Haze

"I'll always be with you up until you die."

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Welcome one; welcome all! Name's Haze

Multi-fandom OC blog—major Honaki Star Rail, minor Genshin Impact

OC x Canon + Self-insert x Canon!

This is just for me to brain rot and have fun. Not a daily thing, rather focus on college, but do enjoy your time here.

masterlist—

INTRO

RULES

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS

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I’m devastated by vampires in Minecraft

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I’m curious how you guys perceive Keyholder Reader? 

I draw them as rather refined and stoic even, like the basic rich, snooty, know-it-all-nerd. From fancy witch clothes to even eyes that look absentminded. Yeah, I draw eyes on my Reader / Y/N.

In writing, currently, they’re quite curious in a somewhat prodding way. Not afraid of showing emotions. Blunt to an all time high. But still human in the way that they deeply care about individuality and life. You’d see it in how I wrote about White Lily Cookie and Keyholder in their very short time together. But there’s also that… detachment, you can say.

I’m making them cocky as well. It will make for very funny character interactions.

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I wonder of each souljam, was a direct piece of Keyholder's soul, perhaps a sealed artifact of Keyholder's more primadoral magic.

They wanted their creations to be more than simply their virtues, Keyholder wanted them to be people. To willfully walk the world without the expections of others weighing them down. Destiny and balance be damned. It's their life, and how to trend it and properly experience every single opportunity is their choice alone.

To hold more than enough strength, resolution, and capacity for adaptation and civilization. The power to write their own fates, to breathe a fresh air of freedom away from their divine pedestals as the strongest among Earthbread. Keyholder can't think of no greater freedom.

It'd make even more sense if the Beasts truly were stolen before Keyholder could bring them to life, maybe even Keyholder's original body was sealed because they hold too much power and sway over fate.

So much to think about!

All this would mean that Keyholder has never gotten the chance to actually witness the growth and propensity of their Creations. And their Creations would have to live with the knowledge that the happier lives they could have had was taken by a few witches who thought they knew the best interest of themselves.

(Shadow Milk Cookie is far more resentful than ever before with the Witches, heavens he is so so fucking mad. No one is spared from his wrath and the inevitable grief that will consume him. He was the Sage of Truth, for gods sake, how did he not piece this goddamn puzzle together sooner!

I wonder if he'd be curious enough to look for Keyholder's body. The only clue he has is that little reflection walking around masquerading a name long forgotten, he has a hunch where to start, and Shadow Milk Cookie's hunches were always correct.

Mystic Flour Cookie just melts deeper into her flawed view of nihilism and emptiness. To say she shattered completely is an understatement. Peace is a passing dream. This life truly is meaningless. What use for this world is there when the people around you will just use you until you're nothing but a hollow shell of what you used to be.

Burning Spice is furious and jealous beyond repair. He has to live his life watching everything blow away into obscurity and ruin, and now he figures out things could've been different. That he would've had someone worthy and glorious by his side to share eternity with. Burning Spice Cookie mourns by endlessly ravaging kingdoms in a vicious display of rage and exasperation. He is so, so tired. He is so sick of his colorless dull world that always fails to impress himself anymore, and he can't even pretend to know the face of the one person he knew would understand him.

Eternal Sugar Cookie is flabbergasted. All this time, she wasn’t left behind, her garden had a real sun instead of a fake one. She had a source of happiness blind to her influence and knowledge, and it was locked away, kept from their rightful place in the universe. She is fiercely determined to seek and find where Keyholder is, to see exactly how it would've been, and weave that dream into reality.

Silent Salt has always suspected the Witches had their dark secrets, as Shadow Milk Cookie often pondered aloud, but they never would've guessed it was this magnitude. All this time, the silence didn't have to be suffocating, it shouldn't have been, because the heart of the world was taken from them before they could have the chance to breathe, to hold a say, to demand a choice, to crave a fact in the crust of reality itself. Silent Salt is just as furious as Burning Spice, and that's not something to be taken lightly. They will not be graceful. They will not be denied this lost piece of what could've been. Their piece of light must return, Silent Salt knows this has much as he knows the phases of the Moon.)

In the end, even with all the magic in the world, Keyholder wasn’t strong enough to stop it before it all spirled out of control. They were never enough then and weren't enough even now.

Boy do I love main character angst (ദ്ദി˙ᗜ˙)

You’re quite on the money about how I perceive Soul Jams! I’ve told before how connected these Beasts are with their Creator. When the Beasts are sad, Keyholder gets a tad more gloomy. On the flipside, when Keyholder’s mad, the Beasts are rabid!

However if the Beasts are feeling the same emotion at such a vivid level (mainly negative), you’re just spiraling. Which is a terrible domino effect. That’s why when the Beast’s escape the tree, Keyholder’s more or less out of commission.

There may even be some backstory when Keyholder was going through Wizard school and got… uh… really sick and agitated. Let’s just look away from the massive explosion and debris from one of the walls haha!

Here’s a tidbit when Keyholder made some Soul Jams. It’s not the Beast’s.

“Who are you?”

It’s quite the substantial question. But it truly is the premise of our little Keyholder’s creations. A very innocent and warming Creator. They lost that passionate spark after, and it may have led to the Beasts far more flimsy design.

Are they even capable of looking at the Beasts with care now?

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Hi hi! I stumbled upon your keyholder reader tag and was absolutely blown away!! Its such a unique idea I love it!! Im super curious about who the keyholder met first in the cookie world. Was it gingerbrave and co?? Or someone else?? Oh- unless thats like spoilers territory in which case sorry!! Anyways I adore your writing and art its so good!! Can I draw fanart of keyholder?? Either way, have a great day :>

On this platform, this is more of me workshopping :D so spoilers are pretty nonexistent unless it’s just me never saying it since no one asks—

I’ve been dabbling on ideas of who Keyholder would meet! Yet the canonical first interaction is definitely Gingerbrave and Co. I like envisioning some more canon divergence with other Cookies, but there’s a lot more connection and relationships that I find endearing with our little main characters. There’s just no way out of the found family troupe….

I’ll even give a screenshot on one of my writings for next chapter (I’m so slow chat):

They’re a chaotic trio. The plot armor on them is incredible, or they’re just really, really, buffed up Cookies.

I will indulge on here a more alternative route though just for your curiosity! If Keyholder would meet a different Cookie on Crispia, I’m envisioning either Healer Cookie or perhaps one of the Ancient’s secondary characters.

Something along the lines of Black Raisin Cookie, Wildberry Cookie, Wild Chip Cookie, even Princess Cookie.

These Cookies are similar to an Ancient’s opposite in personality (mostly). It would be cool to see the jarring difference it’d be when Keyholder met their rulers. 

For Healer Cookie, it’s a lot more one-on-one. Cute outings—the others tease it may be a date. And a more dreary introduction to the land of Crispia. Keyholder would’ve had the standard of a more fantastical idealism from White Lily’s musings, but it seems things got more worse over the times.

Black Raisin Cookie may also be protective over Healer Cookie. So they’re butting heads…. But they’ll get along in due time, just expect some sassing with each other.

Now speaking of fanart, feel free to draw Keyholder! Be sure to tag me so I can gush over it. Thanks for enjoying my writing and art. I’m actually rather flimsy with committing to things but I try to make it as complete as I can. Some day I hope others draw from my ramblings even.

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Hello you still active?

I really took sumer break as a summer break 😭

There was this lovely thing called an art block where I decided to just focus my brain juice on art fight. Now that art fight’s over I’ll revisit what I had thought out and answer some stuff I got in my inbox.

I was a little more active with my HSR stuff—between CRK and HSR, it’s the Star rail that catches my attention more. Whoops.

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Shameless plug for any art fighters in the chat. Doing it on the last day before things go crazy :p

I’m still making references for other characters (let’s go procrastination) but here’s to the new year. HazeMyDemise is my user! Let’s go Team Crystal 💖

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I’m free from college (summer break has now begun)

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Old art of pookiee

Y’know it’s old when Nova’s back is not her current reference design—but posting because they’re cutee

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Anyone with Healer Cookie headcanons?

I don't have the game so I'm going off of videos of the story and my personal thoughts.

He's on my hit list for a oneshot just like my previous ones (Keyholder-pilled). The song vibe of this'll kinda be like, lovestory by daki.

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Cradle Me Sweetly PT.2

Song recommendation: ♫ Cherry Wine // grentperez

| Shadow Milk Cookie and his Creator have a dance.

He longed for this. To have you in his arms. Swaying together without any interruption. 

Shadow Milk Cookie x Keyholder Reader

Genre: Fluff, Mild Angst, Comfort, Canon Divergence, Second Half of a Two Shot ~ 2K

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He spun the glass thoughtlessly, the crimson liquid swishing with his gentle movement. Its reflection bouncing back to meet pensive eyes. Berry juice, or what his Creator preferred to call it, wine.

Ah… he’d love to pick your brain as to why, but…. Shadow Milk Cookie looked back up, his gaze with ease instantly spotting you.

You were enjoying yourself.

It was a party after all. He did not remember its rhyme or reason; all that mattered was seeing you smile. Chatting with friends, being entertained by the musicians, busy with other Cookies.

He sighed to himself, feet barely touching the ground as he hovered near the confection table.

Drink still in hand, Shadow Milk Cookie picked at the assortment of treats. Too sweet, too sour, mild, fruity; hm. A gentle bitter oddly sounded lovely tonight, soothing. Fidgeting with his sleeve—hoping the ruffles wouldn’t get dirtied—he silently nibbled on a snack.

The Beast was certainly out of his element. A party of all things, shouldn’t he be causing a ruckus? Performing on stage was his schtick. Yet here he was, another face in the sea of Cookies.

Liberating wasn’t it? He felt… normal.

No one was vying for his attention, no one was cursing his name. Even Candy Apple Cookie and Black Sapphire Cookie were conversing with your kingdom’s citizens happily. It was endearing really. Their pranks, teases. Were all taken quite well.

Shadow Milk Cookie felt calm, swallowing his snack before sipping down another drink of wine. He licked his lips, swiping the trickle of sweet liquid. Turning back and leaning against the table’s edge lighty.

Heterochromatic looked on. Watching. Like old times.

Just like when he was in his tower. When tall spires were kissed with golden sun, the students were flocking together with smiles on their faces as they talked about the next exciting topic, and he could just feel the breeze caress his hair.

The type of watching where he wasn’t waiting with bated breath. Gaining to take advantage of some poor Cookie and spiraling their mind with lies. No, this time he wasn’t here to learn someone’s deepest darkest secrets.

Shadow Milk Cookie was here to be lost within this reverie.

Leave it to you… he chuckled to himself. You were always so good at connecting with the other Cookies. A genius, through and through.

Would he have been like that?

He felt something in his chest ache. As knowledgeable as he is, Shadow Milk Cookie always cowered away from making meaningful relations.

Pouting to himself, he looked down at his wine glass. Just a little bit of wine left.

Closing his eyes, the drawl of a trumpet soothed him instead. This place felt so gentle even the chattering was a lull. Even so, he was longing for you.

Beast of Deceit, needed you. He looked back to where you were. Oh, you were being hassled by that pink Ancient. He watched you laugh with her, even lean into her hold as she snaked her arm around your neck and squeezed you affectionately.

Never mind, too much social interaction if he went there. He was damn sure if that woman was there the dragon would be trailing behind. Curse that greedy reptile.

“At least that scheduled tea party is happening soon…” he mumbled to himself. Just you and him in comfortable seclusion. Maybe he can show a new flower? You liked those.

If someone saw the blue Cookie he’d be bluer than ever. He wasn’t gloomy, really, believe him…! Reluctantly, he pulled away from the party, maybe getting some air would do him some good.

Floating over to the balcony, removing himself from the bright chandelier lights, he slumped against the stone railing. His ears drooped, hands stretched over as he loosely held the wine glass.

A longing was in his blue eyes, looking past the remnants of wine into a different world.

Oh Creator, my Creator. Is it selfish to have you to myself?

Selfish. That’s who he was. Even when you first met, Shadow Milk Cookie used you for a means. A means to manipulate, a means to hurt… even when it was revealed that you made him. He used you to feel like he owned the whole world, as if he ruled it.

As if he could ever rule you.

Frowning, he mentally kicked himself. You were nothing like the Witches. Despite being one, you were more than that. You were his Creator. He couldn’t deny what his Soul Jam was begging for, all he wanted to do was return the love you gave to him.

He embodied an ideal, a story. Something you oh so cherished and adored. So what if he was baked too soon? So what if he wasn’t fully realized? You loved him.

And stars… he wanted that. Your love that was only for himself.

“Shadow Milk Cookie.”

“Ah!” He yelped, legs folding as his hovering self jolted. Turning back to spot you standing before him with an amused smirk. Damn you and your shitty opportune times of coming up behind him.

“How do you keep sneaking up like that? That’s no fair.” Huffing, he hovered back down, body slouching a little. “I swear we have to put a bell on you someday.”

You laughed. That same warm and lovely laugh. “No thanks; and what do you mean not fair? You’re the one jump scaring everyone, including me.” Observing the grump, you tilted your head. “Have you been enjoying yourself? Knowing you, you’d be....”

He watched your head gesture back to the party. Made sense, he probably would be, if it wasn’t for you.

“Nah, not really exciting if y’know what I mean.” Too chill, less chaotic. “I need that dramatic curtain call. Flashing lights, an audience in awe, and flowers showering me.” Leaning back as he tipped over against the railing before seamlessly floating upright.

“But, a little backstage isn’t so bad.” Looking down at you, sitting on the railing as his hands smoothed out against the stone. “Attention from one person is… perhaps even better. Especially coming from you.”

Shadow Milk Cookie was slowly but surely progressing. You could see how relaxed he was by removing his many masks. It wasn’t everything, but it was something. It only worked for you though… your poor friends have yet to breach his walls, but he was nicer with them.

“Is that so?” You smiled. “I even picked your outfit in hopes that you’d have fun with its flair. No matter, it looks perfect on you.” All the ruffles and tassels would’ve been enchanting to watch twirl in the air.

Shadow Milk Cookie felt warmth spread to his cheeks, he glanced away with twitchy ears. “Well, I’d, rather not dirty them. Costume design takes a lot of work!” He would’ve had a panic attack if so much as a wine drop had stained his sleeve.

With a snort, you went towards him, placing your hands on either side of where he sat. You puffed your chest as you looked up at him with challenging amusement. “Well I decree that you can mess with it however you want. So get down from there.”

“Huh, ahh!” Wide eyed, you dragged his arms down bringing him with you. “Stop! Stop! You’re making me dizzy, sweet Creator, mercy!” It was just a few twirls, and thanks to him eternally floating, he has shot himself in the foot by being even more easier to toss around like a plush.

All he could hear was your laughter as you slowed for him. Gripping at your hands just enough where his nails didn’t scratch at your soft skin. Now at a stop, his form lolled back and forth with a weak groan. No doubt spirals were in his eyes.

“Gaah… what was that for?!” Shadow Milk Cookie grumbled, but his hands still held yours.

Warm….

“Oh? Didn’t you say when music plays that means a dance is in order?”

What did you mean by that—when has he ever…? Oh.

Right. That time he… had you wrapped in strings. When you were drained, unfocused, and pathetically breaking down. When he was the notorious Beast of Deceit making you dance with him as limbs failed you.

Fun times. Fun times.

Shadow Milk Cookie looked away, guilt suddenly gnawing at him. His throat felt dry. It was still haunting him. Not just because he knew it hurt his Creator, but because he truly did enjoy it.

Dancing with you.

“Silly fool, look at me.” You sighed, watching him obey you without a second thought. His blue eyes looked at you. Everything about you was just, so perfect to him. Where all of the weight of the world, his sorrows, lifted just under your gaze. “I’ve yet to have my night’s dance. Have you?”

“You. You haven’t?” He blinked, unconsciously squeezing your hands. Your eyebrows raised as you looked back at him with relaxed confirmation.

FUCK YES. Internally he pumped his fist. Oh the stars aligned, fate has graced him, and he didn’t have to drown and crumble in the ocean out of embarrassment. Shadow Milk Cooke would surely roll around his pillows once gets back to his room.

Confidence bolstered, the man gave a lazy smirk, he could shove it to Pure Vanilla Cookie later. Right now, he got his dance. “Well, well, well, lucky for you, despite my raging popularity. I’ll deign myself with having a dance with you.”

With seamless precision, he lifted his hands and held yours up. Then he paused.

The music was slow, the setting was intimate, and it was just the two of them.

Light came from the far off entrance, an opening to the party, but it was the moon and stars watching the duo. Their own personal stage.

Very gently, his feet touched the ground.

Shadow Milk Cookie looked into your eyes; those specks of lights in your gaze were comparable to the night sky. And he swallowed. Hesitantly, he took a slow step back. Watching, he stared with enamourment as you followed along his rhythm.

He did not rush, he did not yell out with glee; no, no, he drank in this moment like it was his last. Because you were in his arms by choice. Not on his own whims like before.

The slow drawl of a trumpet, a strum of gentle strings of guitars harmonizing, two souls waltzed along the tune of a slow dance. Shadow Milk Cookie’s eyes softened as he spun you around, his ears catching the faint giggle that graced him.

You were so very warm. Bodies fitting perfectly as his hands fit around yours with soft caresses and gentle sways. Here he was, a Beast, but also a lovestruck man. Unable to hide his dopey grin as he pulled you in close. An arm snaked around your waist.

His forehead almost touched yours with just a graze.

“Thank you, for having me tonight.” Pulling back enough to dip you, eyes locked with one another. Those blue heterochromic eyes of his always had that unnatural glow in them. But this glow felt warm, alit with unspoken emotions that were drowning with so much heart.

He moved a hand to cup your cheek, a finger brushing back a few strands of hair. “I fear that I’m merely a shadow of what I once was. But you… you still see me, huh?” His voice softened. You’ve always tried to get to know him, no matter how many times he’s shoved you away.

“Of course, I do.” You did not fear if he lost his grip on you, you didn’t worry if he’d suddenly take you by surprise. You stayed perfectly content in his arms as you looked up at the Beast.

His blue skin was kissed perfectly by the moonlight. His hair seemed to reflect the stars of galaxies above. For the embodiment of knowledge, he surely looked to be someone that had a piece of the cosmos somewhere.

“You’re mine. Even after everything that has happened. You’re mine to cherish.”

Shadow Milk Cookie could feel somewhere deep in his soul, a stutter. His chest felt so warm, so tight. It wasn’t unbearable; in fact, it was so light.

Yours.

Yours.

He’s yours.

He felt something in his eyes tickle. But he had no thought of rubbing them. Shadow Milk Cookie merely dipped his face, barely placing a chaste kiss to your lips. Before swiftly nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck.

His voice was a whisper, but it was all to clear the honest truth he declared back.

“I’m yours.”

Waah, this took longer than I thought. College is kicking my butt and my motivations and commitment are as fickle as ever. Do enjoy yourself!

I will always enjoy writing little scenes where moments had to have the possible chance of more, wink wonk. Also, have you seen Longan Dragon Cookie's dragon form teaser? I'm in love (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)!!

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I praise anyone who can post when in college…

Here’s a reference sheet on Keyholder for any curious people.

Sidenote: That key on the side is meant to be on their cravat—same with the tassel, it’s meant to be attached on top of their tailcoat. The green gems are White Lily Cookie’s Soul Jam shards (surprise)

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pulling up in a wedding dress and ring because your witch reader writings and drawings are so scrumptious

Thank youu (⸝⸝๑﹏๑⸝⸝)

It takes quite a while to do this stuff so I thank you for the patience; and ring. I've only written like, two big things! But I'll my best to keep it's quality and improve as I go. Lovely dress btw

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I need to get started on finishing my designs and references. The dark looming logo of Art Fight is staring me down...

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Girl your Witch reader fic is only 1 chapter and I’m out here vibrating with so many ideas wtf kind of drugs did you put in that chapter 💀💀💀

Not only do I wanna like maybe write a witch reader story of my own with a similar concept but like

I’m also out here trying to figure out how to make a damn animatic for the first time 😭😭😭

Idk if you know about Epic the Musical but there’s a song I like called Well be Fine and rn I’m trying to make the animatic with the idea of after the reader figures out how to transfer their consciousness into a cookie body years after the ancients and their fight against dark enchantress cookie and are transported into the middle of the forest where they meet Gingerbrave and the gang and help them escape cakehounds cue the song and the animatic begins :ppp

I’ve never made an animatic before but your fic makes me want to learn because this idea will not leave me alone until I explode with it 💗I’m also designing my own interpretation of myself as keyholder based on your design cause I love designing witches outfits and I like drawing myself in fandoms I’m in and your keyholder design is just le maginifique ✨✨✨and with all the frills and such its still very Gender neutral like it feels so princely and formal 🥰🥰

Also I would like to add the designs of your honaki star rail ocs ARE SO PRETTTYYYY 😍😍 the colors the fits?? SLAY OMG 💕💗💕

Anyways that’s all I want to say to you for now :))) I need to sleep lol

WAAWAWA—I've infected someone with my brain worms. It was the voices I tell you, they were desperate for some kind of CRK fics. Maybe this could push the call for more reader fics because I'm starved. Wishful thinking.

You're making an animatic?! I'm rooting for you 🥳!! Yes, I've watched Epic the Musical 💖 and the song choice is very fitting. Awe it's so cutee. I've only made one other animatic that was never finished rendering (only it's sketch draft ✊😔). Not to mention the amount of songs punching my face telling me they'd be perfect animatics for Keyholder and Co. "I'm just a man," 😭😭 /ref.

Designing characters are my bread and butter! No matter an OC or just an insert, it's law for me to make a unique outfit. I'd love to see your interpretation as Keyholder <33 Making a witch-like outfit was super fun.

Thank you for loving my Honkai Star Rail OCs! I've posted a lot more about them in a HSR OC community. I really should just consider posting them on my profile then reblog them later... Ah well, it's working just fine right now.

Be sure to rest well (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

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I LOVE “Cradle Me Sweetly!” your SMC and Keyholder have such an interesting dynamic…… I wonder if you could write a part 2? Perhaps once SMC sufficiently knows how much Keyholder regrets “abandoning” the beasts. I imagine that once that’s settled down SMC clings quite heavily onto Keyholder,,,, and tbh, I think Keyholder is quite fond of SMC, especially due to how he’s the previous Cookie of Knowledge. JSJSSJEJEJ sorry I just saw this fic and your art one day and it’s amazing!! Your ocs are so nice and I love their color palettes (fellow Aventurine enjoyer…… dare I say peak)

Your AU is very compelling, and also cause Keyholder reminds me of The Herta from HSR (which you mentioned was one of their inspirations) and then I read your fic on Ao3! The way you write is also really distinct to me, it stood out! I like how much Keyholder embodies the spirit of intellect while also not escaping the fact that they’re still human. Also…. Prime Witch……. lore……. I’ll be lurking around now if you don’t mind ^^; your AU is something I’ll be following around for now heh

I'll see to writing a continuation of "Cradle me Sweetly" ٩(ˊᗜˋ )و The original was actually meant to extend more but I got lazy. I like exploring dynamics, especially many in depth ones that cost a lot of brain cells... whoopsie me.

Thank you for the words! I kinda just write with like, an influenced narrator? Just pressing in on that "unreliable narrator" idea. Not to mention I love intaking very detailed stories and interesting lore from games (cough, HSR, cough). No wonder my profile is Sunday....

Making the AU stemmed from an OC/Self-insert character—then I realized it was more befitting as a Reader-like insert. I'll probably still make an OC out of them, but that doesn't stop me from keeping the idea be an insert :p

Speaking of OCs, thanks for liking them <3 I'm very outfit and character oriented! Aventurine is my love and life.

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Black Forest cookie simping over Keyholder: “Your creator GNC as fuck 😍”

SMC: “YOUR INSANE”

I don't know what GNC means but I'll be under the assumption it's a funny little word. Ah, Black Forest Cookie <3 such a silly simp.

Ignore Shadow Milk Cookie trying to gnaw at the bars. He's... pretty protective 👍