There's no cookie that can resist my charm.

{{RP and ask blog for either Cookie or Human! Cheesecake cookie}} -- I am Cheesecake Cookie, the lovely daughter of Buttercream Choco. If you ever want to chat or say hello, please leave me a little message and I'll answer as soon as possible, sweetie~! Who knows, maybe I'll even invite you to one of my spectacular parties if you're nice~!

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((This blog is still alive.))

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Oh no, oh god, oh no. Pink had really screwed up this time. Her crime fighting had taken a turn for the worse, and she had been overpowered by a rascally cookie and his group of violent friends. She managed to get out of the fight with her life, but she had lost her gun, and she was terribly beaten up. 

Not that it hurt.

The heart on her uniform had turned a dull red, indicating that she was low on energy. It had a large crack stretching across it, from where the glassy thing had blocked a heavy punch to her chest. Pink Choco had one hand clasped over her left eye, as it had also been hit hard, and was glitching out, the colored part of the eye flickering and fading in and out of static. 

She was running frantically in the direction of her house, trying to get there before running into anyone who knew her. Nobody could know. Nobody could know she wasn’t human, that she was, indeed, a robot. She just wanted to be treated normally, and she didn’t want to even imagine how people’s opinion of her would change if they knew. So, they couldn’t know. It was better that way. 

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Humming softly while walking down the sidewalk, young Cheesecake was calmly searching for the new store that had recently opened in town while twirling her curled hair to pass the time, froze in place as she spotted the distressed pink heroin in the distance.

“Oh my! Pink Choco! Is that you? Sweet darling, do you need any help?” She shouted from across the street, still maintaining her calm and regal posture, hoping she’d get a reply.

[pinkchocoflavored-blog]

Pink choco skid to a stop as someone called her name, out of habit. Oops. Cheesecake. Pink Choco frantically looked around for a moment, debating fleeing, but no, she had to act casual. “Cheesecake!! Oh no I’m fiiiiiiiine.” Her voice was laced with static, like an old video game. “You- you- you- you-” She slapped herself with her free hand to stop the skipping. “You don’t need to worry.” She gave an unpromising grin, paired with a cheesy thumbs up.

[cheesy-delights]

“Dear, is it me or do you look down in the weather? You sound kind of strange too.” She forced her eyesight and stepped closer to the road’s edge, trying to see what was wrong with Pink Choco.

“You sure you do not need of my assistance? I can just cross over to you and help you home, maybe have a chat if you’d like.” She had already started to cross the road, curious of why Pink Choco was acting so off, along with the fact that she wanted someone to spend time with. Going to the store isn’t much fun when you’re alone, so might as well be with someone and offer some company, right?

[pinkchocoflavored-blog]

Oh, Cheesecake was such a nice person. Why did she have to be so nice? Pink Choco continued with her casual facade. “Oh you know, just low on energy! Just one of those days, hahaha.” Her laughter faded off into a groan, continuing to glance around, looking to see if any sort of easy escape existed.

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Cheesecake frowned at Pink Choco’s groan, taking it as a sign of annoyance. “Am I bothering you or something? I’m only trying to be nice.” Cheesecake held onto the heroine’s hand and tried dragging her along. “I’m doing to take you to a doctor, you look terrible! I will not take no for an answer, so don’t try to scurry away!”

[pinkchocoflavored-blog]

A doctor?! Pink shuddered at the thought. What she needed was Hero– or Lemon, even, someone who was good with tech. But Cheesecake was so sweet, and she couldn’t deny her. When she said she wouldn’t take a no, Pink knew she meant it. So, she went along, walking behind Cheesecake.

[pinkchocoflavored-blog]

“Gosh, what happened to you hun? You feel really cold- I guess it’s your outfit.” Cheesecake brushed off Pink’s unusual temperature as a sign of her being ill/hurt, and payed it not much mind.

Pink let out a forced, staticky laugh. “You know what they say! Cold hands, warm heart.” She looked down at the heart on her uniform, which was a dull red, out cold. “Or, uh, something like that.” 

[cheesy-delights]

"Is there anything in specific that I can do to help you, doll?" Cheesecake's worry grew more and more apparent with each passing minute, she honestly didn't know what to do, other than take her to a hospital. Though she knew Pink Choco was being reluctant.

[pinkchocoflavored-blog]

Oh no, oh god, oh no. Pink had really screwed up this time. Her crime fighting had taken a turn for the worse, and she had been overpowered by a rascally cookie and his group of violent friends. She managed to get out of the fight with her life, but she had lost her gun, and she was terribly beaten up. 

Not that it hurt.

The heart on her uniform had turned a dull red, indicating that she was low on energy. It had a large crack stretching across it, from where the glassy thing had blocked a heavy punch to her chest. Pink Choco had one hand clasped over her left eye, as it had also been hit hard, and was glitching out, the colored part of the eye flickering and fading in and out of static. 

She was running frantically in the direction of her house, trying to get there before running into anyone who knew her. Nobody could know. Nobody could know she wasn’t human, that she was, indeed, a robot. She just wanted to be treated normally, and she didn’t want to even imagine how people’s opinion of her would change if they knew. So, they couldn’t know. It was better that way. 

[cheesy-delights]

Humming softly while walking down the sidewalk, young Cheesecake was calmly searching for the new store that had recently opened in town while twirling her curled hair to pass the time, froze in place as she spotted the distressed pink heroin in the distance.

“Oh my! Pink Choco! Is that you? Sweet darling, do you need any help?” She shouted from across the street, still maintaining her calm and regal posture, hoping she’d get a reply.

[pinkchocoflavored-blog]

Pink choco skid to a stop as someone called her name, out of habit. Oops. Cheesecake. Pink Choco frantically looked around for a moment, debating fleeing, but no, she had to act casual. “Cheesecake!! Oh no I’m fiiiiiiiine.” Her voice was laced with static, like an old video game. “You- you- you- you-” She slapped herself with her free hand to stop the skipping. “You don’t need to worry.” She gave an unpromising grin, paired with a cheesy thumbs up.

[cheesy-delights]

“Dear, is it me or do you look down in the weather? You sound kind of strange too.” She forced her eyesight and stepped closer to the road’s edge, trying to see what was wrong with Pink Choco.

“You sure you do not need of my assistance? I can just cross over to you and help you home, maybe have a chat if you’d like.” She had already started to cross the road, curious of why Pink Choco was acting so off, along with the fact that she wanted someone to spend time with. Going to the store isn’t much fun when you’re alone, so might as well be with someone and offer some company, right?

[pinkchocoflavored-blog]

Oh, Cheesecake was such a nice person. Why did she have to be so nice? Pink Choco continued with her casual facade. “Oh you know, just low on energy! Just one of those days, hahaha.” Her laughter faded off into a groan, continuing to glance around, looking to see if any sort of easy escape existed.

[cheesy-delights]

Cheesecake frowned at Pink Choco’s groan, taking it as a sign of annoyance. “Am I bothering you or something? I’m only trying to be nice.” Cheesecake held onto the heroine’s hand and tried dragging her along. “I’m doing to take you to a doctor, you look terrible! I will not take no for an answer, so don’t try to scurry away!”

[pinkchocoflavored-blog]

A doctor?! Pink shuddered at the thought. What she needed was Hero– or Lemon, even, someone who was good with tech. But Cheesecake was so sweet, and she couldn’t deny her. When she said she wouldn’t take a no, Pink knew she meant it. So, she went along, walking behind Cheesecake.

[cheesy-delights]

"Gosh, what happened to you hun? You feel really cold- I guess it's your outfit." Cheesecake brushed off Pink's unusual temperature as a sign of her being ill/hurt, and payed it not much mind.

[cheesy-delights]

Random Actions-Edition {Action Starters}

*punches you in the face*

*dips and kisses you*

*hands you an ice cream cone*

*throws food*

*pokes your cheek*

*turns off the lights*

*spills coffee on your lap*

*ruffles hair*

*throws ball at you*

*picks you up bridal style*

*picks you up like a baby*

*yells full name*

*picks you up so that your head is on my shoulder*

*rubs your back*

*reads you a fairytale*

*shoves a spoonful of medicine in your mouth*

*hands you a bouquet of flowers*

*drops a sandwich in your lap*

*boops your nose*

*hands you a kitten*

*tucks you in*

*hits you over the head with a book*

*pats your head*

*pats your bottom*

*runs right into you*

*hands you a puppy*

*pours a bucket of water on the floor*

*slams door in your face*

*hands you a gun*

*tosses video game controller at you*

*puts tiara on your head*

*splashes water on your face*

*throws glitter on you*

*hands you a dirty diaper*

*hands you a hamster*

*pushes you into a lake*

*ties a bowtie in your hair*

*pushes you against the wall*

*starts singing off-key*

*offers you a doughnut*

*pies your face*

*hands you a frog*

*puts hand over your mouth*

*smacks you with a shoe*

*slaps you across the face*

[pinkchocoflavored-blog]

Oh no, oh god, oh no. Pink had really screwed up this time. Her crime fighting had taken a turn for the worse, and she had been overpowered by a rascally cookie and his group of violent friends. She managed to get out of the fight with her life, but she had lost her gun, and she was terribly beaten up. 

Not that it hurt.

The heart on her uniform had turned a dull red, indicating that she was low on energy. It had a large crack stretching across it, from where the glassy thing had blocked a heavy punch to her chest. Pink Choco had one hand clasped over her left eye, as it had also been hit hard, and was glitching out, the colored part of the eye flickering and fading in and out of static. 

She was running frantically in the direction of her house, trying to get there before running into anyone who knew her. Nobody could know. Nobody could know she wasn’t human, that she was, indeed, a robot. She just wanted to be treated normally, and she didn’t want to even imagine how people’s opinion of her would change if they knew. So, they couldn’t know. It was better that way. 

[cheesy-delights]

Humming softly while walking down the sidewalk, young Cheesecake was calmly searching for the new store that had recently opened in town while twirling her curled hair to pass the time, froze in place as she spotted the distressed pink heroin in the distance.

“Oh my! Pink Choco! Is that you? Sweet darling, do you need any help?” She shouted from across the street, still maintaining her calm and regal posture, hoping she’d get a reply.

[pinkchocoflavored-blog]

Pink choco skid to a stop as someone called her name, out of habit. Oops. Cheesecake. Pink Choco frantically looked around for a moment, debating fleeing, but no, she had to act casual. “Cheesecake!! Oh no I’m fiiiiiiiine.” Her voice was laced with static, like an old video game. “You- you- you- you-” She slapped herself with her free hand to stop the skipping. “You don’t need to worry.” She gave an unpromising grin, paired with a cheesy thumbs up.

[cheesy-delights]

“Dear, is it me or do you look down in the weather? You sound kind of strange too.” She forced her eyesight and stepped closer to the road’s edge, trying to see what was wrong with Pink Choco.

“You sure you do not need of my assistance? I can just cross over to you and help you home, maybe have a chat if you’d like.” She had already started to cross the road, curious of why Pink Choco was acting so off, along with the fact that she wanted someone to spend time with. Going to the store isn’t much fun when you’re alone, so might as well be with someone and offer some company, right?

[pinkchocoflavored-blog]

Oh, Cheesecake was such a nice person. Why did she have to be so nice? Pink Choco continued with her casual facade. “Oh you know, just low on energy! Just one of those days, hahaha.” Her laughter faded off into a groan, continuing to glance around, looking to see if any sort of easy escape existed.

[cheesy-delights]

Cheesecake frowned at Pink Choco's groan, taking it as a sign of annoyance. "Am I bothering you or something? I'm only trying to be nice." Cheesecake held onto the heroine's hand and tried dragging her along. "I'm doing to take you to a doctor, you look terrible! I will not take no for an answer, so don't try to scurry away!"

[rpstartersanskboxfillers]

Put “secret” in my ask box, and my muse will try to guess your muse’s secret.

[rpstartersanskboxfillers]

Put “sing” in my ask box, and my muse will attempt to write your muse a song.

[kaoru-sakurazaka]

The 42th Yoshino river fireworks. - Aug. 15, 2013

[nom-food]

[foodfuck]

[cheesy-delights]

I am always wanting to write Rated R material threads but I’m never sure of who would be comfortable doing so. Can roleplayers please reblog this post if you are fully comfortable writing mature subjects in your threads? { Blood, gore, murder, alcohol and drug use, hack&slash etc. } I’d like to find out by this post who IS comfortable with these types of roleplays rather than making someone uncomfortable just by asking. Thank you!

[rpstartersanskboxfillers]

Put ~ in my ask box for my muse's reaction to your muse suddenly holding their hand.

[cookierunpersonals]

[cheesy-delights]

casually just falls

"Oh dear.... Are you...Okay?"

[rpstartersanskboxfillers]

My muse is asleep. Go into my ask box and wake them up however you'd like.

[cheesy-delights]

((Sorry for being so inactive... I've been going through a lot back at home, and nobody really pays attention to this account anyways....))

[justice-livesinactive]

Send "I think I love you" for my muse's reaction.