my name is arti!! im an 18yo german-hispanic artist and the creator of Cookie Warriors, my crk x wc au!! i just wanted to rewrite my intro and add some info abt the au and other stuff
i primarily post cookie run and warrior cats content :) i do reblog posts in my other fandoms frequently!!
my au is a passion project ive been working on for about four years now. i appreciate any and all suggestions and/or criticism!
PLEASE do not repost my art on other platforms :') even with credit, im not comfortable with my art being on other socials without my knowledge or consent.
about my au:
Q: Can I make fanart?
A: of course!! be sure to tag me so i see it :3 i love fanart of my AUs and characters
Q: Can I make fan designs/redesigns?
A: go ahead!! if i like a design i might take some elements and add it to my own... hehe
Q: Are there canon ships?
A: yes! the main ones are goldencacao, purelily, windherb, and many others. HOWEVER i know some shadowvanilla enjoyers are curious, and while i do ship it, they likely won't be canon in this au unless i duplicate them in the future (with those new costumes out i might cook something... hehe
briefly, I want to mention: my ask box is open! you may ask questions about the au, my thought process, and requesting characters! this au mainly focuses on the kingdom cast, as I don't play ovenbreak and am not caught up on the lore. i will only include ovenbreak characters if i have a headcanon that includes them in a kingdom-characters family tree (ex. roguefort being the child of golden cheese and dark cacao, coffee cookie being the sibling of espresso and latte, etc) or they are present in kingdom as NPCs (ex. millennial tree, fire spirit, dark enchantress)
you can ask for characters from other games, but unless stated otherwise, the character WILL NOT be canon to my au. so sorry :')
since the epic cookies are coming up in the design scheme, requests are open through my ask box! below is a list of characters ive already done:
Hello, my name is Nadin I’m from Gaza. I’m a graphic design graduate. I’m a wife. And now — I’m a mother.
I finished my design studies just before the war began.
I had dreams of starting a small design studio, of making art that told stories. I used to think about colors, fonts, sketches. I used to think about the future.
Then the war came.
And the future became something we tried to hold onto, moment by moment.
On October 22, 2023, I was pregnant when a missile destroyed my husband’s family home.
25 members of our family were killed — his mother, his siblings, his nieces and nephews, children. Entire branches of a family tree gone in seconds.
We were displaced twice after that.
Everything we had disappeared — home, safety, routine, rest.
A few weeks later, I gave birth to our daughter.
There was no crib. No stillness. No celebration.
But she came into the world quietly and beautifully.
And in her eyes, I saw something I hadn’t felt in weeks:
life that still wanted to grow.
Now, I spend my days holding her and trying to build a world around her that doesn’t shake with explosions.
We don’t know what comes next.
There is no clear path. We are walking toward the unknown, step by step — with our daughter in our arms and hope as our guide.
🧡 How You Can Help
This is why I’m asking for support. Not for comfort — but for survival.
To help care for one baby girl who entered the world after everything else collapsed.
My name is Nadin, and I’m a mother from Gaza.
If you can spare anything, it will help us:
Cover basic needs, so we can breathe and heal
Support a path toward even the smallest stability in a place that has none
My husband manages the donations securely through a U.S.-registered Stripe account.
Everything is converted to USDT and exchanged here in Gaza.
The rates are difficult — $100 becomes only 195 shekels (July 2025) — but we use every shekel carefully, with full transparency and documentation.
🎨 Sharing a Piece of Me
I want to share more than my need.
Over the next few weeks, I’ll begin posting some of my graphic designs from before the war.
They are pieces of who I was — and who I still am.
They may not be perfect, but they hold something real:
my story before the silence, and my belief that beauty can still live alongside survival.
If you’ve made it this far, thank you.
If you can give — thank you.
And if you can’t, just sharing this post is a form of support I will never forget.
My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.
I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.
I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
I need her to. To be so protective of her loved ones. To be able to crush someone’s skull between her hands so easily. I just. I just need her. I think I hauve Covid.
I know that Hollyberry had suffered from post-war trauma for a time, leading to depression and prolonged drunkenness to the point of neglecting her country
But I didn't expect that to be when Royal Berry was so young
