#infinity sugar cookie...?

[mika-chaos-bean]

*stares at the nonexistent camera blankly* why do i always get into these messes...

[xxxemyrix]

art dump 2

[morphosmeliae]

follow up from my last post i was sad bc i was rewatching sk8 the infinity cause i miss them and the homosexual tension between reki and langa through all of that drama was apparently too much for my heart they just been through so much and i love them so so much esp reki if any of you hurt him again i will destroy the world and then myself please he is my world i want to hug him so badly

digital watercolour time for him because I MISS HIM AND I LOVE AND APPRECIATE HIS EXISTENCE HE IS IRREPLACEABLE AND GIVES ME JOY

[iheartstrawberri]

what should i make my profile theme to?

its that time of the month………

go vote please

[sixeyesonathiel]

what happens when gojo satoru sees a tiktok that says “she won’t marry you if you don’t bake her cookies” and takes it way too seriously?

a/n : satoru in a small ponytail. that’s it. i am so ill.

it starts with a tiktok.

some ridiculous, pastel-filtered, bubbly-voiced thing that popped up on his for you page. satoru wasn’t even paying attention at first—phone half dangling from his hand, his long legs stretched across the couch, socks mismatched, one slipping off at the heel. eyes glassy from too many cursed reports. a headache blooming behind his infinity.

then he hears it:

“she won’t marry you if you don’t bake her cookies.”

the video loops, endlessly.

satoru’s entire body tenses like he’s been struck. won’t marry me? the phrase echoes. his thumb hovers above the screen, then slowly lowers it like he’s disarming a bomb. he watches the video again. and again. and again. each repetition more damning than the last.

because here’s the thing—he’s already imagined it. you, in white. your name beside his on every formality. the tiny domestic moments. the matching toothbrushes. your socks in his drawer. the way you scrunch your nose at strong coffee but drink it anyway because it reminds you of mornings with him. gojo satoru, known for his irreverence, hasn’t taken anything seriously since he was sixteen—except you.

so, of course, he can’t take any risks.

within five minutes, he’s spiraling. tabs multiplying like cursed spirits. “best cookie recipes to make her love you.” “is baking a love language.” “can cookies be legally binding.” he’s skimming mom blogs and side-eyeing user reviews like they’re jujutsu intel. he gets into an argument with a reddit user named sugarboi92 about sea salt ratios. he forgets to blink.

you’re across from him on the couch, knees tucked to your chest, headphones in, humming softly to yourself. your lips move slightly with the lyrics. you don’t even notice the way his blue eyes flick toward you every thirty seconds, like he’s checking the stakes of the mission. his gaze lingers on the slope of your shoulder, the arch of your brow when you’re concentrating. the way you curl your toes slightly when you're content.

the next day, the kitchen is chaos.

flour in his hair. streaked across one cheek like warpaint. he’s tied his hair back, sort of—a stubborn, barely-there stub of a ponytail held by one of your elastics, fraying loose at the crown. his bangs still refuse to behave, fluttering messily over his forehead. he’s in your apron. pink. frilly. a cartoon cat winking on the chest. it rides up awkwardly over his broad frame, and he wears it with the dignity of a man crafting destiny.

his sleeves are rolled to the elbows. his forearms flex as he stirs. his fingers are clumsy, smudged with brown sugar. a smear of chocolate ends up on his temple. he mutters under his breath with each step, reciting the recipe like a curse formula. every so often, he glances toward the door, listening for your footsteps.

jazz plays faintly from the speaker. something soft, velvety. the smell of vanilla and browned sugar hangs heavy in the air. when he spins to check the oven, his socked foot slips slightly on a patch of spilled butter—he stumbles, catches himself with infinity, then growls, “no, no, no—these are for my wife.”

satoru tries. he really tries. he measures, levels, even uses your little kitchen scale. but halfway through, impatience wins. he eyeballs the butter. forgets the baking soda. adds too many chocolate chips. licks the spoon like it might tell him what love should taste like.

the cookies come out uneven. some puffed too tall. others thin, laced with caramelized edges. a few… a few are better left unnamed. but he arranges the best of them on a plate, forming a heart that leans to the side like it’s shy. he pipes icing across the center: “marry me?”

it’s crooked. a little desperate. but honest.

the kitchen is still warm when you shuffle in, rubbing your eyes, hair sticking up from sleep. your sleep shirt hangs off one shoulder. you freeze mid-step, blinking slowly at the sight of him.

he’s standing like a statue—plate in both hands, held up like an offering to a divine force. his hair is coming loose, white strands falling into his eyes. powdered sugar dusts his collarbone.

“...did you bake?”

your voice is raspy. amused. your brows lift slightly.

“for you,” he blurts. “they’re… hideous. but they’re made with love. and maybe some shell. tiny bits. character-building crunch.”

you blink. then smile. soft and slow. your hand comes up to stifle a laugh, but it slips through anyway—light and warm. he exhales like he’s been holding his breath for a century.

you take a cookie, nibble it, eyebrows rising in playful surprise. “not bad. crunchy. very... bold.”

he grins, triumphant and sheepish all at once. “bold like my love.”

later, you’re curled into him on the couch, your fingers idly twisting the hem of his shirt. his hand is at your waist, thumb rubbing slow circles over your hipbone, grounding himself. the crumbs from the cookies are scattered on the coffee table, forgotten.

satoru murmurs into your hair, “you would marry me even if i didn’t bake, right?”

you hum, teasing. “maybe.”

you don’t see the way his jaw tightens slightly. how his hand stills. how his eyes lose focus, staring somewhere into the middle distance.

that night, he doesn’t sleep.

by 3 a.m., he’s back in the kitchen. hair tied up again, face set in grim determination. this time, he double-checks the measurements. preheats the oven properly. watches every timer like a hawk. he sifts the flour twice. levels every cup. wipes down the counter with surgical precision.

because gojo satoru might be the strongest sorcerer alive—but when it comes to you, he won’t risk anything. not even with cookies.

he knows the video’s probably a joke. he knows you’re not the kind of person who’d break up with him over a batch of chocolate chips. he knows tiktok is 90% lies and 10% cat videos with manipulated audio. but what if it’s not? what if, deep down, there's a part of you that really does want warm, homemade cookies from the person you love? what if someone else bakes them for you first?

that’s not a chance he’s willing to take.

not when he’s already seen every future where he loses you—and in none of them did it start with cookies. but maybe that’s why it’s so dangerous. maybe the end begins with small, quiet things.

so he bakes.

and love, unlike cursed energy, can’t be tamed. it pulses, wild and unscripted, without binding vows or techniques—just a heart stupid enough to keep trying.

[vaztori]

jeon wonwoo reading list part 2 !

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FICS ! ✧*。

Trust Me, My Love (smut, established relationship, hard dom!wonwoo) by @multi-kpop-fanfics

5-STAR (fluff, smut, idol!au) by @fvllingflower

Homewrecked (fluff, smut) by@ncteez

A Private Session (smut, gym trainer!woo) by @sluttyminghao

The Smart Thing (smut) by @gguksgalaxy

Desperate (smut, husband!wonwoo) by @toruro

FVCK ABOUT IT (smut, fwb to lovers) by @fvllingflower

Right Where You Left Me (exes to lovers) by @tonicandjins

Chocolate Rum Cookies (fluff, fwb) by @wonwoonlight

Moonlight Sunrise (fluff, smut) by @fvllingflower

Meet Cute of The Century (fluff, smut) by @lovelyhan

Blame Me (smut) by @fvllingflower

For The Books (fluff, teacher!wonwoo) by @trblsvt

When The Sun Kisses The Moon (atla!au, fluff, angst, firebender!woo) by @twogyuu

Tell Me (smut, college au) by @/fvllingflower

My Way To You The Series (fluff, smut) by @wonwoonlight

Falling for Him The Series (fluff, smut) by @ksyongi

The Regular (fluff, bakery! au) by @trblsvt

By The Moon (fluff, hurt, werewolf!wonwoo) by @wonwoonlight

Sh**ting Stars (fluff) by @tonicandjins

Redo (fluff) by @bitterie-sweetie

Love or Letter (fluff, bestfriends to lovers) by @wooawrites

Wanna Be Yours (fluff, angst, humor) @viastro

When The Moon Shines (fluff, siren!wonwoo) by @skyjoong

Infinity (vampire!wonwoo) by @blue-jisungs

Hit Me Up (fluff, college au) by @nneogram

Leaf Me Alone (fluff, mild angst) by @playmetheclassics

DRABBLES / SCENARIOS ! ✧*。

wonwoo and his kinks headcanon (by @sluttywonwoo)

daddy sugar!wonwoo (smut) by @multi-kpop-fanfics

somnophilia with wonwoo (smut, fluff) by @sluttywonwoo

tasty (smut) by @playmetheclassics

dream (smut, making out) by @juyeoniemyhoney

you only call me on the (smut, aftercare) by @fvllingflower

cuffed (kinda sub!wonwoo, smut) by @playmetheclassics

06.17 (fluff, established relationship) by @wonwoonlight

sniffles, kisses, and soup (fluff) by @celestiababie

your smile (fluff) by @babyleostuff

sunday morning (fluff) by @lee-aveyourmark

aftercare headcanon (nsfw, fluff) by @celestiababie

photographer!wonwoo (filthy, iykyk) by @sluttyminghao

choking (smut) by @sluttyminghao

riding him while he's reading a book (smut) from here until "him begging" are made by @sluttywonwoo

eating you out with his new haircut (smut)

makes you cum hard but doesn't ask anything in return, he knows u're tired (smut)

switch!wonwoo (smut)

cockwarming gamer bf!wonwoo (fluff but filthy asf) another ver (with mouth)

him begging (smut) another begging (another one again, i swear)

slytherin!wonwoo (smut) from here until "switch!wonwoo" are made by @multi-kpop-fanfics

him seeing you after shower (smut) from here until "him being gentle with you" are made by @sluttywonwoo

him covering your mouth (smut)

cumming in his pants just from kissing

12.23 am (smut)

relaxing bath (fluff)

he'll hold your hand in any position (smut)

him cumming inside you (smut)

foggy glasses (smut, fluff)

him being gentle with you (smut)

squirting (smut) by @cvpitvno

wonwoo boyfriend headcanon (fluff) by @sweetkpopmusings

reassurance (smut, fluff) by @ssentimentals

him put you in doggy (smut) from here until "him found out you like his hands" are made by @sluttyminghao

him found out you like his hands (fluff)

asking wonwoo to wear his glasses on during sex (fluff, smut) by @sluttywonwoo

you have a nightmare (fluff, comfort) by @wqnwoos

umbrella (fluff, comfort) by @darl-ings

[clairewritesjjkxreader]

Sukuna’s Wife and Yuuji’s Onee-chan (Sukuna x Reincarnated!Y/N) scenario

Request/Inquiry from @aikothingdream:

“It would be funny to see Yuuji also not like his teacher hitting on Onee-chan”

Life as a cursed spirit’s “bride” was hilariously boring. 

Gojo described your cursed energy as below average, you had zero martial arts training or talent, and Sukuna threatened Gojo and Yuuji not to put you in danger. 

Yuuji was often busy training, studying, or hanging out with his new classmates. You were happy that he had people to look after him in your place, but without a job or a class to attend, you were a parasite.

To alleviate your guilt, you did everyone’s laundry (minus their unmentionables, even Yuuji's, who furiously insisted he was old enough to wash his own underwear–kids, they grow up so fast *sigh*), mopped the hallways, wiped the windows, and other chores. 

You just finished rearranging the clothes in your cabinet for the second time today. 

You sprawled yourself on the floor like a starfish. 

Free food, no rent. Everything was paid for here. This should’ve been the ideal life, but you were so booooored.

Spurned by the desire to fill the void, you went to the kitchen. No one was around. Of course. 

You searched the cupboard, but only found a half-eaten package of cookies. The fridge had a can of whipped cream on the verge of emptiness and some strawberries.. 

Shutting the fridge close with your hip, you chomped on a cookie and a medium-sized strawberry then sprayed a swirl of cream in your mouth.

“Guess who’s back with treats! I–ah.” Gojo Satoru stopped at the kitchen doorway, a plastic bag full of sweets hanging from his hand. 

A silence fell over as you saw each other. 

He stood there, quietly as you stared, frozen with a mouth stuffed with sugar. 

You: (⊙ｏ⊙)

Gojo: ( ._. )

Gojo: …

Gojo: …pft.

You: …!

You forced yourself to chew faster, but expectedly, the thing that was supposed to be in charge of you and your brother burst into maniacal laughter.

“PWAHAHAHAHA!” 

“Mm…mf!” 

“Oh, man. I gotta take a picture.” He pulled out his phone. 

You wanted to say something, but there was too much stuff in your mouth! 

Gojo continued laughing between clicks and flashes until you started choking like a pelican who swallowed too big a fish. 

In an instant, he was behind you, arms wound tightly around your abdomen. “Please don’t die. It would be too pathetic!”

“Aurgh..!!!??” Translation: You think I wanna go like this, you a&%****!?

With one, strong squeeze, Gojo forced the food out of you. 

“That was close! Good thing I was here or who knows what would’ve happened.”

“...”

“Hm?”

“...”

“Not going to say anything? What’s wrong, nee-san?”

Feeling a vein near popping, you coughed out, “I believe I asked you not to call me that.”

“You’re so cold. Megumi and Kugisaki call you that. Even the second years!”

You had a couple of things to say, but considering that he technically saved your life, you opted to keep them to yourself. “Thank you for the help, now please let go. I’m going to clean this up.”

But as you said this, your knees buckled and his arms shifted to stop you from falling.

“Aw, don’t be like that.”

Whoosh

A giant knife flew towards Gojo, stopped only by his infinity. 

You both turned to find Yuuji standing by the door, panic and shock on his face as he gripped hard on his right arm responsible for throwing the blade. 

“I-I didn’t know how that happened, I swear!”

Sukuna spoke from his cheek. “You damn blue-eyed bastard. How dare you touch my wife so shamelessly?”

“Excuse me?! I just saved her from cho–” 

“Yuuji!” Embarrassed, you pushed yourself out of Gojo’s embrace and walked towards your brother. “Welcome home. Do you have any requests for dinner?”

“I’ve been craving curry rice since this morning.”

“I think we just ran out. I’llgocheckthestorageroom!” Flustered, you rushed out of the kitchen, forgetting your own mess. 

Yuuji quietly went to mop the food you choked out.

Gojo sighed. “Yuuji, what should I do, I don’t think your sister likes me.”

“Gojo-sensei.”

When Gojo met his student’s gaze, it held a surprising sharpness. “???”

“Thank you for taking care of us,” Yuuji’s normally cheery tone was flat as he spoke, “but please don’t bother my sister too much.” 

“???????”

Later that evening, in Fushiguro’s room…

Gojo: Megumi, why is everybody so mean to me?

Gojo: (˃̣̣̥ᴖ˂̣̣̥)

Megumi: Please leave. 

A/N: I tried to have more fun with this one so I was more liberal with my style. Anyway, I got a few more requests, the products are coming soon!

@shadowywizardarcade @hannya-exists @nineooooo @lilachaeyo @pumpkindudeishere @jessbeinme15 @fluffy-koalala @cringeycookies @frogzxch @isimpfordanielpark @marvelsgirl4ever @sanzusmom @sheccidoscar @marvelsgirl4ever @alastorhazbin @satosuguswife @lumaniii @leahlovesreading @blackstaw @nineooooo @boba--12

Other snippets of this au are found here.

[godhandler]

Ex-boyfriend Gojo who shows up at your house 5 years later. He looks a bit different now. 

|Souls are laid to rest after the death of the body. As for Gojo Satoru, his soul rests with you. In other words, your terrible ex-boyfriend is having way too much fun haunting you|

|satoru gojo x reader, fluff, lil bitty angst, gojo being gojo, 700 words, desi-coded reader|

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Satoru flashes his 24-carat grin ear to ear when you come to. “All this 'cause you don’t take iron supplements. How many times have I told you again?” He shakes his head. “Your voodoo spicy diarrhoea jar won’t fix everything, you know.”

The human body has two directors of the nervous system. While mostly the wondrous brain lords over man, there come times that the castle of the body comes under attack by such impossibility (like a rampage by demonic forces or worse, the ghost of your terrible ex come alive) that the coward brain hides and the spinal cord, which does not have the complexity to understand emotional duress, takes control. 

“Don’t insult Chawanprash.”  Satoru might be a translucent mist after his untimely death floating in front of you and breaking all existing laws of physics. But your spinal cord does not care for such trivialities. “I’m not even anaemic anymore.” 

“Is that why a silly surprise sent you lying on the floor?” 

Ghost boy correct, says your spinal cord. Get up body, cook dinner. 

“I have to get up and cook dinner.” Your voice is too hollow for Satoru. It’s the shock sending you to robotic autopilot, he hopes, you’ve been out for a couple hours after all. It’s 2 am now. “Merry Christmas, Satoru.”

“Merry Christmas, my love.”

My love. Satoru called you that. He used to call you that. It’s been 5 years. The floor is cold. It’s Christmas. The sofa you grab to pull yourself up is soft, the walls you lean on your path to the kitchen hard. Satoru is here. Satoru called you his love. The stove is hot.  My love. Satoru’s love. 5 years ago he called the wedding off. Oven is steamy inside, a fully baked cinnamon cake sweet. Your mouth is full of cake. Warm and sweet. You created the recipe for Satoru. Satoru is a ghost now. He called you- My love. Satoru is dead. 

“Satoru is dead.” Disbelieving words slip through your mouth. You stare straight ahead at the kitchen wall, refusing to look at the ghost floating behind your shoulder. 

He doesn’t reply. 

“How are you dead? Satoru?” 

Nothing. 

“Is it that terrorist in Shibuya? I guessed it was something curse related. But I still don’t understand. How could you die?”

Nothing but a slight swish as the ghost moves. 

“How could you die?” 

Another swish– “I wish I could taste the cake, it looks incredible. Say, we could sprinkle powdered sugar on it too. And honey. Cookie crumbs, red bean paste, chocolate syrup.” 

Ah. Infinity is nothing compared to the emotional barrier Satoru surrounds himself with. Even to you. Even after death.

Not a big deal. It’s just that you’ve known him since you were in kindergarten together as babies, grew up playing together, still kept in touch even after he went away to study jujutsu and you to business college, supported him through the pit he fell into after Geto’s defection, officially dated for four years and engaged for one until he called it quits. 

But hey, it’s not like your story ended there. It wasn't all so tragic. Break ups happen everyday.

Life goes on. He had his life and you had yours. The work report was due on Saturday. Your elderly neighbour needed help moving their fridge. Satoru blocked you on everything a week later. Your cousin had a baby shower. Taxes have to be filed soon. Your mom broke her hip, needed to be driven to the hospital. Whispers said that he’s found a woman to marry, that she’s the one, some said it’s all idle gossip, they’re just close friends and nothing more. You got a promotion at work. The washing machine had to be fixed. Mom needed help getting around so you moved in with her temporarily. Taxes again. Your cousin had another baby shower, a little girl this time. Life goes on. 

It’s fine. 

You sit with your mug of mulled wine and cinnamon cake at the dinner table. You’ve kept the same apartment all these years, it’s a familiar memory as Satoru pulls a chair to sit beside you. His hand goes right through the cake to his despair. You laugh. He giggles.

It’s fine. 

[jujuicykaisen]

Of Mochi and Menaces - Satoru Gojo x Reader

A small interlude. Takes place just before Gojo rocks up to check on Megumi in Episode 2.

Characters: Satoru Gojo, Kiyotaka Ijichi (briefly)

Contents: gn!reader

Satoru Gojo

You gazed down at the map on your phone, thumbs poised to pinch the screen and zoom in on the location of the curse in your mission brief. You always preferred to scope out the place digitally before setting foot in the area. Sometimes there wasn't time to get a good visual of the playing field when you arrived on the scene, especially if the curse was particularly nasty and noticed you right away.

Before you could, a head of snowy white hair poked over your shoulder like a giant dandelion drooping down and blindfolded (but still bizarrely all-seeing) eyes peered at your phone.

“Ooh, you're going to Sendai?” Satoru Gojo asked, in his usual, playful tone.

Also, as usual, his concept of personal space extended only to him—rigorously enforced by his Infinity. Your personal space, on the other hand? Non-existent.

You couldn't feel the Infinity barrier as such, because it wasn't like a solid wall. It was the endless slowing of time as anything got closer and closer to him. So you'd only really notice it if you went out of your way to touch him.

“Yeah, there’s a curse down there that needs taking care of,” you said, working your shoulder a little to get the oversized Q-tip off you. 

“Mind if I tag along?” Gojo asked. “I’ve got an…errand there, myself.”

Your eyes narrowed slightly, head tilting. “You couldn’t have said that any less suspiciously.”

Gojo chuckled in the back of his throat. “Just keeping you on your toes. I really do have an errand to take care of. And since we’re going to Sendai, I get to stop by Kikusuian for the best sweets in Japan.”

He dragged his hand down over his mouth, making a quiet groaning sound. You’d known Gojo for long enough to know exactly how much of a sugar fiend he was. Yes, he was an exceptionally capable sorcerer, but he also crumbled like a cookie as soon as he was confronted with snacks and sweets. It proved useful for the times you had to bribe him into doing stuff. 

“Are you sure you actually have an errand and this isn’t just an excuse?”

Gojo grinned at you, propping his elbow on your shoulder and using you as an arm-rest. “Even if it is, you should count yourself lucky! It’s not every little sorcerer that gets to say they went to Sendai with Gojo-senpai.”

You shrugged him off your shoulder—he had pointy elbows. “You can come along if you promise never to call yourself Gojo-senpai again.”

“You drive a hard bargain,” Gojo sighed, propping his hands on his hips, “but I suppose it’s worth it for the kikufuku. I hope you know you’re getting the best deal out of this. Most sorcerers would be honoured for the pleasure of my company on a trip.”

“I’m sure they would,” you said dryly, looking up as a black sedan pulled up beside the entrance to the Tokyo Jujutsu High campus. 

Ijichi was one of the assistant manager at the school, which sometimes translated to chauffeur, as well. He’d been kind enough to offer you a lift to the bullet train. Something he was no doubt regretting when he looked out of the tinted windows and spotted one Satoru Gojo standing at your shoulder, waving menacingly. Ijichi’s mouth opened in dismay. 

“Sorry,” you said, the moment you opened the door. “He’s tagging along.”

“Why are you apologising for me?” Gojo asked, folding his long limbs into the low-slung car. It was pretty roomy at the back, so he could stretch his legs out. He clasped his seatbelt with a pout. “Ijichi’s delighted to be driving me. Aren’t you, Ijichi?”

“Don’t answer that,” you advised. 

“Understood,” Ijichi said, aiming a nervous look at Gojo in the rear-view mirror. 

Somehow, you managed to get through the drive and a ninety-minute bullet train ride without incident, save for Gojo’s occasional jabbering. You didn’t find him as annoying as some of his other fellow sorcerers did. Ether you had a higher tolerance for him, or he was less of a pain in the ass toward you as he was toward the others. Either way, you weren’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. At least he wasn’t slipping notes into your pocket with badly-drawn penises on them. Nanami still hadn’t let him live that down.

“So what are you doing in Sendai?” you asked him, as he trailed after you from the station, breathing in the cool evening air. It was tinged slightly with the smell of traffic, but much fresher than the recycled air conditioning of a bullet train. “Aside from buying mochi.”

“Not just any mochi!” he corrected you. “Kikufuku mochi!”

Yeah, as if that was enough reason to come so far. He was definitely up to some other business while he was here. 

“C’mon, if you don’t wanna say, then just tell me you can’t talk about it,” you muttered, waving off his paper-thin diversion tactics. 

“Aww, don’t be like that,” he cooed, slinging an arm around your shoulders and sending you stumbling along as he started to corral you toward the Kikusuian stall. “I’m checking up on one of my students, but it’s super top secret, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. You can buy me some mochi to ensure my silence.”

“A Binding Vow sealed with mochi? Now that’s the kind of jujutsu sorcery I can get behind,” Gojo enthused. 

He all but herded you toward the famous stall, only to abandon you once he got there and plant his hands on the counter, inhaling the sweet, doughy scent of the mochi. He let out a blissful sigh, before turning his attention to the young woman behind the stall.

“I’ll take two dozen of your finest zenda and whipped cream kikufuku, please!” 

It seemed this wasn’t his first visit here, because she didn’t blink at the sight of an excessively tall, blindfolded man looming over, waving a shiny black bank card toward her. Ever the professional, the server smiled, bowed slightly and turned to go, until your voice stopped her.

“Sorry, this guy’s getting some for me too,” you said. If it was anyone else, you would have elbowed Gojo, but his stupid Infinity would mean your elbow never made contact unless he allowed it. “Please could I have a half dozen of the matcha.”

The girl shot a curious glance at Gojo, who grinned and hooked an arm around your waist to drag you into his side, poking his finger into your cheek. “Sure, treating my destitute little kohai here.”

Your eyelid twitched, but you said nothing that would risk the safety of your mochi before it reached your hands. You could call him an ass later. 

The server gave a slightly strained smile, before hurrying off to fulfill both orders. You carefully extricated yourself from Gojo’s embarrassing hold, and tugged your jacket straight. He made a noise of amusement in the back of his throat and opened his mouth to speak, when his phone chirped. His smile dimmed, then faded into an annoyed moue. 

“Ugh.” He held the phone to his ear. “Yeah?”

You couldn’t hear the details of the call from the other end of the line, but you could tell Gojo didn’t like whoever he was talking to by the annoyed set of his shoulders. He tilted his head back in a way that suggested he was rolling his eyes under his blindfold, and made circling, ‘hurry up’ gestures. 

“Fine. I said, fine. What, do you need it in writing? Jeez.”

He hung up with an annoyed sigh, just as the server returned with a paper gift bag, and a smaller box of matcha mochi. 

“Thanks!” Gojo chirped, reaching out to take the confectionary.

He turned to you.

“Sorry to cut our little date here short, but the higher-ups are on my ass. I need to go check on my student. Good luck with your curse!”

“Date?” you sputtered, a bit taken aback to hear that word coming out of his mouth. “Gojo, what—”

Before you could ask anything else, he vanished. Warping himself away to wherever his student was nearby. It was only when you were left standing in the street, empty-handed, that you realised he’d made off with your matcha mochi too. 

“Damn it!”

[brittle-doughie]

Infinity and Beyond - Looking Into The Sweet Signals from Space Update!

We’re finding the imposters among us with this one!

The aim of this concept is to have it be a multi-update deal akin to the Dragons storyline with how they say “like the dragon series, we’re diving into a story set in a rich, expansive universe”. This peaked my interest, I’d love to see what they have in store! I know there are some folks who like or don’t like the Dragons story, so I wonder what you all think of this!

Meet Astronaut Cookie! She’s cute, has an ice cream sandwich satellite for a pet, even has a cat cookie motif with her costume? What more could you want! Yeah, her skill might be a bit too reminiscent of Cyborg’s (who also got a skin after 84 years lol), but I’m willing to look past that.

Alright, I’m kind of vibing with the setting already, cookies are probably toothpaste, wonder if they clean your teeth when eaten. How does one “escape” or even fortify against a blackhole? The event itself sounds similar to the Sugar Maze event to me…in a way somehow. Wait, why is Stollen Cookie here?Also Planet H A M B O R G A R

I’m now getting Star Wars: Rogue One flashbacks. Just like Cyborg, it’s been 84 years since he got attention, so I’m happy to see he got a cool skin to deck himself out with!

The Surprise Bears. They can either go well or go very poorly, still means I don’t have to run over and over again for the god damn legendary ingredients. However, I do hope the challenges aren’t meant to be a cap in any way, since that already drags it down when you were able to AFK for hours beforehand, even if it sucked. Team Fight getting a gem boost might give me more incentive to play.

(Gmod flatline sound effect plays)

The Deal with Legendaries is canceled, y’all /j. I can’t keep up with their pace, bro. I’m over here trying to write it from time to time and they already have another one on the way, I’m dead. Xylitol Nova himself is getting flak for having a supposedly dull design unworthy of the rarity, I’m already seeing it in the QRTs on Twitter lol. For me, I’ll wait until I cast judgment, he has a pretty cool skin though…

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(Astronaut Cookie looked all around her new setting, seeing the city’s sleek, clean, futuristic design she hasn’t seen much of back on Earthbread. The cookies here didn’t look all that different too, save for their ingredients being possibly toothpaste in some capacity. She was caught staring at this one cookie in particular, she observed them inspecting the shield and instructing the robots to different spots close to the barrier, Xylitol Nova Cookie chuckled at her once he noticed.)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: Ah, I see you’ve taken an interest in one of my cookies. That would be Xylitol Y/N Cookie, they’re in charge of making sure the barrier is in peak performance, they’ve been hard at work ever since we’ve seen reports of the blackhole.

(Xylitol Nova walked over to them as Astronaut followed. Meanwhile, you were instructing both cookies and robots alike on the status of the barrier, making sure that no fault in any way was detected. Until the voice of someone very familiar to you called your name..)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: Hello, Xylitol Y/N Cookie. How are you doing?

(You greeted Xylitol Nova in return and proceeded to ramble on about the barrier. You did your best at trying to speak to him, but couldn’t ignore that cookie next to him staring at you. It also looked like Xylitol Nova wasn’t taking your analysis seriously with that smile of his, something that bothered you to no end!)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: How routine of you, Xylitol Y/N Cookie. Always thinking about the barrier when we haven’t had any issues in the past couple rotations. We have a guest here today and I’d like for you to meet her-

(You couldn’t, you had to inspect the rest of the barrier-when Xylitol Nova Cookie suddenly hugged you from behind with a strong grip, a scene that made Astronaut Cookie feel…envious. You complained and grumbled as you try fruitlessly to free yourself)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: Xylitol Y/N Cookie. You are taking a break from now until further notice, I’d hate to use my authority on you, but this is for your own good. Feel free to interact with your fellow cookies, come and see me in my residence, or even introduce yourself to our guest here~! (I’d prefer you pick the second option in my opinion)

(You continued to struggle until it felt tighter to move, you looked to your front to see Astronaut Cookie hugging you from the front, her head resting on your chest. You swear she’s…shaking a little bit?)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: What do you know? Even our visitor is agreeing with me, she appears to have taken a liking to you too.

(…Who was this?)

[makerofmadness]

Dark Cacao Cookie (II AU)

(relevant posts: general AU post, DC dialogue post, GC explained post)

So fun fact: I'm not Christian and neither is my family but I remember maman like gave me those like cheap cardboard advent calendars around Christmas time when I was little because . Chocolate . I think sometimes I'd just eat several chocolates in a day dndndndd anyways this is relevant because You know how those like 50% of the time have really bad sugar blooms that are like. All powdery and ruin the texture but I still ate them i think even though they tasted like depression.

anyways here's chocolate with depression:

(haha see my tirade was actually relevant to this-)

He was the second to go. He had never let himself shed a tear at the Ivory Pagoda, even throughout those long, agonizing millennia spent effectively just waiting. Waiting for the day that it would be the right time. Not even being certain that those Cookies they were fighting for would come about again under a different reign. That his son would even exist in this time. That he'd never get to tell him a truly heartfelt "I love you" as his father again, and hold him in his arms.

He went on dutifully granting the wishes of all those Cookies that looked up to him. Some he developed a degree of closeness with, others would just come to him for what he could do- but he would provide, no matter how big the burden got. It was nothing compared to the feelings carried by his heart; to him, it only distracted from them. He wouldn't be like his predecessor.

...but his grief became too much to bear, and one day, after overhearing some of those traveller Cookies whisper of how the kingdom northeast had "fallen from grace." She had written to all of them just saying that she was busy, as odd as the tone of her writing read, she said not to worry about her. To keep meeting with each other as if everything was fine. This had gone on for... how long had it been since they'd last seen her, again? He realized what the wider Cookie world had yet to: The first of the five had fallen. After all that agonizing time trying to hold out till the future, had they really just been doomed form the start, wasting their time trying to outrun a fate that was waiting right in front of them to swallow them whole...?

Every feeling that has piled on top of itself had finally burst a hole through his heart, and he had to run away, to seclude himself within the Grand Temple. Cloud Haetae Cookie had to keep outside Cookies away from their master as he wept from deep within. And wept. And wept. And couldn't stop weeping. No one could reach him, if they even wanted to try. They didn't, as they tended to be driven off by the wailing from the temple...

He had never been in so much pain. Everything hurt so much. Every single memory, every feeling attached to them- all those joys and sorrows and angers alike began to blur as the agony of knowing that he'd never get to experience those days, those Cookies again- it all consumed him there alone. Every feeling led back to pain. Every feeling was pain. If all he felt was pain, then it'd be better not to feel anything at all.

Such was his last resolve. It would make everything so much easier- the cruel inevitable fate, the loved ones he'd never see again as anything but their enemy, the time dragged on to infinity- if he were to just become numb to it all. If he felt no pain. If he felt nothing at all.

By the time he finally emerged, there were still some Cookies visiting the temple, mourning his long-storied loss. Cookies who had never even known him

He decided to free them from their pain.

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Present character:

Fatalistic. He is doing what he is supposed to as the Beast of Apathy, and does not have his own will or beyond that. At least not much of one.

He uses his sword to create endless snow storms. Those who get caught out in the snow for too long will find themselves slowly losing the will to carry on...

The Bloom of Apathy (or as it will be dubbed by the Dark Cacao Kingdom, Sugarbloom Syndrome) does not directly cause cookies to disappear the way that the Pale Ailment had. Instead, it simply makes them those the will to sustain themselves, until they become completely apathetic to whether or not they survive, to whatever may happen to them and those around them.

"Endless" is more so "until he decides to stop them." He can control how long they last, as well as the range of them.

Has never been very fond of Cloud Haetae Cookie, but never seemed to hate them- at least, he didn't let it show that he disliked them before, and he isn't really capable of it now.

His wings do not fly.

His tear flow was so continuous that by the time it finally dried, his eyecing had ran permanently.

He does not really spend time with Cookies except for a certain group, with sole exception given to Peach Blossom Cookie, but it isn't exactly what one would call a traditional friendship. It is more so that... they have a strange sort of tradition. Peach Blossom sees him come up the mountain and offers him a peach bao; Dark Cacao refuses. And... he actually may stop to engage in what could be considered small talk. As minor and flavorless on his end as it typically is...

Tends to fall silent.

Does not resist others' attempts to do what they wish around or to him, or to say what they please. He will defend himself physically, though. Not even he knows why. He thinks it's just him being driven by some unseen force of fate, but...

His dough is cold to the touch. It's also quite chalky in the bloomed spots.

He does not have much personality left, really, thanks to his suppressed erased emotions.

He does not truly wish to do what he's doing. He will bring apathy upon the Cookie World because it is what he is supposed to do. If he did not have that, well, he does not have any desires of his own anymore except to just be with his friends in peace, so he would do nothing at all.

To end this off: uh, this is I guess "spoilers" but. I decide what's spoilers and what isn't actually so

you know the spider boss? BY 3-30? (That I still haven't beaten on hard-)

. well . It has a replacement here.

And it Is Cacao.

(He would clarify that there is a difference between a Cookie becoming a dragon and a dragon becoming a Cookie- so, no, he is not a real dragon)

(Thanks once again to @driftwoodmfb for the art and also for the design on this!)

[baileypie-writes]

~Fandoms I’m In~

I thought I’d make a list of all the fandoms I’m in. It would serve as a way to know more about me. And maybe I’m in some of the fandoms you’re in!

~Anime~

~ A Silent Voice

~ Cardcaptor Sakura

~ Death Note

~ Little Snow Fairy Sugar

~ Ouran High School Host Club

~ Popee the Performer

~ Pretty Cure

~ Studio Ghibli

~ The Promised Neverland(Including the manga)

~ Wedding Peach

~ Wonder Egg Priority

~ Yuri!!! On Ice

~Cartoons~

~ All animated Disney movies

~ Hilda

~ Legend of the Three Caballeros

~ My Little Pony

~ Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

~ Spiderverse

~TV Shows~

~ BBC Sherlock

~ One Piece(the live action)

~ Sweet Tooth

~ The Walking Dead(only the main series)

~Video Games~

~ Animal Crossing New Horizons

~ Cookie Run Kingdom

~ Infinity Nikki

~ Little Nightmares

~ Pokémon Scarlet/Violet

~ Pokémon Sword/Shield

~ Project Sekai

~ Stardew Valley

Dividers from here!

~~baileypie-writes

[kitkat13001]

🎄 ₊˚⊹ ᰔ 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢 !

a request event as a special present for the holiday season! >> status: closed </3

>> how to play: send in an ask with a character + a prompt from this list (by @/scealaiscoite) and i’ll write you a little something as a present 🎁 !

ex: shoto todoroki + 8 (iced sugar cookies)

ꨄ︎ rules for this event

this is open to everyone! feel free to send an ask anonymously if you’re shy, i don’t really mind either way

there’s no request limit! just send them in as separate asks so i can respond to each one individually :)

exercise kindness and patience! i promise to do my best to fill these requests with love and cheer, but at the end of the day i’m just one person and i can only do so much :,)

i don’t write nsfw, heavy, or dark topics—this is a fluffy lighthearted event!

i know the holidays can be tricky as far as who celebrates what and how they do so, so i will try to be as vague as possible when writing these. personally i celebrate christmas and therefore don’t have experience with other winter holidays, but in any case i will do my best to be inclusive and nondescriptive as much as i can :)

ꨄ︎ i will write for:

absolutely: my hero academia, attack on titan, demon slayer, death note, and sparingly: jujutsu kaisen, nana, genshin impact, bungou stray dogs, haikyuu, sk8 the infinity >> refer to the watchlist in my bio if you’re curious about my progress in these shows

(please note that i haven’t finished every one of these animes nor do i know/feel comfortable writing every single character in them. feel free to send in asks regardless!! but please don’t be upset or offended if i can’t/won’t complete it)

masterlist for this event ❤︎

>> divider by @/anitalenia, header by marimorett on pinterest, prompt list by @/scealaiscoite, event will be tagged as ‘🎁 holiday event!’

[positivelybeastly]

Does hank have a favorite food? I read somewhere it's twinkies but I'm not sure if it's true or if that's all. If he doesn't have any, what's your headcanon?

So, the Twinkie thing actually comes from an issue of X-Men in the 90s!

X-Men #73, by Joe Kelly, as it happens. As for whether or not it's his favourite food, well - he certainly seems to like them a whole lot, but I love a good Kit Kat every now and then, and I wouldn't necessarily call it my favourite food, you know?

It's a fun character tweak, though. Someone like Hank would definitely indulge in the odd sweet snack cake, especially given his penchant for skipping meals and eating at irregular hours. I like to think he has a general sweet tooth, and Twinkies are just the instant sugar hit he needs sometimes.

Though I don't know if I could have as many as Hank implies he eats. I tend to get sick after just one or two, they're pretty sickly sweet and very rich.

As for what I think his favourite food is? Honestly, that's tricky. I could actually see it changing over time, because his taste buds probably change with his biology, just like everything else.

Probably something made by mom, good ol' Edna McCoy. I could see it being a massive stack of pancakes, with syrup and butter, something hearty and formidable, especially since his father has a love for the same breakfast, and I could see it being a really warm family memory for him, breakfast with mom and dad and the smell of pancakes filling the kitchen.

I think it's gonna be a form of street food, maybe a really outrageously sticky and greasy and drippy meat sub sandwich - Hank mentions in A+X #12, when he's eating such a sandwich with Simon, that he's surprised the board of health hasn't shut the place that sells them down, but the fact that he's still getting them years later, and visibly enjoying them? He doesn't care about the cholesterol, he wants that protein. Probably tons of sauces and toasted bread, too, the full shebang.

Privately, I think he craves something incredibly meaty and bloody. Nothing raw, I think that would disgust him, but rare, certainly - possibly a steak, some form of pork or beef, but messy. I think the idea of eating such a thing in public would fill him with shame, however, and instead he'd probably pivot to something sweet. Maybe a French creme caramel, or a burnt sugar cake, with a dollop of cold ice cream on top.

There's a sequence in an Infinity Comic where he just goes to town on a whole ass tray of pastries, so I think something baked, sugary or savoury, would be the pick here. As something of a fiend for a cheese twist myself, I could see that hitting the spot for Hank. I also think he'd have a soft spot for particularly salty French fries.

I think a sugar fiend. He probably likes a good meaty, sloppy burger (apparently he fucking hates pickles) with some red onion relish and some applewood cheddar, maybe a slab of bacon, but I feel like his heart lies with heavily processed sugar products, especially since I don't think that's something they really had in the Age of Apocalypse? Ice cream or sorbet would probably really hit the spot for him.

So, he's an overeater, from stress and guilt and a degree of ennui and dissatisfaction with life - I don't feel like he's particularly picky? We obviously see him eat lobster and tomatoes, the latter with a degree of relish, but I don't see him having it in him to eat anything with any real joy. He eats because he has to, feels he should. I could see something made with a lot of heart, something with a complex but earthy flavour profile, like a homemade stew or soup, really satisfying him on some level, even if he doesn't know why.

I feel like this man is a secret pizza fiend. Maybe that's just born out of him ordering, like, twenty pizzas in the comics during Infinity Crusade, but something with a lot of meat on it, maybe a stuffed crust, garlic sprinkles? It's just a feeling I get.

Doesn't want to admit it, but probably the store brand cookies that Zeke favours. More because of what they symbolise than anything else - a human connection after so long, a degree of innocence, the trust that he's fostering again? This feels like the right answer.

Cheese.

[hawkheartt]

Day 10 | Warmth

WE R SO BACK! i almost didn’t do this one but i wanted to do smthn as i celebrate my survival in episode 5 lol

i’m concerned that i made annamarie act a bit too childish in this one, so apologies for that,, it’s a bit embarrassing tbh, i just did this in the quick span of an hour. it probably won’t go on the official strawpage either so sorry!

Agatha Harkness and the mere idea of warmth are two things that have never collided in all history. Maybe she’s felt the warmth of a fire at her feet, one slowly creeping up the stake she’s been tied to. Or maybe she feels the warmth of magic, of a spell being shot at her heart, with full intent to kill.

It should be impossible within the multiverse, within every timeline. If canon events harmed the Spiders, then they harmed her too. She was cursed to fight, to lose and to take and to kill.

This world was a fluke. Agatha suffered, like so many besides her, but one small speck in infinity had to screw it all up.

Agatha Harkness must die, she should not have anything at her side. Herons and storks are solitary, they simply live to stalk and eat. Storks been likened to greed, but herons have been more; they’re patient and wise, pure and calm. Something like that should not be linked to someone like Agatha.

“Agatha! The cookies are ready,” Annamarie’s voice echoed in the stairway down to the basement. She still wouldn’t dare to go in uninvited; so, she just stood at the top, waiting patiently in a sweet dress and cheesy apron.

Agatha spent much of her time down there, plotting spells, pampering her rabbit, all totally regular things a witch would do.

“Cookies? Is that what you’ve been doing all damn morning?” The witch’s voice is sharp, but nothing Marie isn’t used to.

“You asked Wanda to lend some sugar, didn’t you? Why wouldn’t I put it to good use?”

Agatha stepped up to the bottom of the stairs, and she looked up tiredly at the mutant bathed in light. They were complete opposites, one tired and miserable, the other excited and sweet. Marie gave a small smile before adding, “Do you want one? Or should I just go hand them out to the neighbors.”

“Of course I don’t want one,” Agatha mumbles, ascending to meet Marie, and only paying her another glance when she steps away and nods to the kitchen. “Where did you find the other ingredients anyways? I thought I used everything during the first day here.”

“The Hex restocked for you,” Marie snickers, turning with a flourish of her wings and nearly knocking Agatha in the face. “Since you didn’t seem to need me, I just wanted something to do.”

The sweet smell was all-encompassing, a gentle scent that would remind almost anyone of better times. Agatha was not one of those people, she just keeps a straight face, crossing her arms when Marie hands her a chocolate chip cookie.

“No, not falling for that,” The witch turns her head, stepping around the mutant to inspect the kitchen counters.

“Come on, why not? Do witches even eat? All I’ve seen from you is some tea.” Marie doesn’t follow behind Agatha, but she does turn, her shoulders shaking slightly as she holds back laughs.

“God you even cleaned up,” The witch leans her elbow on the cool countertop, scanning from some recently cleaned dishes to the almost comical plate of cookies. “Anna, that’s pathetic.” She has to hold back her own laugh, but even she couldn’t tell if it was with or at Marie. The mutant steps forward, leaning against the counter herself this time.

“I’d rather do anything than go spend a day in that town, you’ve seen those people!”

“Then why are you so insistent on giving those away? Why would you make so many in the first place? I mean, I’d let you hand them out if you poisoned them, but come on!” A hint of a laugh finally crept into her last words, and while Marie rolls her eyes, it doesn’t seem like Agatha’s sentiment harmed her too much.

“Just wanted to offer you something sweet,” The mutant says under her breath, putting the cookie she held back down before slowly sliding the entire plate closer. “You know, so you spare me later.”

Agatha scoffed, considering how pitiful Marie was most of the time, this was a strange change. It reminded the witch of someone else, a ghastly green figure of her past, but she’d pay that no mind. This was new, this was uncharted, and this was just another addition to her path for power. But with how long it’s been taking Wanda to snap, maybe Agatha would indulge.

“Then I’ll spare you,” The witch chuckles, “Only if you wipe that dumb smile off your face.”

Marie lights up, but flounders a bit when told the condition, “Oh! Yeah, sure, alright-“

Agatha just grinned. Marie was still just as nervous as ever, so why would she attempt to stand her ground with little quips? Nonetheless, the witch shrugged that off. She could have fun as she waited to rise to power, this surely wouldn’t go wrong. Like a hungry cat snuggling up to a mouse.

Marie, clearly trying not to laugh as she holds back a smile, bats the plate of cookies a bit closer.

“Please tell me you did poison them,” Agatha snickers as she finally plucks one up.

“That’s for you to find out!” The mutant adds, a smile finally cracking on her face. The cookie was still warm, it was soft and sweet, something that no Agatha Harkness in any universe should have the privilege of experiencing.

And yet here she was, with a bird brought to her by fate.

[atherflame-theconcubus]

OK, so confession I have a bunch of cookie run kingdom OCs that I have yet to show you guys spanning from OCs I made when I first began playing the game back in 2021 and more recently since I’m now playing on a new game because I can’t get back my original account because it’s on my iPad and I haven’t used it in so long that most of things require update and re-downloading, and I can’t do that because for some reason I need to enter the iPad’s email thing to get them even though they were just offloaded.

And just now I thought of two more cookie OCs. So I’m gonna go over all of them now without drawing drawings. (I have a Gacha Life 2 mock up of one of them in their cookie form)

Starting with the oldest cookie run OC orange cream cookie, based on a little fancy cookie that my mom had got from this cool cookie place I can’t remember the name of, I can’t remember if it was just called an orange cream cookie or an orange buttercream cookie, but it had this light orange frosting on it that didn’t taste like frosting, and it was yummy. Originally she was a tennis player, but after finding out there was a tennis player cookie. I didn’t know what to make her. As of right now, she is a fencer.

Snickerdoodle axolotl cookie (original name axolotl cookie) another OC from back in 2021. She is a cookie that can swim and live in the water. She an orange cream cookie had a little cute story of them befriending each other, and I’m thinking of reworking the story to make it more clear that they aren’t just friends.

Molasses cookie - she’s a recent OC, I got inspired to make her because I was wearing a T-shirt and had my infinity scarf wrapped around my shoulders, and decided to come up with some Lord that wear a molasses cookie lived she could wear much lighter clothing because what they were made of was very insulated. It went from there to her being cursed with immortality and focusing on being a prophecy/fortuneteller. Wise within game she is a healer. She’s also able to attack. (cookie lore, she used to be a magic fight fighter, but as time went on she became a healer) her hair is my favorite part as she has extremely long hair, but she’s rolled it up to a point where it looks much shorter because it’s rolled up and tucked on her infinity scarf, however, if it gets out, her hair is gonna be trailing behind her (on top of that her hair is actual molasses and has the ability to burst and what essentially is her magic leaks out, hence why she hasn’t cut her hair)

Rainbow sprinkle cookie - i’ve been focusing on her a lot. Originally she was birthday cake cookie, and had a slightly similar hair designed to.Kouign-amann cookie (mainly the blocking in nature at the bottom) that was held in two low pigtails. She was also one of the first two cookie OCs. I came up with this year. She was originally meant to be a child that followed around lavender dragon cookie (I’ll get to them later) and act as a warrior in training for eternal sugar cookie. As things developed between lavender dragon cookie and her dynamic with eternal sugar cookie things changed a lot as well. For context on some of the changes at one point, she was meant to be an adopted child of lavender dragon and eternal sugar. As of now rainbow sprinkle cookie still has her mostly cutesy Kawaii aesthetic, along with her large ax and her utter adoration for the beasts, but now she has added trauma of being forced to live for thousands of years because of another character on this list. Roll wise within the game, she would be a defense cookie with a comically large axe. She lavender dragon are the only ones I actually have kingdom skills thought out for, and her kingdom skill has her channeling her adoration for the virtues, and swinging her axes really hard at the enemy, a fun visual effect is that each time the skill is used, a color coordinating to one of the beasts will appear as a little mini flame channeling on the axis blade and do damage correlating to the beast

Lavender dragon cookie - originally a bunch of variations of lilac cookie (because I forgot lilac cookie actually existed) eventually, she was just a normal cookie that acted as a defender for eternal sugar cookie and her territory with rainbow sprinkle cookie under her wing, things evolved, and as of right now I have lavender dragon cookie as utterly devoted to eternal sugar cookie, while having quite a few differing opinions than her. Within the war, I gave her she was once a rage filled dragon that had its anger quelled by eternal sugar cookie. The lavender dragon cookie would take on in kingdom as a playable character is a bomber cookie who has an abilities, somewhat similar to pitaya dragon cookies ability, where they turn into a dragon and let out a very strong lavender blast that does damage and makes the enemies attack speed drop

Salsa cookie- I initially came up with them as a Sonna, but it changed real quick. Long story short they are an assassin for higher in order to help keep themselves and their baby brother off the streets. This led them to being hired by the cookie of darkness. I don’t really have much for salsa cookie, however, kingdom roll wise. She is an ambush cookie.

Nacho cheese cookie- salsa cookies, younger brother. I don’t have much info on him yet other than he’s really young and wants to be a music maker when he’s older. He is not a playable cookie like the rest of these guys.

Lemon meringue cookie- they are a rockstar who mainly is struggling with getting gigs and accidentally got involved in the cookies of darkness. They did not know what they got into and now that they know they fear they are too far into back out. They are a support cookie.

Paprika cookie- technically not a cookie, this thing is more of an ancient spirit. It is mostly made of paprika spice and semi-draconic. It has the ability to possess cookie bodies, whether they are alive or dead and it used disability frequently before it went on its villain arc. After the one cookie, it told the truth about passed away it snapped and went off into the forest, inevitably running into and possessing rainbow sprinkle cookie. Paprika cookie with then join the cookies of darkness and offer some of her own spiceand rainbow. Sprinkle cookies dough in order to help with the ultimate cookies creation.

(onto the new ones)

Blue cheese cookie- I just thought about their existence today and I have no clue what I’m gonna do with them, but I am very certain there’s already a blue cheese cookie so this one might fade out of existence

The other one, I don’t know what these specific cookies are called, but my dad just got them so here’s a picture of the cookie. All I know is that this cookie is probably going to reside within the cacao kingdom.