#healer cookie huh...

[cuppajj]

i had a vision

#id make this a full comic if i could i just need more substance #shadow milk discovering pure vanilla and black raisin's close bond and going after her... teasing her... #like i know he already has his whole thing with white lily but i bet black raisin is pretty bullyable #there are so many things about pure vanilla that smc could torment her with that she doesnt know #healer cookie huh... #anyway i know black raisin doesnt have a sword but i gave her one just for this #what was i supposed to do draw her pointing the bird at him? literally giving him the bird? LMAO #crk #shadow milk cookie #black raisin cookie #pure vanilla cookie #(spiritually) #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cjj arts #i gotta stop posting so late no one is gonna see this... anyway morning reblog inbound for sure

[eijakushingomel]

The Heroes & The Beasts

The Ancient Heroes, unfortunately, had been captured. Shadow Milk had taken them by surprise, snatched away Pure Vanilla, and used him as bait to lure White Lily away from you and the gang. The only good thing was that White Lily was able to pass her Soul Jam on to GingerBrave before she, too, was taken away.

You, GingerBrave and the rest was the Earthbread's final hope.

But let not focus on you cookies. Let put our attention towards the locked up Ancient Heroes.

They were somewhere in a black pitch void, the same void that Shadow Milk had presented to you guys when the first time he appeared. Numerous eyes trailed aimlessly on the walls and ceiling. Sometimes, half of them stared at Pure Vanilla, sometimes at White Lily. Either way, it won't stop staring at one place as long as Shadow Milk doesn't possess them.

But those eyes weren't the worst part. No, they were like a small hill compared to the mountain. Because Shadow Milk wasn't the only Beast presented in the void.

You read that right, he wasn't the only one.

White Lily trembled inside the bird cage when Silent Salt shifted his helmeted head towards her. Her calla lily staff was prepared in front of her, but it didn't lessen her fear.

Pure Vanilla heard her trembles from the second cage. His head bowed down, self-hatred grew larger towards himself at the thought he had failed her again. She had tried to reassure him he had done his best, but the fact they were trapped in cages like some sort of pet did not supported the statement.

The void Shadow Milk had brought that had some sort of mental magic mixed in, at least that was what the two genius mages concluded. For with the exception of Shadow Milk, the rest of the Beasts didn't have their physical bodies. Hopefully, not yet and never. Their consciousness were connected to Shadow Milk's, and the Beast of Deceit made use of it to create whatever plan he had in mind.

Still, it didn't lessen the scare of seeing the Fallen Heroes with one's own eyes.

None of the heroes were having a splendid time.

But Shadow Milk certainly did.

"Awwwww~, look guys," the jester cooed, animatedly pointed at the cage Pure Vanilla was placed. "Isn't mine so cute? He's trying to conjure an escape plan, and it isn't working!"

Pure Vanilla certainly was having a terrible moment.

His predecessor (could he even call him that?) didn't stop cooing and awing over him ever since they were brought here. Unlike White Lily, whose cage hung in the air and string connected to the endless like ceiling, he was forced into a cage similiar design like hers but placed on a round table. Shadow Milk had summoned a chair and placed himself next to the healer. Since then, the jester had been watching him like he was watching a kid show.

"Huh," Burning Spice scoffed. He and Silent Salt had been hovering around White Lily for some time. The Beast of Destruction snapped his knuckles on the silver cage, causing it to move abruptly and for White Lily to yelp. "So this is the new Hero? Your successor sure is something, Salt."

Pure Vanilla bit the inside of his cheek as White Lily tucked her head behind her staff. They couldn't find a way out of here. Magic seemed to be useless against a mastermind like Shadow Milk. Their only hope was you and the gang. Hopefully, he prayed that all of you were able to escape Beast-Yeast and requested help from Dark Cacao, Hollyberry, and Golden Cheese.

Somewhere in the background, Eternal Sugar peered from her fake cloud and clicked her tongue, "I thought our Soul Jams would at least be given to some cookie," she yawned halfway on her speech, not even caring to cover her mouth, "...who at least able to stand on their own ground," lazily, she shrugged. "I guess I was too optimistic. Awe, it's so tiring...!"

Burning Spice smirked, "But I heard she was the one eho able to create vines that hold us back for many moons. I guess she lost her touch, huh?"

"Awww, look look! He's turning his head away from me!"

Mystic Flour stepped closer between Silent Salt and Burning Spice. Her eyes were closed, but White Lily could felt the gaze upon her.

"Hm, just seeing her made me ponder what our counterparts were like. Was mine as patience as I? Was he or she got what it takes to inherited a piece of me? Was they enough?"

"Oh my gosh, he's shoving his head inside his cone head! Haha! So silly, and so cute!"

Silent Salt cocked his head aside, and one hand lifted to tap on the silver cage. His movement was in complete silence and fast. But bold and loud in its own way.

"Ah yes," Mystic Flour hummed. "I guess yours deserve a bit of recognition. She did strengthened the hold on our prison," one eye peeled halfway open, revealed a pale golden eye behind it. "As annoying as it might be."

White Lily failed to do not cower at the resentful gaze.

"Ehh, don't ignore them! Guys, my son keeps avoiding the servants I made for him. How ungrateful."

"Hmmm...she's pretty much a scaredy cat."

"Maybe we should rip her arm apart. That toughen a dough up."

"I think—"

"No, son, you suppose to be holding that servant's hand, not trying to cuts his strings— ey, ey! Cut it!"

"We should—"

"No, Nilla, that's illegal—"

With a flicker of his wrist, Silent Salt threw his sword towards the jester. Shadow Milk simply tilted his head aside to avoid the blade, continued on puppettering a few of soulless cookies around Pure Vanilla inside the cage.

"Come on, Nilla," the Beast murmured, one of the soulless cookies leaning down with a jelly in its hand, "I know you're hungry. Eat the jelly!"

"Could you ever shut up?" Eternal Sugar growled, one hand lifted from grasping her cloud to scratch the side of her head.

Burning Spice barked, harshly pointed at the blue Beast, "Shut your mouth and stop your yapping about your successor! How can you even coddle him when he's so weak?!"

Faced the raging red Beast, Shadow Milk beamed (much to the rest of the Beast and the Heroes' dismay) and raised Pure Vanilla's cage like a young cookie dough showing off his brand new toy, "But he's soooo cute! You want me to hate him when he's all dolly like this!"

To further prove his point, the jester shoved the cage to the closest Beast, which unfortunately to be Burning Spice. Anger flared up, the Beast of Destruction punched away the cage, and it would have even been terrible for Pure Vanilla if his predecessor didn't pull away in time.

White Lily was having a stroke witnessing that.

"You know," Shadow Milk tucked Pure Vanilla's cage close to his chest. Chin rested on top of the cage while his body relaxed and leaned forward at his peers, "Maybe we should do some parents–bonding with your counterparts. That'll be fun."

'It would be horrid,' Pure Vanilla and White Lily shared the same thought.

Silent Salt shooks his head. For once, White Lily agreed with him.

Mystic Flour gave a disgusted look at the trickster, "You know I don't engage in useless activity."

"And sides! You just met him for a couple of hours! Don't just claim around he's your spawn!"

Pure Vanilla was glad that at least some of the Beasts had common sense. Although it directly came from the Beast of Destruction out of all cookies...

"You shouldn't judge a book by its cover, and you shouldn't judge a cookie by its frosting. Who knows, maybe you'd get quality time on the way," the blue Beast sang, body swayed left to right. Pure Vanilla had to grip on the iron bars to not get thrown around.

Burning Spice snapped, "But the book's cover intention is to describe the content in the graphic way! Isn't that its job?!"

Silent Salt and Mystic Flour shared a look. They stared at their fuming comrade for a second before averted their attentions back to White Lily's cage.

"And reading is boring!" Eternal Sugar whined, all arms and legs stretched upwards before it slumped down. Her fingers glided through her lyre to create a short-term melody. "Wouldn't listening to music much more exciting than simply laying down, doing nothing?"

Mystic Flour, who Pure Vanilla guessed a fan of reading book, shots the pink Beast a dissatisfied glance, "Boring, you say? But you seem to think otherwise when you were reading those...fanfics of yours!"

At that, the Beast of Sloth hastily pushed herself up from her cloud. She glared at the other female with reddened cheeks, fingers buried into her cloud as she growled, "You say you won't peek!"

The Beast of Apathy tilted her aside in a mocking manner, "Oh? Did I? I guess I had been slipping in recollecting with all those thousands books you have."

Eternal Sugar's countenance grew redder. She glared at Burning Spice and Shadow Milk, who were snickering. The two males instantly straightened their stand and pretended to do nothing. Silent Salt sighed, and at the same time, White Lily did the same as well.

Shadow Milk chuckled when Eternal Sugar stormed over to Mystic Flour with a literal storm from her cloud. He relaxed further on Pure Vanilla's cage, fingers drumming on the bars in rhythms manner.

"Man, you can never imagine how many she got those books. Honestly, where did she get those? But eh," he shrugged. "I don't indulge in those. I'm not into those reader-insert stories."

"...?" Pure Vanilla glanced at Shadow Milk behind his closed eyes, "...reader-insert stories?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

Silent Salt dropped his sword.

Straightened his stand, the trickster turned Pure Vanilla's cage around so the healer could properly face him. With a serious, intense expression, Shadow Milk asked the cookie.

"Do you know what reader-insert story is?"

"...no?"

Then there were those cracks again. The same cracking noise when you declared of elopement with the former king of the Vanilla Kingdom. Pure Vanilla turned around worriedly, fear that he might angered the Beast without meaning to. But instead of spite or ire, the blue Beast marched towards the chair he previously sat with Pure Vanilla in hand.

Wordlessly, Eternal Cookie flew next to them and plopped down a stack of book in various thickness. Shadow placed Pure Vanilla's cage on his laps, and with a snap, a reading glass rested on the jester's countenance.

"My son, here's what we'll be doing today," Shadow Milk stated. Unnaturally solemn and distress. "I might not indulge in these kinds of things, but I won't be having an outdated heir when I am this magnificent! A trickster must be acknowledged in all things!"

"...what?"

Picked one book up, Shadow Milk flipped it open and thus, the lesson began.

White Lily idly slammed her head on her cage. Witches, she hoped you and the rest would get them out as soon as possible.

#shadow milk cookie #pure vanilla cookie #white lily cookie #eternal sugar cookie #silent salt cookie #burning spice cookie #mystic flour cookie #cookie run kingdom

[tinycheesecakedetective]

The Night of Bitter Despair: A Fading Letters Story

Pt. 1

The Night of the Witches. An event that happens once every millennia, where witches from all across the world gather to exchange recipes and secrets with each other. Such an event had never been witnessed by any cookie before... And yet, here Pure Vanilla stood. Worn from days of travel and dwindling supplies, he looked up at the entrance to the witch's kitchen. The hard part was finally over. The answers he sought were beyond those doors. All that was left to do was walk inside. Pure Vanilla quickly gathered himself and quickly ran through the door, the heavy iron slamming behind him. The kitchen seemed dim, vague shadows littering the halls. That was, until, light flooded the room, illuminating everything in various hues and patterns.

"Oh my goodness... It's unlike anything I've ever seen before..." His eyes widened at the sight. Sugar work adorned the table as it looped endlessly into the sky, reflecting onto the table like a kaleidoscope. Palaces made with fondant and marzipan littered the table as a set of hands placed down a fountain spewing an endless amount of dark chocolate. A chortle echoed across the room as the witch's hand swept across the area, forcing the healer to hide behind one of the marzipan creations. As he peaked out from his hiding spot, more and more things were added and removed as the witch saw fit. He saw a whisk being snatched away as a tray of scones was meticulously planted to his right. Pieces of candy were spread like breadcrumbs on a forest trail. Piping bags were constantly in motion as the finishing touches were added. Just in time, too. The witch's endless decorating finally stopped as the doors burst out, slamming against her home.

"FILOMENAAA!!!"

A particularly shrill voice rang out, causing Pure Vanilla to cover his ears. Were the witches always this loud? The witch known as Filomena turned her head before giddily embracing her friends. "WINIFRED!!! BASTINDA!!! It's been a thousand long years! Glad to see y'all!" "HAH! A MILLENIA IS NOTHING IF IT MEANS SPENDING TIME WITH YOU. YOU ALWAYS THREW THE BEST PARTIES!" Bastinda huffed before haphazardly dropping her treats at the table, a flagrant grin appearing. "AND THIS TIME I CAME PREPARED! I'VE HAD PLENTY OF TIME TO COME UP WITH NEW RECIPES."

"...humph. ...even with all your effort, your sweets still look stale..." The third witch, Winifred, sulked behind before placing her items on the table, taking the time to wipe off any smudges. "...unlike you, I've been perfecting my handiwork."

Bastinda couldn't help but roll her eyes, mocking the mopey looking witch with a giant yawn. "look at me... I'm Winnie-Fred... and I make the same old desserts over and over-OH PLEASE, YOU COULDN'T PERFECT A SWISS ROLL FROM A TOOTSIE ROLL!"

"HEY. Settle down, will you?" Filomena huffed before pushing the two to their seats. "It's not a competition! Look at these! They look stunning!" The other two begrudgingly looked at each other before muttering a half baked truce. "There, was that so bad-" She was soon interrupted by a loud bell ringing from across the room. "Oh, what good timing! The main course is finished! Please, enjoy the appetizers while I go put the finishing touches!"

Pure Vanilla removed his hands from his ears, bemoaning the awkward state he was in. But he was grateful because now two witches were just sitting there, eating and talking. He could just ask them right then and there! He picked up his staff and moved from his hiding spot before-

"They're REAAADY!!!" Crumbs.

The other witch had returned, wearing a pair of oven mitts and placing down several plates of cookies. Huh. Pure Vanilla assumed she was going to grab... Well, anything else. She mentioned a main course, so why..? "PHEW! I baked a TON of cookies!" Filomena took one before shoving it in Bastinda's face. "Here, try one! You're gonna LOVE IT!" Before he even realized it, his confusion had turned to horror. Bastinda took the cookie and beheaded it in a single sickening crunch.

"W-what...? What... is this...?!" Pure Vanilla's face paled immensely. A trickle of sweat ran down his face as he froze with fear. His weak dough trembled, instinctively clutching his staff as Bastinda's face lit up with excitement. She clapped her hands with childlike glee before grabbing a fistful of cookies and shoving them into her mouth. The drool and crumbs splattered onto the table while she kept reaching out for more. "...save some for the rest of us, you glutton..." Winifred sneered before sneaking away a few of her own. "OH, YOU KNOW I CAN'T HELP IT! THEY'RE JUST SOO... DELICIOUS!!!" It was disgusting. It was cruelty. Pure Vanilla had to resist the urge to vomit as more crumbs fell from their hands. Soon, all three began to take part in this savagery. What was he doing-?! Why was he just standing there as innocent cookies were being mauled right in front of him? He had a soul gem! Pure Vanilla could save them!

Adrenaline began to run through his dough as he ran to one of the abandoned plates, casting a healing spell over those that were spared in the culling. "PLEASE-!! You must get up!! You have to help me save the others!!" But there was no response. As he took a closer look, Pure Vanilla saw those injured... smiling. They were being eaten, and they were smiling, as if they hadn't a care in the world. He didn't have time to take it in, as one of the hands came back to finish the job. He quickly ran to another plate where he tried again, trying to pull one of the cookies away, but to no avail. What was worse, these cookies were smiling as well. "Why..?" His hurt and confusion rose until it couldn't be contained any further. "Why are you SMILING AT ME?!"

SLAM.

Winifred's hand landed with a hideous thud. The plate shattered on contact, shrapnel dashing across the table as the remaining cookies broke against the wall. "...what's thiiiis? I don't remember making this cookie..!" Her head turned to Filomena, who squinted at the sight. "Well obviously, I must've made it earlier. You can have it as a treat!" Pure Vanilla began to hyperventilate. In a few seconds a target had been placed on his back. He need to leave. He didn't care how or when, he just had to. Immediately his body began to move on it's own, sprinting towards the only exit he was aware of.

"Aaah... this one's a runner."

Spoons began slamming down onto the wood. The knives that once sat idle for decoration were now soaring across the room. The constant thumping made him lose his balance constantly, but he couldn't afford to stop now. Fists came crashing down, shattering one of the plates. Run. A fork almost pierced his neck, tearing the tablecloth underneath him. Just keep running. His only instinct was to just keep going, for as long as it took. "You're so close", he kept telling himself. "You can't stop here or you will die!" So when he began flying, he was almost relieved. At least until he understood what had happened.

"...I got it."

It was so quick, and yet it felt like everything was moving in slow motion. Winifred's hand had finally caught up to him, striking him from behind and sending his tired body into a freefall. He felt his soul jam on his neck begin to loosen and slip. His staff had snapped from the force as he saw moments of his life flash before him.

"...Why..?" He finally managed to croak out. He hadn't realized his throat was so sore already. "Why would... you do this? Why would you deceive us...?"

All Pure Vanilla was met with was silence. Tears began to fall, and soon he was weeping bitterly. Deep in his dough, the answer he searched for was answered.

Cookies were made to be eaten.

Why would they ever entertain the questions of something so insignificant if they had always planned to eat him? Had his life mattered at all? He was born with a will and a soul, wasn't that enough to be acknowledged? He had friends and family. He had someone he loved so much he would walk to the ends of Earthbread for her. But to the witches... none of it mattered.

None of it mattered...

All they cared about was that they caught him.

"OOH, RIGHT INTO THE ULTIMATE DOUGH! I DIDN'T KNOW YOU HAD IT IN YOU, YA OLD BAT!" The all too familiar voice of Bastinda cackled as her bulging eyes stared at the cauldron in the back. "Oh, it's been a while since I used that old thing!" Filomena crooned, her gnarled hand tracing the rims of the giant bowl. "...y'know... I always wondered what might happen... if a cookie was baked into it again..." Winifred's eyes lowered, a malicious looking smirk plastered onto her face.

A thought came to them. A truly horrible thought. You could feel their collective gears begin to turn as they all stopped to look at the cauldron. They could, surely they could. What was stopping them? Bastinda's toothy grin curled up before her body trembled in excitement. "ENOUGH STALLING," she giddily gripped the table from sheer excitement, "LET'S DO IT, WINNIE!! LET'S SEE WHAT FORTUNA HAS IN STORE!!"

In unison, the three witches plunged their hands into the dough before lifting up the healer and dropping him onto a spare tray. The oven's heat had begun to spread across the room as Winifred took the honor of shoving him inside, sealing his fate once and for all. The only thing left to do was wait.

This was how Pure Vanilla Cookie was going to die; alone. His determination was greatly rewarded with indifference and malice. Weak to the wills of the creators he once revered, his body would burn to a sad, pathetic lump and be thrown out as the remnants of a failed experiment. His soul began to ache as the fire around him grew in size.

He could almost see what would happen next. Golden Cheese would be wondering where he went. She'd be the first to notice, of course, and she'd be the first to tell everyone. Hollyberry and Dark Cacao would form a search party, desperately looking in his favorite places, places that he would never visit again. He imagined them standing in front of his gravestone after it ended in failure. Hollyberry would bawl her eyes out and Dark Cacao would try and hold back his devastation in a failed attempt to remain steadfast for her. And White Lily... White Lily would never read another letter from him again. She would never know how much he loved her. He would never see her smile again. He would never hear her laugh. He'd never see the way she fiddled with her hair or the way the sun shone down on her eyes or how the world lit up when she was near.

It was a future where everything would stop in it's tracks. It was a future where everything he loved dear would come crumbling.

It was a future he could not accept.

#cookie run kingdom #crk au #pure vanilla cookie #fadinglettersau

[kaseyskat]

(#4 - a kiss where it hurts- requested by @cookies-over-yonder) 

For as long as they have been fighting incursions and battling off the acolytes of the Doodler, Nicky’s gained his fair share of cuts and bruises. As one of few healers in the group, he’s used to brushing off any minor scrapes– they weren’t worth his healing spells, not when Lark and Grant both were very adept at getting themselves into sticky situations that required more than one application of cure wounds. 

Because of that, he hardly notices when Sparrow pulls him aside after a mission, frowning at his face. “You’re bleeding.” 

“Oh.” Nicky brushes a hand against his cheek– it comes back red and sticky, blood staining his fingertips. “Huh.” 

Their mission is finished. Nobody was seriously injured, but Nicky is exhausted, his stamina depleted after a tough battle. He doesn’t know how Sparrow does it– he manages combative magic with healing magic with weapons with ease and then still has the energy to take care of them all back at HQ alongside his dad. 

Sparrow’s brows are all knitted together. He reaches his own hand up to gently caress Nicky’s cheek, and Nicky winces under the touch; the cut stings far more than he had expected, now that the adrenaline is wearing off. 

“I’m fine,” he promises, even as Sparrow pulls his hand away. “It’s just a little cut. Nothing I can’t handle.” To punctuate this, he gives a warm, reassuring smile that’s only half fake. 

Sparrow takes a glance behind them. They’re alone– Grant and Lark both prefer to be alone after meetings, and Terry is always analyzing their data and figuring out where they need to go next, so it’s just Nicky and Sparrow left alone here with nobody to disturb them or wonder what they might be doing. 

“You shouldn’t walk around with an open cut, it’ll get infected,” Sparrow says, and he smiles gently. “Let me?” 

“You really shouldn’t waste your spells,” Nicky protests half-heartedly, but Sparrow shoots him a look and he closes his mouth before he can finish the thought. “Okay. Yes ma’am.” 

Sparrow snorts, and he leans up on his tiptoes, one hand curling around Nicky’s chin to hold him steady while he presses a kiss to Nicky’s cheek where the cut is. His lips tingle, and then warmth spreads through Nicky’s cheek and down to his stomach. Sparrow’s magic feels like the first patches of sunlight after a stormy day, washing over him like a brook bubbling over a waterfall, and he can only sigh in relief as the cut stops stinging. 

As Sparrow pulls away, smugly satisfied, Nicky catches his hand and drags him back, kissing him in earnest. “Thanks,” he murmurs against Sparrow’s lips, letting the words be caught between them. 

“Mhm. Anytime, if this is the reward,” Sparrow whispers with an amused purr, and Nicky laughs, kissing him again. 

(send me a number and a ship and i'll write you a kiss)

#dndads #kasey writes stuff #lovesong #nicky freeman #sparrow oak garcia #this is set like. between seasons #nicholas foster #idk which one to use. nicky and his many many character tags

[vukovich]

Peculiar Prompt!

Character 1: Draco

Character 2: Harry

Relationship type: it’s like friends with benefits except instead of sex its blood-drinking (and maybe a little bit of sex) to lovers

Mythical creature: one of them is a vampire

Flavor: hot cheetos

Thing you see while driving: ducks

Fetish: tiny cock ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Weather: blizzard

(i humbly request a not-sad ending, very excited to see what you do with all this!)

Fit to Bust

The hematologist was named Dr Sanguine, which felt fake. His exam table felt plenty real, though.

"Polycythemia," he said.

"Huh?" Harry replied. "Oh. Uhm, monogamy- I mean, monogamous, I guess. If the opportunity arose."

Dr Sanguine shook his head. "It's polycythemia. Not lupus. Dr Histoid owes me a round of golf."

Harry glanced down at the sheaf of handouts. "Huh," he said again. "So now what?"

Dr Sanguine shrugged. "Oddly, this is the only condition in existence that leeches were good for. Call the West End blood donation centre and make an appointment. Once every month or so ought to do it."

"Huh."

--

"I'm sorry," the woman said primly. Her lipliner looked like a smooch-shaped cookie cutter. "But you were declined."

"Huh?" Harry reached for the single sheet of paper on the clipboard in her hands. How could ten questions disqualify him already.

A trim, dark-haired man skidded out into the hall on an exam stool. Cubic zirconia stud earrings glinted on both sides of his head, his perfect hair made Harry self-conscious, and his scrubs were entirely too tight in very nice ways.

"They don't want your sort around here, darling!" the man yelled, then winked. Harry very much wanted to rub his dick on the man's chest.

"Oh," Harry said. "Huh."

--

The St Mungo's Department of Blood Maladies and Sudden Losses was eerily quiet. There were no windows. No ceiling fixtures, only lights in wall sconces. If the halls had been carpeted, it would have felt more like a library or mansion than a hospital wing.

An elderly witch in vintage cat eye glasses silently waved him over to the counter. "Mister Potter," she whispered putting down her book. "We've been expecting you."

"Oh, uh, okay," Harry muttered. It was a far sight better than the Muggle blood donation route, at least. "The Healer I saw said the donors get to choose the vampire... not the other way around... right?"

Visions of being fed on by redheaded women had plagued his nightmares of late.

"Yes," the woman said, nodding. "The rooms have one-way glass, so you can peek in from the hall before you decide to go in."

"Okay, thanks, I-"

A man came out of one of the furthest rooms, delicately pressing a wad of gauze to his neck. Harry gave him a quick head-to-toe assessment. Tall, dark hair, good face, nice chest, trim wai- BULGE, WET SPOT, muscular legs.

The man cleared his throat as he passed the desk. The woman nodded to him. "Four weeks, Mister Ravenswood?"

He licked his lips and caught Harry staring at his crotch. "Yeah, four weeks'll do."

The woman nudged her glasses up higher and addressed Harry. "Go on, then. Take your time. Some of them are more popular than others."

Harry nodded and set off down the hall. There were four doors on each side, and above him, two gold placards. One said "Ladies" and the other "Gents". Harry moved to the "Gents" side of the hall, assuming it was addressing him, then realized that they'd sorted the vampires inside the rooms, not the blood donors.

Across the hall, a woman with curly red hair looked up from her book and waved through the glass, showing a good half-inch of fang. Harry squeaked and huddled against the wall.

The vampire inside the first door looked like Filch, but cleaner, which should have been an improvement, but just felt suspicious. The vampire in the second room looked like a youth Quidditch coach, but not in a sexy DILF sort of way. More of a pins-his-hopes-and-dreams-on-kids kind of way. Both sat in mauve vinyl hospital recliners looking as though they, themselves, were the patients.

The third vampire was missing. His room didn't have a chair, just a bright Persian rug and a heap of satin and velvet throw pillows.

Harry was ready to give up and research phlebotomy spells when he peeked inside the last room. The last vampire looked like David Duchovny.

Harry pushed the swinging door open, and the vampire leapt to his feet. He bared his teeth like a snake.

The back of Harry's head hit the wall first, then his shoulders, then his arse, then his hands. He let out a startle cough, and the vampire slammed a hand around his throat.

Harry groped in his pocket for his wand, found it, and whispered, "Lumos-"

The vampire leaned forward, his nose brushing along Harry's jaw.

"Lumos sol!"

Golden sunlight streamed out of Harry's pocket. The vampire hissed, grabbed him by the neck, and shoved him though the swinging door.

Harry kept his wand pointed at the door for several long moments, watching as the vampire went from snarling at the glass to pacing, to sitting back down in his chair.

Harry rubbed his neck. Leave it to St Mungo's to get donors killed.

The third room was still empty. Unless there was a vampire hiding inside that pile of pillows.

Harry looked at the not-DILF Quidditch coach. The man looked like a skinny Jack Black, which should have been a compliment, but wasn't. He pushed the door open slowly.

The vampire glanced up once, curtly, then announced, "No blokes."

Harry threw a hand up dismissively and turned around and went back out into the hall.

The redheaded vampire across the hall waved to him again. She was using a fang to tie off yarn on a knitting project. Absolutely not.

Nobody had told him that the whole blood drinking thing actually was sexual, but he'd assumed it couldn't not be sexual. And the fact that the one vampire had a no-penis policy seemed to prove it.

And the human who'd left as he was coming in had obviously had a good time, presumably with the vampire from room three, who'd already fed and left.

How could it not be sexual to have someone stronger than you, faster than you, hold you down, pierce into your body, and drink you down. Every single bit of that was sexual.

But if he had to choose between that kind of intimacy with a blood-sucking, Argus Filch-looking son of a bitch and experimenting with blood letting spells, the spells sounded like the better bet.

He waved back to the knitting vampire and headed to the desk on his way to the lifts.

The woman at the desk didn't look up from her book, but cleared her throat loudly. "No luck?" she said in a creaky old voice.

"Uhm," Harry said, "No, I suppose not."

She nodded ambivalently.

Harry started to leave, but stopped. Maybe that missing vampire was worth asking about. Blood letting spells were notoriously hard to control, and the leading cause of false death reports.

"The, uhm," he started. "The vampire in the third room. What's his, uhm..."

Harry left his question in the air.

She arched an eyebrow and marked her page with a finger. "Well, he certainly never goes hungry. Quite popular." She gave Harry a tiny smirk. "I think you'd get along fine. He comes every few days."

"Huh," Harry said. "Alright. I'll try again on Thursday."

She opened her book and shooed him away with "Wear something nice."

--

Harry showered, put on nice trousers, a clean shirt, and arrived five minutes before donation hours started, only to find out...

It was Malfoy. Harry's entire body slumped, standing in the hallway, and he considered kicking the door like a petulant teenager.

Of course it was Malfoy. Who else would drag a Persian carpet and a cubic yard of throw pillows into a hospital room just to eat a meal twice a week?

Malfoy.

Malfoy would require the trappings of luxury for a fucking snack.

Harry lingered in the hall and watched Malfoy, sprawled in his pillow nest like a Victorian courtesan. He appeared to be asleep, but as far as Harry knew, vampires didn't sleep.

There was a good chance Malfoy would just tell him to fuck off. There was also a good chance he wouldn't, and Harry would have to reconcile having a pseudo-sexual encounter with Malfoy, of all people. Quite possibly an actual sexual encounter, which could be brilliant, because Malfoy was hot. Or it could be a disaster, because the world at large had yet to notice that Harry Potter, media darling, had a dick the size of his thumb. If anyone was willing to sell that story to the tabloids, it would be Malfoy.

Harry rested the tips of his fingers on the door, but didn't push it open. Maybe he could pull this off without getting his dick involved. If he could summon enough loathing for Malfoy, maybe it could just be a blood letting, and nothing else.

He sighed and pushed the door open.

One of Malfoy's eyes slid open, then the other, like an annoyed snake. He licked his fangs, and Harry waited for a snide remark.

Instead, Malfoy's nostrils flared. His voice was lazy and thick. "Polycythemia?" he asked, as if questioning the daily special at a restaurant.

"Uhm," Harry muttered, "yeah. How'd you know?"

Malfoy shrugged, one-shouldered. "Smells like it." He yawned and sank into the pillows.

The points of his fangs caught the light from a small lamp in the corner, and Harry's arms ran with goosebumps. He blew out a breath and willed himself to calm the fuck down. It was just Malfoy. Stupid, pointy, pasty (extra pasty now) Malfoy.

Malfoy made no effort to move, so Harry stood nervously at the edge of the rug. "So, uhm, how'd you end up a vampire? Last I heard, you were a Cursebreaker."

Malfoy shrugged again. "Still am. I didn't use a containment ward on an artifact I should have. Ended up bleeding to death here in hospital, but Mum knew someone who knew someone who knew someone undead, so... Night shift Cursebreaker now."

"Huh." Harry wondered if he needed to take his shoes off to step on the rug, but Malfoy had his shoes on. But his shoes were cleaner than Harry's. "So... how's being a vampire?"

Malfoy's smile was slow and left his eyes cold. "No complaints."

Harry stepped on the rug. "You don't mind hunting people for food, do you?"

Malfoy's grin showed his fangs. "You think I have to hunt?"

Harry tried to ignore the thrill that raced up his spine. "Don't you?"

The toes of Harry's shoes met the edge of the mound of pillows, but Malfoy made no move to rise.

"Mm, no. Not once." Malfoy ran his tongue over a canine. "My prey comes to me, doesn't it?" He patted the royal blue velvet pillow next to his hip.

Harry licked his lips and sank to one knee. The rug gave way slowly under his kneecap. It was one thing to have a vampire pin him against a wall, or tackle him to the ground. That was a trial to endure, and that's what most of his life had been. But never had he crawled eagerly into a predator's lair. And definitely not with his dick rubbing against the back of his zipper like this.

Malfoy lifted an arm and let Harry settle in along his side. They sank down together, and Harry wiggled closer. There was no magic to it beyond a warm, welcome body and a soft bed.

"You're warm," Harry said.

Malfoy shrugged. "Only hungry vamps are cold."

Harry laid his head on Malfoy's arm and rolled onto his side. He bent his knees up a bit to hide the little tent in his trousers. The entire length of his neck was exposed. Any second, Malfoy would strike. He'd move like a bolt of lightning. He'd pin Harry down and sink his teeth into Harry's neck.

A tiny squeak snuck out of Harry, followed by an embarrassed flush across his cheeks.

Malfoy glanced at him sidelong, not even turning his head toward Harry. He swallowed, and Harry did, too.

Harry's cock was far too hard, and he was sure Malfoy could smell it. If he could smell a blood disorder, he could surely smell Harry's arousal. Any second, he'd strike.

Malfoy sighed. "I'm not just going to bite you and suck the blood out, Potter."

"Huh?"

"I was raised to appreciate a meal." Malfoy turned his head, nose to nose with Harry, and his voice dropped to a whisper. "Anticipation and all."

"Uhm, okay. What... I mean... How..."

Malfoy licked his teeth, and Harry felt the heat of his mouth ghost over his lips. "I want you ready to burst when I finally bite you."

Harry gulped.

Malfoy rolled onto his side and wrapped his arms loosely around Harry. His lips grazed Harry's chin. "I want to barely nick you and have you flood my mouth."

Harry's entire body ran hot, and his cock throbbed against his trousers.

Malfoy's lips kissed a slow, soft line along Harry's jaw. "I want your heart in your throat when I put my teeth in it."

Malfoy slipped his thigh between Harry's, and Harry's cock rubbed against Malfoy's hip.

"Oh, God," Harry blurted.

He lifted his chin and gave Malfoy his neck. Malfoy's breath shuddered out as he lowered his mouth to Harry's neck. His hand left Harry's hip to slide between them, cupping Harry through his trousers. Malfoy moaned again when he found Harry's cock.

"Oh, fuck," Harry whispered. "Fuck-fuck-fuck."

Malfoy's tongue was hot and wet against Harry's neck, and he wasn't certain who was making more noise. He thrust into Malfoy's hand, tension building at the base of his cock with every thrust.

"Fuck," Harry gasped, "bite me."

His balls tightened, and he tried to stave of the weight of his impending orgasm, but it was too much, too good.

Malfoy sighed against Harry's ear, and Harry moaned and humped into Malfoy's hand.

And Malfoy finally struck, slow and seamless. Harry didn't know he'd done it until his vision wavered, and he felt Malfoy's jaw working against his throat. His body faltered as Malfoy stroked him through his trousers. His muscles went lax. Black spots danced in front of him. And he was still so fucking close to coming, held in suspended animation as his blood pressure dropped, his brain starving for oxygen.

His vision went black. His ears rang. He let out a strangled, helpless peep of a moan as he sank into the nothingness.

Malfoy took a deep breath, and, like a gunshot, the room rushed back into focus. Light, then sound, then arousal flooded Harry, and the suspended tension in his hips broke like a tidal wave. Malfoy stroked him one last time, Harry's body went rigid, and he came in his trousers like a fucking teenager.

Malfoy licked Harry's neck as he came, and Harry clutched his head. Malfoy let out a low, satisfied chuckle, then gave Harry's neck a final kiss. He rose, licking his lips clean. In the dim lighting, it looked like barbecue sauce.

"Shit," Harry whispered. He stared up at Draco, wide-eyed and thoroughly dazed. "That was good."

"Mm hm," Draco hummed. "What did you have for dinner?" He licked his lips and hummed appreciatively again. "Curry? No, no real spices, just the capsaicin."

"Uhm." Harry's boxers were absolutely plastered to his groin. "Flamin' Hot Cheetos."

Draco sucked his spit through his teeth. A pink flush was rising in his cheeks. "Hot Cheetos," he said absently.

Despite the sticky situation in his pants, fatigue washed over Harry. He yawned and snuggled down into the pillows. He half-expected Draco to nudge him to leave, but he tucked a pillow under his own head and curled his arms around Harry.

Harry tucked his head under Draco's chin. "So you're here twice a week?"

"Mm hm."

"What do you do the other nights?"

Draco nuzzled his chin in Harry's hair. "Wouldn't you like to know."

Harry yawned and butted his forehead against Draco's chest. "Maybe I would like to know."

Draco huffed in surprise. "Huh."

#peculiar prompts #drarry #vampires #cw: blood #cw: choking? breath play? blood choke but not?

[dat-town]

falling for you

never seen circus masterpost

Characters: trapeze artist!Serim & female reader

Setting & genre: magical realism au, circus au

Summary: You place your life into Serim’s hands day after day, yet you can’t help but fear that one day he will let you go.

Warnings: general creepiness of an eerie circus, ambiguous ending, emotional manipulation (not between the main characters), mentions of vomiting, unrequited love

Words: 1.4k

@restlessmaknae i can't believe you guessed him

Sometimes it felt like you could fly.

Weightless. Free. Extraordinary.

Even if just for a few seconds.

And then gravity took a hold of you again, pulling you down with its magnetic field and you were falling, falling, falling… until Serim caught you.

The boy with the sweetest of smiles, twinkling chocolate eyes and wide shoulders you could always lean on. He was the best partner you could ever wish for: trustworthy, reliable, considerate and strong enough to hold up both your weights on a single trapeze when it was needed.

No wonder he caught someone else’s eyes too.

It was subtle at first, this one girl always lingering around after the Friday performances, hoping to catch the sight of Serim and tell him how much she admired him. You didn’t think anything ill of it in the beginning, it was innocent and cute and truthfully, your partner deserved every compliment he could get because he really was an amazing trapeze artist. Not to mention, it’s not like you had the right to be jealous. Despite the deep bond of trust you shared, Serim and you were just co-workers, nothing more, nothing less. Your foolish feelings for him were completely one-sided.

So you stayed quiet, only watching from the sidelines with this itchy, uncomfortable feeling bubbling under your skin as this girl approached the boy. At first you thought that he was just being polite, that he didn’t want to hurt this girl’s feelings by rejecting her but then you started wondering whether he really liked her and once you started, you couldn’t stop.

“Want some?” Serim sat down next to you with a relieved sigh, offering you a box of what looked like homemade chocolate cookies. It was the pink sprinkle on top that made you wary.

“What’s this?” You frowned at him, eyeing the dessert suspiciously but the boy seemed unaware of your feelings as he had been already happily munching on a piece of cookie.

“A gift from a fan,” he shrugged and nudged your arm with the box playfully. It wasn’t the movement but his words that made you alarmed.

“You shouldn’t just accept everything you are given, it could be dangerous,” you scolded the boy, trying to cover your jealousy with worry but the boy just ruffled your hair with a happy-go-around smile.

“Come on, relax. Clarisse is the circus healer’s daughter, what harm could possibly come my way?” He reassured you but your body stiffened under his familiar touch despite how used you were to his closeness after the years of routines.

Clarisse now, huh? What’s next, girlfriend?

You rolled your eyes when the boy didn’t take his intense gaze off you and eventually took a cookie from the box he so happily devoured just to shut him up. Tentatively, you took a bite, grimacing at the too sweet taste but even that was worth it to see Serim’s smile and you went along with it, listening to him tell you about this new routine he was thinking of for your next big performance. With your bare shoulders touching, talking about something you both were enthusiastic about almost made you forget about Clarisse.

Just almost because later that night you woke up with nausea and rushing to the bathroom, you coughed up the remains of her homemade cookies. You heaved heavily as you held your weight over the toilet, the pink sprinkles more vivid than ever against the white ceramic. You flushed it all down and washed your mouth, the feeling of uneasiness slowly settling down.

You didn’t sleep well after that and the next day you wanted to hurry and ask Serim before your practice whether he was okay or he got sick too but he couldn’t have looked healthier or giddier when you saw him by the tent. There was a wide smile on his lips and his eyes were shining like whenever you told him something he found fascinating such as random fun facts about gravity, but this time neither his eyes nor his smile were directed at you. He was staring at Clarisse, hanging on each of her words like a puppy waiting for pats. You felt like an outsider watching their interaction and no matter how much you tried to gulp down the bitter taste of jealousy, it was right in your face. You might have been petty but you also didn’t want to put your job on the line, so you raised your chin up and walked over to the duo with your arms crossed in front of your chest.

“Can we start?” You turned to Serim, rudely not acknowledging the other girl. You just didn’t think you could have looked at her without looking mean.

“Oh, Y/N! Right, we should,” the boy muttered with a confused giggle before turning back to Clarisse, still holding her hand. “Sorry, love, I’ve got to go. Meet me after practice?”

You almost choked on air. Love? When did that happen? He didn’t seem in love just the day before.

Clarisse pressed a chaste kiss to the boy’s cheek that flushed a pretty pink colour afterwards and you felt ashamed when you were caught staring.

“Is everything okay?” Serim asked, worried, probably because of your flabbergasted look and you could feel the burning gaze of the girl on you too.

“Yes, of course,” you lied through your teeth.

Nothing was okay.

Your suspicions were confirmed when you visited the circus healer. You said nothing about the food you ate being from his daughter nor Serim’s out of character behaviour. You solely told him about the nausea, the weird sparkly thing and how only you seemed to be negatively affected from the food, not others who ate it.

“That sounds like the typical side effect of consuming a potion that wasn’t meant for you,” the man said and prepared some herb tea for your stomach.

“What kind of potion?”

“Oh, it can be a lot of things, truth serum, memory booster, such things,” the man explained absentmindedly but you only started paying more attention when he continued: “As well as love potion, although those are strictly forbidden because some consequences cannot be undone and often lead to obsession instead of love.”

You hoped you sounded more put together than what you felt when you asked how difficult it was to make a love potion. The man smiled at you kindly and reassured you that some ingredients were so rare that in the entire circus it was only his collection that had it. Little did he know that it was exactly what you were afraid of: being his daughter, Clarisse must have had access to everything needed for a love potion.

Cannot be undone. The words echoed in your ears, frightening. Still, there must have been something you could do, right? There was an infamous curse-breaker in the circus but you weren’t sure they would be able to help. Was love a curse after all?

Even if you couldn’t change Serim’s love, because you just had your biggest fight ever when you dared to tell him that he acted like he was under a love potion’s spell, you should have tried to root out yours. Maybe then it would have hurt less to watch him being all lovey-dovey with Clarisse and drift further and further away from you. Whenever you tried to talk to him about ‘the love of his life’, he shot down anything negative you could have said and soon, you barely saw him, only when the two of you had practice for your performances and even then Serim was more and more distracted while you were getting frustrated with his behaviour.

The curse-breaker told you that every curse could be broken by the power of true love, but Serim becoming a puppet in Clarisse’s hands so easily only proved that he didn’t feel the same way as you did. You had known already but the confirmation still hurt.

Maybe that’s why this time, it didn't feel like flying. Your imaginary wings were too heavy, too rattered, too soaked with tears. Twenty-five feet from the ground had never felt so high. Right in the middle of a performance, watched by dozens of visitors, you had never felt more invisible when Serim didn’t look your way when he should have.

“Serim…” You called his name weakly and his eyes met yours, glossed over by fear, but it was already too late: your hand slipped out of his.

And then you just fell, fell and fell.

With nobody to catch you this time.

#series: never seen circus #cravity x reader #serim x reader #cravity angst #serim angst #stories

[dualityvn]

Hey pretty boy <3 I know many people have already asked but I wanna make extra sure you’re okay after all that, but don’t worry, I won’t let either of you die anytime soon.

Gosh, I nerded out with Keith so it’s only fair I do it with you too, but you can’t make fun of me for this!!!

(My username is the biggest lie)

I’ve already mentioned how much I love fantasy, but I haven’t gotten into the details of it, it’s probably one of the reasons I wasn’t scared of you when we first met, I absolutely adore monsters and the likes.

I specifically really love Nagas and anything snakelike, along with anything dragon like! Oh and things like eldritch horrors or any obscure cryptid!! But my all time favorite monster would have to be you <3

Oh! And I do really think we should play FFXIV together, I’ve mentioned it before (as a joke 💀)

It does have a class you can play where you can use guns, but you could also play a class that uses knives, bows, or axes if you’d like! I play a white mage (Healer) so no matter what you choose I’d have your back. I wonder how long it would take you to catch up to my level though, I’m pretty far along.

Oh!! And how do you feel about Oreos? Because my aunt makes this one Oreo desert that I’ve been meaning to recreate, the top layer is a mixture of whipped cream, the frosting from the Oreos and a few of the crushed oreo cookies, followed by a very thin layer of more of the crushed cookie, then a layer of chocolate pudding, and one last layer of the cookies.

I usually don’t like such overly sweet treats but it’s actually pretty good!!

I’m usually not all that good at making sweets aside from some breakfast foods, but this doesn’t require actual baking so I’m sure I won’t fuck it up too bad, and maybe you could lend a hand in making it <3

Maybe we could star gaze together too? I used to really love the stars and astronomy and such, but I never really seem to pay attention to them anymore. I used to really like making my own constellations and giving them their own stories.

I wanna hear you ramble so bad, I love it when you talk, but it’s okay if you don’t wanna <3

Do you have any games you’ve tried that you really don’t like?

Also would you maybe… maybe wanna try playing DND?

I love you dumbass!

"Damn, it's gonna take a while for me to get used to being called "pretty boy". I'm okay, sort of. Just glad to still be here. And kinda pissed, but I'm trying to keep it together.

Reptiles are your favorite, huh? Well, I do have a- Wait, I'm your all time favorite? Heh, thanks...

V-video games, right. I'll take a gun or bow, since I kinda like aiming at stuff. Also oreos are good. That sounds delicious, you have to make that for me now. I'll help if I can, but I feel like I'd accidentally ruin something.

Ah, stars... We can do that. But maybe not anytime soon. I'd rather calm down more first.

I've heard of D&D before. I could give it a try, though I don't know how good I am at stuff like that.

You're a dork. I love you too." - Tenebris

#duality game #yandere #dating sim #visual novel #duality tenebris

[menyria]

100 Questions to get to know me - I was bored ok

1. Are you a morning or night person? Morning. 2. Are you afraid of the dark? Nah, depends on the situation. 3. Are you an extrovert or introvert? Mostly extrovert. 4. Are you double jointed? Nope. 5. Are you left or right handed? Right! 6. Are you more of a tidy person or a messy one? A little of both! More messy I believe! 7. Are you on time or always late? I was always late to school, but now I’m tend to be in time mostly! 8. Are you ticklish? On some part of my body :l 9. Can you curl your tongue? Yaaaaas 10. Can you ice skate? A little, was better when I was younger! 11. Can you wiggle your ears? Yeah ;D 12. Coffee or tea? Both! 13. Cookies, cake or donuts? Cookies!!! 14. Did you ever participate in a talent show? I believe so, like once? 15. Did you go to prom? Yes, it was kinda boring though. 16. Did you like school? I loved High school due to my amazing class! 17. Do you believe in ghosts? Sometimes. 18. Do you bite your nails? Nope. 19. Do you consider yourself a good cook? Yeah sure haha 20. Do you enjoy dancing? Love dancing ;u; 21. Do you enjoy DIY or crafts? Yeah, but I do not craft things that often! 22. Do you forgive easily? Hum, depends on the situation. 23. Do you have a nickname? Aye! Moon moon, moon, Tea and Menyria! 24. Do you have any allergies? A little towards wasps! 25. Do you have any phobias? Hights :O 26. Do you have any piercings or tattoos? Earings and a yin and yang tattoo! 27. Do you have children? Nope! 28. Do you have pets? Two cats named Link and Zelda! 29. Do you have siblings? Little and bigger brother! 30. Do you prefer dogs or cats? Both are nice! 31. Do you prefer Mac or PC? PC! 32. Do you prefer the beach or the mountains? Mountains. 33. Do you prefer to bath or shower? Bath!!! 34. Do you sing in the shower? Yes ofc! 35. Do you smoke? Nope! 36. Do you speak any different languages? Eh, only Swedish and English. 37. Do you still have your wisdom teeth? I have 3 left. 38. Do you still watch cartoons? Ofc I do :o 39. Do you/have you played any sports? Yeh, Kung Fu, circus and dance. 40. Does your name have a special meaning? Altea means “The healer” 41. Have you ever been hospitalized? Nope! 42. Have you ever been on a diet? Not specificly, but I have been eating less sugar at some points. 43. Have you ever been to a concert? Yeah my first one was this year 3023 lmao! 51. If money were no object what would you get for your next birthday? Trip to Hobbiton :o 52. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be? Still in Sweden I think XD 53. Were you ever a scout or a brownie? Noo 54. What city were you born in? V��sterås! 55. What did you last eat? A left over hamburger 56. What did you want to be when you were younger? A vet 57. What do you do on a typical Friday night? Meet friends, watch some show, game, write, play dnd I guess. 58. What is one food that you refuse to eat? Olives. 59. What is one item on your bucket list? Be a naked modell at some point huh 60. What is one item you can’t live without? Phone 61. What is your shoe size? 39 EU 62. What movie have you watched repeatedly? How to train your dragon 1 63. What phone do you have (Apple or Android)? Android 64. What should you be doing right now? Maybe the dishes... 65. What’s one goal you would like to accomplish this year? Get into the school I wana go to! 66. What’s one of your pet peeves? WHen Something I’m looking forward to gets cancelled the last second. 67. What’s the last song you’ve listened to? K/DA - popstars 68. What’s the most expensive item of clothing that you own? My ish-renessance dress. 69. What’s the thing you can’t leave the house without? Phone. 70. What’s your best physical feature? Eyes and butt UwU 71. What’s your Chinese sign? RAT!!! IIIAHH 72. What’s your current obsession? My crush idgghhhjjjjkk I need to stop, cringeeeeeeeeee 73. What’s your dream car? Like a pickup with a lot of space and four wheel driven.  74. What’s your favourite animal? WOOOOOLF YAO 75. What’s your favourite book? Eragon or Acotar 76. What’s your favourite colour? Purple 77. What’s your favourite dessert? Vanilla hearts 78. What’s your favourite drink? Chai latte 79. What’s your favourite food? Something with cheese 80. What’s your favourite foreign food? Idk bro 81. What’s your favourite gadget? My penguin D20 dice 82. What’s your favourite hobby? Drawing 83. What’s your favourite movie? Narnia 84. What’s your favourite restaurant? Idk brooo 85. What’s your favourite sandwich? Something with cheese 86. What’s your favourite season? FALL!!!!! 87. What’s your favourite series? Avatar the last airbender. 88. What’s your favourite snack? Chocolate 89. What’s your favourite sport to watch? I do not have one lmao 90. What’s your favourite thing to have for breakfast? Pancakes ;3

#100 questions

[julietas-basil]

For the ask game, Agustín or Julieta going out of the other's house but Julieta got tired of waiting for him to make a move so she just kissed him and asked for a date with him

Hey lovely anon!

This had been on my drafts since August sadly,mental health left me unresponsive to my beautiful anons so I'm bringing it back

Hope you enjoy this 💞 ^_^

Note:I don't know spanish,I'm currently learning so any comment would be appreciative!

"Estás bien, es un trato": all right,it's a deal

"¿A dónde crees que vas,linda?": where do you think your going sweetie?

It wasn't easy for them to be in secret...

But it was a relief. Alma was always so skeptical about her children's future,especially her girls. It was better to marry them of to someone she knew,even if they hated it. Alma thought it'd be much safer

But Julieta's mind screamed for Agustin. He was a friend

Sure...though

Her feelings only grew and she couldn't bear just seeing him in secret and holding hands and being in each other's embrace in the darkness of his or her room.

Every night till yesterday her mind was playing games,creating different scenarios on how this torture will stop once and for all.

Scenarios that had both lost in the most passionate kiss,hands entangled across their bodies. Scenarios on how to make her Mother Understand that this clumsy,cute idiot boy is the one who unlocked this unique place to her heart...

On the other side there was this doubtful thought that maybe Agustin wasn't the one and what if...what if he never felt anything and all those shared caresses,longing glances and smiles were wrong.

She could risk it. Just run to him and make him stare into her eyes and spill the long hidden truth.

Their secret gatherings was a pleasant gift to her exhausting routine. After all who enjoys waking up early to make buckets of empanadas and buñuelos and arepas, by waking up at 5.30 or 6 in the morning with eyes half open? Not to mention the excessive amount of meals she has to make for her family...

Seeing Agustín at least once or 4 times a day was her happiness and definately one of the sweetest breaks during her work.

He didn't stay much longer since Alma insisted Julieta was fully dedicated to her miracle instead of being irresponsible...

Julieta was the most mature of her children and she needed her to be the best for her gift and for the community.

After Alma saw Julieta smelling a white rose with tinted cheeks and Agustin grinning blushing. A lecture was waiting Julieta at home...

And so there was no other solution than to explore their relationship in secret.

......

After much thinking,Julieta looked at the clock. It read 10.00 at night,that was her cue . She fixed the kitchen,prepared the dough for the next day and told her Madre y su hermano Goodnight.

At 11.00 she must be at their meeting point behind the church. It was the day she would kiss him today and Noone was getting that from her.

She picked her favorite blouse and her blue long skirt. Fixed her long waves with a brush of her hands instead of the bun she usually wears. Before leaving she rubbed her favorite vanilla perfume on her neck (she knew Agustín loved it by dipping his nose in her neck appreciatively)

The young cook smiled at herself in the mirror and wrapped the shawl around her arms.

The healer closed the door slowly,wincing at the crickling sound it left behind-

"¿A dónde crees que vas,linda?"

Julieta jumped at her place,turning around to see Pépa and Bruno with folded hands.

"What are you two doing aw-"

"Ah,Ah we asked first" bruno interrogated as if he was mamá

"Agustin-"

"The tall idiot huh? Must be High standards."

The two younger triplets broke into wheezing as Julieta passed between them.

"Will you cover me por favor?" Sighed in frustration

"You get the handome boy,we get the cookies-"

Julieta glared at them but decided to go with it. She nodded

"Señora perfecta-" Pepa stepped closer to Julieta "Be careful Hermanita." The older teen nodded silently and Pepa kissed her forehead.

The youthful brunette patted Casita as a thanks and ran towards her goal.

...

He was there rubbing his neck nervously,his foot tapping on the tiled floor

"Agustin-"

'She's here,be cool' he straightened his vest and checked his breath under his palm. With a grin he stepped closer only to trip in his feet

"Por Dios Agustin! ¿Estás bien?" Julieta managed to hold him before he could fall head first on the floor,fixing his glasses and left a kiss on his cheeks

"Now I feel better. Thanks" he smiled back at her

No answer yet. The brunette remained frozen in her place,lips caught between teeth. And-

Still she standing there,staring at him all flustered,calcuting her moves. Her eyes could travel to any possible direction. Her mind bursting.

She felt like time was going out,her heart was beating louder than ever. But she couldn't wait anymore,acknowledged that.

Agustin stared towards his crush gently squeezing her arms.

"Julieta are y-"

She grabbed his face forcefully,sealing their lips into a heated kiss.

Agustín's eyes fluttered closed relaxing into the kiss as did Julieta.

"Te amo Agustin-" she parted from their love making to stare into each other's eyes

He smirked lovingly at her

"You don't know how much I've been waiting for this..." He hugged her once again,nuzzling his nose into her neck,taking in her wonderful scent.

"I want to date you." Julieta giggled trapping her lips under her teeth. Agustin created some space between them,taking her hand to swift her around.

"Está bien, es un trato-" He kissed her deeply one more time,savoring the sweetness of her taste...

"But first I have to show you something." The accident-prone man silently whispered

And just like that the newly made couple ran off into the night with shy giggles and stealthy kisses...

#its was since august but #got to it #finally #its time i stopped hiatus #lol #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #anon ask #the madrigals

[duskgloomaskblog]

Captain Caviar Cookie, you know about GingerBrave...maybe you should meet his friends. Chili Pepper is the only a adult but she is a thief, Strawberry is shy yet a great defender, Wizard is great with magic, and Custard Cookie III is the best healer they have and he is cute child.

“A thief huh? Kid sounds crazy being around a thief like that, but, suppose I can’t blame him if she’s the only adult he has… Despite the bad influence. It’s good to have a stalwart defender, and knowledge of magic is vital according to the history of Kingdoms, but, Custard Cookie III? That Starchy Snake has a family outside of the Republic? I don’t often pray to the light, but I do pray to the light that the kid doesn’t turn out like Elder Custard Cookie.”

#AsktheSaltySharks #captain caviar cookie #cookie run

[bakersstreetirregulars]

The Guild Master’s Guide to Surviving the Citadel of the Frozen Cliff: Part 2

🔮 Huh! You’ve returned. Or maybe you skipped ahead to this part. I can tell at least one person skipped part 1 in this chapter. Maybe with time, I’ll tell you my name. Moving on. Strawberry Crepe Cookie has just leveled up to level 61 on the Editor’s team to bring this team’s power to 688,659. They’ll need the extra HP with all of these front-based attackers.

⚙️ Did you wanna know how much HP I have at level 61 and 5 stars??? That’s 150,344 HP with no bonuses to HP from the Solid Almonds I’m equipping. No matter how many times they try to get past me, absolutely nothing will bring me down! NOTHING!

🔮 Somebody should tell them about the necessary support that comes with them having 150k HP and withstanding these attacks alone in the front…

⚙️ I HEARD THAT!

Stage 14-2

Jinxed Sword: Just like the Jinxed Blade, the Cursed Sword also has a boss variant which we will call the Jinxed Sword. This forgotten commander’s sword has stronger stats than the basic Cursed Sword and the same corrupting slash, but also possesses a special attack that targets multiple Cookies and lowers their ATK. This great sword is also immune to the standard stun effect in addition to the overall freeze immunity shared by every enemy originating in the Dark Cacao Kingdom, but don’t underestimate the capabilities of your Cookies that have a stun ability.

Wave 1: 3 Cursed Swords

Wave 1 Reinforcements: 3 more Cursed Swords, then 2 Cursed Shields

Wave 2: 3 Cursed Swords

Final Wave: 2 Cursed Blades, Jinxed Sword

🔮 They just won’t stop coming, won’t they… once you stop the first wave of swords, the reinforcements will start pouring in two more pseudo-waves before you can get your reprieve between attacks. Have a dedicated healer ready the further you march, as constant corruption damage will eventually add up and melt down your tank without proper healing support, even if that Cookie happens to have a full set of almonds. If you choose to bring two defending Cookies to the front instead of one, this will offset some of the damage to the other frontline Cookie, but that means you have two Cookies to heal instead of one.

Stage 14-3

Wave 1: 4 Cursed Blades

Wave 2: Cursed Sword, reinforced by 2 more Cursed Swords

Wave 3: 2 Cursed Swords

Wave 4: 2 more Cursed Swords

Boss Reinforcements: 2 Jinxed Swords

🔮 We must be passing by an abandoned sword garrison as we approach another way in, as there are Cursed Swords as far as the eye can see here. As they stack knockback and corruption, they will eventually push your Cookie back far enough to where they attack another Cookie, most likely your central attacker. Bring a healer to out-heal the corruption damage, and maybe bring something else to dispel the debuffs before they go too far if you can afford to do so. Complete this fight the first time to get ⭐️ 3.7 million Kingdom EXP and a checkpoint reward worth 🪙 50,000 Coins and ✊ 50 Pristine Charge Powder.

Stage 14-4

Stage Power Increased: +207

Affogato Cookie’s Disciple: A loyalist to Affogato Cookie and his coup to overthrow Dark Cacao Cookie literally over the edge of the Black Wall. This makes them traitors to the Dark Cacao Kingdom and obstacles to my ancestor’s prophecy. Incapacitate them quickly, but they will have several tricks to protect themselves despite being in the front. Each Disciple will constantly heal themselves with Affogato’s mystical arts and may periodically repel any incoming frontline Cookies with a swift strike, dealing damage and sending them backwards. Their never-ending devotion to Affogato Cookie’s cause makes them immune to stun as well, so you should focus on defeating them swiftly instead of immobilizing them so they are out of the way when you deal with their actual damage dealers.

Affogato Cookie’s Elite Disciples act as the disciples’ boss variant (which don’t have an official name so I also gave them one to tell them apart), and don’t have any additional buffs besides the extra hitpoints, damage, and self-healing capabilities.

Wave 1: 2 Disciples

Wave 1 Reinforcements: 2 Cursed Blades, then one more Blade and a Cursed Sword

Wave 2: Affogato Cookie’s Disciple

Wave 2 Reinforcements: 2 Cursed Swords

Final Wave: Affogato Cookie’s Elite Disciple, Jinxed Sword

🔮 The Disciples of Affogato Cookie are but obstacles to the re-emergence of the old Dark Cacao Kingdom, and these traitors will stall your progress up close in every way they can until their reinforcements incapacitate you, or you run out of time. They will not be affected by any “If Cookie” variables on your own Cookies’ skills and always come backed with reinforcements. Out-damage their self-heal to cast them aside and take down their weapons before you move on. Just remember what you learned from previous encounters with the Cursed Swords, as they will stop you if you are not prepared.

Stage 14-5: Citadel Halls

Wave 1: 2 Disciples

Wave 2: Affogato Cookie’s Disciple, 2 Cursed Swords

Wave 3: 3 Cursed Swords

Final Wave: 2 Disciples, 2 Cursed Blades, Jinxed Blade

🔮 We’ve made it so far into the Citadel, but no sign of Caramel Arrow Cookie yet. In the here and now, dispatch the disciples who vehemently claim that nothing is wrong while using your prior knowledge of the area, then claim another checkpoint reward worth ⭐️ 3.8 million Kingdom EXP, 🪙 50,000 Coins, 🛡 50 Pristine Defense Powder, and 💎 300 Crystals from the Dark Cacao Kingdom Adventures tab.

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #dark cacao kingdom #world exploration #part 2 #citadel of the frozen cliff

[tsuki-sennin]

Gotcha self another form? Nothing to it but to start swingin', I guess! Ohhhhh, but wait! Alpharad- Stalingrad- Nitro Rad- Valvarad appears this week too, doesn't he?

Spoilers, I guess...

-Last time on Kamen Rider Dragon Kni-

-This looks like a day for night shot in the original Dracula films.

-Okay Yaguruma, calm down.

-Mushroom Absorb

-Don't eat the mushroom

-Oh fuck they're mashroomized.

-It's okay everyone, I know a blue-haired healer who hangs out at the local hospital, and he'll just buy them off you for 50 bucks.

-Now ladies, I don't mean to imply you're not performing your villainy at full potential, but a little lab safety equipment goes a long way.

-Ooooh... fried katsu...

-Ohhhhhh, Hopper1 dance~!

-He RUNS

-I hope the DX Valvarusher's a decent size, we haven't had a dad-sized weapon since Buster's Gekido.

-God, this series is so 2009, I can practically see everybody here on Disney XD.

-Feels right, y'know?

-BIG SHOT-

Chemy Friendship~!

-Don't sell Chemies, Bandai.

-Sabimaru...

-Renge...

-Oh lad, no, you don't just shake a woman's tentacle!

-"Good job, I guess. What, you want a fucking cookie?"

-Already seeking a challenge, huh buddy?

-AppareBushido...

-Chemy Riser :o?

-Bushi...

-"I'm not your babysitter, man. You can do that on your own."

-Ohhhhhh, it's a wrangler thingy!

-I love the way it looks.

-"Dork-ass dreamer..."

-Awwwww, Rinne...

-Creeper alert.

-"Yuck it up, cucks! I'll be the one laughing!"

-"No, haha :D"

-Poor Ryo's gonna be getting thrashed around the whole season, isn't he?

-God, he looks so doofy in his cape.

-That poor mushroom man was just hangin' out

-HOLY SHIT HE JUST

-DID A BAREHANDED BLADE BLOCK CASUALLY

-"OKAY FINE, STEAM TIME"

-Deformed!

-He's just standing there... watching...

-Already Ichinose meets a crisis of his own fate

-There's no real "evil" in any object or animal. Just in how we apply what makes them special.

-Rinne really said "Go back to bed."

-Confessing to the unspeaking samurai.

-Ohhhhhhh, kendo practice.

-"Damn dude, you sucked out there."

-There he iiiiis!

-Spanner!

-OOOOOH!

-"We fight out like men, then."

-Hotaro's

-Hopper1 Jumpscare

-Oooooh, that had to hurt.

-Well damn, that's a persuasive argument!

-"Not funny. Didn't laugh."

-Oooooooh, Rinne's got an arm cannon.

-Samurai style!

-Ooooooh...

-Gotcha Tornado!

-One of a beautifully distinguished line of Kamen Rider bladed bow weapons.

-Skatebooooooard!

-Take it away, Beverly!

-Decapped shroom

-Veno veno!

-Besties :)

-Oh fuck, it's the creepy submarine man.

-"Oh fuck, it's him."

-Kurogane Spanner...

-Ohhhhhhhhhhh, goddamn that's a spooky jingle.

-"Tekko."

-Y'know, this Valvarad doesn't seem like such a bad guy.

-Ants! Ants in one's pants!

#Pull Another Gotcha! 101 Dreams to Catch! #kamen rider #kamen rider gotchard #kr gotchard #gotchard spoilers

[eijakushingomel]

The Blue Confrontation

You gritted your teeth, spear drawn out as you were ready for battle. Both Pure Vanilla and White Lily had readied their staff and spells, one for protection while another for attack. The Ancient Heroes stepped in front of Gingerbrave and friends while you stepped in front of Pure Vanilla. The knights covered the group with their shields and respective spears and swords.

There, where all weapons and blades aimed stood tall the infamous Beast with its devilish grin. You cluck your tongue in displeasure. So this was what to be the virtue of knowledge, and had fallen to deceit. Huh, it was terrifyingly big and clearly hold enormous power, but its face could never beat Pure Vanilla.

Seriously. This guy was supposed to be Pure Vanilla's predecessor?

"Awwwww~, look at the number of audiences I have today!" It (he?) cheered. His hands clasped on his cheeks in a dramatic way, as he peered down to you and your friends. You make sure to shield Pure Vanilla properly, despite him being taller than you. "Aw, why so tense? Are you that scared of me?"

"Yes, we very much are," you could imagine Wizard Cookie's snark reply in your head. Hopefully, he didn't say it out loud.

"Now, now, don't be so shy. I'm the one who's about to do performance here," he sang while slowly spinning around on one foot. His arms were wide open as if he were balancing while trying to keep afloat. "So grab a seat, while the stage—," he paused, eyes of different blue shots open and rows of sharp teeth revealed, "—is on SET!"

Magically, your surroundings shifted to something completely different. No longer there was dark grass below you, nor the silver cracked tree was in presence. The sky was pitch black with no clouds or stars, as if you were in complete void. You heard numerous gasps from different cookies, each holding their own shock and anticipation. You glanced at Pure Vanilla, sighed in relief when he was still behind you. But the expression he wielded was concerning.

His eyes, the same pair of eyes you had long admired, were wide open in fear. He scanned around, as if in disbelieving. It was as if, as if—

—he could see.

Dread filled you in in an instant.

Pure Vanilla was blind. But not at magic. At least, that was what you learned in your time together with him. He couldn't see and required the eye on his staff to measure everything around him. It was also another reason why you admired him so much back when he was still Healer Cookie.

But for him to be able to see the magic clearly around him, only explained more how stronger this Beast of Deceit was.

As if knowing what both you and Pure Vanilla had realized, his grin stretched to an unnatural smile. He lurched forward, causing all of you to take a fight stance when he suddenly paused. You were confused, but the confusion flared to protectiveness when you followed his line of gaze. He was staring at Pure Vanilla, much to your dislike, specifically, his Soul Jam.

And it clicked.

You hold your spear tighter as you move closer to Pure Vanilla, shielding him with your body. He seemed displease at your disregard towards your own life, but that was not in your priority. You wanted him to stay alive. It was bad enough for him to be ready to sacrifice his own Powder of Life to White Lily, so he had no right to talk to you about risking your life.

The Beast was staring intently at the Ancient Hero. Mercury Knight was about to say some few, knightly words when numerous blue eyes plopped out from the darkness and peered down to all of you. You were also distracted by the eyes, that you failed to see an incoming vine hand lunged forward and snatched Pure Vanilla away.

"Vanilla!" White Lily and Gingerbrave shouted his name.

"PV!" you screamed, ready to chase after him if Silverbell didn't block you.

"My my my," Shadow Milk purred, picked Pure Vanilla between his fingers and lifted him slightly above the Fallen Hero's head. "What an extraordinaire we have here today. A little cookie," he pulled the healer closer to his countenance, sharp teal eyes stared at the gem on his robe, "with a piece of me?"

Pure Vanilla looked conflicted on what to say. Understandable, because it wasn't everyday for a cookie to get pick up by a giant cookie who was infamous for causing havoc back in the olden days.

"Hey you!" You snarled, "Let go of him!"

But the monster ignored you. He was much more intrigued with the hero in his hand, much to your fear. He was inspecting Pure Vanilla left to right like he was checking out an item. It anger you how he treated your beloved like that.

"It's me...yet not. As if," the monster's dual coloured eyes widened in newfound understanding, and Ehite Lily paled in dread matched Pure Vanilla's blanched face, "...it had been purified."

His smile dropped.

Silence.

An intense silence with thick atmosphere.

None of you was sure what to do. You hated it, but you pretty much relied on White Lily for this. But even the Ancient Hero seemed unsure on how to proceed in this situation.

Then, the end of Shadow Milk's lips curled upward. The two fingers that were picking the healer let go, and as fast as you could, you tried to be there to catch him. Fortunately, or unfortunately, as fast as he was let go, as fast as for another giant hand caught him again. This time, holding in a full envelope of five fingers.

Much to all of you and your friends' horror, the Fallen Hero hold him with both hands and hugged him close to his gigantic head.

(You understood though why he did that. If you were a giant cookie and found tiny Pure Vanilla, you too would snuggle him all day long. The real cookie had always been better than the plushie you had at home)

"Oh! How lovely! How splendid!" The cold-blooded creature beamed, "I got something to be called mine!"

Gingerbrave's jaw dropped and Wizard Cookie scrunched his face. "Excuse me?"

Once again, ignored by the monster's enlightenment. He spun around with Pure Vanilla in his grasp, either oblivious or ignorance towards the smaller cookie's panicked yelp. He was like a school girl getting a new doll.

"Oh who knows in today's performance, I'll also be getting—," he halted, and lifted Pure Vanilla in his hands like he was showing something magnificent (well, PV had always been great) to the world, "—a son!"

"WHAT?!" White Lily screeched, the loudest she had ever been.

You mouth gaped open. You did not expect that. "What?"

Strawberry Cookie dropped her hammer. "What?"

Gingerbrave slipped on nothing and fell on his back. "What?"

The fae knights each looked as pale as paper.

Wizard Cookie looked disappointed in everything. "I've been handling Reader's simpness for so long nothing in this Earthbread shocks me any longer."

That was rude.

Pure Vanilla, for once, looked like he was either to commit homicide, or suicide, or both.

"A-are we hearing that right?" Gingerbrave turned ti anybody in his team. You had froze like a statue, so you were out from replying in the moment.

Wizard Cookie sighed, "Yup."

Strawberry Cookie twitched, "...he knows right you can't just adopt someone. Especially not someone like Pure Vanilla..."

"Strawberry, you do know right we're talking about Shadow Milk here?" Wizard Cookie deadpanned.

"Ah."

While they were discussing that, you were frozen to bits. White Lily seemed ready to retort but her concern for Pure Vanilla was still there. Nobody, not even you, didn't know how to react to the sudden declaration made by one of the Five Beasts. Because seriously, how can you react to this?

Wait, does that mean you must ask Shadow Milk's permission for Pure Vanilla's hand in marriage?

....

....

Well, elope it was.

"Guys?" Pure Vanilla desperately called out. He too, was beyond confused. Shadow Milk kept crushing their cheeks together, and it wasn't comfortable at all.

Witches, he should have given the Soul Jam to Clotted Cream Cookie before they depart. Now here he was, in this torturous crushing embracement that forever he felt uncomfortable in. None of his friends or the knights seemed to hear his plead, and the Beast had been going on the hug even when Pure Vanilla had repeatedly trying to push him off with magic.

When he was starting to lose hope, there, you snapped and came in.

"HEY YOU BEAST!" you shouted with a newfound determination in your gaze. Spear aimed directly at the giant cookie.

Cookies around you gasped in awe at the courage, while Pure Vanilla looked at you with growing hope. Shadow Milk still hadn't stop smothering him and it was a torture.

"YOU BETTER LET PV GO NOW, OR ELSE!"

But the monster remained indifferent towards your declaration. Gingerbrave growled and White Lily wilted.

"He isn't listening to us...," she murmured.

You huffed, "That's fine. An elopement is always a choice."

Cracked.

Was it just you (not like you minded) or was the void surrounding them seemed to crack? Not only that, the eyes that had been on Shadow Milk and Pure Vanilla suddenly darted towards you. Its pupils shrunken and thinned to an aggressive line.

Shadow Milk stopped his snuggling (read : assault). The jester turned his head in cinematic slow movement, and his different hues of eyes stared down at you.

"....what?"

Pure Vanilla, who also heard that, was oblivious to the blatant meaning of your statement, "Uh, what?"

Mercury Knight understandly looked upset, "Are you seriously proposing right now?"

Pure Vanilla choked on his own spit, "P-propose?"

White Lily wanted to bury herself again, "Oh dear, why?"

Gingerbrave blanched, "Did he really react only after he heard the word 'elopement'?"

"I don't know. You'd be mad too if some stranger wants to elope with your kid," Wizard Cookie shrugged.

Strawberry Cookie glared at him, "He just met Vanilla less than a moment ago!"

"And he created so many havoc enough to get imprison by the Witches," the mage said, "Why are you trying to understand a maniac's way of thinking?"

Both cookies flattered. None of them refute his words.

Wizard Cookie took a deep breath, and spun around to looked at you and the dreadful beast. He raised his staff and pointed at you, "We got no choice but to leave our hope to her simpness to save Pure Vanilla—wow I never thought I'd say it — from the Beast of Deceit!"

"What is this?" Strawberry Cookie was an octave away from screeching, "A Simp Versus Overprotective Father?"

Wizard Cookie shrugged again, "That."

Gingerbrave added in, "Or A Simp Versus Crazy Overprotective Father."

"That too."

Honestly, you were offended they called you that. But at least it was nice knowing they had trust in your capability.

Because you will be giving all you got, to get Pure Vanilla Cookie's hand in marriage.

(Ah, Pure Vanilla looked so cute and angelic already in his usual robe. The thought of him in white suit will certainly fly you to cloud nine.)

"...guys?" Pure Vanilla silently wept, "Are you seriously ignoring me?"

♧♧♧♧♧♧

Lolololol I had fun making this. Shadow Milk was so hard to wrote, but I tried my best. Writing Gingerbrave, Strawberry and Wizard had been fun though.

In many fics I read about Reader and Shadow Milk were all fun and unique in its own way. I even got a few favourites of mine. But I want to write a fic where Reader was the one who obsessed with a cookie. It was fun and gave me a unique experience.

Shadow Milk :*sees PV*

Shadow Milk : Does no one want that?

Reader : Uh, he's with me—

Shadow Milk :*slapped you and ran away with PV*

Lol. PV really didn't have a say in this.

I love making this.

Please give me an idea for the next fic, I may or not use it, but a suggestions are always welcomed!

#cookie run #pure vanilla cookie #shadow milk cookie #strawberry cookie #wizard cookie #white lily cookie #y/n #character adopt

[flanned]

Things to know about Barry!:

He's a healer, he can help with the healing process of other's injuries and speed it up, rapidly stop any bleeding, bring wounded skin tissue back together, etc.

He's very friendly, always willing to help.

But he knows when he's being taken for granted. Don't mistake his kindness for weakness.

He can heal most wounds that people may receive with a few limitations: If it's a massively mortal wound (like, you full on got cut in half or some shit), he can't help. If it's poison, he can't cure it with his powers, but he knows several antidotes that will help save someone if they run into anything infectious, venomous, etc.

This man has seen some shit. He's a medic and agent for the BPRD, you can't begin to imagine the types of shit he has witnessed. Goblin and werewolf bites? yeah. Demon took someone's finger off? yep. vampire took a chunk of your skin off? uh huh. Vampyre bit you and now you need to figure out if you're turning? yep, seen it. He won't be surprised by much, which helps in making sure people are calm and collected. He knows what to do, trust him.

While he may crack a joke or two and be cheerful, he's very methodical and focused on the process when he's helping people. He does his job and does it well.

He has a vast knowledge on all things paranormal, you kind of have to in this job.

On his off time, he enjoys playing the drums, playing video games, and kicking back. He's a chill guy, grab a beer and talk with him if you want! He has lots of stories to tell.

If you make him cookies or anything, he will have the biggest grin and his day will be made. Do it. Seriously do it. He deserves to be happy.

#ooc ;; out of healing

[seasonofprophecy]

Now why is my silly little cfs rep stronger than the legendary Frost Queen who I lovingly fed every spare star jelly and topping piece and magic powder until I had to equally distribute my resources for the guild alliance

#messages from mars #can't sleep! so I'm gaming #i can't tell of this part of the screenshot will be cropped but i sort my cookies by power strongest to weakest so. huh. #yes i know i promoted him twice and probably have a higher skill level on him than her but Still. She's Frost Queen #also you can't tell me vamp doesn't have cfs!! he's just like me :) #anyways how is everyone's guild alliance fights going. from what i can tell it's been so so rough #it was weird for me at first (five teams?? 500k coins to light the beacon?? i have to Kill the dragon??) #but honestly I'm enjoying it now because I've turned it into another strategy game in my head #level 1 wave 1: summoner team go level 1 wave 2: ranged team go level 1 wave 3: bomb team go level 1 wave 4: ambush team go #level 2 wave 1: ??? usually defense team go level 2 wave 2: bomb team go level 2 wave 3: summoner team go #that damn dragon: use whatever is left #always let previous team put a dent in the enemies' health before unleashing the new team #blind healer treasure on every team #treat defense cookies so sweetly. upgrade their m size almonds #that's my setup anyways

[shinys-writing-cafe]

Could you do a fic/prompt about Black raisin cookie? I’m not familiar with the angst and fluff terms yet,(sorrry 😭). But could it be angsty and have to do with someone asking black raisin about her missing arm? I’m curious to see how she’ll reply

Yeah I can try!

This ended up not being very angsty hdhdhdhf

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Black Raisin Cookie x Reader that asks about her missing arm

You’ve asked Black Raisin about her arm before, but she simply dismissed it as, ‘it’s nothing’. You found your curiosity still persisted, determined to know exactly what happened.

“Hey Black Raisin?” You asked one day. “Hm? What is it, Y/N?” She looked over at you, curiously. “Can you tell me what happened with your arm?”

“Didn’t you ask that already?” She seemed confused at the question, and you nodded your head. “Well, yeah. But you didn’t really give me much of an answer, and I’m still a little curious. But if you don’t wanna talk about it, I won’t force you-”

“Wafflebots.” Black Raisin interrupted. “Huh?” You didn’t fully process what she said. “Wafflebots. While I had been defending the village, one had taken out my arm. Had to get urgent care from Healer Cookie. But I’d gladly lose the other if it meant protecting what I loved.”

“I would prefer you didn’t…” You muttered. “…Then I’ll try not to.” That was a good enough answer for you.

#christmas gift from me! i actually do work #cookie run x reader #black raisin x reader #black raisin cookie x reader #black raisin + reader #black raisin cookie + reader #since it can be taken as platonic #also I don’t do scenarios that often so if this sucks that’s why #update i did not finish on christmas #oh well i tried