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@randomstoryenjoyer
Hello! Welcome to my WIP!
I’m your average tumblr user that really likes ‘x reader’ scenarios and headcanons, to the point where I’m now making some of my own!
My current fandoms I’m planning on writing for in the future for include:
• Cookie run
•Pizza Tower
•Oddworld (yes, really)
•Plants vs Zombies
… along with a few more niche ones!
If you wish to request me to write something, feel free to! I’ll tell you whether it’s something that I’m happy to write about.
Hey! It's been a while! How are you?
I’ve been feeling more creative this week after a long period of lack of creativity. Writer’s block is less strong now so I’m writing more stuff that I’ve received from my inbox up.
But I’m happy to know I’ve still got readers who like reading my stuff and are willing to wait for new uploads!
Your way of writing is literal Chef's Kiss
Awww, thank you very much! It makes me happy to know you enjoy reading my stuff and my writing style :)
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I remember a long time ago I sent you the idea of the part 2 of the cookie race thing lol...did you ever get it?
Yup, I did and I’m currently working on it.
The reason why I’ve been taking so long with updates at this point is mostly because after seeing how many people liked the first part, it makes me want to try and deliver a sequel that actually manages to live up to the initial plot I set up.
So once again, for any of my followers and other people who are still waiting for my to make a part 2 to the witch’s game, know that it is coming eventually :D
(It's fine if you don't want to do this but-)
Can. I please request a Pitaya, Ananas and Longan. Cookie with a dying reader in there hands who only smiled up at them telling them there last words to take care of themselves, stay safe, and not continue being(insert one of the dragon's flaw) and they love them and kissed hem before they went to the other side?
(PS: GN Reader and the fact Pitaya, Longan and Ananas Cookie is panicking about there S/O leaving them wanting to save them but fails)
“Please, Pitaya… take care of yourself, stay safe… and please don’t be so belligerent to everyone else anymore. Treat them with kindness like the one you treated me with… I love you”
This would be one of the few times Pitaya Dragon Cookie would shown any other emotion besides excitement, anger, or the unquenchable desire for a good fight. Ever since Pitaya Cookie had met their beloved, their original thoughts about weak little pieces of dough called cookies had started to change, though they couldn’t properly understand why their thoughts were being influenced so greatly ever since they had laid their eyes upon you. What Pitaya Dragon Cookie started understanding, however, was the feelings that they felt towards you specifically. They liked these feelings! They found themselves becoming attached to you like they never had to anybody else before, and your presence became even more endearing when you actually began to reciprocate their feelings as well! Life was greater than ever for them with you by their side, providing him with something else to look forward to besides endless sparring with anybody they wanted to.
But you can’t expect to last long in a relationship with the fearsome red dragon themselves…
Maybe the endless sweltering heat present within Pitaya’s lair finally caught up to you, maybe they got too careless in during one of their sparring matches and ‘trainings’, or maybe for some other reason at all that only you knew, Pitaya Dragon Cookie would yet again be reminded of how easily cookies crumble, and in the worst way possible this time.
The thought of you leaving them in such a horrid manner pained them deeply, Pitaya Dragon Cookie couldn’t control themselves as they refused to accept what was happening, the panicked tones of their voice sounding more unnatural than ever for someone like them. As you those painful yet truthful words slowly leave your mouth, their widened eyes meet yours, and the kiss you two share makes everything else feel non-existent for just that moment; Pitaya Dragon wished with al their heart that it wouldn’t end, just for the futile hope of you not leaving them so soon.
They promise right there and then to take your words to heart in a bid to ensure your final moment with them is a special one.
Their beloved deserves no less…
Ever since then, any cookies that visited the Dragon Valley and Pitaya Dragon Cookie’s lair would have meet a a dragon cookie that acted slightly different than the legends had described them. They were more pacified, often willing to calm down when needed, and the odd sentiment of longing for something missing was always present around their every move.
Without their endless belligerence, Pitaya Dragon Cookie’s life took a different turn after their loss of you. But it was a price they’d always be more than willing to pay if it meant honouring your last words!
“Please, Ananas… take care of yourself, stay safe… and please don’t be so self-absorbed anymore. Treat others with the same care you treated me with… I love you”
In this moment, themselves would be the dead last thing Ananas would dare to think about. Their focus stolen by you and you only, their entire being shaky as they kneeled besides you, and their mighty, proud voice reduced to a hushed tone.
Their beloved had been an essential part of Ananas’s pride. Though they were often too focused on keeping up their“holier-than-thou” image, they still always cared about his you as much as all their other treasures, maybe even more so. Their islands were your home right next to their side, and they were content with living out their days with the cookie than truly made them feel like the mighty, high being they knew they were
So why was this happening? Why was their most precious treasure of all being torn away from them like this?
They were more than ready to do anything within what their vigour and riches allowed them to do in order to save your untimely demise. But much to their dismay, they knew that it didn’t matter whether what was affecting you was a disease, fatal wound, or even something like a nasty curse; everything they tried had failed, no matter what their position as a dragon allowed them to do or achieve.
In a sense, it’s as if losing you was them being humbled. He saw himself as one of the most superior cookies cookies in Earthbread, yet in this very moment he was as powerless as the feeble cookies below him.
Anger turns into sombreness as his hands hold you close to his scales in your final moments before you go to the other side…
Ananas’s benevolence over the Pineapple Isle’s inhabitants and visitors would increase by tenfold since that fateful day, except for defilers, of course. Cookies who found themselves in trouble or in need of help near their lands would now be graced with the endless assistance of the prideful yet considerate golden figure that passed in the sky more often than ever before, increasing the joy of all who were amongst their mighty presence, but only a few handful of cookies would only ever know the reason why.
Though whether the dragon’s new behaviours were simply a sign of respect for the last wishes of their deceased dearest, or a sign of the desire to truly become a less self-centred person not just for their dearest but for all those he watched over, or a sign of something else entirely, nobody would ever truly know. Interpretations are something left to an individual, and only Ananas Dragon Cookie would ever know for sure.
“Please, Longan… take care of yourself, stay safe… and please don’t view other cookies so negatively anymore. Treat them all with the same warmth you always showed me… I love you”
Out of the three, Longan Dragon Cookie would probably seem to be the most composed on the outside, focusing on simply staying with you for your final moments and making sure you felt loved ‘til the end.
But on the inside, the Ivory Dragon would also be the one who would feel the most pain out of three over your passing. Why did the one cookie that somehow achieved the impossible and gained the Longan’s affections, out of all the pathetic and petty wastes of crumbs that plagued the lands, have to be the one to fall and crumble helplessly?
After all, Longan Dragon Cookie was nothing short of the highest authority on Earthbread. in their eyes, every single occurrence and event that ever happened only happened because they currently allowed it to, and they can take anything away from existence as quickly as it had been granted. And yet now they were the ones having to suffer having something taken away from them, for you to slip away from their watchful eyes without their agreement.
As you lay there in their hold, your weary eyes barely even able to open anymore, your view is met with the gaze of the Ivory Dragon’s draconic eyes soften in a way you hadn’t ever witnessed before. His lack of words are more telling than anything he could even say in the moment - you know they desperately want nothing more than to find a way to save you of your fate, but the culmination of past failures over this has already proved to them the ugly truth. Instead, the warm feelings of their lips gently making contact with the dough on your forehead are the last thing you feel before all your senses fall into a gentle numbness…
Ever since that mournful day, Longan Dragon Cookie found themselves at a loss of of a plan for the future. Reclaiming the nostalgic past felt meaningless is it was a past he would have to experience without you. Cookies from all over the land would inexplicably breathe easier at the subconscious feeling that the unstoppable fire threatening to change the landscape had finally been extinguished, and had now been replaced with the mournful embers of grief.
Longan Dragon Cookie knew that someday, the fire of desire for their original goal would someday return, but for now, they were content with simply following your last words and not turning any cookies into stone. Only when they lost their beloved did the dragon ever truly experience what if felt like to be one of those pathetic little crumbs littering all over Earthbread, and the memories of your time with them would always remain latched onto their cold heart.
(phew, finally managed to finish a prompt-)
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Oh my gosh! I forgot I sent this in...oh I love it so much! Hey I got a bit of an idea for part 2 if you wanna write a part 2! Or, if you got ideas of your own, I could just request a part 2 and let ya take full control lol!
Sure, hit me up with your ideas
Also sorry everyone for inactivity and long wait times, life has been getting in the way
Hey I love your stories and your 'white lily's fall' gave me an idea for a request...for a story!
Imagine a witch (y/n) at first baked cookies to try to make a friend but as they kept running away...it gave y/n an idea! If they run away...why not make a track and make em race? So now y/n bakes them to either run a normal race or an obstacle course race to the window to escape amd y/n even put something under their window to cushion their fall so they wouldn't crumble and can simply run out to join the cookie world! Also the obstacles are harmless and not deadly like if they fail an obstacle, they just land on something soft and can walk over to some stairs or a ladder and try again! Ofcourse the finish line is the window!
Oh and whenever they race, y/n chooses one cookie to cheer on as they sit to the side, watching, and hopes that said cookie wins the race...again for entertainment! Maybe they even pretend to be a racing announcer as they race!
And imagine if other cookies found out...like, one possible idea is DE flying along, plotting against the witches when they suddenly hear hearing like: "AAAAAND RED ICING COOKIE MANAGED TO JUMP OVER THAT MASSIVE GAP! SO IMPRESSIVE! THE CROWD IS GOING WILD!" followed by y/n trying to impersonate a crowd cheering like crazy! So DE goes to investigate aaaaand finds Y/n racing cookies instead of eating them! Or maybe some other cookie like gingerbrave finds them! Just some ideas but can't wait to see what you come up with for this concept and curious what ideas you'll have lol!
Possible to add on, putting this possible add on here incase ya wanna add it: Y/n also keeps track of the races and the winners in a book and also timed it to see which cookie they've baked is the fastest and if a cookie read the book, they'll know that y/n raced cookies LOTS of times!
The Witch’s game
Rugelach Cookie’s breath hitched as they swerved left to right, their little legs scuttering as fast as they ever had before… he was so close to the end… all that was left was to…
”AAAAAND TRAGEDY STRIKES! RUGELACH COOKIE HAS FALLEN DOWN! HERE COMES COCONUT FLAKE COOKIE TO SNAG THE WIN!”
With the finish line crossed and window reached, Coconut Flake Cookie stood proud and delighted as he received the witch’s praise, eventually jumping out the window. Rugelach Cookie was left to get back up and head back to his place, however, if one looked closely, they could see that he was hiding a giddy smile…
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Due to being a witch, your life consisted mostly of isolation, except for the odd meeting with other fellow witches here and there. Thus, you came up with the idea of creating your own friends by baking cookies to give life to! It was an easy goal to achieve… if not for the fact that every cookie you baked always ran away and jumped out the window.
This kept going for multiple baking sessions, each one making you more annoyed when the results showed no sign of changing. Eventually though, it began to make sense to you. No matter their size or origins, living cookies were still as much as individuals as anybody else, little creatures with a desire to leave the nest and live a life of their own, instead of being stuck inside a witch’s kitchen with a giant being looming over them. It was just something you had to accept.
This led to a new idea develop: if they insisted on running, why not put them through a race? From then on, your lair became a small race arena. All you needed to set up was a long path that led to the window as the finish lane, and then fill it with many different types of (non-lethal) obstacles for each race. The first cookie to reach the window would have the prize of being able to jump out of it and live in the outside world! You didn’t actually know what the cookies did in the outside world, but it didn’t really bother you.
Between races, the cookies you baked would get their own resting village inside your lair, where they could all gather around and interact with one another, most conversations being about what laid outside the windows of your lair… what existed below the glimmering moon and stars they saw every night…
As for you, you decided to make the most out of your idea, sitting to the side during the races and choosing a specific cookie to cheer on, acting like a wild crowd. The first contestant cookies you baked were a bit confused at your odd actions, but eventually began to even enjoy them.
Oh, enjoy them they eventually did. It soon got to the point where the racing cookies would begin getting weirded out if you didn’t act like a crowd going wild over the contestants. Your cheers and howls of excitement directed at them soon became the main motivation for being willing to take part in the races, to the point that they sometimes even forgot what they even were originally racing for!
Slowly but surely, talks amongst the cookies every night in the resting village shifted from wonders about the outside world to gushing over the the witch in the audience seats, mostly led by the very first racing cookies that you had baked. More recently baked cookies were swift to join the talks about you, but it was the older ones who truly prided themselves knowing the most about the witch who baked them.
Many cookies soon began seeing the races in a different light: why would they want to go to the outside world when they had you and your praises in this cozy home? Surely staying with you wouldn’t be that bad as originally thought!
During these last few days, you’ve started noticing how… clumsy some of the cookies were during the race. A bit slow of slow running, a few of them missing a some.simple jumps, and taking extra long to get back to the racetrack once they failed an obstacle… and the numbers of the cookies doing it increased day by day. Despite the fact that it opened up a bigger chance for cheers and announcements from your audience stand, it still felt a bit suspiciously random.
If only you knew just how much your presence and cheers meant to your cookies at this point…
However, these didn’t end up being the only cookies that were aware of your races, as new ones would soon know about you…
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Dark Enchantress Cookie was busy scouting out the area with her cake witch carrying her as always, looking for more places to build her cake army in while the rest of the cookies of darkness were busy with her other demands, when she suddenly heard a loud cheer from not too far away.
Her instincts very much telling her that this voice she heard was a dreadful witch, she made her way to the source of the sound a fast as she possibly could, expecting to see what she had seen during the fateful night of the witches.
Instead, all she found was a witch… watching cookies run from one place to another?
She stood there, just watching the scene unfold. The excited look on the cookie’s faces, the enthusiasm of the witch, the complete lack of any cruelty of mischievousness on the witch’s voice and actions. It didn’t make any sense to her at all. Witches weren’t like this. They weren’t meant to be! She saw it all in the night of the witches!
She remained still for so long that her cake witch had began to stare at her with slight discomfort, wondering why its master had gone stiff for such a long time.
Dark Enchantress Cookie remained quiet within her mixed thoughts. Seeing cookies who weren’t baked with the intention to be eaten seemed to have rattled her mind a bit. After all, her view on the witch’s uses for cookies was the whole reason she had become who she was. But now, her initial plans for Earthbread seemed to have a small flaw in it. Unprepared for this extra factor in her equation
Leaving the area before she got any more hooked onto the ongoing scene, Dark Enchantress Cookie planned to order her subordinates to come visit in this place frequently… and to inform her all they find out about you specifically.
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With sightings of the cookies of darkness having been reported around this area, Gingerbrave had decided to come check this place out, trying to find out what the COD’s plans in this area were.
What he didn’t expect to run into however, was the lair of a witch! His mind already bringing him flashbacks of his very first living moments, he felt tempted to just run away instantly, and yet, something in his mind kept telling him to explore this new landmark. The vibe he got from this place was… unexpected, for lack of a better word.
Imagine his surprise when, instead of seeing the worst kind of cookie torture devices or other scariest stuff that he could think of, the first thing he saw was a small village full of many cookies who were all excitedly discussing something! He was too far to hear them properly, but judging from all the chatter, it was clear they were all discussing about the same thing.
Deciding to keep exploring, he’d carry on sneaking, now laying his eyes upon every nook and cranny of his surroundings, until he jumped in surprised at the sudden loud voice:
“GOOD MORNING, COMPETITORS! WHO’S READY FOR THE NEXT RACE?!”
Peeking out of cover, Gingerbrave’s eyes widened as he took in the view. Many of the cookies from the small resting village were all lining up to the race track, all cheering and looking up at the witch that had announced the start of the race.
Once it began, his eyes almost sparkled when he saw it all. All the cookies running, looking like they were having the time of their lives, and the loud cheers you were giving towards the racing cookies, it almost made him feel a bit sad and jealous that he wasn’t a part of it…
Too distracted by the ongoing event, Gingerbrave accidentally knocked into a book that fell down in front of him and opened. Curious by your handwriting on it, he skimmed a few pages and realised that this book recorded all the races you had ever had… you’ve been doing this for a long time! And he and the rest of his fellow cookies of Earthbread weren’t aware of you? The very first nice witch in probably forever?
Beginning to see this place in a new light, he began coming up with a plan to tell his friends about this new discovery… and possibly to sneak into your lair again and maybe try to disguise as your racer cookies too… all for the chance of getting to participate in on the fun, and receiving your wonderful cheers too…
Now you have two groups of cookies sneaking into your races, trying to blend themselves in as a part of the cookies you baked. They were all confident you wouldn’t notice the difference.
You did.
Could ya do the dragon cookies with a reader that has similar powers to a voodoo doll like any injures they get they can make another get
Sorry if this isn’t really an ‘x reader’ if that’s what you wanted, but I tried to keep it positive for some of the dragons
A different type of power
Having been baked with a strange voodoo power, your dough has had this powerful ability for as long as you remember. Any type of injury or curse that befalls upon you is inflicted upon the one that gave you it! While your dough thankfully had a very improved regeneration rate, your attacker wouldn’t be as fortunate as you.
With a dangerous ability such as this, almost all cookies eventually learnt to stay out of your way. But luckily for all of them, you only had a very specific group in mind to pay a visit to…
Pitaya Dragon Cookie would almost be in disbelief upon seeing you march up to his lair in the Dragon’s Valley and challenging him to fight, due to the fact that you were not armed or wearing any kind of armour. Determined to punish you for the under serving ego you showed, he was already charging towards you and striking you on your torso… only to feel an excruciating pain on his torso the second his weapon made contact with you.
By the time it was all over, Pitaya Dragon Cookie would be in full disbelief. How could such a weak-looking cookie manage to defeat him without even fighting back?! From then on, he’d view you in both respect and resentment. On one hand, you had managed to show him power through different means than sheer strength or agility, but on the other hand… he hated how you were able to defeat him without even having to properly fight. It felt like cheating, and yet he still finds himself wanting to continue holding spars against you. While he doesn’t really care how your voodooism works, he’s actually become quite happy with its existence, as it finally gives him a challenge that he plans on overcoming eventually.
Ananas Dragon Cookie was no different, his eyebrow already twitching in visible anger as you strolled up to him so causally, as if you were daring to insult his grand lair and presence. All tolerance towards you was basically non-existent from the start, and it only got worse once he discovered why his attacks towards you were only causing him pain. It enrages him, how such a lowly cookie like yourself was able to make a fool out of the mighty dragon that he was and get away with it due to repelling back any sense he tried to knock into you.
He has his islands, his lair, his power and his influence over the denizens of the islands, while all you have is your little voodooism, and yet you were able to control him so effortlessly? He couldn’t dare retaliate against your utter disrespect, as small marks from when he first attacked you were still visible in his body. With his ego shattered thanks to the your power, don’t expect to be met with a warm welcome whenever you decide to visit his islands again.
Lotus Dragon Cookie could already sense your unusual presence from the second you stepped onto their paradise. To your surprise, you were summoned to their palace by Hydrangea Cookie, where the dragon started asking you about your strange aura, seeming to be genuinely curious for the first time in a long while.
Eventually, with all the information she gained about your power, she’s pleasantly intrigued and surprised with this new revelation. How did this happen to you and how could she use this voodooism energy for herself? You’ll always be invited back to the palace whenever your return to the Lotus Paradise go have yet another interrogation chat with the Dragon, but she isn’t on planning on telling you the plan that she was hiding behind these meet-ups with you…
Unsurprisingly, your encounter with Lychee Dragon Cookie resulted in nothing but sheer irritation from the dragon’s. It’s bad enough that they can’t try to fight you, as their body is not used to receiving pain due to how little they’ve ever actually had to take a fight seriously, but they can’t even get you to fall under their charm as well, as goodness knows what would happen to them if they did. Would they be stuck as a mindless slave to themselves? They absolutely did not want to test out their theory at all.
Lychee Dragon Cookie now has to endure you whenever you visit their lair and do whatever you want just to spite them. You were just a pathetic cookie, and yet you were able to one-up them like this?! This lead to them becoming more determined to find a way to bypass your voodoo powers so that you fall under their charm once and for all. They dream of the day that they’ll put you in your rightful place, adoring them like all the others in their cave…
Longan Dragon Cookie had already taken notice of your existence long before you even approached their Lustrous Palace, but meeting you face to face was one of the more… displeasurable moments of their entire existence, to put it lightly. They see you as the biggest flaw in their great plan, knowing very well that turning you into stone would cause the same to happen to themselves. They craved the chance of using their strength to outright destroy you altogether, but it was still too risky, for who knows what might happen to them then if they reduced your body to crumbs
In the end, the unstoppable force has finally met the immovable object. Your presence had the eruptive effect of truly enraging the Ivory Dragon for what may be the first time in forever, and they it took them some effort to still be able to hold you in the same regard as all other cookies. You’re weak. Pathetic. A waste of space. And yet your darned voodoo powers are holding him back from fully achieving the nostalgic past. Although their expression hasn’t changed at all, behind their eyes is the most ferocious, scorching hate directed towards you specifically.
And so, your journey came to a finish. However, tales of the cookie who managed to stand against the legendary dragons and survive spread all over Earthbread, causing a wave of ruckus and inspiration for the next few months in places such as the Dragon City…
If you do pvz requests, may I request romantic headcanons for Red Stinger?
Gender neutral human reader pls
Sorry I took so long to write this one, hope you still like it! Uploads should be more consistent after this!
Red Stinger x Reader
Having a romantic relationship with a plant is the last thing you’d expect to be doing, but a real zombie apocalypse already occurred before this happened, so you probably shouldn’t have been too surprised for something else absurd to occur.
When not busy fighting zombies, this lovable red plant is always close to you, gushing on about how happy he is to have someone like you, and constantly asks you what you think of his attack styles and flexibility skills. He already knows the answer, he just loves hearing you say it again!
Often also brings you to hang out with his Lost City plant pals, although it seems like he’s just showing you off or bragging about having managed to have a romantic relationship with a human no less. But his pals don’t mind him too much, they know that deep down, he’s always just really excited and grateful for your companionship.
You’ve started noticing he’s been doing his regular stretching exercises much more often than before, namely whenever you’re nearby. His determined face is practically begging you to just keep admiring him. He usually doesn’t stop pushing himself until you reassure him that he doesn’t have to break his stem trying to impress you at every turn!
But that doesn’t stop him from trying to convince you to join him in his morning stretches though all the time…
Whenever the zombies attempt an attack on your home, however, his demeanour becomes more courages and determined than ever. He always makes sure he’s giving his all to the fight, firing out his petals, stingers and lasers with such intensity that few other plants in your garden can match. He doesn’t care how much strain and zombies bites this puts him in, he’s not losing you…
By the end of it all, when it’s time to rest in preparation for the next attack, this plant is already clinging to you again, waiting for your praise, and maybe even a little kiss in reward! Don’t worry, any affection you show to him, he’s already giving it back tenfold! He just wants one more kiss, promise!
Unfortunately, privacy is something that you don’t have much of anymore. Red stinger is a plant that needs a lot of attention due to his disposition and he’s always thinking about you whenever he’s not within his preferred closeness range. Sometimes you’ve even managed to spot him hiding in a corner in his defensive form, trying to still have your company even in moments you wanted to be by yourself for a little while.
Your life has been much more intense and exciting after the apocalypse started, and your relationship with Red Stinger has only made it even more exhilarating than before. But don’t let that put you off, he’s as both caring as he is thrilling to you! He can’t wait for the day the zombies are defeated, as it will mean more time to spend with you!
Damn, writing for pvz has been a little bit harder than I thought it would be. But I’m still working on it cuz all fics I’ve done so far have only been cookie run.
(Oddworld Abe fic is also in progress too!)
White Lily Cookie’s fall
One of my AU ideas where there are very few witches left!
You sighed to yourself, sweat running down your forehead as you were busy at work. Your hands and fingers were sore from all the baking and finesse you endured for as long as you can remember, and were still holding onto the tray you had placed down on the table, full of a new batch of freshly baked cookies.
Today was the Night of the Witches, or at least it was meant to be. There were barely any witches anymore for reasons your brain had given up trying to understand a long time ago. Was it perhaps from the constant persecution from non-magic humans? Had many of them given up their magic ways? You had already accepted the fact that you would most likely never find out. Already shunned by both the wizards and non-magic society, this only serves to convince you that you didn’t deserve to have survived this great witch-disappearance. Your destiny to being left alone in the dark had already been set in stone ever since your loneliness overtook you.
Despite these modern circumstances, you had still decided to honour the nostalgic past, where once in every thousand years, all witches and sorceresses and sorcerers and whatnot would meet together in this very table. And now, your only company was the ultimate dough, as it continued churning and bubbling alongside the banquet table like it always did.
As you continued to stare down at the cookies you had baked, all of them absurd and colourful in their own ways, your memories continued to flood in. Ever since you were on your own in the world of magic, you became obsessed with the art of magic culinary. If you couldn’t connect with other humans, maybe you could create your own beings to connect with? You had began baking cookies to give life to in an attempt to make your own friends and companions, working towards achieving in creating what your mind called the ‘perfect cookie’. However, the other witches soon picked up on this habit of yours and started doing it themselves, but only with the intention of eating the living cookies they baked. This difference of viewpoints between you and and the small rest of them also ended up leaving you isolated from the rest of the witches left, which only served to make your loneliness worse.
And to make matters worse, no matter how nice you tried to be, or how much genuine care you had put into every dough or frosting you had fabricated, every single cookie you baked ended up running away from you, screaming in fear and making a run for it every time you took your eyes off them. This carried on for years, and you were surprised the mental toll of constant rejection and failure from your creations hadn’t left you insane yet. At this point, the ‘perfect cookie’ would simply be the one that wasn’t scared of you.
And so, here you were, baking cookies for the millionth time all alone during the Night of the Witches. You kept staring down at the tray, waiting for the life powder’s effects to kick in, until the cookies began to blink and sit up from the tray they laid upon. You stiffened up, hoping this special night would pity you and grant you the wish you so desperately wanted, but soon enough, the little cookies below you were already screaming in shock and cowering away from you, many probably getting ready to make a run for it the first chance they got. Even on the Night of Witches, you hadn’t made any progress on managing to create the ‘perfect cookie’.
If this was any other day, you’d probably just let them run off and back yet another new batch. But today, in the Night of Witches itself, something finally snapped after you after the constant agonising failures throughout the years. This was your destiny, wasn’t it? Being forgotten and left alone by everybody, passing away eventually and not leaving behind a single trace of yourself. Nobody else cared about you. Not even your own creations! You could feel your teeth begin to grind together and your hands beginning to clench as you stared down at your little creations all still looking up at you in horror, your mind filled with too much anger at this point to even calm down. They wanted to fear you? You were going to give them a good reason to fear you
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You finally regained your senses after your outburst, realising your state and surroundings. Your section of the banquet table was now littered with cookie crumbs, jam splattered everywhere. Your hands were sticky with the amount of jam splotches on them, and your cheeks were puffed up from the amount of mushed up cookie dough inside your mouth…
You hastily got up from your seat, pouring yourself a glass of brew to wash down your meal with. During that, your heard a small and rather traumatised voice coming from your banquet table spot, and turned around to see a small white and green cookie with pale dough panically saying something to whatever remains of your baked cookies were left on the tray, but they were all probably too paralysed from what happened to even notice anything that the green and white cookie was saying…
Wait a minute… what was that on her staff… a green fleur-de-lis?! You remember baking that! This was one of the first ever cookies you ever baked, you’d never forget how difficult it was to bake those special solid jams before giving up after doing it 5 times. What was she doing here? Had she been hiding here during the Night of the Witches? Had she seen your outburst?
You hastily began to approach her, as she noticed you doing so, beginning to back away from you with the same traumatised look in her eyes. However, this led to her to fall from the banquet table… and straight into the ultimate dough.
You tried to catch her mid-fall, but to no avail. Thus, you now stood over the purple mass, having observed her sink down into it. Your thoughts quickly began shifting from worry into morbid curiosity. What did you have to lose at this point? And thus, you began baking her straight from the inside of the ultimate dough itself, in hopes of the result being different than all your previous attempts, almost suffering from a burst of adrenaline as a result from your initial shock, which kept you reaching out for the nearest ingredients you could use.
A dose of concentrated dark magic, a mix of scarlet pomegranate syrup amongst many other things, this soon became the most ferocious and emotional baking you’ve ever done in your life. Your hands were reaching a new level of soreness from the sheer speed of you mixing the dough; sweat and tears dropping from your face and into the mixture, as if you were pouring your entire concentration, your entire emotions, your entire soul into this one cookie as she was mercilessly mixed and sloshed inside the ultimate dough.
Until…
The surroundings and skies shifted and turned into a boiling red colour, as the cookie raised from the ultimate dough, the magnitude of this reaction even causing other nearby cakes you had baked for yourself to gain sentience from the amount of life powder you had scattered during your baking and outburst.
The small cookie seemed much more sinister than ever, with her new red and black clothes, purple dough, horns protruding from her head, and her large black crimson cape. What was she even holding on one of her hands?
She immediately started cackling and attempted to use her newfound powers to scare you, but they were very similar to the dark magic you had started to use a long whole ago and were more experienced as, so it didn’t take much effort to overpower her and prevent her from defeating you. Despite this, her expression and disposition didn’t change in the slightest, as she simply stared up at you and spoke with a sinister voice that sent shivers down your spine.
“My my, you’re a rather interesting witch, aren’t you, creator? Despite seeming so powerful, I can sense you’re scared. You’re unstable. How amusing.”
Your breathing hitches slightly as she speaks, your body stiffening up again as you stared down at her
“I must thank you though. This new body you gave me, along with your powers… how refreshing! But I feel more than beyond that… what are these memories you gave me, hm?”
You began to wonder if you really had accidentally given her part of your soul and memories from how emotional you were during the whole ordeal…
“My whole perception of our purpose as cookies was shattered when I saw your little act, creator! But your memories tell me this was a simple one-off, all other witches only making cookies to be eaten?! Awww, they left you alone for this, did they? And now you’re trapped in this endless spiral of depression and loneliness? How pathetic!”
Your hands began to clench together again as the little cookie continued.
“Well, I’ll tell you that the witches were wrong! I reject this so called destiny! And you should reject your pitiful fate like I have too! ARISE!”
Your nearby newly-living cakes began slowly gathering around you two, but you were too busy still staring down at her to notice them and their howls.
“Why bother accepting the morbid future you’re headed towards? I’m glad to have reunited with you, creator! Your memories tell me that all other cookies you baked all rejected your acceptance and love? They were all not thankful for the life you bestowed them, and neither were the witches that learnt how to bake cookies from you! We’ve both got common enemies; so if you join me… you’ll get your revenge. You’ll make this world burn with me and show everyone the consequences of having abandoned you!”
Despite the fear you developed at this point, the more she spoke, the more… familiar she felt to be close to. You realised that she must hold part of your inner self too; it wasn’t just an illusion when you felt like your emotions and thoughts were being mixed with the ultimate. She’s practically a side of yourself, one that was born from the horrid suffering and emotions that were built up over the years. She was the you that you were hiding away from the world…
And this only led to new emotions developing as the darkness built up around us both. Her words had made you feel lighter, indescribably glad, with a new unhealthy happiness oozing out of your tired heart. Every single word she said stuck to your mind like glue, and you found yourself falling for her words more with each passing second.
Instinctively, you held out your hand, which she was more than happy to descend and stand on the palm of your hand, still staring up at you with the same frightening smirk on her face as you stare down at her. As the darkness kept swirling around you both and your cake creations further, you were only able to tell yourself one thing:
From this point on, your life would never be the same…
Hey Can I request a scenario where a gingerbrave, his friends, and pure vanilla cookie get save by the reader/Spider-cookie
Plot: After GingerBrave and his friends Recruited Moonlight cookie they decided they needed a break. so they decided to visit new dough city with pure vanilla cookie by their side (because if I remember correctly mostly everyone is a child besides chili pepper I think) but they were not expecting some members of the cookies of darkness to be there and with some members from the sinister 6. They tried beating them but there were too many of them to take down. They are now cornered in a alleyway thinking that they are in danger but then new dough city's hero Spider-cookie arriving in the speed of time.
Your friendly neighbourhood Spider Cookie! (Spider-Man reader)
Idk what variation of the sinister six is the main one so I’ll just use the original one
It’s been a few days since the whole ordeal at the City of Wizards, and with yet another ally on their side, Gingerbrave’s gang was finally starting to get a bit tired from the constant ordeals they’ve went through with each of their previous quests.
So, in order to take a well deserved break, the whole group had taken a trip to New Dough City, which was a recently founded small metropolis with architecture so grand that it even rivalled that of places such as the Crème Republic. Pure Vanilla was tagging along with the group to stay by their side due to Chili Pepper Cookie making it clear more than once that she was going to be spending most of her time pickpocketing unsuspecting citizens of the city. Besides, he was also interested on visiting this new place that he barely knew anything about, even warning it of the looming danger of Dark Enchantress Cookie if need be.
However, while they were busy admiring the towering skyscrapers and mighty landmarks of the city, Pure Vanilla noticed that many cookies were all running away from the area, screams and howls of panic littering the air. The reason for this became crystal clear once the group saw some few familiar faces…
It was the Cookies of Darkness, again! Pomegranate Cookie, Licorice Cookie and Poison Mushroom Cookie appeared before the group with the same determination as always, but that wasn’t all…
Despite still only having been founded recently, New Dough City was apparently important enough to already have its own team of evil cookies: Doctor Octopus Cookie, Vulture Cookie, Electro Cookie, Kraven Hunter Cookie, Mysterio Cookie, and Sand Cookie! Having teamed up with the Cookies of Darkness for now, they were all wreaking havoc to the streets, daring the group to try and stop them.
Try as they might, Gingerbrave’s gang was not prepared to handle such an advanced group, let alone managing to beat them. Gingerbrave couldn’t even focus on a single target to take down when he was getting assaulted by robotic claws, or getting constantly hit with sand, and trying to juggle it all against Licorice Cookie’s minion horde. Having been pushed back and cornered into an alleyway, Pomegranate Cookie was having the time of her life, claiming about how the darkness would always prevail as it seemed that the Gingerbrave and his friends truly were in danger now, until she heard an odd sound behind her…
Cue a few seconds later, she’s already stuck to the wall, restrained by a sticky substance that resembled a spider’s silk. Licorice Cookie and Poison Mushroom Cookie are confused as to who did this, but the Sinister Six already had enraged expressions as knew very well who had arrived…
New Dough City’s hero: Spider Cookie!
Arriving just in the nick of time with your vibrant red and blue suit, you got straight to business, showcasing your acrobatic skills and doing constant turns around the evil cookies to strike them at high speed. All it took for Licorice was a few jabs and kicks to the head for him to go down and ending up glued to the wall in a web next to Pomegranate Cookie, who was now visibly irritated from your constant taunts and playful remarks against them, as if brawls like these were something you were already more than used to.
Knowing that they had a slim chance to win this fight, the Sinister Six resorted to playing dirty as Mysterio Cookie created a group of illusions to distract the group and Doctor Octopus Cookie used his metallic tentacles to capture Pure Vanilla Cookie with the group exfiltrating from the site. Despite his best efforts, he only managed to get a small distance away from the alleyway before you swung right over to him and shot a web in his face and attached another web to his back, yanking his tentacles away from Pure Vanilla Cookie and launching him into the distance as you let go of the web attached to him.
Pure Vanilla Cookie screamed for help as he fell down from above after the tentacles let go of him, only to suddenly find himself being carried by one of your arms as you swung back to the alleyway with him clinging closely to you. He could already feel his cheeks reddening…
As you got back to the group, Gingerbrave was already running over to you, stars twinkling in his eyes as he gushed about how awesome you were, asking so many questions about you and thanking you for the billionth time for the help. You’re just so cool!
Strawberry Cookie was already pulling her hoodie strings to the limit as she tried to hide her reddening face, feeling very shy and thankful for you having arrived in the nick of time and having saved them.
Wizard Cookie, on the other hand, was extremely fascinated with your web shooters and with how you were able to predict the Sinister Six’s movements so easily. What kind of magic was this?!
As for Custard Cookie |||, he was all over praising you for protecting a great king such as himself, already granting you as many titles he could think of such as “King’s honourable protector”
And Chili Pepper Cookie? She was probably off still swiping from random citizens
Similarly to the group, Pure Vanilla Cookie is also fascinated at your strength and web-shooting skills, getting right up close to you and thanking you diligently for devoting yourself towards keeping New Dough City and other cookies safe. But as he kept contemplating his circling thoughts on his head over you, he remembered something. And judging from Gingerbrave’s face, he had remembered the same thing too…
Suddenly putting on a solemn face, Pure Vanilla Cookie faced you straight in the eyes and told you that a great shadow was hanging over Earthbread, and that if it succeeded, more than only New Dough City would suffer and crumble. With the expertise of a soliloquy, he went on about how he and his fellow group of cookie travellers were scouring all over Earthbread to seek brave, determined cookies who would be willing to assist them in the ending the darkness so peace and prosperity prevail, and to keep everybody they cared about safe, friends and family…
His plead reminded you of someone… a certain cookie who you had lost… the one who led to you taking up the hero role you now have and granting safety to the vulnerable… and so without a second thought, you agreed, causing the group to erupt into another excited chatter of thank-yous and admirations.
And so, Gingerbrave and friends left New Dough City with a new ally, one who would stand by their side on their final stand against Dark Enchantress Cookie…
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If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals
Hello!
I’d like to welcome you to writing x readers! I hope you have fun while doing so, and remember to take care of yourself!!
If you would like to, would you be okay with writing for Financier Cookie (CRK) x reader (GN), where the reader is really short and just a small person in general? And they like to occasionally wear heels and stacks and other shoes to make them seem taller.
Hope you have a good day! And again, welcome!!
(Here it is, the first ask of my blog. Hope you enjoy and thank you for the request!)
Financier Cookie x Short Reader
When Financier Cookie first met you, she actually mistook you for a little young cookie, asking if you were lost and where your home was. Cue one awkward conversation later, and she’s left feeling shocked and also partially embarrassed.
Soon enough, her initial surprise turns into slight concern. You had spoken to her as if was a common occurrence to you, getting mistaken for a kid due to being such a short cookie. She’ll begin wondering if you ad ever faced any hardships from other cookies due to your size. Were you made fun of often? Did other cookies not take you seriously?
All these thoughts in her head eventually lead to her seeking you out on her own whenever she’s off from her main paladin duties. You soon became a bit confused as to why she was always seemingly nearby you, but you decided not to worry about it. Financier Cookie’s reputation in the Crème Republic was nothing to scoff at, after all!
As the connection between you two continuously grew, Financier Cookie began to see her time with you as another task for her Paladin duty. She’s always claiming it’s for your safety and for making sure your days in the Republic were pleasant, despite what some of her ulterior motives might say…
Despite being such a short cookie in general, your personality and disposition are often cheerful and outgoing. Your determination to enjoy your life to the fullest despite the difficulties you face due to your height is something she really admires. This also leads her to discovering one of your occasional habits…
Your tendency to wear high heels or stacks is something she now enjoys seeing too. She’s always making sure that you feel taller than ever when you have them on, sometimes leaning down to you so you can reach the same height as her just to see you smile more. If her Paladin wear allowed it, she’d totally be wearing heels too.
To her, no matter how what type of shoe you wear, it always manages to perfectly fit your whole cute look. Once in a while, you’ll even find a gift or two left for you that consists of a high-heeled or stack shoe with the paladin or republic emblem on it. It makes Financier Cookie feel content whenever she sees you wearing them and walking alongside her.
It truly has started to become difficult to keep her professional and calm demeanour whenever she spent time with you. Your personality, coupled with your height are one of the only things that cause her to loosen up with her formality, replacing it with a normal, more calm demeanour that she’s starting to like having as well when she’s spending time with you.
Anytime you ever do happen to feel a bit insecure or self-conscious about your size, she’s always there to comfort and reassure you that your height is not a negative aspect of you for you’re perfect just the way you are, her voice often slipping up and becoming more affectionate than her usual formal self. If anybody ever dares to make fun of you for your size, she’s always more than happy to let her sword do the talking and reasoning…
She thanks the Divine light for having had the chance to meet you, someone who’s both so adorably small and so wonderfully unique in the Crème Republic. As odd as it might seem, the constants urge to protect and socialise with you is something she doubts she can live without at this point…
