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[yuzuhasbae]

SM x fem y/n

[yuzuhasbae]

Just by how you draw yn I can spot you are a homocipher fan

guilty🙋‍♀️

BONUS:

I am, in fact, a homocipher fan. I mean, see that Mr. Crawling on my pfp?

[yuzuhasbae]

The most deceitful

It was funnier in my head…

Extra-

[yuzuhasbae]

Now I can just imagine this:

Shadow milk: WHERE ARE THEY?! WHERE HAVE IS Y/N COOKIE?!

Y/N: *giggles as they’re blending into a painting because it was a dare from black sapphire cookie*

Hehe, Hiding in plain sight is a good method!

[yuzuhasbae]

Hello! I know you usually do ancient/ beast stuff, but if your okay with it I'd love some stuff for my love wind archer cookie!

"Borrow it, I'll be fine."

[yuzuhasbae]

Since Reqs still open, can I request Shadow Milk x Beast!Singer!Reader?

Reader was a Virtue of Harmony, then got corrupted like them, They were once a folktale singer/nature dancer into a evil popstar, being associated to generations but surprisingly got liked by every cookie because of her song? Beast of Fame or whatever? Yeah that's what I could think of-

☆ Razzle Dazzle, Glitz and Glam — Shadow Milk x Beast!Singer!Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Shadow Milk, once being freed from his containment, was glad to see many old faces. Revenge was the first thing on his mind, but he couldn't help feeling his train of thought stutter at seeing your face. A colder demeanor massively contrasting the kind smiles he once recognized

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You looked... so much different now. He remembered a time where he knew of your songs, hearing how you'd comforted many cookies with your melodies. He even used to confide in them himself, a soothing balm to the troubles in his mind

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Seeing you now, on such a similar standing to him, made an odd feeling bubble up in his chest. He felt a flicker of deep concern that was forcefully smothered with glee. Finally, someone who looked like they really got him!

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He delighted in offering an alliance with you, telling you that you didn't need to worry about anyone else. He knew you better than any other Cookie, your stories so similar they may as well be intertwined. He promised you freedom from what you were before, a way to make Cookies see you for who you now are

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Your drive for a public presence was something Shadow Milk giddily helped you obtain. You were both showy types, and the opportunity to add your wonderful songs to his bombastic tactics excited him

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Shadow Milk's minions found you greatly interesting as well. You fit in like a piece of a puzzle, so snugly joining their group that it felt.. right. Maybe more than anything had before. These Cookies accepted you so wholeheartedly, encouraging you and granting a home you haven't felt in what seemed like ages

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Shadow Milk, for all his perceived shallowness, checked in with you frequently. He included you in all his conversations, and would always circle back to your side no matter how ahead he'd get of himself. In a way, he was seeing himself in you. Every time he checked on you was a moment where he knew in your spot he'd wished someone had done the same

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Hear that?" He once asked, standing with you before entering a waiting crowd. They'd all gathered under your combined influence, a sea of cheers awaiting you. "They'll love you, I know they will" he said, giving you a wink with a very wide grin "I know I do"

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I’ll Take You V1 (I’ll Miss You Alt)

Some things are not fated to last, but trying to push closer only makes love farther out of reach. Results can be fatal.

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Five Cookies were baked by the Witches, radiant beings graced with wisdom and power unparalleled. The Five were destined to reshape the tempestuous world and usher in a new age of peace and prosperity for all.

Seeing as how the Five were unlike most Cookies, they could live on for far longer, the Witches have decided to bake one more Cookie. A Cookie that wasn’t as strong or held great power like them, but rather…as a companion for any of the Five to cherish and love dearly.

The love blossomed into something more that could be considered as forever happiness…

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You’ve always looked up to the Fount of Knowledge to know many aspects of this world like the back of his hand! However, all of the knowledge in the world wouldn’t compare to the joys he would have spending time with you!

He likes to spend his time in the Spire of All Knowledge cuddled up next to you as he reads books with you, showing you the many wonders of Earthbread! He always kept the stories interesting with his mannerisms and funny way of speaking, you’re never bored when he reads.

He makes sure to always leave time away from writing in scrolls and books to have moments with you, why would he keep his cutie patootie waiting on him! The texts could wait, snuggling up to you by his tower window was much more preferable to him!

“Man, you always tell such fascinating tales, my fair Fount! It almost makes me feel dull in comparison!”

“Oh, don’t let those little words come out of your mouth again! You are way more fascinating than any of the books I have! I can write whole books on their own on what you’re just oh so great to me!”

“Oh stop, you’re just saying things.”

“Far from it, my little Cookie~ It’s the honest truth~”

The two of you share a laugh as you look out the spire window, leaning on each other…

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The Herald of Change always had that bit of a grumpy side to him when it came to getting him out of his temple to come look at the new civilizations and kingdoms being created everyday.

Everything was the same to him no matter the result, but he could never say no to your requests to visit these civilizations. Your enthusiasm to see what could possibly be different was pretty infectious, encouraging him to go with you in these visits.

He was quite the protective one too, insisting that in return of going with you, you are to stick by his side as you two walked. He makes sure of that by having one of his arms around your waist, he behaves himself but will shoot a glare anyone getting too close.

“Look at that spring the townspeople made, my Herald! Look at the flowers blooming from the water and the creatures that inhabit in and around it, isn’t it wonderful?”

“It’s remarkable, but it’s nothing new to me. I’ve seen many springs like this before, they come and go eventually. Just like the many civilizations we’ve visited today, there’s so much more that I can get done by now!”

“The destination may be the same, but the journey doesn’t have to. It can be different compared to another, so many different ways Cookies behave and act, environment changing with many different plants and creatures. Tell me just one thing that you wouldn’t want to change.”

The Herald, looking down at the ground, slowly formed a smile as he softly laughed, turning his gaze to look at you. One of his arms going around you to hold you close to him.

“I’d say….”

“It would be us that I would never want to change.”

“Aw….”

The two of you hold onto each other close as you both looked on at the lively spring.

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The Seeker of Volition was immensely patient and considerate of you, shaping and changing her realm to make you as comfortable as you can be. She knows things around the Ivory Pagoda may not too interesting or extravagant, but that was alright with you. So long as you were with her.

Her displays of affection were pretty subtle that no Cookie that visited her would’ve suspected that you and her had something close and in a way, it made it more special to her. The gentle hand holding, the way she caressed your cheek as she spoke to you, it was small yet held so much love that she shared with you.

She’s always wondered why you never asked for a wish from her, with how many Cookies that visited her wanting that exact thing. Well, you didn’t really want to wish for anything, the Seeker was enough for you. Being able to stand by her side like this was a wish come true. She didn’t understand your refusal for a wish, but…it touched her that she was enough for you.

“After all the Cookies that have come to me for a wish, I did not think you wouldn’t be one of them. Is there not anything you want wish for?”

“Oh, Seeker. We’ve been through this, ehe. I do not want a wish, I have all that I need here at the Ivory Pagoda. As long as there’s this, I’m happy.”

“You are? After spending all of your time here at the Ivory Pagoda with me, you must have some sort of wish you want granted. Please, say the word. I shall fulfill it to the best of my abilities.”

“Well….”

“Yes?”

“I wish to take a walk around the Pagoda with you. Just the two of us.”

The Seeker was not expecting such a simple and mundane wish, she would’ve seen it as a waste if it came from any other Cookie, but…

To hear it from you…it made giggle softly with a smile.

“Hm…hehe, very well. I shall grant you your wish, my dearest Cookie.”

The two of you hold hands as you leave out the doors to her Pagoda, intending to enjoy a peaceful walk together…

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But could that happiness really last forever?

As time went on, it felt the Cookies you once held dear to you had changed, no longer being the Cookies you once loved. It was as if the power they held was slowly warping their minds and ideals into something more twisted and dark.

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The Fount could never be truly honest with you, always masking his words that tinged with deceit, always making a game of things. Even the books and text he’d were how you remembered…

“Fount, this..isn’t how the story went the last time I’ve heard about it…”

“Oh, that boring ol’ story? I helped myself to make a few changes that really added to the pizzazz of it all, don’t you think?”

“But that never happened! It’s a complete fabrication! Real Cookies have gone through those events, I feel like we shouldn’t tarnish that to make it “interesting.”

“Oh my! I’m hurt! I just wanted to make it more good! Oh well, I’m sure those Cookies wouldn’t mind, right? Come on, let’s read another, shall we?”

“N-no, I don’t want to read another. I’ll just..be in my room.”

“Hey! Where you going?! I swear the details on the next one are accurate! Mostly! Maybe!”

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The Herald never could see how you see the many locations and civilizations you two see, always groaning and muttering that it was boring to him. It had gotten to the point where he ignored you and remain sat on his seat in the temple.

“What do you mean you’re not going?”

“I mean it. You say that all these places would be different in their own ways, but it’s all been the same! It bores me when I have to go through the same thing over and over again!”

“I-I promise that I’ll keep your interest piqued with this one-“

“NO!”

He destroyed a nearby table with a single hit.

“You can go on without me from now on. I have no reason to endure something so boring as another town visit…”

“R-right, okay, I’ll just…go.”

You hastily leave as the Herald looked at his fist that broke the table, he realized something as a large grin on his face formed…

“That…felt good….”

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The Seeker didn’t feel like herself anymore with the coldness and apathy she now radiated. She didn’t push you away when trying to be close like old times, but she didn’t really reciprocate your affections like she would back then. It felt like..she didn’t love you all that much anymore.

“Where you going?”

“I must return to the Ivory Pagoda in order to continue my pursuit of becoming a Leavened One.”

“I know this Leavened One status is important to you, but…wouldn’t that mean I won’t get to see you much anymore. I can’t bear that…”

“Oh, Y/N Cookie…”

She caressed your cheek, but it didn’t feel right. There was no sense of love placed into it, as if she only did it to calm you down by reminding you of the past.

“You should know that I hold this opportunity dear to me, but it does not mean I value you any less, it is meaningless to worry. I must go.”

“What about my wish to spend the day together…?”

“You should also know that not every basic wish will be granted. I am sorry…”

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Regardless, it felt like you were kicked to the curb as you walked outside during the night.

You were not happy. You look up at the sky, wondering if your Creator was looking down at you too.

You ask them how could things go so wrong. What purpose could you have now that the Cookies you were made for weren’t themselves anymore? Were they even the same Cookies at this rate?

You ask…what could you do…?

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…

…

You look down, only now noticing a nearly invisible string flowing in the air, red in color as it looked like it came from your chest. You reached up to hold it and in doing so, the string was seemingly cut and it floats away into the sky…

That…oddly felt liberating. You looked at your hands and realized that..you did have meaning outside of your purpose. There was a whole world out there that you could now explore! Many things to see and Cookies to meet!

You felt rejuvenated and head off to rest for tonight. Tomorrow, you’ll be a new Cookie!

Surely, the “Virtues” wouldn’t mind if you were gone for a little while, right?

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…

…

…

But you weren’t the only one who felt a change after that string was cut…

The spire trembled.

The temple shook.

The cocoon violently spasmed.

Their occupants having felt the full effects…

The Fount suddenly tore the book they were “changing” as he keeled over, clutching his chest where his heart was…he felt…empty.

The Herald started a rampage in his temple, the pain in his chest fueling his anger and muddied despair as he destroyed everything…he felt…lost.

The Seeker, once settled in her cocoon, was now clutching her head with both her hands as she lets out silent screams of anguish, the pain in her chest amidst a void of white too great to ignore…she felt…voided.

One by one, they fall….

They’d find you, and they’ll take you….

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You were just about to carry on in your boat out of the continent when a sheep wandered to you.

“Oh hello, little sheep. You lost your way from your herd?”

“Baaaaa….”

“Why are you looking down? Come on, look at me…”

The sheep suddenly jolted up to look you, it looked furious as it’s eyes glowed shades of blue.

“BAAAAAA!”

“What?!”

The sheep poofed into blue smoke, and in its place was not a very angry Cookie.

“My Fount?!”

“ERRR! WRONG! Now let me ask you a question. WHY DID YOU LEAVE?!”

Shadow Milk Cookie had found you right as you were about to leave Beast-Yeast.

“I’m sorry, my Fount. But…I can’t do this anymore. You are no longer the Cookie I know and loved. You lie to me, you twist things so badly, I can’t even tell what’s true and what’s not.”

“I do not lie to you! I never could! You weren’t supposed to leave me behind! You were supposed to stick to me like glue for as long as the two of us lived!”

“We all change, Fount. That includes you and me.”

“Is that it?! Are you just going to walk away from EONS worth of our time together all for my new change of style?!”

“You are NOT going anywhere! You are coming back with me to that Spire and we are going to adore and be mushy to each other like always!”

“I’m going, Fount. I’ve made my decision…”

“Oh…hehe….ehehehe~!”

“What? What are you laughing for-“

Your movements are stopped, you are horrified to see blue strings wrapped tightly around your arm. You try to free yourself, but you found that all your limbs were wrapped in strings too. You pulled into his arms as he giggled menacingly to you, a shadow over his eyes.

“Oh, you silly little thing~ I never would’ve expected you to lie to ME! My brand new style doesn’t mean my heart went out the window! If you can’t accept how deceit seeps into the very cracks of this world, then…”

He leans in real close to your face, whispering in a chilling voice…

“I’ll just have to take you, cutie~ Ehehehe~”

You were never seen again…

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You were having a peaceful time in the civilization you were staying at, enjoying a nice meal provided by the locals when…

“AAAAAH! Run for your lives!”

“He’s destroying everything in his path, watch out!”

“ARGH! It hurts!”

The screams of Cookies in the distance alerted you to turn around from where you were sitting to see Cookies running away from something.

And their screams weren’t the only ones you were hearing.

“COME OUT TO ME, LITTLE COOKIE! I KNOW YOU’RE HERE SOMEWHERE!”

The Herald(?!) shouted in anger as he was breaking and bashing through anything in his path up ahead.

Cookies that were in his way were simply hit back with enough force to send them into walls or sliding back on the ground, he didn’t give them any time to move.

“Ah! Please! Show mercy!”

“Mercy?! There IS no mercy for you WORMS!”

The Cookie on the ground from an earlier attack tried to get up, but groaned in pain as Burning Spice Cookie slowly raised his weapon, the Cookie covers their face to brace for impact.

“STOP!”

Burning Spice Cookie immediately stops to look in the direction of your shout and locking eyes with you, he heads for you.

“Please, don’t hurt any more Cookies!”

“So…you’ve been here all along, spending time amidst these ANTS! The tide of Change will sweep through all, leaving everyone here as nothing but dust in the wind!”

“Have you NO IDEA how long I’ve looked for to find you when you didn’t come back the temple?!”

“To not see you by my side for DAYS?!”

“I know you’re mad, but please, you don’t have to do this! I’ll..I’ll come back with you…”

“Will you now…? I must be sure!”

“What are you-“

Your talk was stopped when he grips your shoulders and brought you to a rough kiss that left you coughing spice when he pulled away.

“Hahaha! Yes! I remember this feeling now! I expect you to stay in the temple with me, for as long as we live! I promise not to break you too easily, ahahaha!”

You felt conflicted as you were dragged with him back to the temple. He’d never let you go as easily again…

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You say farewell to a close friend of yours as you head inside your home. You were ready to turn in for the night as you offed the lights, it was particularly foggy tonight, so you chose to keep things closed up before you turned in for tonight.

You close your eyes and drift off to sleep..or at least, you tried to before you hear a slight creak in your room. You sit up and look, only to see a pair of slit pupils staring right back at you in the darkness in the room.

Neither of you move….

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…

…

“I may give nothing for your loyalty, but to see you offer your mind and soul to another, right after I had been free from my cocoon…you will learn that it was pointless to try and leave me…”

“My Seeker?!”

She barely gives you time to let the realization sink in before she rushed forward to hold your cheeks in her hands, lifting you up effortlessly to bring you face to face with her as she looks down at you. Her eyes wide open and pitch black, her slit pupils bearing down on yours.

She was as expressionless as ever, but her eyes told you everything you needed to know that she was mad. You felt weak, dough turning pale..

“I never forgot our bond, the years upon years that we shared…my rise to the Leavened One should not have been a path I walked alone…”

“Why are you saying..?”

“I should’ve shared my feelings with you, to show you that everything will be futile in the end. Just like your intentions to leave me as just a thought…”

“No, you don’t have to…”

“THIS is my wish. To have you see what I see, to feel how I feel. About everything, about you…”

“No, please…”

“I promise…I promise to not have us walk alone anymore…”

Everything was a blur as she took you away from your home, up the stairs; and back to the Ivory Pagoda. The last of the outside world forever a distant memory as the cocoon wrapped up once more, Mystic Flour clutching you close to her body.

Together in a world of white, that is what she always wished for…

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“I loved you

Even though I loved you

I’ll treat you like this

Like the traitor you are

Return my feelings

I loved you

Even though I loved you

Forever”

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[yuzuhasbae]

Request. Dark cacao cookie with pregnant reader

Dark Cacao Cookie with Pregnant Reader

•Finding out you were pregnant, you were very excited to be a mother. But Dark Cacao Cookie was nervous due to what happened with his

•You don’t know if you should keep the baby, but Dark Cacao Cookie insists of keeping it. He knew he had to overcome his fear

•During the months of your pregnancy, you notice Dark Cacao Cookie having his head by your baby bump. It was cute sight

•Dark Cacao Cookie would give you loose fitting hanboks to help you with the pregnancy. He was spoiling you a lot

•Your cravings weirded out the king for sure. Sweet pickles dipped in milk to straight up pickle juice. Sometimes he asks if it’s healthy for you and the baby

•When the baby is due, Dark Cacao Cookie is by your side. He felt so bad especially how big the baby is born. He isn’t leaving your side at all

•When the baby is born, the baby has your dough with Dark Cacao’s hair and the eyes were like Heterochromia. One is yours and the other is a purple like their dad

•Dark Cacao Cookie never showed his soft side to his people, but when he’s with you and the baby. He promises that no one will hurt you or the baby..

[yuzuhasbae]

Flour...

Flour...

Where Dark Cacao Cookie once stood now lays a pile of fine flour.

At that moment a wave of emotions hit y/n cookie like a stampede of cake hounds.

Grief, Despair, Misery, Denial, Anguish.

These emotions now all tied to Y/n cookie’s being.

A cookie you held close to your heart... gone... reduced to flour.

“DARK CACAO COOKIE!!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

You were sure that he would have won the fight.

You were sure that with his awakening, he would have won.

This had to be a nightmare, it had to be.

This couldn't be real... right?

“Do not despair, dear y/n cookie, he saw the path for true enlightenment and accepted his fate.”

That voice... it was HER voice.

The one who took your precious king and his warriors.

Mystic Flour Cookie

“Mystic flour cookie... I beg you... PLEASE...Bring him back...please...” You said grief drowning your word.

“I'm afraid I cannot allow that.” said Mystic flour cookie, her gaze now cast upon you.

PLEASE MYSTIC FLOUR COOKIE, I’ll DO ANYTHING!!!

You said, tears now running down your face.

Mystic flour cookie’s face softened up by a tiny bit seeing your grieving state.

She can't bring back that cookie, otherwise her dream of a perfect world with you would be ruined.

“I'm sorry dear Y/N cookie, But the world I dreamed of doesn't need him”

Mystic Flour Cookie said, her tone unphased by your grief.

The world doesn't need him?

THE WORLD DOESN’T NEED HIM?

“I'M HIS WORLD! AND HE IS MINE!”

You yelled at Mystic flour cookie

Mystic Flour Cookie was... shocked, to say the least.

Why would the successor of her resolution, be your world?

Regardless she didn't care, she would have to...

*CRACCKK*

A sharp cracking sound was heard in the room.

It was your Soul Jam.

Seeing Dark Cacao Cookie turn to flour had an impact on your Soul Jam.

Your Soul Jam had started to change by the immense grief you were feeling.

It didn't shatter mind you, but your once bright and colorful soul jam now starting to turn dark.

A color that didn't suit the bright and wonderful cookie like you.

Little by little your light started to diminish.

Your Soul Jam once holding the light of compassion, now holds the light of inertia.

Mystic Flour cookie was surprised for the first time in centuries.

Her apathetic demeanor seemingly vanished upon seeing this.

“What is the meaning of this?” Mystic flour cookie asked, now starting panic.

Nothing.

You said nothing.

All you did was sob profusely on the pile of flour that was once your king.

Mystic Flour cookie’s mind started to race.

What can she do?

She can’t have you like this!

Her perfect world can’t exist if her beloved is like this.

She needed her bright light to show the world the meaning of apathy.

Suddenly, a tear rolled off her face.

What?

A Tear?

Was she crying?

Why was she crying?

She thought she had lost all emotion after her enlightenment.

Was it you?

Is this some sort of "strange power" that emanated from your soul jam?

She looked at you to see if she could feel any power radiating from you.

Nothing.

She didn't feel any magic coming out of you.

It was as if her very core shook.

She was crying.

Her heart, thought to be cold and distant, was wrenching.

This isn't what she wanted.

She didn't want to see you like this, and yet she can’t help but feel... guilt.

Something she didn't feel for the countless cookies she had turned into flour.

She heard these cries countless times from other cookies.

None of them held any meaning for her.

This isn't any different from those cookies, and yet... she was crying.

She knows she can fix this, yet she doesn't want you to hate her.

If she had known that you cherished that cookie this much, she would have taken a different approach.

She needed to fix this.

“...Y/N cookie, I have an offer for you” she said wiping the tears off her face.

You were too filled with grief to answer.

“I have a way to fix this” she said

You stopped, ‘a way to fix this’?

A way to bring back Dark Cacao Cookie perhaps?

You wiped the tears staining your face.

“...what?” you say with a shred of hope

“I will bring back these cookies and restore your Soul Jam back to when you first arrived in Beast-Yeast" she said her eyes looking at your tainted soul jam.

“Restore... my soul jam?” you questioned only now realizing that your soul jam looked different.

“Yes, in exchange I want you to take me with you” she said hoping that you'll say yes.

“Take you... with me? Why?” You asked

“I wish to repent for my actions against you” she said

“And though it surprises me to say... my heart can't stand seeing you like this” she added

You take a minute to fully comprehend what she said.

On one hand you resent Mystic Flour cookie for turning your king into Flour.

On the other...

“Alright, ...but don't expect me to be all ‘buddy-buddy’ with you” you said, your words filled with contempt.

“Of course, my only wish is that you may forgive me when you're ready” she said giving you a small smile.

Suddenly the world around you started to fade, turning to flour.

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“Ugh... what happened” Dark Cacao Cookie groaned

Realizing he was lying on the floor he sat up before rubbing his head.

“Last thing I remember was...” he said before realizing that you were gone.

“Y/N Cookie!” he called out

“Y/N Cookie!” he repeated, growing nervous

“Y/N- he said before being tackled into the ground

“Dark Cacao Cookie!” you said overjoyed to see your king, hugging him tightly.

“Y/N Cookie, are you alright? You’re crying” he said wondering why earthbread you’re crying.

“I'm better than alright, I’m just so happy to see you again.” You said relieved that he hasn't changed, well personality wise.

Soon enough the rest of the Dark Cacao Warriors woke up.

All the warriors were happy to see their king safe

Dark Cacao Cookie rubbed the back of head glad to see you're safe.

But then a thought entered Dark Cacao Cookie’s head

“What happened? Did we win in our fight with that Beast?” he said, wondering about the outcome of the battle.

“Oh, She’s-” you said before being interrupted.

“Right here” Mystic Flour Cookie said, with a hint of hesitation.

Dark Cacao Cookie’s face turned pale upon seeing the Beast, before that shock turned to rage.

“YOU-” he said before you quickly intervened.

“Whoa Whoa Whoa, Dark Cacao Cookie I know what this looks like, but let me explain!” you said trying to calm down your king.

Dark Cacao Cookie looked at you confused.

.

. 15 minutes of explanation and Dark Cacao Cookie wrangling later.

.

“Hmm, I see.” Dark Cacao Cookie said, understanding what you said.

“Let me get this straight” he said, turning to Mystic Flour Cookie.

“In exchange for your surrender, you wish to repent?” he said, glaring daggers at her.

“That is correct; after achieving my goal, I realized that without Y/N support, even my dream was futile.” she said ignoring Dark Cacao Cookie’s stare.

“Hmm” he scoffed.

“I know you don't like this my liege, but if she is at our side, it would make the war against Dark Enchantress Cookie easier” you said.

He hated the idea of having a Beast roam free, but knowing that she was willing to change her ways...

“Fine...” he reluctantly agreed.

“Thank you” you said, before quickly giving him a peck on his cheek.

[yuzuhasbae]

"Don't ever leave my back."

[yuzuhasbae]

Some incorrect quotes with Y/N with the Ancients and Beasts? Pretty please?

The Incorrect Quotes Cookie Jar: Soul Jam Edition

Holy shit, it’s been a while since the last!

Y/N Cookie: *thinks of falling milk*

Ancient/Beast Cookies: “….I need them…”

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Shadow Milk Cookie: “Partake in the apple!”

Y/N Cookie: “But God said if I eat it, I’ll die-“

Shadow Milk Cookie: “NUH UH-”

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Y/N Cookie: “Eternal Sugar, I need you to stop stalking me.”

Eternal Sugar Cookie: “I wasn’t stalking you, I was educating myself on your lore so I can understand you better!”

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Hollyberry Cookie points to a Virtue of Scorn Y/N Cookie: “I can fix them”

[Drill sounds, screaming, chainsaw revving]

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Y/N Cookie: “Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve!”

Mystic Flour Cookie: “I think you mean cards.”

Y/N, pulling knives out of their sleeves: “No, I do not.”

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Y/N Cookie: “Peeing.”

Mystic Flour Cookie: “Whatever.”

Burning Spice Cookie: “Who gives a shit.”

White Lily Cookie: “I care <3 don’t listen to them.”

Shadow Milk Cookie: “This one’s dedicated to you.”

Eternal Sugar Cookie: “Piss harder.”

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Silent Salt Cookie: “No Noise November, everyone shut up.”

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Pure Vanilla Cookie, trying to flirt: “So, do you come here often?”

Y/N Cookie: “I mean, this is my house, so yeah.”

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Golden Cheese Cookie: “How are you feeling?”

Y/N Cookie: “I’ve been experiencing a headache lately that seems to come and go.”

Shadow Milk Cookie: *walks into the room*

Y/N Cookie: “Oh look, it’s back.”

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Dark Cacao Cookie: “So you like cats?”

Y/N Cookie: “Yeah.”

Dark Cacao Cookie: *tries to impress them by pushing glass off a table.*

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Police Cookie: “You’re under arrest for carrying 4 Cookies on a single motorcycle.”

Y/N Cookie: “Wait, 4?”

Police Cookie: “Yes.”

Y/N Cookie: “SHIT-“

Police Cookie: “Y/N?”

Y/N Cookie: “PURÉ VANILLA FELL OFF-“

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Mystic Flour Cookie: “your honor, in my defense: who cares like omfggggggggg who cares???????????? like. come On.”

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Pure Vanilla Cookie: “Good morning.”

Hollyberry Cookie: “Good morning.”

Dark Cacao Cookie: “Good morning.”

Golden Cheese Cookie: “Good morning.”

White Lily Cookie: “Good morning.”

Y/N Cookie: “You all sound like robots, "good morning, good morning", spice it up a bit!”

Burning Spice Cookie: “Hey, motherfuckers!”

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Y/N Cookie hurt their knee and is laid up with a cast and crutches.

Golden Cheese Cookie is sitting next to them, doodling little hearts on their cast to cheer them up.

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Y/N Cookie and the Ancients, and the Beasts all end up asleep in the same room. Nobody can get any sleep because Y/N Cookie is snoring loudly…except for Silent Salt Cookie, who’s completely used to it.

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Y/N Cookie: “You always look so unapproachable.”

Dark Cacao Cookie: “And yet here you are.”

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White Lily Cookie: “We’re engaged!”

Mystic Flour Cookie, to Y/N Cookie: “You should’ve asked me first.”

Y/N Cookie: “You’re not really my type.”

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Pure Vanilla Cookie: “Is that your hand on Y/N Cookie’s shoulder?”

Shadow Milk Cookie: “It was an accident.”

Pure Vanilla Cookie: “Your hand is still on their shoulder.”

Shadow Milk Cookie: “It’s still an accident.”

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Y/N Cookie: “Heyy, Eternal Sugar!”

Eternal Sugar Cookie: “Heyy, how you doing-“

Silent Salt and Burning Spice t-pose float towards Y/N Cookie.

Eternal Sugar Cookie: “AH, OH NO! OH GOD-“

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Y/N Cookie: “How petty can you get?”

Golden Cheese Cookie: “I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument that I was wrong about.”

[yuzuhasbae]

Love the idea of Ancients/Beasts with a long lost lover reader cookie, how would said Ancients/Beasts react when they meet their spouse again? (lol not exes cus there ain't no divorce paper but several decades distance is probably make them pretty sour with each other. unless you'd like to make it that way? love it too more juicy dramas)

Preferably reader who's a regular common cookie + extra long live span just bc

Immortal Y/N Cookie maybe?

Honestly, there WILL be drama regardless of whether divorce was issued or not. Waiting EONS since you’ve last seen the Heroes, you pondered on if it was possible you’d see them again.

You try to rationalize that they, before the corruption, would’ve wanted you to move on. In case they turned evil and could never go back to how it once was.

Then you meet the Ancients, Cookies that…reminded you of the Beasts. It took many years, but things would eventually blossom and eventually start to see them romantically.

The Beasts, when they break out, are of course upset with you. You didn’t have the loyalty to wait for them as LONG as they have for you?

Burning Spice would want to destroy everything and everyone you loved, so that you’ll only have him left.

Shadow Milk will make everyone dislike you by spreading lies with truths that support them further. They may not like you for who you really are, but he would.

Eternal Sugar will trap everyone in her vines, keeping them in eternal slumber. Why be happy with them when you can be happy with her amidst the clouds?

Silent Salt will just cut through everyone in their way. Any Cookie not strong enough to withstand their blade, well, they didn’t deserve to love you anyway.

Mystic Flour wanted you and her to spend your days in a world of white, a world that only the two of you will share. You’ll start to cough and feel sick, falling under her curse. She doesn’t care if she hurts anyone with this decision, she’ll be gone too to even think of that…

[yuzuhasbae]

“Why do you all feel…

So familiar?”

Some witch reader lore teheee

[yuzuhasbae]

[ ~"A New Face"~ ] - Cookie Run

You are a Human who found the Earthbread! Meeting cookies all around! how do the cookies react to seeing a human in their kingdom?

In all the Cookie run fanfics I read the reader is a cookie, it makes sense but i am always curious how it will be if was well a normal human, things will get very interesting!

Part 2

What contains? None, Sfw

Can be visualized as? None, Cookies meeting you!

GingerBrave

-Oh poor little guy! already will be panicking seeing you near the kingdom! already have a bad experience with the witches

-but dont get it wrong! brave is in the name and will definitely try to stop you before even getting near the kingdom or trying to hurt someone, at least try to get the other cookies sometime to hide and run away!

-Seeing you dont fight back and you are visibly confused (and even scared) makes GingerBrave confused as well, and will start to ask a lot of questions

-of course, he will be more confused seeing you do not know anything about the witches (due he referring to you as "the witcher" and thinking you were going to eat the cookies) and even surprised seeing you asking how the cookies are alive and even talking!

-surely a conversation will be made, trying to understand each other point of view, GingerBrave seeing you dont have bad intentions gets him very curious, maybe is the first chance can be friends with a human? (still, he will keep his guard up!)

Wizard Cookie

-This is the scariest moment of his life, and he already has lived a lot of does moments, a human as arrives in the kingdom, or dear god, what we do!?

-He will try his best to act brave, he will try to make a spell or something to make you go away or a spell to make everyone run away faster and safe!

-if one of his magic gets you (surely a thunder hurting you badly) and sees you hurt, he will gran confident and start asking you questions, or more like accusations

-Seeing you confused or you dont know about witchers or cookies dont make Wizard Cookie 'fall', he thinks you just pretending to keep all cookies guard down for your strike!

-He will continue attacking with his magic, he is confused seeing you not attack back and mostly starts to cry due to how hurt you are, but he will not stop! surely you just playing along!, only Gingerbrave stop him from taking this more calm

-After that conversation he not believe you, he will still think you just pretending to be weak and dont have knowledge about magic or cookies, even if the other cookies give you a chance to be with them, he will have his eyes on you, ready of any suspicious actions you do

Strawberry Cookie

-I hope you have your ears ready, becuse you will hear the highest peach scream you ever hear in your life, and that is from Strawberry Cookie

-She is so scared she will run away and hide, already crying, pleading this is just a horrible nightmare! this is not our doom, right?

-She only will come out when she see GingerBrave as taked the situation

-She is surprised you dont know anything about witches, magic, or alive cookies! and how confused and scared you are, of course, she agrees with Wizard Cookie, and she will also keep his guard up, normally seeing is the cookie how must distant keeps from you

-Nonetheless, she is interested about you, like, is the first-ever human she could be close with, and even talk with! and she can see your feelings and emotions, surely you will grow a fast conection

Custard Cookie III

-He will be scared, confused, everything! everything is happening so fast he can't process everything asap, soon realizes, OH CHEESE, IS THAT A HUMAN!?

-As see GingerBrave and Wizard Cookie are ahead fighting the Human he will try his best to participate too, fixing his 'neck' and announcing to you "Begon to my kingdom, witch! you are not welcome here! better leave soon before you suffer the consequences!"

-Even he is scared inside and tries to act brave/stronger, He is worried and confused seeing you hurt and not even fighting back, like, why are you fighting, why are you crying!?, he agreed with GingerBrave to stop this, and solve this talking

-After that conversation, he does a small laugh, well this is the first time there is a good human, and maybe the first good human in his kingdom, "Well there [Y/N]! I'm glad to announce that I! Custard Cookie III, you are welcome in my kingdom! but first, you need to do small tasks due to all the chaos you cause, no pressure!"

-Of course, you gonna do Custard Cookie III duty he gives to you, is a good chance to show the rest of the cookies of the kingdom you mean no harm, and you are very thankful he allowed you to be in his kingdom (but Wizard Cookie dont like this)

Chili Pepper Cookie

-Same as Custard Cookie III, she will be hella confused about why everyone is screaming and running away, what is going on!? after can hear all the fighting going on and see the human, she gets hella scared!

-"Frick this shet im out", she will not participate to help, she thinks GingerBrave and Wizard Cookie are lost of their mind, she already knew they are kinda crazy for face thing is more they can bite, but this cross the entire line

-She surely takes this chance to steal A LOT of stuff while the cookies are running away, literally, this is the golden opportunity she was waiting for!

-Sadly the party is over for her when Gingerbrave takes this situation to solve this talking and everyone arrives at an agreement, soon after is discovered Chili Peper Cookie stole everything >:(

-Hell no, she will not face you even if the others force her she will not be not even slightly near you, so you only know her from the cookies talk about her, even if she dont trust you, she mostly there observing you, after all, she curious about you, this take Wizard Cookie a chance to make a deal with Chili Peper Cookie, even she 'dont tell me what to do' she actually do what Wizard Cookie said, possibly any sneaky suspicious about you can get her to get some sorta reward!

[yuzuhasbae]

[yuzuhasbae]

Some drawings

[yuzuhasbae]

OML I got this idea stuck in my damn brain like-

Reader aka us, being the ruler of the cookie kingdom (the kingdom we currently own as the player), and Shadow Milk Cookie begging to be let in the kingdom because he wanted to cause silly danger and more mischief (in his corruption), to only fall in love with us (could potentially become a yandere but up to you) after a few days/weeks of meeting.

Like - reader as very sweet, calm and cool that made SMC fall hard in love for them ? 💙🩵

a/n: don't know about everyone else, but me, personally, if I see shadow milk cookie begging to be let in my kingdom, I'd be more than willing to take him in... need to promote him to 2 stars...

— yandere! jester! shadow milk cookie x ruler! reader

໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა ۪ ׂ CONTENT WARNING: yandere themes, psychological and emotional manipulation, gaslighting, coercion, toxic relationships, extreme possessiveness, obsession, mind-breaking, corruption, shadow milk cookie is a cunt, slow-burn destruction, degradation, despair, entrapment, dependency, unhealthy power dynamics, existential horror, and dark romanticization of suffering, its written in shadow milk perspective so it's romanticized, potential ooc.

𖦁 above the high tower—so pristine, so sickeningly pure—a utopia. a kingdom balanced on the trembling fulcrum of equality, on the polished illusion of prosperity, on that laughable dream of heaven. when first he heard of it, he scoffed, a knowing little chuckle curling at the edge of his lips. a kingdom so spotless was a kingdom awaiting its first stain. a place so righteous, so unbearably good, was nothing more than a stage trembling in anticipation of its first act of sin. and if corruption was its fate—oh, the sweet, inexorable pull of ruin—then why not be the hand that guides it? the first dark filament woven into its tapestry, the first exquisite crack in its porcelain? for after all, what greater pleasure was there than watching a kingdom of splendor crumble? to witness the slow unraveling, the first fractures lacing through their golden foundations, the hesitant, horrified realization dawning in their wide, unspoiled eyes? a bliss; the way grandeur rots from within, the way righteousness sours into desperation. It was always such fun, never failing to elicit a laughter from his lips—to watch their heaven buckle under the weight of its own impossible promises, to see their shining citadel collapse into the very ruin they swore could never touch them.

𖦁 at first, that was his sole plan—a swift, merciless tainting, a single decisive stroke to mar their pristine dream. but ah, immediate corruption lacked artistry, lacked finesse, and it was certainly not his modus operandi. no, no, he was not some blunt force of ruin, some crude agent of chaos. his was a subtler touch, a patient, insidious creeping of decay. surely, it wouldn’t hurt to let the rot seep in slowly, to let the kingdom sip its own poison drop by drop? after all, a thing does not truly break unless it first believes itself unbroken. and what was the first step to that, but to endear the ruler? to weave himself into their favor, to become the whispered counsel at their ear, the trusted shadow at their side? a kingdom so pure, so blissfully naïve, would never suspect the serpent if it spoke in honeyed tones, if it coiled itself in silken loyalty. let them trust him, let them open their gates, their hearts, their very souls. corruption was sweetest when it was invited in. and so he did; draped himself in the garb of mirth, painted his deception in bright, foolish colors. a performer, a jester—a harmless thing, a trinket for amusement, a creature of capers and laughter. how naturally it all fell into place, how perfectly the pieces clicked. he acted, he jested, he spun his illusions like golden thread, and just as he had anticipated—just as he had orchestrated—one day, you finally took notice. one day, you plucked him from the streets and placed him at your side: as your personal jester.

𖦁 Calm, composed, tender—a ruler carved from the finest marble, whose very breath seemed to hold the delicate rhythm of a perfect, untroubled reign. An embodiment of a perfect ruler, both to his twisted sense of definition and in the term followers coined; a sovereign that ruled with grace and collection, one who will choose peace of their own kingdom rather than theirs, and most importantly, a sovereign exquisite to break, a monarch to watch crumble apart at the seams. With an oh-so-frail hands, he slowly fed you poison, feeding you sweet lullabies lies with every single time he invited himself to your court, yet with such gentleness, such tender adoration, you hardly noticed the slow, treacherous drip of it into your veins. His touch was light, his voice a soothing lullaby, his eyes a mirror to your own desires, reflecting the very world he had already begun to fracture. You laughed in his presence, you adored him as a child adores the fool who dances for their amusement, never suspecting the subtle malice woven beneath the laughter. You were the imperator, crowned and naive, and he—oh, he was no more than a jester, a trickster, a soft-spoken destroyer. He seeped in, unnoticed, beneath the cloak of love, until the kingdom you ruled had turned to ash. Every moment he spent by your side, every gentle word he whispered, drew you closer to the inevitable end. He was not the harbinger of doom, merely its messenger, and you, sweet sovereign, had already embraced the fall—he wasn't cruel! no, far from it, he was simply speeding up the process of your fate.

𖦁 Piece by piece, the delicate order of your kingdom crumbled, the carefully woven threads of control slipping, unraveling into the quiet chaos that waited with open arms. It was such a quiet delight, watching your face—watching the once-imperious set of your features soften, grow fragile. His sweet darling, his imperator—did you enjoy his performance? His quiet theatrics? The way he danced so close to your frail soul, each movement a deliberate stroke in the masterpiece of your undoing? Your laughter—so exquisite, so heartbreakingly tender—spilled into the air like the final note of a dying melody, trembling before fading into something unrecognizable. No longer the regal, composed mirth of a ruler, but something frayed at the edges, something raw, something slipping through your fingers before you could grasp what had changed. And he watched, oh, how he watched, as each delicate layer of your serenity cracked, one by one. And just as he had foreseen, you sought refuge in him—clinging, desperate, drawn to the very hands that had undone you. You needed him, craved the sweet poisons he fed you, each drop a fleeting reprieve from the reality gnawing at the edges of your soul and who was he but a sweet jester, a silken-tongued fool draped in motley mirth? After all, you were his dearest majesty, sovereign of his affections, and if such a luminous crown sought more of his quaint little revels, if those imperial fingers curled, ever so faintly, in silent demand—ah, how could he deny you? You were his to break, and break you he did—so gently, so tenderly, so exquisitely.

𖦁 And ah, how utterly darling you were like that—weren’t you meant to be the perfect ruler, the unshaken sovereign, the very pillar upon which your kingdom stood? But worry not! For he, your ever-faithful jester, would always be there to lift your spirits, to coo and fawn and wrap you in the silken embrace of his honeyed falsehoods. Sweetly, tenderly, he guided your gaze away from the creeping decay, his fingers featherlight as they covered your eyes, his touch a gentle shroud over the truth he was so lovingly unraveling. He was your jester, your fool, a puppet crafted for your amusement, a plaything meant to make you laugh—yet, oh, how beautifully the strings had tangled. For here you were, trembling beneath him, his sweet little sovereign, his fragile darling, lost and despairing, just as you were always meant to be. He yearned to keep you just like this—to clutch the dying breath of your laughter, to sink his fingers into it and squeeze until nothing remained but the broken echoes of something once bright. But joy was meaningless, a trinket easily shattered; no, the true rapture, the thing that set his soul alight, was your despair, your ruin, the exquisite tremor in your breath as realization crawled through your mind like a slow, cold hand. Oh, how he adored the way your smile faltered, how he savored the flicker of fear in those celestial eyes, the way your very soul seemed to wither beneath his touch. You were his masterpiece, your suffering a symphony, each fragile crack in your spirit a note in the melody he had composed with such tender cruelty. Your radiant smile, your trembling gaze—how divine they were, poised at the very edge of oblivion. And oh, how perfect you would be, entombed in eternity, frozen forever in that exquisite moment of collapse. Never whole again, never beyond his reach, never anything but his—his to twist, his to shatter, his to own. No one else could have you. No one else would understand. No one else deserved to witness the fragile, broken thing he had so carefully sculpted. You were his—his ruin, his darling, his little sovereign—forever and only his.

𖦁 Oh, but do not misunderstand him! He loved you, loved you wholly, the way a flame loves the fragile moth that it lures, the way a poet loves the ink that stains his trembling hands. Your gentleness, your calm, your measured poise—these he cherished, yes, these he cradled in the hollow of his palms like something sacred. But oh, his love, what he adored—no, what he worshipped—was that part of you which most repulsed yourself. The cracks, the stains, the lovely little rot that clung to your soul like mold upon marble. Your cruddy, your ruin, the decay that softened your edges into something closer—ah, so much closer—to his own. It was in that wretchedness that he found divinity; it was in your unbecoming that he saw you, at last, becoming his, a reflection of himself. He wanted you broken, petrified, stripped of all that made you whole. But don’t be so upset, won’t you? This was your fate, after all—etched into the marrow of your bones long before you could protest. You were blinded, drunk on the illusions of heaven and prosperity, stumbling through the gilded halls of your own self-deceit. And being the good little jester that he was, ever so devoted to his craft, he helped you out—by corrupting you, warping you, twisting your kingdom into a grotesque parody of its former glory. A kindness, really. A mercy.

a/n: one thing that you can always trust me to do is that if it is possible to include yandere! shadow milk cookie, i WILL include him but i do feel like its starting to get repetitive. also, just woke up after finishing writing this in the middle of the night and i just realized how far this was from the requester's request but... the damage is already done, somebody kill me NOW.