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Scars
Oc x Canon Body Worship Drabble
Fandom: Cookie Run
Oc: Coconut Rum Cookie ( @gloryraiin )
Canon: Kumiho Cookie
It was bright. Bright and warm. The perfect day for laying down out on the grass, feeling as the sun warms their bodies. Kumiho is laying against Rum’s exposed chest, cheek pressing against skin, and eyes lingering on one of the many scars that marred her beloved’s skin. Slowly, she stuck out her hand, her fingers ghosting against the scar as she traced over the jagged shape.
“Somethin' caught yer eye, love?” Kumiho glanced up, her red eyes catching with the singular golden eye that Rum popped open. She didn’t respond right away, instead drifting her attention to the lightened mark that stretched diagonally across Rum’s face.
Kumiho hums, “Just your scars…” she admits as she reaches up to brush her thumb against the tail end of Rum’s facial scar. “They fascinate me.”
She doesn’t miss the way her face scrunches under the touch. She knew the story behind that scar was less than pleasant compared to the others that the crocodile would actively brag about. Kumiho hated that Rum had to endure the events that led to her face and chest being scarred. Marooning… such a harsh thing for such a loyal and loving being to go through.
The laugh that Rum gives is nothing short of awkward. “In a good way?”
“Yes,” Kumiho says as she sits up and cradles Rum’s face. “They make me wonder about everything you’ve gone through.” Leaning down, she presses a gentle kiss on the bridge on her nose, right where the scar is. “You’ve told me stories,” she says against her skin, “but they don’t do anything to show how strong you had to be…” Her kisses continue to slowly move up the scar. “This must have really hurt…” Kumiho pulls away, looking down at Rum, who closed her eyes sometime between her kisses.
Rum takes a deep breath, opening them again with a sad smile. "Nothin’ I couldn't handle," she said quietly.
“Exactly.” Kumiho lets go of Rum’s face, situating herself to lay on her chest yet again, this time tracing the giant scar right across it. “There’s no need to be embarrassed that you survived…” Kumiho placed a few butterfly kisses against her chest scar. “I love your scars because sometimes, I find myself wondering…”
“Wonderin’ wha’?”
“Would we have met if you didn’t earn, no, survive every single one of these scars?”
Rum was silent, and even though Kumiho couldn’t see her face, she could feel and hear her breath hitch. There was silence for a moment, the only sound being the wind entangling itself with the leaves, causing them to dance in unison. They laid there, listening, as silence took over them.
There was a deep breath, Rum’s chest rising, as she spoke up, "Can nah say I 'ave an answer for dat..." Her hand goes to rest on Kumiho’s back, almost like she’s trying to convince herself that she’s there. Still, Kumiho smiles as she feels the weight on her back and she closes her eyes, pressing a few more kisses to the scars on Rum’s chest.
“Then let me love your scars,” Kumiho says with a giggle, “because they may just be the reason I’m able to lay on you like this.”
Rum laughs, a bit heartier this time and Kumiho doesn’t need to look up to know that she’s smiling. “Sometimes I wish I could say no t' ye,” she says, her claws gently rubbing circles onto her back. “But I jus' can nah find it in me t' do dat.”
Kumiho smiles, tracing another scar, “I know you can’t. That just means you’ll let me love your scars even more.”
Stretch Mark Body Worship
Pink Brigadeiro (Oc @breadnabreadd) x Flor de Maga (Oc belongs to me)
The kids were asleep, the room was silent, the movie they had been playing on the TV had stopped a while ago, so now they were just laying on the couch, looking at each other. Pink Brigadeiros’ head was resting on her stomach and, while she was messing with his hair, he fiddled with the ends of her shirt. Technically, it was his shirt, she just stole it for a moment. She caught a glimpse of her stomach in the mirror while she was changing, and the thought of wearing a shirt that fit around or exposed it made her throat close up.
Luckily, one of his shirts was still laying about, and they at least give the illusion that nothing has changed.
“This is my shirt,” Pink Brigadeiro says casually, rubbing the pink fabric between his fingers. “It looks good on you, but why choose to wear it?” His smirk when he asks is playful, but his eyes show genuine curiosity. Or, more accurately, he wants her to confirm or deny whatever assumption was going through his head.
Flor de Maga looked away. “I just… thought your shirt would be more comfortable after a shower is all,” she lied. “Plus, it was right there, so I just thought ‘why not’…” she chuckles awkwardly, continuing to run her fingers through his hair.
He stares at her, sighing deeply before shaking his head. "Ahh, já sei o que tá rolando,” Pink Brigadeiro mumbles under his breath with a sad smile. He goes from just rubbing the ends of the shirt between his fingers to bunching it up into his fist. When he looks up, his smile is gone but his voice is soft; “May I?”
She can’t help but blush a bit at the question, and nods without much thought.
Slowly, he starts to raise her shirt and embarrassment seeps deep into her skin. “P-Pink Brigadeiro-!” She's not sure why she's surprised, she knew exactly what he was asking to do, yet that doesn't stop Flor de Maga from using her hands to cover her face.
He stops just under her breasts, leaving the bunched up fabric to rest there as he exposes the stomach she was trying to hide. His hands cup her sides. “I wish you didn’t feel like you have to hide these…” Why did his voice sound so sad?
Hesitantly, Flor de Maga drops her hands, but still can’t bring herself to look at him. “They just… there’s so much extra weight now, and the marks make me feel so ugly–”
“Ugly?” The interruption caused her to look at him, and Pink Brigadeiro looks taken aback by the admission like he can’t believe that she would ever find it ugly. “How could you ever think such a thing?” He starts to pepper butterfly kisses against each mark, tracing over them afterwards in reverence that makes Flor de Maga blush violently. “These marks are just proof of your strength,” he says between kisses.
“Pink Brigadeiro…” Flor de Maga whispers, unsure of what to say in response, so he just takes that as permission to keep going.
“These are the vines that grew the most precious of flowers…” Pink Brigadeiro presses another kiss to her stomach before lifting his head up and gazing down with a smile. “E elas são as coisas mais lindas do mundo..."
Her face scrunches up and she tries her best to not let her emotions get the best of her, but that’s been a lot easier said than done. In the end, she fails as her shoulders start to shake and silent tears start to fall.
Noticing the trembling, Pink Brigadeiros’ smile drops and he looks up, freezing when he sees the tears. “What’s wrong?” His hands move to cup her cheek, brushing away the tears as they fall. “Oh, please don’t cry meu amor–”
Flor de Maga laughs, it’s weak and wet, but her smile is wide. “You’re making it really hard not to. Saying all that stuff?” She closes her eyes, pressing her hand against his. “Ever the charmer, you are.”
Putting his free hand beside her so that he didn’t crush her, Pink Brigadeiro moved forward to press his forehead against hers. "Só pra você, meu amor," he says, smile returning.
Even if it doesn’t last, right now, she finally feels okay with the marks on her skin.
Art by @breadnabreadd
Actually making your selfinsert overpowered and friends with all your faves and a hybrid of the coolest species and in a relationship with your crush and the long lost sibling of the villain is called having fun and its cool as fuck
Cuddle Bugs
Oc x Oc
Eloise the Sea Bunny (mine) and Leo the Lionfish (@breadnabreadd)
They hadn't been together very long, barely made it public to the rest of the crew—though they didn't even need to do that since everyone had already seen it coming apparently—so they both felt more comfortable keeping intimate moments to themselves right now, no matter how innocent.
The lights are dim and Eloise is nestled against Leo's side, fiddling with the open vest jacket while his arm is wrapped around her waist. The clothes on her back being the only thing seperating the cool metal from her skin was a thought running rampant in her mind.
Out of her many… many past relationships, she has barely been with anyone who has cyberwares, let alone someone who is almost a full borg the same way Leo was. She had always heard that those who tend to adorn themselves with excessive cyberwares tend to go, well… insane, unstable, psychotic, whatever you want to call it. Point is, she and everyone else were told that they were dangerous beings who let the machines control them.
And most of the time, they were right… not with Leo, however.
When Eloise looks up, seeing the closed eyes of a man definitely not sleeping, she just sees a big old teddy bear that has only ever made her feel safe.
She also sees a face scrunching up, turning away just slightly as cheeks flush and he groans awkwardly under her attention. It makes her smile, giggle even, when Leo's eyes finally open to stare back at her.
"Uh," he starts quietly, trying not to disturb the peaceful air between them, "you're staring really hard… is something the matter…?" Leo always sounds nervous at even the slightest implication something might be wrong, especially when it comes to her.
She never expected to find someone who gets that way about her…
At the lack of answer, Leo sits up a bit, removing his hand from underneath his head and letting it rest beside it instead. Eloise shakes her head, trying to pacify his worry. "No, nothing's the matter, I was merely admiring…" the you hangs in the air, and it only makes Leo glance away. He gets far too shy when she pays any close attention to him that it just makes her want to stare at him more.
Although, her gaze drifts from his face—that is now trying to look away from her—and onto the metal hand that is now free from underneath him. She's never been with someone that has so much cyberware, and she really wants to try something…
Leo sighs, slowly laying back down and starting to close his eyes again. "You say things I'm never prepared for," he murmurs at a volume only they could hear and his hand slowly moves back to the spot behind his head.
She was about to do something that he isn't prepared for, either.
Eloise swiftly moves from her spot at his side, sliding one of her legs over his waist to look down at his reddening face. She was straddling him, and he was struggling to form the words to express whatever was going on in his head. Lucky for him, he didn't need to say anything yet.
"I apologize," Eloise whispers, leaning closer and pressing their bodies against each other, "I've just been wanting to do this for a bit now." Her hand goes from his chest up to the hand that is still right next to his head, the one she has been looking at for a bit. What she does next is easy, something they've done quite a few times by now, actually, so the movements are practiced and smooth.
Her hand touches the cool metal of his palm, gliding up until her fingers interlock with his and he does the same. It's a perfect fit, and she slightly wiggles her hand just to be sure and she hums contently at the confirmation. "Your hand… despite being behind your head this whole time, it's still so cool…" her thumb moves, brushing his index finger continuously. Eloise is aware that, despite there being metal over flesh, Leo can feel everything she is doing as if nothing was different… "you're incredible," she breathes out with a smile.
It's the truth. Everything about him is incredible and she just wants to appreciate all she can, and simply holding his hand is a good enough start.
With her eyes still on Leo's hand, her head rests on his chest, enjoying the way it rises with every deep breath. "Eloise…?" Leo's voice is shakey, nervous or flustered she can't tell. "You can't just—"
"Surprise you like that?" She finishes his sentence, sitting up just to look down at him with a smile. Despite sitting up, she doesn't release his hand, squeezing it slightly instead as if to emphasize the lack of distance between them. "Sorry," Eloise says softly as her other hand moves to cup his cheek, "can you blame me for wanting to admire you?" She presses her lips against his, a soft and gentle kiss that ends with a loving gaze while she pulls away. "It's just so hard to look away…." Honestly, she doesn't know how anyone could.
Eloise gives him another small kiss and when she pulls away, she presses her head against his chest. The metal against her cheek is cool, but she can feel it slowly warming up to match her own body temperature. It's not as uncomfortable as one would initially think, in fact, she quite enjoys resting on top of him like this.
She gives his hand another squeeze and she smiles because, in that moment, it felt just as natural as anything else. A heart beat in his chest, the rhythmic thump soothing to say the least, is enough proof that Leo is different from that nasty category people would throw him in just because of cyberwares he was forced to get to survive.
As if a heart beat wasn't enough, his hand squeezes hers back.
Art by @breadnabreadd
Body Worship Saga
Gift for @gloryraiin
Characters:
Kumiho Cookie
Coconut Rum Cooki
Art by: Gloryraiin
Scars
It was bright. Bright and warm. The perfect day for laying down out on the grass, feeling as the sun warms their bodies. Kumiho is laying against Rum’s exposed chest, cheek pressing against skin, and eyes lingering on one of the many scars that marred her beloved’s skin. Slowly, she stuck out her hand, her fingers ghosting against the scar as she traced over the jagged shape.
“Somethin' caught yer eye, love?” Kumiho glanced up, her red eyes catching with the singular golden eye that Rum popped open. She didn’t respond right away, instead drifting her attention to the lightened mark that stretched diagonally across Rum’s face.
Kumiho hums, “Just your scars…” she admits as she reaches up to brush her thumb against the tail end of Rum’s facial scar. “They fascinate me.”
She doesn’t miss the way her face scrunches under the touch. She knew the story behind that scar was less than pleasant compared to the others that the crocodile would actively brag about. Kumiho hated that Rum had to endure the events that led to her face and chest being scarred. Marooning… such a harsh thing for such a loyal and loving being to go through.
The laugh that Rum gives is nothing short of awkward. “In a good way?”
“Yes,” Kumiho says as she sits up and cradles Rum’s face. “They make me wonder about everything you’ve gone through.” Leaning down, she presses a gentle kiss on the bridge on her nose, right where the scar is. “You’ve told me stories,” she says against her skin, “but they don’t do anything to show how strong you had to be…” Her kisses continue to slowly move up the scar. “This must have really hurt…” Kumiho pulls away, looking down at Rum, who closed her eyes sometime between her kisses.
Rum takes a deep breath, opening them again with a sad smile. "Nothin’ I couldn't handle," she said quietly.
“Exactly.” Kumiho lets go of Rum’s face, situating herself to lay on her chest yet again, this time tracing the giant scar right across it. “There’s no need to be embarrassed that you survived…” Kumiho placed a few butterfly kisses against her chest scar. “I love your scars because sometimes, I find myself wondering…”
“Wonderin’ wha’?”
“Would we have met if you didn’t earn, no, survive every single one of these scars?”
Rum was silent, and even though Kumiho couldn’t see her face, she could feel and hear her breath hitch. There was silence for a moment, the only sound being the wind entangling itself with the leaves, causing them to dance in unison. They laid there, listening, as silence took over them.
There was a deep breath, Rum’s chest rising, as she spoke up, "Can nah say I 'ave an answer for dat..." Her hand goes to rest on Kumiho’s back, almost like she’s trying to convince herself that she’s there. Still, Kumiho smiles as she feels the weight on her back and she closes her eyes, pressing a few more kisses to the scars on Rum’s chest.
“Then let me love your scars,” Kumiho says with a giggle, “because they may just be the reason I’m able to lay on you like this.”
Rum laughs, a bit heartier this time and Kumiho doesn’t need to look up to know that she’s smiling. “Sometimes I wish I could say no t' ye,” she says, her claws gently rubbing circles onto her back. “But I jus' can nah find it in me t' do dat.”
Kumiho smiles, tracing another scar, “I know you can’t. That just means you’ll let me love your scars even more.”
✦ 3... 2... 1... FIGHT!!
Hey guys! Been doing Art Fight this month, so I thought I'd post all the ones I've completed a day! I'm gonna start with one or my favorite ones: Gummy Shark Cookie by @roboticromantic
She was a joy to draw, hehe
Shadow Milk: Haha! Do you enjoy the reminder of life's impermanence brought down upon you by my hand? Blatant destruction is nothing in the face of deception!
Burning Spice: You threaten to burn down my kingdom yet seem to forget that the ashes of war never truly disappear. No matter what you take from me, I will return to destroy that which you've worked so hard to achieve!
Mystic Flour, putting up the game board: I believe that is enough monopoly...
Burning Spice: THAT BLUE JESTER TWINK STOLE MY RAILROAD!
DRAW BURNING SPICE COOKIE AT LEAST ONCE IN YOUR STYLE AND MY LIFE IS YOUR
Throws at your face
Ayo, we got Golden Sapphire ship art? In this economy? Who would have guessed!
Doodles from last week I forgot to post
copy… cat!
Hey guys... I have a new gal and a new OCxCanon ship... this time with Pitaya Dragon and yes I love them dearly
Have a WIP of the Would You Fall In Love With Me Again animatic with Burning Flower (Now to be dubbed Faerie Fire lol)
Moonflower also had a bit of a redesign, so I'll probably finish as much as I can with her original design and that'll be the last of it lol (also, have mercy, this was the first few times I've actually drawn Burning Spice-)
Did you guys ask for GoldenSapphire? No? Too bad, you're getting it.
This is definitely how their first kiss happened. It's too bad that Golden Apple Cookie was very adamant on keeping that kiss in the realm of hypotheticals rather than reality...
Hey, how we like Peacocks? Meet Royal Peacock Cookie! Inspired by Hera, Calypso, Barbie (Island Princess), and Matangi (Moana 2), she's my little legendary wish granter <3