. It fell to the floor and opened, revealing weekly schedules, exercises, and protein (and egg)-rich meal plans. Ruggie cocked a brow expectantly. Lucius rolled his eyes and tugged out a loose piece of paper free with his teeth. He deposited it before Ruggie.

Several bubbles littered the page, a single dark circle in each row.

The answer key.

("He suspected cheating on the last exam because of the higher than usual grade average, so extra precautions were taken to hide this one. Vargas collaborated with him.")

("Whoo-hoo! Way to go, Lucius-kun! You're the CAT!") Ruggie cheered, snatching the sheet up. His eyes greedily ran across it, committing each answer to memory. ("Always a pleasure doin' business with ya!")

("Yes, yes. Now then, about that first can of fancy tuna...")

[randomstoryenjoyer]

(It's fine if you don't want to do this but-)

Can. I please request a Pitaya, Ananas and Longan. Cookie with a dying reader in there hands who only smiled up at them telling them there last words to take care of themselves, stay safe, and not continue being(insert one of the dragon's flaw) and they love them and kissed hem before they went to the other side?

(PS: GN Reader and the fact Pitaya, Longan and Ananas Cookie is panicking about there S/O leaving them wanting to save them but fails)

“Please, Pitaya… take care of yourself, stay safe… and please don’t be so belligerent to everyone else anymore. Treat them with kindness like the one you treated me with… I love you”

This would be one of the few times Pitaya Dragon Cookie would shown any other emotion besides excitement, anger, or the unquenchable desire for a good fight. Ever since Pitaya Cookie had met their beloved, their original thoughts about weak little pieces of dough called cookies had started to change, though they couldn’t properly understand why their thoughts were being influenced so greatly ever since they had laid their eyes upon you. What Pitaya Dragon Cookie started understanding, however, was the feelings that they felt towards you specifically. They liked these feelings! They found themselves becoming attached to you like they never had to anybody else before, and your presence became even more endearing when you actually began to reciprocate their feelings as well! Life was greater than ever for them with you by their side, providing him with something else to look forward to besides endless sparring with anybody they wanted to.

But you can’t expect to last long in a relationship with the fearsome red dragon themselves…

Maybe the endless sweltering heat present within Pitaya’s lair finally caught up to you, maybe they got too careless in during one of their sparring matches and ‘trainings’, or maybe for some other reason at all that only you knew, Pitaya Dragon Cookie would yet again be reminded of how easily cookies crumble, and in the worst way possible this time.

The thought of you leaving them in such a horrid manner pained them deeply, Pitaya Dragon Cookie couldn’t control themselves as they refused to accept what was happening, the panicked tones of their voice sounding more unnatural than ever for someone like them. As you those painful yet truthful words slowly leave your mouth, their widened eyes meet yours, and the kiss you two share makes everything else feel non-existent for just that moment; Pitaya Dragon wished with al their heart that it wouldn’t end, just for the futile hope of you not leaving them so soon.

They promise right there and then to take your words to heart in a bid to ensure your final moment with them is a special one.

Their beloved deserves no less…

Ever since then, any cookies that visited the Dragon Valley and Pitaya Dragon Cookie’s lair would have meet a a dragon cookie that acted slightly different than the legends had described them. They were more pacified, often willing to calm down when needed, and the odd sentiment of longing for something missing was always present around their every move.

Without their endless belligerence, Pitaya Dragon Cookie’s life took a different turn after their loss of you. But it was a price they’d always be more than willing to pay if it meant honouring your last words!

“Please, Ananas… take care of yourself, stay safe… and please don’t be so self-absorbed anymore. Treat others with the same care you treated me with… I love you”

In this moment, themselves would be the dead last thing Ananas would dare to think about. Their focus stolen by you and you only, their entire being shaky as they kneeled besides you, and their mighty, proud voice reduced to a hushed tone.

Their beloved had been an essential part of Ananas’s pride. Though they were often too focused on keeping up their“holier-than-thou” image, they still always cared about his you as much as all their other treasures, maybe even more so. Their islands were your home right next to their side, and they were content with living out their days with the cookie than truly made them feel like the mighty, high being they knew they were

So why was this happening? Why was their most precious treasure of all being torn away from them like this?

They were more than ready to do anything within what their vigour and riches allowed them to do in order to save your untimely demise. But much to their dismay, they knew that it didn’t matter whether what was affecting you was a disease, fatal wound, or even something like a nasty curse; everything they tried had failed, no matter what their position as a dragon allowed them to do or achieve.

In a sense, it’s as if losing you was them being humbled. He saw himself as one of the most superior cookies cookies in Earthbread, yet in this very moment he was as powerless as the feeble cookies below him.

Anger turns into sombreness as his hands hold you close to his scales in your final moments before you go to the other side…

Ananas’s benevolence over the Pineapple Isle’s inhabitants and visitors would increase by tenfold since that fateful day, except for defilers, of course. Cookies who found themselves in trouble or in need of help near their lands would now be graced with the endless assistance of the prideful yet considerate golden figure that passed in the sky more often than ever before, increasing the joy of all who were amongst their mighty presence, but only a few handful of cookies would only ever know the reason why.

Though whether the dragon’s new behaviours were simply a sign of respect for the last wishes of their deceased dearest, or a sign of the desire to truly become a less self-centred person not just for their dearest but for all those he watched over, or a sign of something else entirely, nobody would ever truly know. Interpretations are something left to an individual, and only Ananas Dragon Cookie would ever know for sure.

“Please, Longan… take care of yourself, stay safe… and please don’t view other cookies so negatively anymore. Treat them all with the same warmth you always showed me… I love you”

Out of the three, Longan Dragon Cookie would probably seem to be the most composed on the outside, focusing on simply staying with you for your final moments and making sure you felt loved ‘til the end.

But on the inside, the Ivory Dragon would also be the one who would feel the most pain out of three over your passing. Why did the one cookie that somehow achieved the impossible and gained the Longan’s affections, out of all the pathetic and petty wastes of crumbs that plagued the lands, have to be the one to fall and crumble helplessly?

After all, Longan Dragon Cookie was nothing short of the highest authority on Earthbread. in their eyes, every single occurrence and event that ever happened only happened because they currently allowed it to, and they can take anything away from existence as quickly as it had been granted. And yet now they were the ones having to suffer having something taken away from them, for you to slip away from their watchful eyes without their agreement.

As you lay there in their hold, your weary eyes barely even able to open anymore, your view is met with the gaze of the Ivory Dragon’s draconic eyes soften in a way you hadn’t ever witnessed before. His lack of words are more telling than anything he could even say in the moment - you know they desperately want nothing more than to find a way to save you of your fate, but the culmination of past failures over this has already proved to them the ugly truth. Instead, the warm feelings of their lips gently making contact with the dough on your forehead are the last thing you feel before all your senses fall into a gentle numbness…

Ever since that mournful day, Longan Dragon Cookie found themselves at a loss of of a plan for the future. Reclaiming the nostalgic past felt meaningless is it was a past he would have to experience without you. Cookies from all over the land would inexplicably breathe easier at the subconscious feeling that the unstoppable fire threatening to change the landscape had finally been extinguished, and had now been replaced with the mournful embers of grief.

Longan Dragon Cookie knew that someday, the fire of desire for their original goal would someday return, but for now, they were content with simply following your last words and not turning any cookies into stone. Only when they lost their beloved did the dragon ever truly experience what if felt like to be one of those pathetic little crumbs littering all over Earthbread, and the memories of your time with them would always remain latched onto their cold heart.

(phew, finally managed to finish a prompt-)

[vxlentinescookies]

→ ❛Apocalypse❜

→ Pairing ; Warlord of Eternal Rest!Longan Dragon Cookie x Reader

→ Quote ; ❛❛Let it be known, that mere blink of a life would be their most beloved, until time became the wind that finally blew the light out.❜❜

→ Genre ; Drama

→ A/N ; :^) (cw mentions of injury (broken legs))

Silence reigned supreme in the ruins of the islands, as Longan dragon cookie roamed them. Nothing was left from the aftermath of the battle, absolutely nothing lived, and nothing changed. The days of gold and silk were no longer there, as darkness consumed the world surrounding them. Everything was so… devoid of light, devoid of life, this wasnt what Longan dragon wanted, no, the ivory dragon was expecting something else, they were expecting a vivid earth, full of life, full of dragons that could roam it and exist freely, but the more that they saw the world around them, the more they realized that perhaps, that was nothing but a silly dream of the past. 

They’d sigh, before turning to leave the ruins to return to their own home before something caught them off guard, the noise of someone under the rubble, someone attempting to escape. Curiosity filled them, as nothing else could fill their mind at the moment, and they made their way towards the rubble. With a hand, they’d lift it up, the weight of the rubble being nothing to them, but they knew, they could sense it, that for whoever was under them, it was a great boulder. Surprise would wash over the dragon as, under the rubble, a figure came forward, the shape of a small cookie, a survivor.

You’d look up from your position, almost crumbled by the force of the boulder that now had been lifted up from you, you gazed at your savior, only for fear to wash over you. Many tales had been told of the great Ivory Dragon, tales reminiscent of war, death, famine and pestilence, yet, where you should’ve found wrath and your imminent end, you’d only find surprise, as the dragon spoke.

“Im highly surprised to find survivors in these ruins…” They’d speak, their voice deep and low, rough, making you shiver as they dropped the boulder somewhere else and reached to pick you up. “Come here, little one, you’re injured…”

“You’re not-You’re not going to kill me?” You asked, dumbfounded as you gazed at the dragon in front of you, who’d only chuckle in return, finding your words amusing. 

“Why would I?” The smile they gave you was cryptic, filled with words that didnt answer your questions as you tried focusing on the moment at hand. “Allow me to take care of you, so rest, for now…”

And with that, you fell into a deep slumber within the hands of Longan Dragon Cookie. When you woke up, you’d be in a soft bed, bigger than anything that you had ever slept into. It was comfortable, but as you sat up you realized the state of the things around you. The room was completely trashed, despite it made seem like it had some semblance of order, the silk that once covered the walls and the bed was broken and ripped apart, scattered around the room, and the gold that once shone bright had been either lost to time, or its shine had dulled. You took in the ambience with curiosity, before a figure appeared from the door, a tall familiar figure clad in dark silk.

“You’re awake…” They’d say, holding a bowl filled with fruits, as well as a few bandages and what seemed to be a ceramic jar. “I brought you food, this is all I could find in these barren lands…”

“T-Thank you” You say as the Ivory Dragon sets them down by your side, there are fruits  galore to pick from, probably the very last ones there could be in said barren land. You picked one of the fruits, a mango, taking them into your lips as you took a taste at the sugary sweet delicacy that was the fruit. Juices would drip down your chin, and you’d sheepishly wipe it away as Longan watched intently, perhaps, too deeply. “... Why are you doing this?”

“Hm?”

“Saving me, I mean… Tales have painted you as a fearsome dragon, not gentle and not merciful to those weaker than them… So why…”

Silence filled the room as Longan thought for various moments, they looked away from you for a bit, before turning back at you, their face ever unchanging from a simple poker face as you gulped and returned to eating the fruit. Had you said something wrong? Were you gonna get killed for real now? Your answer came in the sound of a sigh, and the following words were uttered.

“You should rest as much as you need, you may leave on your journey when you are well rested up” Would be all that they’d say, as they’d leave the room, finally leaving you alone to your own thoughts.

This behavior would repeat through the rest of days, as you tried to speak with them yet again, they seemed to evade you on purpose, simply walking away every time you started eating. It was difficult to get any information out of the dragon, had you unintentionally struck a cord they didnt want to recall? a memory? you sighed as you ate your papaya, the juices of the fruit dripping from your chin as Longan watched yet again.

“You’re a messy eater” They’d state, then, as you turned to see them. This was the most you had gotten out of them in days, so, you took the chance and spoke too.

“Im sorry” You started, catching them off guard as they’d lift an eyebrow at your words. You were sorry? For what? “I shouldnt have said that to you that day, the day you saved me…”

“Dont worry about it”

“No—Because of that you’ve been ignoring me! Its not fair!”

“Nothing in life is fair, little one”

“I just—”

“You should keep resting” They’d end, turning their back at you before starting to leave the room, until…

“Wait…! Can… Can you take me to see the sunset…?”

Your legs had been broken the day Longan had found you, and it was taking more than mere days to heal them, therefore, you hadnt been able to leave the bed in a long time. Longan looked at you with an unreadable expression, before smiling, a soft, genuine smile, the same smile they gave you when they saved you from the rubble that day. They’d take you in their arms, carefully, bringing you out of the room towards what seemed to be the throne room in the ruins of the castle, once again, filled with rubble, torn silk and gold that had lost its shine, yet, in the sky, you could see it, the sunset happening before your very eyes.

“... Its rare to see the sunset these days” They’d speak, and you’d turn your head from the sky towards the cookie holding you in their arms “Usually, the sky is filled with darkness, or I arrive far too late to see it… These beautiful colors…”

“Beautiful…”

“... I’ll confide in you, little one, things that no one has heard, for I have no longer anything to lose” They’d speak solemnly, before taking a seat at the throne. “Back in the era where dragons freely roamed earthbread…”

And thats how it started, telling you stories about the olden days, the days where things were different, the days where there were 5 dragons, all different, all with their own unique motives. You listened quietly and attently, looking at them as a certain sense of fervor and passion filled their empty eyes. Night would come, and they’d bring you to the bed you’ve slept on, and the next day it would all repeat. They’d bring you fruit, they’d bring you to watch the sunset, they’d sit at the throne with you in their arms and they’d speak of the olden times. Days, then turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, and months, slowly turned into a year. Your legs had already healed by then, yet the routine stayed the same, as you learned to walk all over again, they’d hold your hand or carry you, keeping you close, holding you close. 

“Longan…” You’d call out one day, after the dragon had left you in bed, they turned to watch you, and you’d gaze upon them with both shamefulness and embarrassment, before speaking once again. “Please… Stay…”

“...” The dragon would only look at you, expression unreadable, before smiling softly, quietly, and they’d return to the bed, not without first ridding them of the heavy armor they wore every single day.

Allowing their long hair to fall into the floor, they’d change into silken robes, white in nature, and for the first time you finally felt you had seen the old glory of the Ivory Dragon, as they climbed on the bed to lay by your side. They looked at you expectantly, but all you could do was watch them, before shifting in bed until you were lying by their side, curling up into a ball, you’d gaze at them, and they’d nod.

“... Thank you for all of these months…” You’d say, leaning to take their scent, no longer fearing the decay and the pestilence, only feeling warmth, calmness, and mahogany alongside incense. “If a follower and a companion is what you need, know that in me you’ll have both… I’ll become your faithful and devotee… If you allow me…”

They’d only stay silent, before gently bringing your chin up with their hand, setting a soft and silent kiss on your lips, before speaking yet again.

“Rest now, little one… If following me is what you desire, then allow me to become your protector, the source of your devotion, your god… Your lover”

And in the silence of the night, the silence of the world, would two souls intertwine and become one, together, for as long as eternity lasted for you, and for as long as a blink, lasted for them. Let it be known, that mere blink of a life would be their most beloved, until time became the wind that finally blew the light out.

[brittle-doughie]

Imagine a y/n that was reincarnated 3 times, the first time into an ancient, the next a legendary, and finally a super epic. And it goes by the lyrics of alice of human sacrifice

Beast Y/n: "The first Alice was born in the woods of Beast Yeast, bravely with a fearsome sword held tightly in her hand."

"Slicing whatever lay in her unyielding Wrath, leaving chaos in her wake. A RED, BLOODY PATH."

"Then Alice strayed too far, lost within the woods. Giving into all her sin, LOCKING HER AWAY FOR GOOD."

"Much like the gruesome path that marked her evil ways, still her life remains a mystery to this very day."

Ancient Y/n: "Second Alice was a tame and tender gentleman. Singing songs to all the folks who lived in Beast Yeast."

"Every day, he'd sing away to all the girls and boys, one by one spreading EVIL slowly with his voice."

"Whenever he would sing, people gathered 'round. Madness took a hold of him, SHOT HIM DEAD TO THE GROUND."

"Blood stained the roses to a bright and somber red, once loved and enjoyed by all the man was left for DEAD."

Legendary Y/n: "The third Alice was a lovely girl from Beast Yeast. Beautiful, the girl was born into a life so grand"

"She charmed all the people to her every beck and call, then she birthed a kingdom that would rise above them all."

"This Alice was then crowned, turned into a queen. Ruling all the people here, lost within a crazy dream."

"So afraid of death, the girl was MINDLESS and WARPED. Once a gorgeous ruler, now she’s just an ugly corpse."

Super epic Y/n and S/o: "Find the bright forest path, That’s where the journey starts. A tea party with blue roses, That’s where the forest parts."

"The invite from the Queen, It actually was. The trump card, The Ace of Hearts."

"The fourth Alice was a young pair of cookies who were lovers. Straying into Beast Yeast, is where their tale begins."

"Wandering across the world, they passed through many doors. Curious of this new place, they traveled and explored."

"The stubborn older Y/n, The clever younger S/o. Were close to see the nature of the true Alice at hand."

"Both will never wake up from the dream that they had planned. Forever they’ll wander hopelessly in Beast Yeast."

Not really familiar with the lyrics, but it does look like it’s built up to have this take of Y/N be quite the cookie to go through these cycles.

[llondonfog]

as promised for coming home on my only 10-pull key, a little birthday drabble for our beloved peepaw :) pls enjoy & happy new year to all!

". . . Cookies?"

He makes no effort to disguise the insulted disbelief as he stares down at the plate of misshapen treats, eyebrows flying so far into his hairline that they nearly disappear.

"He may be but a child, and a human at that, but surely he ought to understand the gravity of your former position, the glories in which you are entitled to—"

"Former, and disgraced if I might add," Lilia corrects him, a lopsided grin tugging on his face as he too gazes at the plate of cookies with a ludicrously pleased expression. "And Silver is all of seven, Baul. A seven year old child who worked rather hard today at staying awake to surprise me with something delicious, so I'd be most grateful if you could manage to tame that famous Zigvolt boom as I'd hate for him to wake up from his nap."

It's worse than Baul could have ever expected.

Lilia Vanrouge, the fearless and fearsome once general of the fae armies, the former right hand to their dearly departed princess, turned sentimental over a plate of lumpy, and frankly burnt on the edges, cookies.

He'd come over to further discuss the matter of his grandson training with his former commander, staunchly ignorant of his own sentimentality towards the halfling child who so closely resembled him in both pride and spirit, only to find the fae sitting alone at the kitchen table with an odd and unfamiliar expression vulnerable upon his face and cradling a cookie as carefully within his talons as if it were spun from glass. Baul had nearly leapt to arms, convinced that there had been some sort of spell or potion from those who still wished ill upon Lilia cast to tempt him into eating such bizarre looking food— even though it looked clumsily made, there was simply no way he would have been fooled into believing it had been the product of Lilia's disastrous attempts. It simply wasn't foul enough— when Lilia had startled back into awareness, only to laugh at him and proclaim to Baul's utter bewilderment that these...cookies, were in fact his birthday gift from the human child residing within his home.

To which Baul promptly informed Lilia that he had taken leave of his senses and he'd never once shared that he knew of his birthday before. If he had, there'd have been no chance of the entire country forgetting it for the wondrous celebration Meleanor and Levan would have certainly thrown in the honor of their dearest friend.

"You're right," Lilia had said, smiling that strange little half-smile as he broke his gaze away from the plate to the quiet hallway leading from the kitchen. "But then again, I had nothing about myself to celebrate until very recently."

And there, the crux of the matter, the elephant in the room that Baul never truly questioned out of loyalty to the fae that had given more than anyone ever could to the sake of their country, to the Draconias alone. The human child, the boy that had shown up suddenly and stolen Lilia away to the forest, bewitched him somehow into playing house. Baul cannot understand it— Lilia had more reason than any of them to loathe humanity, to shun it for the remainder of his life and seek to live in peace away from their kind after their unforgivable transgressions.

Instead, in front of his astounded eyes, he can only watch in silence as a tear splashes down upon the chocolate speckled surface of the cookie before it's hastily crammed into Lilia's mouth, the fae spinning around to grin at him as if in blissful ignorance of the redness gathering at the corners of his eyes.

"They're a bit salty, Baul, but I've never tasted anything better!"

Oh, he thinks, heart shaking in place as he too glances towards where a certain slumbering boy lies. Oh, you old fool. Do you even know how deep you've gone?