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minecraftninjerkid · 10 months
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Omg do you mind writing for Pitaya Dragon cookie? The plot is up to you hehe but do you mind adding a flair of possessive Pitaya Dragon cookie? Like when hollyberry cookie and wild berry cookie try to save the reader because she was with Pitaya at the time and Pitaya obviously not having it >:D that's all!! Don't force yourself to answer this ask tho hehe
My Treasure to Keep (Part 2)
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Pairing: Romance(?)-Established, Pitaya Dragon Cookie x Reader Cookies in Bond Buff: Pitaya Dragon Cookie, (Y/N) Cookie, Wildberry Cookie, Hollyberry Cookie Warnings: None Word Count: 1,485 words Summary: Life with Pitaya Dragon Cookie has been strange, to say the least, but they've been true to their word and never harmed a crumb on your dough. However, when a misunderstanding ensues between them and a Hollyberrian rescue team of two, you realize it's time to decide where you really want to be. Scenario: Dragon x Cookie A/N: Man, a sequel already? That's gotta be a new record. A good one, tho, since I knew people were gonna be curious. LES GO-
You were busy stirring a pot of stew over a small pit of lava, which heated the cauldron it sat under. This had become your daily life, scrounging for food, coming up with stories, making tiny trinkets out of whatever you had on hand...and this was all for one Cookie.
As you focused on turning your spoon in a clockwise motion, you suddenly felt a warmth on your back, and the prick of scales on your dough. A green-tipped tail curled around your waist and an armored head perched on your shoulder. It was Pitaya Dragon Cookie, the legendary dragon that had...captured you? No, this didn't feel like capture. It was more like you were some sort of glorified servant.
"Why, hello~" they purred, blinking appreciatively at the bubbling red stew you were working on. "I sssssssssee you've kept yourssssself busssssy this evening, my little trophy girl. Tell me...what'ssssssss for ssssupper?"
"Um...red lava pepper stew," you answered simply, having grown somewhat used to how oddly clingy Pitaya Dragon Cookie was. "I put in a couple bun rats scuttling around, a few wild gummy onions growing in the ash, and, well, lava peppers, of course."
Pitaya Dragon Cookie swept the searing hot cauldron into their claws in one go and stuck their head in it, lapping up the entire thing like a dog. When their head came back out, their fangs were dripping with red-hot stew. "Ahhhhhhhh, that was ssssssatsifying. Now, I think a ssssstory to put me to sssssleep will be a perfect end to thisssss day, don't you?"
Pacing in a circle on all fours for a moment, they rested their head on their claws, curling their tail around them and their half-lidded eyes on you. But storytime was the last thing on your mind right now. In fact...you had something more important to talk about.
"Actually, before we get to the story, I have a question for you, Pitaya Dragon Cookie..."
They yawned in response. "If you're looking to assssssssk what I did today, I did nothing. Jusssssst flew over the Hollyberry Kingdom to give them a ssssssscare, that's all,"
"That's...interesting, but not what I wanted to ask. I was wondering if it were possible, tomorrow when you head out...I could go with you?"
Pitaya Dragon Cookie's head rose from their claws, a dangerous flash in their eyes. "Why the ssssssssudden desire for fresssssh air? Is my cave not a ssssssuitable home for you anymore?"
"N-No, it's not that! It's just...I'm just a simple Cookie, and the lava down here is awfully warm for me...I just thought if I was able to get outside and cool off a bit, there's less risk of me overheating."
Pitaya Dragon Cookie blinked unimpressively. "No need for that, little trophy girl. I already have a ssssssolution."
Then, to your surprise, they draped their tail around you, dragging you closer to their larger body. "W-Wha-?! Pitaya Dragon Cookie-!"
"My sssssscales are impervioussssss to heat, and they have a cooling factor, if needed," they said slyly. "So if you're feeling a little too hot...all you need to do isssss come a little closssssser~"
Your head ducked down shyly, embarrassed at all the attention. It had been like this since you agreed to live down here with them. Sure, you had to work tirelessly every day just to keep them pleased, but they always made sure you lived comfortably, and scared off anything or anyone that might've been a threat to you.
When you first accepted their terms, it felt like the lesser of two evils. But being wanted for a change made this whole thing feel...not bad?
Just then, the whole cave shook, sending bits of molten sugarcube dropping from the ceiling. Pitaya Dragon Cookie got up at once, sensing trouble. "I think ssssssssomeone's knocking..."
Suddenly, the cave walls blasted open, and behind it was none other than the Queen Mother of the Hollyberry Kingdom, Hollyberry Cookie, and her bodyguard, Wildberry Cookie. "Pitaya Dragon Cookie!" she thundered. "My daughter-in-law states that she saw you in the Hollyberry Kingdom this afternoon, and that you've taken something from us!"
"Abssssssolute rot!" Pitaya Dragon Cookie spat back. "I've ssssssssstolen nothing from that drunken kingdom of yourssssss!"
"There!" Wildberry Cookie pointed at your figure, hidden between Pitaya Dragon Cookie's wings. "They've captured a young maiden! Miss, stay calm! We are here to rescue you from this beast's clutches!"
Once they realized they were targeted on you, the scales on Pitaya Dragon Cookie's back rose in anger, their wings spreading out and their size tripling. "Foolisssssssh Cookiessssss...this one is MINE!!"
With a sweep of their tail, Pitaya Dragon Cookie knocked the Hollyberrians off their feet. But they weren't down for long. Hollyberry Cookie jumped back up, using her shield to defend herself from the angry dragon's flames. "HAHA! You'll have to do better than that, you old lizard!"
During the whole fight, you stayed underneath the shelter of their stomach, dodging their shifting legs as they moved. You didn't want them to kill these Cookies, but you didn't want those two to hurt Pitaya Dragon Cookie either. "W-Wait! Hold on! You've got it all wrong! I'm not-!"
You were cut off as you felt a cold, hard gauntlet enclose around your forearm. Wildberry Cookie had snuck past Pitaya Dragon Cookie while they were focused on Hollyberry Cookie and had managed to grab you. "This way, Miss! We must-"
But as Wildberry Cookie tried to pull you away, a familiar weight dropped from above you, snapping violently at him and forcing him to let go and back away. "Don't you DARE touch her, Hollyberrian filth!"
Hollyberry Cookie noticed the movement and her eyes widened, seemingly understanding what was going on. "Wildberry Cookie, WAIT-!"
But it was too late. Wildberry Cookie had already charged his wild punch attack, and let it fly with all his might. Pitaya Dragon Cookie dodged, leaving him to hit the walls instead. The cracks ran up to the ceiling, loosening the stalagmites above and sending them plummeting straight for you. "AAGH!!"
Just when you thought you'd be skewered, Pitaya Dragon Cookie was over you in an instant, hissing in pain as the sharp rocks broke against their scales, but they gritted their teeth and refused to move.
When the rocks had stopped falling, Pitaya Dragon Cookie shrank back to their Cookie form, weakened from protecting you. You were at their side instantly, trying to shake them awake. "Pitaya Dragon Cookie! Oh no, are you okay?!"
Wildberry Cookie stepped backwards to his lady's side in confusion. "What...is happening here?"
"Don't you see, Wildberry Cookie?" Hollyberry Cookie pointed out. "That Cookie's no captive. They were protecting her."
"But why?"
"That's what *I* want to know. But I intend on finding out."
Once you had made sure Pitaya Dragon Cookie had recovered, Hollyberry Cookie carefully made her way up to you. "Young lady, I know this is a bit sudden for you, but we were under the impression you were kidnapped. If not, I want to offer you a choice: do you want to travel back to our kingdom, to live with real Cookies again?"
You thought about it for a bit, wondering if this was your chance to go back to reality. But one glance at the dragon that had saved you more than once and your mind was made up.
"I've had enough of Cookies for a while," you admitted, stroking Pitaya Dragon Cookie's bruised head. "I think I'll stay here for now, and keep Pitaya Dragon Cookie company. Someone has to keep them entertained so they won't bother anyone, right?"
Hollyberry Cookie snorted in laughter. "Ha! You're a strange one...but I assume you know what you're doing." With that, she saluted to the Greenish-Red Dragon. "Still was fun to spar with you again, old fellow! See you soon!"
And just as soon as they appeared, the Hollyberrians were gone. Pitaya Dragon Cookie stared after them for a short while, then turned back to you. "You didn't go with them...why?"
"What an interesting question..." you pondered teasingly. "The better one is...why'd you protect me from those rocks?"
For the first time ever, Pitaya Dragon Cookie looked nervous. They flicked their tail poutingly and turned their chin up. "Hmph! Asssss if any dragon would let their preciousssssss treasure get sssssssquashed by thosssssse ugly rockssss or touched by thosssssse worthlesssssss Hollyberriansss!"
They seemed to realize what they said and curled into a ball, tail tapping the ground rapidly with embarrassment. Laughing at the sight, you sat down next to them and scratched the back of their scales, which were no longer risen in anger. "Well, if you want a real answer...I guess being a trophy makes me feel...wanted, you know?"
The beast that had just gone feral mere moments ago was now letting out a low rumble of delight from your scratching. "Mmmm...yessssss. Resssst asssssured, as long assss you're MY treassssure...you're not going ANYWHERE~"
Oooooooh, possessive Pitaya Dragon is something I never knew I needed...niiiiiiiiiice~
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tartelongan · 1 month
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♡◆"The Violet Shadows"◆♡
{A W.I.P. Lychee Dragon Cookie x Shadow Milk Cookie fanfiction} ~ Chapter 1: "The visit that marked the end, from the beginning."
AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53949385
Context: Pre-Shadow Milk becoming evil
[I am SO SORRY for the delay in posting this on Tumblr]
On a silent night, where the rustling of leaves in the cold wind were the only symphony to be heard, and even the skim milk river seemed to be silent (perhaps knowing the events to come)... A Cookie, with contemplative eyes, like a pool of misery, sat alone. One eye was a blue as deep as a clear sky, and his right eye was a lovely cyan you might've seen on glow-in-the-dark crystals. One such cavern held crystals like these, teeming with bats with eyes that glowed a similar color, though not nearly as magnificent as Shadow Milk Cookie's. He was sitting alone, just on the grass and rocks right outside of a violet cavern, with a blue satchel over his shoulder. He gazed at the brooch attached to it, a gemstone resembling the Light of Knowledge he carried. Lost in his own thoughts tinted with heavy grief, he slowly made his way into the cave, casting a spell. His staff illuminated the darkness, but the creatures lurking paid him no mind. He had been here many times before, in the Violet Dragon's abode.
These visits had been unbeknownst to the witches, who considered the 5 dragons a flaw. They did not forsee the Earthbread to create them as pillars of the cycle of life. The witches never considered that the life on Earthbread, nothing more than a little pantry to pick from, would develop systems of magic or principles. The dragon eggs appeared, and when they hatched, new magic flooded Earthbread. Longan's birth brought light magic, Lotus's birth brought water magic, Pitaya's birth brought fire magic, and Ananas's birth brought earth magic. The witches did not think much of it at first, the landscape becoming all-the-more tastier, but they soon became angered by the fact they could not control the dragons or their powers. When the last dragon, Lychee Dragon, hatched, dark magic flooded the Earthbread- a very sour contrast to the other magicks. The shadows had always been there, where the light didn't reach, but nothing lurked in them. In the Land of the Witches, they were just empty, unlike fire, water, earth, and light, which held intrinsic magic. Nothing more than a substance, but not a force. Never a source of magic that they knew of, until the birth of Lychee. This unpredictable new source of magic had the witches fuming because they could not use it, as unique to Earthbread as it was. The closest they held was Dark Moon Magic, from the dark side of the moon- though it has a misleading name, as it is only lunar magic with an opposite magnetic force from the light side.
As a retaliation against their Earthbread creating the 5 five dragons (and later, the elementals), the witches decided to bake the 5 Great Cookies. The 5 Great Cookies, who's virtues were pure, were intended to take the place of the Dragons as the sovereigns of Earthbread (with heavy supervision from the witches). Shadow Milk Cookie knew exactly what the witches thought of the dragons, and so he never spoke to them. There was absolutely no reason to, even if it wasn't forbidden. He was much more focused on his studies, studies of all kinds! He focused on bringing civilization to the Cookies, learning new spells, inventing new spells, and learning how to accomplish new tasks for the witches. He was happy enough to help the Cookies, to please his creators, and to wield his blessings, but he never understood one very strange thing to him- his ingredients. He was told that he had been made from shadows because the witches thought that "baking the absence of light into a Cookie would cancel itself out and create light, something, something, about the opposite happening with some Moonlight Cookie and her hair"... but in the Cookie world, the absence of light itself was a force as strong as the light. A magical, strong force. It was not the absence of light, nor could it become light, yet it could glow. A glow that Shadow Milk so-loved. He would never say it, nor admit it to himself, even permit himself to think of it, as the witches forbid the 5 Great Cookies from practicing dark magic... but he was a night owl. He would sit in the shade, where flowers, enchanted, naturally, with this same foreign energy would glow, and that was when he was happiest. When he wielded the warm magic of the Light, only the shadows growing in depth would make this same, soft feeling spread throughout his soul. He never understood his ingredients because he couldn't fathom being made out of something he was not allowed to like, but it didn't matter. He had things to do!
On the day he met Lychee, they caught him by surprise. It was a long time ago, and the witches were out in their own world, on some sort of trip. It happened often, and those were the days Shadow Milk felt the emptiest, for he was left alone with his thoughts. He'd chosen to explore Beast-Yeast, having finished a given list of tasks much earlier than the other 4 Great Cookies, who insisted they did not need his help (they all agreed he usually seemed overworked). He wandered, and he wandered, until he sensed a large amount of that unknown force he so-adored gathered somewhere. Despite this love, fear coursed through his dough as he made his way through thick, lush sections of a forest, some of it melting away into awe when he spotted Lychee. They were in their Dragon Cookie form, inspecting a blue flower with an eye on it. By this point, both Lychee and Shadow Milk had been adults for quite some time. Despite all of those years of research about the dragons, this was the first time he had been in front of one. He had only ever learned about their dragon forms. Not that they could change into Cookies. He felt a light, happy feeling, for Lychee radiated with dark magic, just like him, but he told himself this happiness came solely from the thrill of exploration. He had fear and joy mixing inside of him, and he decided the fear was about approaching them. They were seemingly a completely regular (albeit, strange-looking) Cookie that just so-happened to be connected to dark magic, just like spicy Cookies and fire magic. It was somewhat true, because he didn't dare leave the cover of the leaves, instead freezing in place until Lychee finally spoke to him (because a light blue Cookie isn't very hard to see in green leaves).
They said to him, "Come forth, won't you?" In a voice as sweet as honey.
Shadow Milk stepped towards them, and they giggled, spotting the nervous look on his face, which they took for flustered.
"It's always the same way with you Cookies! You can't help but do what I say!" They looked at Shadow Milk and then back at the flower they held repeatedly.
Shadow Milk looked at them with an expression of confusion, and they raised an eyebrow- usually, Cookies wouldn't react to their statements like that.
"Hello, what is your name?" was the only thing that Shadow Milk asked them, not really thinking about why they said that. Maybe if he was, he would have comprehended that he should be running away or preparing for battle as soon as they said something like that, but he was a little lost in their eyes.
Attempting to ignore the fact he didn't seem all that under their control ("Cookies usually drop to their knees and start worshipping the floor by now"), they bat their eyes. "My name? Does it really matter? Just keep looking into my eyes!" They smirked, perhaps a bit sheepishly.
"They're so beautiful, the way they glow..." He was mesmerized. The glow didn't look like regular light, but energy. Energy that gave off light, yet not light itself? He never really learned about the properties of dark magic.
Shadow Milk had gotten closer to Lychee by this point, studying them, and so they continued trying to hypnotize him. "I like you, blue Cookie", they said. "You look like this flower. You'll come with me, won't you?" They said, with an innocent smile, offering him the flower.
"This is for me?" Shadow Milk questioned, seeing Lychee nod. He took the flower, said "thank you", and then asked Lychee:
"You want me to come with you? Where are you going? And- your name-"
Staring furiously into Shadow Milk's bespectacled eyes, they realized he wasn't falling under their spell at all. "Why aren't my powers working, agh! You're just a Cookie, so-" They made a frustrated noise. "Stop asking me questions, just come with me!" Lychee grabbed Shadow Milk by the hand and flew away, so quickly, at a height low enough for Shadow Milk to run with them.
Running along, dropping the flower, and out of breath from the exhaustion of wandering for so long, he spoke fast and out of order. "No, no, please, tell me, where are your name? I mean, what's your name-"
Losing their temper, they snapped at him, flying faster, still stringing him along, but looking back at him. "Why do you care so much about my name!? I am the Violet Dragon, and that's all you need to know, stup-"
He stopped their motion, tugging their hand as soon as they were about to crash into a tree. They scoffed, and he inspected their features very closely, gasping. "You are... The Violet Dragon? The one the witches..."
They grinned at Shadow Milk's immediate dread. "OHHHH, now I get it, you're one of those five Cookies then, aren't you? The special ones? You-" Their eyes glowed brighter, and they seemed as if they were thinking, their former expression of cheekiness wiped clean off. "But you're made of darkness? You didn't look like it when I saw y-"
Shadow Milk's eyes widened as he interrupted, flinching, since he knew it was rude. "Darkness, no, no, I'm not made of-"
Lychee was ecstatic, "You're like me! You're made almost entirely out of darkness- I can sens-"
He spoke loudly over them as to not have to hear them any longer. He feared what they might say, thinking of the witches' warnings. "No, no, I'm not! I am Shadow Milk Cookie, the Cookie of Knowledge!" He anxiously sped up his talking, "I'm not made out of darkness, because I'm made of... the absence of light from the realm of the Witches- It's- It's completely different! I'm made of regular shadows, and sweet milk, and I'm nothing like you!" He let go of Lychee's hand, defensively, and held his staff as if he was about to cast a spell. He panted, having run out of air and beginning to regret the last part of what he said.
Looking at Shadow Milk's staff, unimpressedly, and simply moving it down, Lychee- snarkily, but calmly enough, began. "Well, then, 'Shadow Milk Cookie'. You're the Cookie of Knowledge, and you didn't know that you're not made of 'the absence of light' anymore?" They proudly smirked, but only for a moment, placing their hand on the side of Shadow Milk's face, brushing his hair away, and staring deeply into his eyes, just like he did theirs.
"You're lying. I am an envoy of the witches, from the land of the Witches. I'm. Not. Made. Of the same thing as you!" He placed his free hand on Lychee's, the one that was holding him, yet found that he hesitated to break away from the touch. They felt as warm to him as the nights where he'd lie in the grass outside, when the moonlight was scarce and shadow covered the land. A droplet of sweat ran down his face as he felt- no, he knew things were about to fall apart for him.
Despite knowing it wasn't their magic doing this to Shadow Milk, they knew they had some effect on him. "Look at you, poor, sweet little Cookie. Those witches must have lied to you... and you believed their little tricks? Tell me, if you were a Cookie of the Witches, would you find my eyes as beautiful as you do? Are they the loveliest you've ever seen?"
"No." he lied, with a stutter.
"You're a very deceitful Cookie." They smiled, wider and wider as they saw the look on his face. With Lychee holding him, and telling him such a thing when he was already being reminded of the fondest memories he held, his face flushed. It was a complete overload for him- a strange experience.
"Aw, look, you're blushing! So cute." Lychee eyed Shadow Milk up and down, and as they did, the slits in Shadow Milk's eyes shrunk in horror.
"May the witches guide me through-"
Lychee became frustrated. "Don't you dare pray near me! Do you really think you and I aren't the same!? I'll show you something that'll change your mind on what you think you know, you pathetic Cookie!" They took their hand off of Shadow Milk's face, grabbing his hair and tugging it in the direction they wanted to go. He yelped, and they let go immediately. Out of the corner of their eyes, they saw Shadow Milk's staff gleam and snatched it out of his hands, flying off with it.
"Come back, wait!" Shadow Milk raced after them, but they were impossibly fast. Thinking quickly at a close enough distance, he grabbed onto the base of his bag and made a throwing motion without letting go of it, the straps lassoing Lychee's left horn. He pulled.
"What- Oh, you stupid Cookie!" They came to a complete stop. "Fine, I'll show you right her-" Their eyes suddenly widened in surprise as Shadow Milk yoinked his staff right out of Lychee's hands and placed the straps of his bag back over his shoulder. They clenched their dough nubs into "fists" and growled. "Don't you dare ignore me, you're nothing but a Cookie, a COOKIE!" Their eyes flashed a bright violet and they quickly (but gently) tugged on Shadow Milk's long, blue and white hair again. It rippled, almost as if enchanted, and then the effect scattered, resembling a dust storm. It revealed a firm veil of dark magical energy where his hair had been. He screamed, just as he did last time, but only from the sight as the blue lines on this black energy opened. Shadow Milk's heart sank as he realized he was being stared at.
"What have you done!?" He yelled, shaking at the sight of the dark matter and thinking to himself that this was the point of no return. He could barely hold his staff from the way he trembled as the eyes gazed at him.
Lychee had let go of his hair immediately and admired it. "Oh, did the witches not tell you that your hair- well, some of it- looks like this? You REALLY thought that little enchantment over it was your real-"
"CHANGE IT BACK." He looked back and forth sporadically from his hands, his hair, and Lychee. The eyes on his hair seemed to be melting, and the matter seemed to drip away (though it was only an illusion). The sight only tripled his horror.
"Calm down. Actually, just look down." Lychee said, beginning to regret their meeting. "The eyes look like that because they're controlled by your emotional state. They're not reaal. Stop focusing on them and THEN look back."
Shadow Milk stared at Lychee quietly, collecting himself, and sure enough, the eyes on his hair stabilized. Even then, he slipped back into his state of panic. "Change my hair back, please! That kind of magic could never come from me."
Yet he wondered. His hair radiated the exact way that Lychee's eyes did. "Oh, I'll never bother you again..." He rubbed the eyes on his face and said the sentence so guiltily. When he opened his eyes again, they were glazed with tears that had yet to fall.
"Don't tell me you-" They stopped themself, changing their snarky tone of voice to a more sincere one... but still, annoyed. "Oh, you're no fun, don't cry, don't cry, ugh, I promise I'll fix it, but you realize what I just showed you, right? Right? You're smart, aren't you?" They came down from hovering, instead standing on the ground, even if they were short compared to Shadow Milk (and most cookies).
"I know it's not true, but, please, tell me you turned my hair into-" his voice broke, "this." He looked at them, sitting down on his knees. "Tell me I'm not this way, that I'm not made of the same shadows that make you up..." He raised a hand to his eyes, even though he knew Lychee saw the droplets.
"So, you want me to lie to you, even though you know we're the same? Don't you like the darkness? You said I had pretty eyes, so what kind of energy do you think they glow from?" They took one of his hands and decided to sit down too.
He pulled his hand back, slowly. "I'm not allowed-"
"But you like it." They took his hand back. "I'll re-enchant your hair, but, are you sure that you hate it?"
"The witches would never let me have my hair like this... Violet Dragon." He looked back at his hair, then at Lychee again, noticing it swung nicely as he moved his head.
"I didn't ask you about what the witches think!" They put an emphasis on 'witches', saying the word like it tasted bad. "I asked you if you like your hair. And... My name is Lychee Dragon Cookie." They grabbed half of Shadow Milk's hair because of the way it was naturally split and gently moved it into Shadow Milk's view.
He whispered, "It reminds me of your eyes", and Lychee immediately knew what he meant.
Their eyes then sparkled with energy once more. "Close your eyes, the two on your face. Just do it." Shadow Milk obliged, and they re-enchanted his hair. It looked like regular cream again, just like the chunks of his hair that actually were like that. They then tapped Shadow Milk's shoulder, and he opened his eyes, seeing that the shadowy, glowy, magical eye having energy that was his hair, was now back to looking like frosting.
"You- you fixed it!" Shadow Milk smiled as Lychee let go of his hair, though he winced. He noticed just how abnormally his hair moved compared to other Cookies, no doubt a result of the enchantment. It didn't bounce like how Eternal Sugar or Burning Spice's hair bounced, nor did it sweep like theirs did. It was always a little strange, and now...
"There you go, milk boy. Are you going to do what you said and never talk to me ever again, now?" Lychee bat their eyes at Shadow Milk.
He looked at them and- and he didn't know.
"Fine, fine, what if I show you something else? You're hard to please." Lychee playfully rolled their eyes and waited eagerly for what Shadow Milk would say.
"Well, the witches-"
"Won't be back for a week!" Lychee interrupted. "So, you have all the time in the world, come on, I'll tell you how I know- I'll show you!"
"If... you're not about to show me something dangerous..." He watched Lychee stand up and begin walking, and he followed, though, reluctantly...
Lychee looked back at him as they walked and smiled. "Everything's a little dangerous, Shadow Milk Cookie. Now, what if I pick you up and just take you to where we're going to go?"
Shadow Milk looked at them worriedly, "Aren't you... kind of small, for that? Walking is fine."
"Alright, then..." Lychee sighed and walked forwards slowly, with Shadow Milk following them at a normal pace. Eventually, Shadow Milk ended up in front of them, and stopped in confusion. He looked behind him, and found nobody to be there. Looking forward again, Lychee sweep-kicked his legs and caught him, carrying him bridal-style. He yelped and they leaned their face to his. "Do you still think I can't carry you? Hahaha!" Shadow Milk shook his head gently and carefully used Lychee's shoulders to let himself down, despite the fact he could've just jumped. "What's the headshake mean, Shadow Milk Cookie?", they said, now walking in front of Shadow Milk in the right direction.
"It means... You're really strong, Lychee Dragon Cookie..."
"I know." They replied, still in front of Shadow Milk and never looking back at him.
He breathed a sigh of relief, knowing they didn't see him blush.
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disclaimer since I was asked by someone.... no, shadow milk isn't bald. lychee didn't make him bald😭😭😭 his hair is enchanted to look like regular frosting/cream hair, but not all of his hair is like that. part of his hair is the dark shadowy energy thing that it is in his canon sprites 😭😭😭 please let me know if this is a widespread misconception 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
ALSO let me know if I should continue coloring in the pronoun words and any important words like I did here!!! i thought it might be nice but it may be annoying for some!! sorry for any mistakes. he/him for shadow milk, they/them for lychee
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dark-lily-au · 18 days
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Establishing communication
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Chapters: 1 2
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Authors Notes: Finally got a chapter out in time I hope you guys enjoy don't forget to send asks
Emptiness and then a red light. that's what she saw and then there was a cookie in front of her a cookie that was different yet the same
“Who are you?”
“I'm you, but better.”
“How?”
“Because I survived.”
“But how? I'm alive too!”
“Yeah but it's not you it's me.”
What do you mean what are you talking about
“Do you still think you're white lily?”
“Yes, yes I am.”
“You're not, you're me and I am not you. I used to be you but I'm not”
Lily stared at her confusingly until she felt something hit her stomach really hard and she opened her eyes for real.
As she opened her eyes she saw velvet looking at her and velvet punching her in the stomach repeatedly. she slowly grabbed his hand
“That's not a very good way of waking me up!”
She said slightly scoldingly but tried not to scare him
He just stared at her so she wasn't sure if he could understand her speech
The little cookie just walked the edge of the napkins, looking down seemingly contemplating jumping off
After Lily realized what he was about to do she quickly caught them. the napkins are way too tall for cookie like him to be falling off of
“Hey I will carry you down don't worry! I do have to do some stuff anyway.”
He just stared at her
“Do you want to go down?” she asked
He nodded
He nodded…so that does that mean that he understands her… she has to check
“do that again if you really want to go down.”
He nodded again, this time more aggressively
He does understand her, so he does understand cookie speech that's good, that's good
She smiled as she used magic to put him down to the table
Her son was so smart he was baked a few hours ago and he already understood her speech. she reached out for her
Grabbing it and some supplies she got down to the table opening up her notebook she took notes about her sleep and about her weird dream and then she looked for velvet
Velvet was nowhere to be seen
She looked away for 1 minute and he was gone and she felt the panic seep into her. what if he fell from the table and crumbled? what if you fell into one of her experiments?? what if..what if!
She frantically started to look around trying to find him to make sure that he's safe until she heard something
barking
She quickly flew to the the place that the voice came from and saw cake hounds with velvet in the middle of them
He was howling, clapping his hands walking around and the hound seemed to be following him. they seem to be playing with him.
She had a huge sigh of relief. well he seems to be safe even enjoying himself but she needs to keep a close eye on him
And then she questioned how the hounds got here and then she felt the headache and remembered, “oh yeah” she is the one who made them rise up
But she taught all of them. all of them had left but some of them must have stayed but then why didn't she notice them?
She knew the answer and she was too focused on her research to notice them. they just kept themselves and her nose was too deep in books to notice
She continued observing them
Velvet was having the time of his life as he was playing, trying to catch with all of them. he ran they followed and then when they catch him he followed
Lily wasn't sure if that was exactly catch since she never had hounds or played with other children but it was a good description of the game so she wrote it down on her notebook on a section that she had dedicated to her son
But she still kept her attention on velvet. she knew that he was probably safe with the hounds considering that she has the ability to command them but it was still better to be safe than sorry
But as she continued watching him she started to notice his communication seemed to be more complex and his howling seemed more than imitation
She continued observing and she started realizing he was fully talking to them as they played. He barked and howled and others reply with similar barks and howls
It was full two way communication. she only knew that he was capable of understanding cookie language even though he was only a few hours old
Did something in the ultimate dough also make him understand hound language? There was only one way to know she slowly approached him
“Hey velvet I have a question”
He barked the other stopping the play
“Can you understand them like you understand me?”
Velvet stared at her for a minute seemingly trying to process the question and then he gave nod and continued playing
He had confirmed himself. velvet was the first cookie who is capable of understanding how to fully speak fluent level hound language
She frantically started to take notes proudly. she had to investigate this more, she had to ask more questions!she continued taking notes until she heard something else
A cry.
she looked away for too long
She flew towards him, looking at him he was sitting holding his knee and crying the other hounds surrounding him trying to lick the wound but he stopped them
He may have cracked it, she can't believe it she looked away for too long again. she's a horrible mother. she reached for a pack bandages
Looking at him very gently she said
“Hey velvet I know it hurts but you need to let me see it so that I can make it stop hurting”
He stared at her for a little and then let go. she slowly lifted up his pants, there was a small crack seems to be superficial, something that wouldn't even leave a scar.
She's felt excited as she grabed bandages and she questioned “why was he crying so hard that something so small?” “but he was a child this was his first injury of course he would cry like that!” she answered her own question.
As it was finished she smiled and looked back at his face, he had stopped crying and he was looking at her. she had noticed that the bandage on the crack side of his face had gotten discolored, that might give him mold
She slowly removed it, noticing a discoloration and then he opened it. it was her time to just stare but his black sclera and slit pupil
So he was more like her than she thought. forever affected by the ultimate dough, she knew she probably had to do tests and other stuff but..
But not now
“Look, you're all better! if you want you can continue playing.”
He nodded again and slowly got up but instead of going back to the others he hugged her. she embraced the hug, there was a lot ahead of them but she was ready to face it
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necroangelz · 3 months
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No one to share the memory of frost.
day 1.5 of @ebiuxxxx's event
“ a character / song you are kin with / relate to. ”
STARFRUIT COOKIE SEMI-DRABBLE! repeated day 1 because i just really wanted to write. takes place after pomegranate's betrayal and starfruit can't seem to sleep tonight, as always. the rest of the story is under the cut. please enjoy.
“ You're my best friend, now I've no one to tell of how I lost my best friend. . . ”
The stars have gone dark. Both the stars in her heart and the stars in the prophetic fountain. She lays awake in bed with bloodshot eyes. Sleep has eluded her for nights now; every time she closes her eyes, she sees red. She sees puffs of red hair, a red ceremonial robe sweeping across the floor, and enchanting red eyes. Pulling her in. Engulfing her in an embrace as it stabs her in the back.
Starfruit used to be at the top. She was respected, admired. Wasn't it so great that she was able to connect with the stars and become an oracle at such a young age? Her heart is as pure as the glowing stars above, but not all hearts are the same as hers.
As she laid on her mess of a bed, her curly hair fanned out beneath her, she holds her hands to her chest and prays a repeating mantra.
May the stars guide me once again, may the stars guide me once again, may the stars guide me once again....
The uttered words were barely over a whisper. If she spoke much louder she might burst into tears. Although the volume of her voice doesn't matter, nor how fervently she prays, the stars never listen anymore.
Her weak voice fades and she falls silent. It was truly unjust—why must she, the victim, suffer so much for this? Why can't the stars, or anyone for that matter, seem to forgive her? Maybe this was really the end for her. She was so foolish.
A thought enters her restless, wandering mind.
She wonders if Pomegranate would understand her situation despite being the direct cause of Starfruit's downfall.
Deep in her heart, she knew she would.
End.
Blue space divider (in the header): by @cafekitsune
header by me.
yellow stars divider (in the post): by @saradika
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phorolytte · 5 months
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Lily Flower
https://archiveofourown.org/works/39120108/chapters/97866888
Relationships: Platonic, Pure Vanilla & the Cookies of Darkness
Summary: Seeking the fleeting shadows of his old friend, Pure Vanilla joins the cookies of darkness. Unknown to him, they are a group of ragtag outcasts and damaged people, held together by mirrors and faded strings. His presence just happened to be the tipping point.
Everything begins to fall apart.
Excerpt (what you’ll be getting into):
This is the truth I had sought all along. The secret to life. 
The little girl dissolved in front of her eyes. She had been reaching out to White Lily as if the mage could save her.
On the shelf, a forgotten staff wilted. 
How utterly meaningless! 
White Lily had not felt the initial burn. She had been in shock, but it was only a second delay. The liquid seared against her skin, and she screamed, but more liquid entered her throat. She snapped her mouth shut, but resisting made no difference. Melting was inevitable. She watched as her legs boiled and crumbled into the mixture. Her vision seemed to flatten as part of her head joined the melting pot of the dead. 
But… 
What a pointless existence. She spent all her life learning the secrets of magic, but had yet to apply them. Her curiosity led to dissolve in the bottom of a witch’s cauldron. She will die alone, her life cut short. There was still so much in the world she wanted to do, so much to experience. She wanted to try one of Golden Cheese’s infamous baskets, lose in Hollyberry’s drinking competitions, join the Make Dark Cacao Laugh group. She wished to see Pure Vanilla again, his angelic smile and hidden mischievous streak. If only he were here with her. 
I want to live… 
The liquid tasted sweet. 
A monster rose from the primordial soup, far larger than any singular cookie. She was the amalgamation of all the lives tossed into the cauldron, warped half-living cookies consumed by a singular consciousness. 
The Dark Enchantress clawed her way out of the boiling liquid amidst gasps and cries. Witches screamed and fled as they were lifted off their feet by powerful magic, spells woven together from a lifetime of research. A dead staff flew into the monster’s grasp, useful beyond the grave. 
These are my gods? She sneered at the heaving, ugly creatures, as they screeched in an incomprehensible language. No, I don’t accept that. 
Plants broke through the ground, ensnaring witches and plunging roots through them, new life growing where they wasted space. Light and dark magic flooded the space, twisting in tandem, the cumulative reactions they caused with each other far stronger than they would be alone. Witches wailed as their bodies were replaced with sugar. Unable to sustain flesh and blood, the sugar crumbled and the witches crumbled with them. Cold, efficient magic stopped hearts and burst blood vessels. 
She threw her hand into the air. Normally, large crystals were catalysts for opening rifts in the world, but the dark enchantress was powerful to the point where tools did not matter. Magic crystallized at her will, dense enough to substitute. She waved and the crystals burst, opening doors to new possibilities. 
Creatures stuck within the burning fires of the ovens came through the rifts, ready to do her bidding. Cake monsters and summons crawled out of the depths of hell as she cackled. She flew above them, freer than she had ever been. 
The Dark Enchantress hated the truth. She hated the fact that she was born to be eaten, to die. She refused to accept her fate; this time, she will create her own truth and the world must bend to accommodate. 
Guilt no longer chained her down, starlight no longer haunted her every move. White Lily had finally given up, fading along with the scores of others in that cauldron. What monster took her place feared not the darkness, the forbidden nature of magic. What could compare to the horrible reality she had seen? 
The Dark Enchantress was worse than the fallen heroine’s nightmares. She embraced the darkness, for she was darkness itself. 
“Come, my monsters, my dear abominations!” she cried, pointing her dead staff at the fleeing creatures. “Tonight, we have a witch hunt!” 
And the shadows danced, no longer smothered by light.
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asktheplethaura · 1 year
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GingerBrave + C.O.D (1)
Gingerbrave and the Cookies of Darkness hang out for a day, and nothing bad happens?? We need more of those moments, cause we already know that #Fragments doesn't do that, lmfao.
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BraveCookie wandered around the castle that Dark Enchantress and the Cookies of Darkness called home. The castle was so spacious and comfortable. More comfortable than a small, cold house.
The child seemed to be in a bit of a chipper mood today, enjoying the sights and sounds a the birds outside seemed to be basking in the sunlight.
Chiffon followed the young cookie, barking all the while. The chipper cake-hound was always fun to be around.
"Hey Chiffon." GingerBrave smiled down to the hound, before petting him on his sweet cake noggin. The cake-hound closed it's eyes in response, accepting his pats, before going to run around the child again. The dog was a bit obnoxious at the moment, most likely too many treats snuck to him by Red Velvet Cookie.
Just as GingerBrave went to pet the anxious pooch, the nearby door opened. Pomegranate Cookie stepped out of her room, her reddened eyes unreadable behind her pink sleeves.
At her gaze, the child stiffened, before starting to walk the other way, as he assumed it was her very silent warning of him and the cake-hound being too noisy in the hallway.
Just as he went to turn around, Pomegranate made a gesture with her head, beckoning the child into her quarters.
The boy was tempted just to keep walking, and pretend not to have seen the gesture, but two things were stopping him. Those being the fact that he knew she knew he saw, and the fact that it would be something for ANYONE to have a gripe against him for later, which he did not want.
He nodded, and walked into Pomegranate Cookie's room, and shut the door behind himself, leaving the Cake-Hound in the hallway, as he did not ant to enter the room with the boy.
Hesitantly, GingerBrave sat down on the nearby floor, not saying a word. Pomegranate cookie went and sat at her mirror, before turning and facing the child- hands folded neatly over her lap.
She tilted her head n the direction of a cushion off to the immediate left of herself, a place made for the boy to sit down.
He was still hesitant, of course. However, not wanting to make the red haired woman angry, he complied.
Within a few moments, the older cookie started beading some small cookie-shaped crafts. All of them in red beads of course. However, the movement of her hand was swift, and skilled. All of the small things she made were done in mere seconds or minutes.
For a moment, GingerBrave forgot his nervousness and his eyes showed a spark of interest and even admiration.
Pomegranate easily took notice of this, and handed him his own set of beads, a needle, and some string. She set hers down, and wordlessly showed GingerBrave how to sew the beads together properly.
Despite the fact he failed a couple of times, the child seemed to be very interested, and kept trying- even if he did accidentally stab his own fingers with the needle a couple times.
GingerBrave smiled as he started to sew beads together, doing the first thing that came to mind. Which would be Dark Enchantress.
He was new to this art form, but he was doing surprisingly well. When Gingerbrave wasn't looking, Pomegranate smiled just the smallest bit. Somewhat happy to find someone who appreciated something she found entertainment in as much as she did.
They both continued to make beaded decorations together for the rest of the night until bed time.
@keeperofthecookies
Tagging you, because it's a me, Mario
Also fluffy GingerBrave and COD moments ftw
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rottenkadaver · 1 year
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/46567579/chapters/117265840
"behind locked doors." • Capsaicin Cookie x Kouign-Amman Cookie x Prune Juice Cookie (aka Polychampions) • 1835 words, chapter 1 of 4 • Fluff
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mahimeghan · 2 months
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Looking for Cookie Run Drabble Prompts
okay so i’ve not established myself very well on tumblr but i’m looking to do that so… send some prompts in my askbox!
ovenbreak or kingdom, literally anything sfw! go nuts. if i like the prompt i’ll give you a short little ficlet for it!
some characters i really enjoy writing are: octopus/abyss monarch, electric eel, vampire, alchemist, sea fairy, cotton candy, eclair, earl grey, cream unicorn, and roguefort
any character is cool but those are the ones i am familiar with!!
go ahead and put your requests in my askbox :3
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blessedshortcake · 1 year
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Espresso paused, hearing a knock on his door. He looked at the time, wondering who would want to talk to him so late at night. He swiftly walked up and opened the door, raising his eyebrows in surprise at Strawberry Crepe. They shuffled nervously, unable to meet his gaze.
Or alternatively - Crepe has a nightmare and goes to Espresso for comfort for the first time ever. He feels a bit awkward but tries his best to distract them from their bad dreams anyway.
HERE IS THE PROMISED FOUND FAMILY STUFF I PROMISE MORE IS COMING BUT FOR NOW HERE HOPE U ENJOY DHSKKF
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pearldiverrrr · 1 year
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introduction post !!
hello!! welcome to my blog, this is my alt account, and it is centered around cookie run! i will mostly be posting my ocs and fanfiction!! my main account is @lethe-waters, where i post about sonic shenanigans. this blog, however, is dedicated to cookie run!!
here, i will mainly post cringe x reader fanfiction along with fanart and the occasional oc content!! if you know me irl nuh uh (i am so sorry)
request box will always be open !! i actually plead that you check it out!!
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you can call me fern, i use mirror pronouns or she/he (not a big fan of they/them) and heres what i'll do!!
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fanfiction :
i mainly write x readers, but occasionally i'll write platonic character on character interaction, or even romantic interaction for ships like seamoon!!
any reader i write about will remain vague, but will be a cookie. i've seen "baker" readers for cookie run and i will not be writing anything of that sort unfortunately
no nsfw !!!! i might make vulgar jokes and such but i wont be writing anything straight out there
readers tend to be gender neutral, please specify if you would like something different <33
if i ignore your request, that doesnt mean i wont do it!! sometimes it takes me a little bit to get around to doing things. but, please remember i have every right to not answer requests!!
i take requests for pretty much every kingdom character (i've yet to play ovenbreak) but there are a few exceptions! i will NOT write for affagato or clotted cream, you may suggest anyone else, though!
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fanart :
at the moment, i dont take requests for art!! while i draw frequently, it's a long process
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oc's/self-insert's :
i dont write for anyone else's characters, but you may see mine on this blog here and there!!
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ty for reading !
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antonballdeluxe · 2 years
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Parallel Parking
Coffee Cookie teaching Skater Cookie how to drive in a parking lot. That's it. That's the fic.
Also on AO3.
A Saturday that would've been spent on a group call, either screaming of the obscure topic that someone else would've brought up today, spent playing some virtual board game, or any other number of things to waste a weekend with when your friends were car-dependant and couldn't make it a day in-person, and Skater Cookie sat in the front of Coffee Cookie's smaller car, wind passing through a crack in the top of the window. He knew he could press a button for a second or two at any time to get the wind out of his face, but seeing as the two were almost at their destination, his hands remained in his lap. Probably would be texting, but he left his phone home. Top killers of the newest drivers, of course, no distractions allowed for the half an hour they would be there.
Coffee pulled a right into a local school's parking lot. Saturday, perfect to use one of these. Nobody's there. A few others for some sort of town meeting, but that's the other parking lot. A perfect day to teach her son something. And so, parked, not parallel (yet), the two both step out.
"So, why bring out the expensive one?" Skater asked. She usually used the van anyways for everything else. This car, sleek, long, bright scarlet -- and then stuck in the garage for eleven months out of twelve in a year. A bit of a money waste. Could be like every other expensive one she's tried to buy, where she ended up selling it a year or two later, but no, this one's been here for four more years than the last one. "Smaller, should be easier for you," Coffee replied, a hand on a traffic cone, the other on the tape measure. The measurements for parallel parking again…seven feet. Maybe eight.
One cone, then two, each with a stick slapped on the top for visibility's sake. One made of standard plastic, orange, two white stripes at the top. The other was shorter, made of wood, and probably grabbed from in the same dusty garage the car sat in. Whatever worked. Coffee only brought Skater out because the official, trained-professional lessons were four months ago, and his test in one month ahead. Less than a month. She's busy with work, the weather here isn't the best during the winters, but finally, some time off of job, some mother-son bonding. And some practical life skills, of course. And so, with the makeshift spot set up, the two traded places in seats. Skater at the wheel, his mother at side and at aid if need be. One foot went to the brake pedal already, wait, no, that could the gas one too. Wait. Wait a second. Which one is break again.
"Mom?" "Yes?" "Which one is the breaks?" "Has it been that long? It's the one on the left." The one that stuck out more. Should've been obvious, but what if it wasn't, and Skater managed to careen this hunk of metal into the curb within the first five minutes? Either way, he should be fine. It's on parking, an arm slides it into drive. His foot moves to gas.
"Do a circle around the lot first." Coffee asked, and Skater obligated, the arm moving to join another at the wheel. Turn the wheel, around one curb, and then trying to let the wheel spin back on its own. Within two seconds of it moving at snail's pace, Skater rushed it back to straighten, and already, as all driving is, avoiding death once more. The other three ways around to where they started were the same, with each having a droplet more skill to it. And right at the cones, Skater's head slammed him with what he needed -- the instructions on how to parallel park. First, one must line up with the other cars. Make sure the front of the one at the back is the one at the back of your own. Done with little trouble, had to brake and then idle up a bit more to make sure everything was fine.
"Good job, dear," a compliment from Coffee, the ultimate validation from mother to child. Skater's heart lightened up a bit from the teen-driver anxiety a population shares, like being soaked in a warm water in a bath. That's what mother's love feels like, especially at the age where one starts to drift more and more from it until boxes are packed and one leaves the nest. "Now, do you remember the next step? Reverse in until you're four inches from the curb," a friendly reminder, but one Skater needed. That warm feeling was a slight flood now, because he had, indeed, forgotten what to do next, and even the slight knock in the head Coffee just gave was a huge help. Turn the wheel, foot on brake, reverse, foot off break. Push the gas pedal, just slightly, and-- oh. The wheel was the wrong way. Brake again. Other way. Thank the stars that didn't lead to disaster. Everything's settled. How mindless. Driving was a mindless art, yet if your mind's brush even diverts a bit, who knows which part of your dough hits the fence next to the roads? But then again, knowing his hobbies, maybe Skater was used to that sort of danger. No stranger to traversing roads on the board, meeting up with the neighbors this way, angering any middle-aged cookie who thought there should be a bike lane.
And go.
Coffee guided on, still, "Just a little more, now you can breakOK, PLEASE BREAK," and turns out Skater's foot hit the wrong pedal when she said break the first time. A fast movement back, a harsh stop, and both of them felt the propel forwards, only stopped by cookie's second best invention, a seatbelt.
"Shit, hold on, let me step out a second…" All of that warmth felt from the compliments was flushed away down the drain at that mistake. The guilt. Was the car ok? Were they going to be ok? What if they had to walk back? Worries, worries, Skater's mind droned on, until a thumbs-up could be seen from Coffee in the back. Everything was fine. A breath was let out from Skater, a sigh of relief, and Coffee made her way back to shotgun.
The rest of the parking attempt was ok. And so, the process repeated a few times, and each time, Skater grew better. That's how driving practice performs. Half an hour of this…oh, what a story Skater could tell in the group chat tonight. Better than the microdrama they usually brought in, at least. Maybe Skater would be able to pass a driver's test after all of this.
After all, a mother knows best for her children.
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minecraftninjerkid · 6 months
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The Lying Gatekeeper and the Blind Princess
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Pairing: First Meeting, Burnt Cheese Cookie x Reader Cookies in Bond Buff: Burnt Cheese Cookie, (Y/N) Cookie, Golden Cheese Cookie Warnings: Minor gore Word Count: 1,669 words Summary: Every night, on the tallest dune in the Parmesan Desert, a lone jackal would sit vigil under the night sky, soon attracting the attention of a visiting princess from a kingdom far away. When his fear brings her to ruin, only the blessing of the Golden Sovereign will give him a second chance to make things right. Scenario: Fairytale AU, Love at First Sight, Misunderstanding A/N: Okay, a friend of mine (who sadly doesn't have Tumblr) requested a fic regarding the new Cookie, and I kinda owed them one after they helped me with an art thing, which was the origin of this! Unfortunately, I was being a dum-dum and I deleted their ask, so just to clarify, requests are still closed, I have a bunch more to finish up and this is just at the top of the list to repay a little debt! Enjoy!
Once upon a time, there were ruins of an ancient kingdom surrounded by the dunes of the Parmesan Desert. The kingdom itself was said to be a frightening place. Once a prosperous land ruled by a powerful goddess, it was now filled with mysterious entities and terrible beasts. Even during the night, the desert blazed hot enough to burn a Cookie's dough. Because of this, Cookies rarely ventured into the desert.
As terrible as the desert was, the innocent souls who DID traverse into the sands were watched over when the moon was full. This was the responsibility of a lone burnt cheese jackal, who proudly sat vigil under the moon high atop the biggest dune every night.
His fellow jackals often looked down on him for it. In their eyes, Cookies were prey, and therefore it was impossible for them to get along. He once thought like them, but hearing stories of the goddess, a Cookie, care for jackals like them in her kingdom...he wasn't so sure that was the case, hence his careful watch on any that came into the desert.
One evening, the jackal drew in an unforseen admirer--a Cookie princess, traveling from a faraway kingdom. One the first night of their journey, she sensed an unseen presence watching over them all the while. When morning came, the princess left a gift, a single clover, as thanks. Her protector's identity was hidden because of the dunes, but it only piqued the princess's curiosity.
The jackal had never been praised for his dutiful watch before. He hesitated at first, but for some reason, he soon grew fond of it. For several more nights, the jackal protected the caravan from the shadows, always looking forward to the princess's gifts of thanks. However, he feared that if she discovered he was a monster, she would be frightened and would leave the desert for good. So, as soon as the sun began to rise, he would flee back into the ruins of the ancient kingdom.
Things changed one particular night, where the princess was filled not with curiosity, but determination. She wanted to see the identity of her guardian angel with her own two eyes...so she climbed the tallest dune, her heart full.
But the jackal was caught off-guard by her getting so close. In a panic, he tried to avert her eyes, but his sharp claws ended up tearing at them instead. Wounded, the princess tumbled back down the dune, her cries of pain attracting the attention of her escorts. They brought her back to their camp and to her parents. Her blindness bringing disappointment to the royal family, they made her a prisoner of their camp, with plans to return to their kingdom, where she would be locked away for eternity to hide her shame.
When the jackal heard of this, he was deeply ashamed of his actions and swore to make it right. He had heard from the creatures of the desert that the goddess that once ruled the ancient city still dwelled in the temple ruins and could be of help, so he ventured into the ruins to seek her aid.
The dingo had explored the ruins before, and by the time the sun rose, he had managed to make it into the temple catacombs, where a golden sarcophagus domineered over the others that lay in the tomb. From it, he heard a voice...the voice of the Golden Sovereign.
"What a rare customer..." she chuckled. "A Cookie-eating burnt cheese jackal, coming all the way here...what is this all about?"
"I wish to become a Cookie," the jackal pleaded. "There is a princess I wish to bring to you who is in need of your power."
The goddess let out a hearty laugh: sly jackals hardly said such things. "A monstrous jackal, becoming a Cookie?! How amusing. No need to divulge the details...I believe I already know why. But I am not one to give something for nothing, if I am to give at all, dear beast."
The room began to glimmer with golden light, surrounding the tomb. "The most valuable of hearts are the ones willing to lose what's important to them in order to get what they want," she advised the jackal. "And the most valuable thing to a jackal...is their free spirit. I will turn you into a Cookie...but in return, you must swear your loyalty to me and me alone."
The jackal's heart trembled with indecision...the mysterious free spirit that the princess so admired, or the chance to hold her hand...
"...I swear my allegiance to you, Golden Goddess, in exchange for the form of a Cookie."
The corners of the goddess's mouth curled up. "To receive such an offering from a creature usually so prideful...I shall offer you something extra," she declared, her eyes twinkling dubiously. "The desert is a cruel and dangerous place, and your fair princess shall crumble before she ever reaches me in these catacombs. I shall grant you the power of the earth itself to defend her and yourself from the monsters that guard these ancient walls."
But before she started the ritual, the goddess warned one last thing. "Beware: for if the light of the full moon should hit your dough, you shall be returned to your jackal form, as truth always shines in the presence of Moon Magic."
When the golden light faded, the jackal indeed had the form of a Cookie, and within, he felt a fraction of the goddess's power. He re-entered the desert and snuck into the camp where the princess was now imprisoned.
The princess sensed him nearby like she had before, raising her face. Her eyes were bandaged, as if to hide something shameful and dirty. "...Who goes there?"
"Be calm," the jackal told her. "I have been watching your party closely, and I have seen what's happened to you.
"You're the one who's protected us from afar..." the princess realized. "Thank goodness you're alright...I thought the beast from earlier had gotten to you."
"I am a soldier from the kingdom that lies within this desert," the jackal lied. "The queen of our land is rich and powerful. She can provide the resources to heal you, but only if you journey to the center of the city with me."
The princess was dumbfounded upon hearing this idea. "It'd be hard to take me deep inside the desert..." she said, her head hanging and her shoulders shaking. "That monster rendered me blind...I can still feel its claws raking over my eyes."
These words pierced the jackal's heart like a spear, but he remained calm. "Do not fear," he assured her. "I will protect you on our journey, as I have been doing before. You will be safe with me."
And so, the jackal reached out and grasped the princess's tiny, warm hand. Though she was scared, she weakly grasped his back. Indeed, the jackal had given up his freedom to do this...but the joy that one touch brought him, he was glad he did.
They braved the deadly desert to travel to the ancient ruins of the Golden Cheese Kingdom and heal the princess. They spoke to each other during their journey, and with every word, they grew even closer.
But as expected, they encountered many dangers on their quest. Luckily, thanks to the powers bestowed by the goddess, the jackal was able to protect the princess the whole way through.
The princess was enthralled. "Where did you receive such incredible powers?" she asked him.
There was no way the jackal could tell her it was given to him as penance for trading away his freedom to the goddess. "I was tasked as the gatekeeper of the ancient city, so such powers were bestowed upon me in order to protect our home," he lied once more.
Such feats only increased the princess's admiration for him, yet they brought him great pain. Up until then, he'd been happy to hold her hand as a Cookie, believing there was nothing to fear. But his true form was a beast that she hated, and she didn't even know he was the one who had blinded her. If she ever found out...
His mind buzzed with anxiety the longer they stayed together. He couldn't be with the princess unless he kept lying. He was beginning to feel conflicted about his feelings for her and his deceit. For he knew, deep down, his true self could not be with her.
Eventually, they made it to the temple in one piece, but before they could enter the catacombs, a beam of moonlight shone from the pyramid's skylight above, casting on the jackal as he led the princess ahead. As the goddess warned, he was turned back into his original form, and upon recognizing the feel of the claws that blinded her, the frightened princess attempted to run away. In doing so, she fell into the catacombs, fatally injuring herself.
Now vulnerable, the monsters within the cavern attempted to prey upon her, but the jackal, though having lost his Cookie form, fought fiercely to continue protecting the princess, as he swore to guide her to her goal to the end, even if she feared his true self.
As the two lay dying in each other's company one last time, the goddess bore witness to everything that had transpired. Having touched her commonly selfish heart through his actions, she had pity on them and stretched out her hand to save them once more. She restored the jackal to his Cookie form and transformed the princess into a statue that rested at the gates of the temple, with all-seeing eyes that could peer into a Cookie's very soul.
From that day on, the jackal abandoned his nameless past and became known as Burnt Cheese Cookie, gatekeeper of the Golden Cheese Kingdom. And it was said the gates he guarded were empowered by the spirit of the one he loved, the one he lied for...and the one he protects to this day.
DANG, I had an itch to write a folklore-like legend! Might be something you find etched in hieroglyphics on the wall of a pyramid or something, IDK, that's what I was trying to emulate. Based the story off of this platformer I played which I REALLY liked the story of, because y'all know I go CRAZY for love stories told in the form of a fairytale 😋
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vampire-cookie · 2 years
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a friendly reminder i have the entirety of @feastofcadavers on a google doc to read :)
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dark-lily-au · 1 month
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Sorry it took me so long to upload a lot of Life stuff happened but don't worry have not abandoned this
The first thing that he had ever known was pain and helplessness, no ability to do anything just laying there waiting for his fate.
His first breaths weren't even breaths, they were desperate gasps trying to keep himself afloat purely on instinct
And then he started sinking; he didn't have the energy or the power to fight before they knew what Hope was; he had already lost it.
Until he saw something rising out of the dough. a light, something, somehow, some way, was getting out of here
He reached out trying to catch it. he knew he wanted to escape, he knew he wanted to survive, so with his last bit of strength he reached
He was laying on the table, he didn't know why, he didn't know how, but he had made it
For the first time in his life he was breathing comfortably. it felt good, it felt so good
He took in a few more breaths smiling, feeling happy for the first time and then he felt something underneath
İt laid there like him, he slowly started to get up, his steps were pretty strong for a newly baked
He got off of the thing which later he would learn is a cloak, he continued to examining it
After a while he just picked it up and wrapped it around himself it felt right, just right
They stared at the cookie in front of them who had open arms and then they were engulfed by it
İt felt like it had covered them. it feels good so good
When it was finished they took off the cloak and put it around her. she didn't have a coat and a coat was needed
And then he looked at someone else who stared at him back. they were actually two of them
But the other cookie didn't seem alarmed she just stared as he got down next to her
Continuing to stare, his head felt heavy and it fell to her arm. She just smiled. it felt good
He felt himself slip away. well it's happening again was he still drowning, but now this was a good slipping away so he let it
Velvet slept on top of a pile of napkins, fully bandaged up using Lily's cloak as a blanket. Lily lay down on the pile her wand next to her
she was exhausted after Two notebooks worth of achievements and discoveries in the last few hours she was kind of proud of herself
And it wasn't even finished! she hasn't even gotten into half of the books yet she could feel the excitement boiling inside of her
There was so much more to explore in this kitchen, books that she hadn't gotten into, spells that she hadn't tried
She imagined how much these spells would help cookie kind. of possibility of adaptation, oh yeah she should start trying it with her nature magic
Maybe it can even be adapted by wizard cookies, although she knew how dark moon magic was regarded
They will probably be the hardest to adapt into other magic styles but she still thinks it's possible
She wanted to try out immediately but her body didn't let her move, her bandaged burnt ruined body
She could hear them again, the way that they cleared out when she walked into the hallway. the way that professors gave the single seat to her and The whispers the painful agonizing whispers
She wanted to stab herself in the head to stop these thoughts, to stop these memories. she knew something was wrong with her already she didn't need to be reminded
Because she knew they were wrong. she was the one with the light of Truth, she was the one who defeated the great calamity. she wasn't that meek little child anymore
So what if she's different now, so what if she's disturbing, so what if she's broken, She had finally bloomed and she was ready to spread her her smell
She pulled her wand closer to her staring at her reflection in the soul jam and moonstone she was beautiful her scent was beautiful
And she was a hero, she was a hero who will save the cookies from the lies of the witches and she will free them. she didn't fear anything anymore
She continued staring at her wand, souljam from The wretched creators and the moon stone from the ones they have deceived.
She thought about the others, how happy they were when they received theirs praising The wretched creators
Funny that they gave her the light of freedom now she was going to free the cookies from them
She stared at the moonstone thinking about the fairies, thinking about those cookies who have known nothing but deception
She questioned what she actually sealed, did the fairies ever actually knew what they were guarding? did the witches lie to them too?
So many questions and not enough answers, maybe if she had a way to question the witches well she will they will return she knew it
She had to tell them, she needed to know more. well now she knew what was her next destination after she filled the last notebook she set up
She noted more stuff about her physical condition, higher pain tolerance, lower stamina although she's not sure if it's because of the burning or just her new form
She laid down on the napkins feeling a tiredness wash over her and then she turned to check if she had woken up velvet
No she hadn't was just turning was he having a nightmare it's understandable after such an experience
She's slowly reached out her non burnt hand and started petting his hair that calmed her down when the pure vanilla did it
He seem to calm down and continued peacefully sleeping she wanted to join him she thought about how she was like when she was his age
She didn't remember didn't remember much before the academy maybe because she didn't want to remember or maybe she just couldn't
thinking about the academy she thought about the cookie that she tried to create and how she almost…can't spend so much time moving on from it
But all of those memories return that she stared at the cookie that was partially her creation
As those memories returned the doubt came to her as well can she actually be a good parent
Holy and cacao of both have stable kingdoms both have other cookies around them to help in both are normal
But she's controlled by her curiosity going whatever whenever she pleases should she really drag a child through that
She stopped petting his hair. there's so many things that she has to worry about with a child that she never thought about can she really do this
And then she felt his little hand on her hand she turned watching him does he grabbed onto a tightly putting it back on his head
He wanted her touch he wanted her love she was the only thing that he had she had to try her best at least until she can find somebody better
But she continued petting him. She felt her eyes get heavy. What was the last time she slept? Too long ago as she slipped away
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I tried to write a wholesome short fic (possibly just part one of more?) of my little cookie run player character witch
Her name is Peppermint Cocoa Witch. and...
there's a weird amount of horror for something I wholly intended to be wholesome and cheerful? either way the genres are sort of found family ish mild horror comedy lighthearted (mostly) cozy comfort Trigger warnings: cannibalisim mention, body horror, coffins, jam, meat, guilt, shame, deceit, eye trauma but it's okay, arguments, shame island
The reviews are in from my friend! he says (spoilers)
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image desc: a discord message who's username and image are hidden, it says "she breifly wondered if a cookie as old as him had gone stale yet, well she supposed she'd never find out." which my friend has replied to with "that's a deeply uncomfortable statement!"
Here it is if you wish to give it a read <3
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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Cookie Run (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings First chapter woo!! This is still a WIP so don’t expect frequent or consistent updates pls- 
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