#hes unironically my strongest cookie...

[justa-snake]

I don't think I ever posted this?? Uh licorice drawing form like..month ago.

[odileeclipse]

o h hj j h my goodness i just found your blog and words cannot describe how much im OBSESSED with your writing style.... its so poetic and the metaphors you use are just *chefs kiss*

uhmm.... if its not too much trouble... could youuuu do a PV (either awakened or not) with a Y/N who,,, has a bad habit of overworking and tends to put off sleep👉👈

its been a rough few past weeks and this man has. unironically been one of my only sources of serotonin/lh

The Gentle Weight of Love Pure Vanilla X reader

The candlelight flickered, casting long shadows over the scattered papers and half-empty ink bottle at your desk. Your vision blurred for the third time that evening, the words in front of you melting into illegible smudges but you shook your head, willing yourself to push forward. Sleep could wait. There was more to do. Always more. A deep sigh behind you sent a shiver down your spine. “My dear,” a voice as soft as spun silk called to you, laced with quiet concern. “Still awake?” Pure Vanilla Cookie’s steps were nearly silent as he approached, yet his presence wrapped around you like a blanket. His warmth pressed at your back as he leaned over your shoulder, eyes scanning the mess of work you had yet to complete. His breath fanned over your cheek, gentle but unmistakably heavy with worry. "You should be resting," he murmured, reaching out to touch your wrist. "You've been pushing yourself for too long again, haven’t you?" You swallowed thickly, avoiding his gaze. "I'm fine," you insisted, though your voice cracked at the edges. "I just... I need to finish this." His fingers curled around your wrist, not to pull you away, but to anchor you in place warm, steady, unyielding in the tenderness he offered. "And when will you be finished, truly? When exhaustion chains your body? When your thoughts blur so much they cease to be your own?" You opened your mouth to protest, but the words died on your tongue when he moved, kneeling beside your chair so he could look up at you. His hands, worn by time yet still impossibly gentle, cupped yours, thumb brushing over the ink stains on your fingers as if trying to soothe the burden they carried.

"You are not meant to bear the weight of the world alone," he whispered. "Nor are you a machine to be worked until nothing remains." You exhaled shakily, your resolve beginning to fray under his kindness. "But there's still so much to do... I can't just stop." Pure Vanilla Cookie’s expression softened even further, and he lifted your hands, pressing them to his chest. You could feel the steady, unwavering rhythm of his heart beneath your fingertips. A quiet, patient reminder that you were here. That you were not alone. "My beloved," he murmured, "even the sun must set to rise again. Even the strongest trees bow to the wind’s embrace. You are no different. To rest is not to surrender, it is to give yourself the kindness you so readily offer to others." Tears pricked at your eyes, hot and stinging, because deep down, you knew he was right. Still, the fear of stopping clung to you like a shadow. "But what if... what if I fall behind?" "You won't," he assured, his thumbs brushing away the tears that slipped free. "I will be here to catch you, always." A shuddering breath left your lips as the last of your strength crumbled, and before you could think, you were in his arms. He pulled you close, tucking your head beneath his chin as his hands traced slow, soothing patterns along your back. His voice hummed against your hair, a lullaby woven from love itself. "You are enough, just as you are. Even when you are still. Even when you rest. I promise you, the world will not fall apart because you chose to take care of yourself." His words wrapped around you like the softest cocoon, unraveling the knots in your chest. And as your body sagged against his, the exhaustion you had been ignoring finally settled in. He smiled against your temple, pressing a kiss there as he murmured, "Let go, my love. Sleep. And when you wake, I will still be here." And so, cradled in his arms, you let the weight of the night carry you away knowing that, in his embrace, you were safe.

A/N I meant to post this a lot earlier I thought I had posted it

[justsomeectoplasm]

I haven't played cookie run kingdom for long but I want to unironically make gingerbrave's my strongest cookie just so I can draw his iconic smirk from ovenbreak while he has a Jojo stand behind him.