HATE=BLOCK🚫 🌟in early 20's🌟 🚫DNI/BLOCKING SDVN/TOXIC/DARK/PRO SHIPPERS🚫 ⚠️SMUT/SUGGESTIVE⚠️ ✨RPS/DRPS✨ 🎀GACHA & CRK🎀 🖌️🎨DIGITAL & TRADITIONAL ARTIST🎨🖌️ 💕OC X CANON/SELECTIVE YUME💕 🫐🥛SMC SIMP🥛🫐 🍦🪷PURELILY FAN🪷🍦‼️TALKING ABT MY OWN OPINIONS AND IDEAS‼️ Twitter: https://x.com/_star_2004_ Blue Sky: https://bsky.app/profile/starsart102004.bsk
I personally HATE beast x ancient espesially Shadowvanilla. I'm a very picky person when it comes to ships I will be honest. That's just my opinion tho. I've BLOCKED the names/hashtags already. Pls just DNI if u r a beast x ancient or sdvn shipper. Also any sdvn shippers will simply just get BLOCKED. And just to make myself clear.. I'm not here to attack anyone who has a dif opinion than mine. I'm just here to express my own opinions and make myself feel as comfortable as possible. But if anyone is going to attack me for having a dif opinion than theirs.. I will NOT hesitate to BLOCK them imidiatly.
...I'm imagining that the first time the poor Fount saw his Knight out of their armor (probably doing some training on a hot day and thus was wearing to bare minimum decency wise whilst not being cooked alive by the heat), he might actually pass out from how much of his jam rushed to his face.
Oooh, yes! When he saw you training, he slowed to a stop...standing at the edge of the courtyard (or wherever you were training) and just...staring. Observing for...research, he told himself! To...to learn more about your fighting style. And...make sure you weren't pushing yourself, your muscles flexing and sweat dripping across your exposed skin...
When you notice him, he's slumped against the wall, face a very bright shade of blue. You stop and hurry over to check him, making sure he isn't being affected by heatstroke. Being checked over by you just makes him feel even more flustered...
anyways what do you think of the idea that after reader left beast yeast, they still kept contact with Black Sapphire. Like they exchange letters from time to time. In reader's case it's probably cause black sapphire is still part of their past that they want to check up on and for black sapphire he's atleast fine with being acquaintances with the reader because they're his master's lover.
Then when Shadow Milk Cookie goes free it's a situation where reader wasn't present when he got released. How quick do you think black sapphire would give away where reader is and how they're doing and also how do you suppose shadow milk would react to them being buddy buddy
(bonus: while Shadow Milk is crashing out because reader isn't around, a pigeon casually flies in to deliver black sapphire a letter and he goes "Oh its from y/n cookie haha ^u^")
That's a good question! I think Black Sapphire would gladly keep in contact with you if you make an effort to reach out to him. After all, it's a good idea to keep tabs on you, to make sure that you're doing alright. If his master returned and found something awful happened to you while he was gone...it's terrible to even consider.
He is going to tell Shadow Milk pretty much everything when he returns to the Spire, though. Where you are, what you've been up to, how you're doing...his loyalty is first and foremost to Shadow Milk, after all. Shadow Milk might feel a twinge of jealousy knowing Black Sapphire's been communicating with you, but it's mostly jealousy for the fact he couldn't be with you all this time. He knows Black Sapphire wouldn't have tried anything with you.
If a message from you came in, Shadow Milk would immediately snatch it away before Black Sapphire even got a chance to read it. It's the closest he is to being with you, so he'll clutch to it and keep reading those words until he can bring you back to his side.
Yo so I know this seems very obvious but like... can self aware cookies hear what you're saying? Because I be saying the wildest stuff about them cookies when I'm ovulating.
I think that any of them who are self-aware can hear you while you have the game open, but if it's closed, can't sense your presence at all. There might be a few exceptions, like Shadow Milk, Black Sapphire, or maybe Timekeeper who go out of their way to extend their senses further from their "world" and to the rest of your phone...but there's no guarantee that they'll succeed.
Depending on the Cookie...they may either blush, or grin and ask you to keep going.
Women bleed from...Where?? (Pierrot TFC x FemReader
Synopsis - Every month Pierrot smells blood coming from his partner so he gives her bandaid after bandaid but it doesnt fix anything! When she finally explained what a period is...he proves hes the best boyfriend ever by caring for her during her time of the month
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Pierrot had noticed it months ago.At first, he thought she was injured.
The scent of blood was unmistakable to a creature like him. Humans struggled to detect it sometimes, but monsters never did. Blood had a scent all its own—sharp, metallic, impossible to mistake.
And every month, for roughly a week, it appeared.
Not enough to indicate a serious wound.Not enough to make her collapse.
Just... there.
Every single month.
The first time, he'd panicked.
The second time, he'd become suspicious.
By the fourth month, he'd developed a solution.
A bandaid.
Every morning during Blood Week, he would quietly appear beside her and hold one out.
No explanation.
Just a bandaid.
"...Thank you?" she'd say.
Pierrot would nod seriously.
Then leave.
It became routine.
Blood smell appears.
Bandaid is presented.
Bandaid is accepted.
Everyone moves on.
At least, everyone except Pierrot.
Because it made absolutely no sense.
A bandaid should have fixed it by now.
Months passed.
The blood kept returning.
The bandaids kept being offered.
The mystery remained unsolved.
Until one morning.
Pierrot froze halfway through making breakfast. His head snapped up.
Blood. Fresh blood.
His eyes widened.
"No."
He dropped everything.
The pan clattered onto the stove.
"P-Pierrot?"
He was across the room instantly.
"What happened?"
She blinked.
"What?"
"The blood."
His hands immediately began checking her arms.
Then her shoulders.
Then her face.
"Where is it?"
"What are you talking about?"
"The bleeding."
His voice was getting higher with panic.
"You are bleeding."
She stared. "Pierrot—"
"I can smell it."
He sounded genuinely distressed.
"You are bleeding."
His hands moved to inspect her again. More carefully this time. Looking for cuts, Scratches, Bites, anything.
"Where is the wound?"
Pierrot looked ready to cry.
His shoulders slumped and his eyes were huge.
"That is how blood works."
She finally put a hand over her mouth.
Trying not to laugh.
He looked so serious.
So worried.
So utterly lost.
"Pfft—"
His expression immediately soured.
"Do not laugh."
That only made it worse.
She laughed harder.
Pierrot crossed his arms.
"I am worried."
"I know."
"You are bleeding."
"I know."
"Then why are you laughing?"
She finally managed to calm herself enough to speak.
"I'm on my period."
The words clearly meant absolutely nothing to him.
"A what?"
"A period."
He continued staring.
"...What is a period?"
Now it was her turn to blink.
"Wait."
Pierrot frowned.
"What?"
"You don't know what a period is?"
His confusion deepened.
"No."
"Oh."
She suddenly understood everything.The bandaids.
The concern.
The monthly investigations.
She finally took pity on him.
"Okay. A period is when women bleed."
Pierrot nodded slowly.
Following along.
"So there is a wound."
"No."
"No?"
"No."
His confusion returned instantly.
"Then where does the blood come from?"
"..."
"Where?"
"...My vagina."
The room somehow became quieter.
His eyes widened.
Then widened further.
Then somehow widened even more.
"Your what?"
"My vagina."
Pierrot looked horrified.
Absolutely horrified.
Women...Bled...From there?
"Oh."His voice was tiny.
"Oh, God."
She immediately started laughing again.
Pierrot wasn't listening anymore.
His entire worldview had just shattered.
"Every month?"
"Yep."
He sat down.
Slowly.
"What kind of cruel design is that?"
She snorted.
"I don't know."
He buried his face in his hands.
Then another thought struck him.
His head immediately shot up.
"Does it hurt?"
She shrugged.
"Not really."
Relief flooded his face.
Then she continued.
"The bleeding doesn't."
His relief vanished.
"The cramps do."
Pierrot's expression darkened.
"The what?"
"Cramps."
"What are cramps?"
She pointed vaguely at her stomach."Feels like my organs are trying to kill me sometimes."
Pierrot stared at her.
Then slowly looked toward the ceiling.
As if searching for whoever designed humanity.
He looked deeply disappointed in them.
"That is stupid."
She laughed.
"A lot of women agree with you."
"It is extremely stupid."
He stood abruptly.
Determination replacing panic.
She immediately recognized that look.
"Pierrot."
"What?"
"Don't."
"I have not done anything."
"You're planning something."
"I am not."
"You are."
"I am merely going to acquire things. "
His expression became deadly serious.
"Blankets."
She sighed.
"Babe—"
"Tea."
"Love-."
"Medicine."
"Pierrot."
"Perhaps soup."
She groaned.
Meanwhile Pierrot was already moving toward the door.
Muttering to himself.
Still horrified.
Still offended on behalf of every woman in existence.
"Every month," he whispered.
Shaking his head.
"That is ridiculous."
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Naturally, there was only one thing to do.
Research....
The computer glowed ominously in the dim living room.
Pierrot sat in front of it with the intensity of a scholar deciphering an ancient prophecy.
Technology was...Confusing.
Very confusing.
His claw hovered uncertainly above the keyboard.
"..."
One tap.
"H."
He squinted.
Another tap.
"O."
"..."
Backspace.
Wrong letter.
Growling quietly under his breath, he continued pecking at the keyboard one painfully slow key at a time.
He leaned back.
"P...period."
Success.
The search results exploded across the screen.
His eyes widened. There were... hundreds. Thousands.
He clicked the first one.
Then another.
His face cycled through every emotion imaginable.
"...Cramps can be severe..."
His brow furrowed.
"...Fatigue..."
He frowned harder.
"...Mood swings..."
His horns drooped.
"...Iron loss..."
He sat up straighter.
Iron.
She loses blood. Blood contains iron. She needs more iron.
She'd been doing this...Alone...Before she met him.
The thought made something ache inside his chest.
He hated it.
He hated imagining her curled up somewhere hurting without someone there to take care of her.
"...No."
He quietly folded the paper.
"Not anymore."
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By the time she returned from work, the apartment smelled incredible.
She blinked as soon as she stepped inside.
"...Pierrot?"
He poked his head around the corner.His eyes immediately lit up.
"You're home.
She smiled, then she noticed...
"...Are you wearing an apron?"
Pierrot looked down.
"...Perhaps."
It looked almost comically domestic on someone as monstrous as him.
He'd somehow managed to get flour across one cheek.
She covered her mouth to hide a grin.
"It suits you."
His ears twitched happily.
"I cooked."
"You... cooked?"
"I researched."
"...Should I be worried?"
"No."
He sounded almost offended.
"I followed instructions precisely."
He ushered her toward the dining room with surprising confidence.
The table was covered with food.
She stared.
"...Pierrot."
"I read that iron is important."
"You..."
"I also prepared a bath."
She looked back at him.
He looked so...Proud.
Like a child presenting a drawing to their parent.
She crossed the room and wrapped both arms around him.
Pierrot immediately melted.
His arms carefully circled her waist.
"...Did I do well?"
She buried her face against his chest.
"You did amazing."
He practically purred
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The bath had been perfect.
Warm.
Relaxing.
Comfortable.
Though...She couldn't help noticing Pierrot pacing outside the bathroom door every few minutes.
"You okay?"
"...Yes."
"...Are you hovering?"
"No.....I am guarding."
She laughed.
"I don't need guarding while I bathe."
"...You are vulnerable."
"I'm fine."
"..."
"..."
"...May I come in?"
She snorted.
"No."
"...Why?"
She laughed harder.
"Because I want five minutes to myself"
"...Very well."
She could practically hear the pout in his footsteps as he wandered away
....
She emerged from the bathroom...
Only to find Pierrot waiting with a bowl.
"...Open."
She laughed.
"Really?"
"You require nutrients."
"I'm capable of feeding myself."
"I know."
"..."
"...Open."
She rolled her eyes.
"...Fine."
He smiled.
The spoon carefully lifted toward her lips.
"There."
She accepted the bite.
He watched with intense concentration until she swallowed.
"Good."
Another spoonful.
"So..."
His voice was gentle.
"...How was work?"
She smiled.
"It was normal."
He continued feeding her between conversations, occasionally reminding her to drink her tea.
Every tiny thing she'd mentioned during his research...He was following. Exactly. Without missing a step.
By the end of dinner...She'd never felt more cared for in her life....
"Lay down."
She looked over her shoulder.
"Hm?"
"On your stomach."
"...Why?"
"I researched."
She laughed then flopped dramatically onto the bed.
Pierrot climbed on beside her.
His large hands hovered uncertainly above her lower back.
"...If this hurts...Tell me immediately."
"I will."
He pressed gently.
She let out a quiet sigh.
"...Oh."
His ears perked.
"Good?"
"...Really good."
Relief washed over him.
Slowly...Carefully...His thumbs worked across the tense muscles in her back.
He wasn't rushing.
He could actually feel the tension slowly melting beneath his hands.
"There..."
He murmured quietly.
"Relax."
She practically melted into the mattress.
"...You're unfairly good at this."
"I researched."
She laughed into the pillow.
"I can tell."
He smiled to himself.
Research was wonderful. Research made her happy.
He approved of research.
When he'd finished, she rolled onto her back with a sleepy little yawn.
Pierrot immediately climbed into bed beside her.
Without a word...She curled against him.
Like she'd done a thousand times before.
His arms surrounded her instinctively.
One hand settled gently over her lower stomach.
Remembering another article...He rubbed slow, careful circles through the fabric of her shirt.
"...Better?"
"Mhm..."
"So this helps?"
"...Mhm..."
He felt ridiculously accomplished.
His chin rested lightly against the top of her head.
"...I have made a decision."
Her eyes remained closed.
"...Mm?"
"I will do this every month."
She smiled sleepily.
"You don't have to."
"I do."
She laughed quietly.
His hand never stopped those slow circles across her stomach.
After a long moment, he spoke again.
"...Actually..."
"Hm?"
"I could also do these things when you are not bleeding."
She opened one eye.
"Oh?"
"I can cook. I can prepare baths. I can massage your back. I can cuddle you."
"Hmm."
"...Daily."
She finally looked up at him.
"...You just want an excuse to pamper me."
He blinked innocently.
"...Perhaps."
She rolled her eyes.
"I knew it."
He kissed the top of her head with surprising tenderness.
"I simply enjoy caring for you."
His voice had grown so quiet she almost missed it.
"...It makes me happy."
She looked up at him.
He wasn't embarrassed. He wasn't teasing. He meant every word. He loved taking care of her.
Not because he thought she couldn't care for herself
...But because every act of service was another way of saying what he still struggled to put into words.
I love you.
I worry about you.
I want you comfortable.
I want you safe.
I want you smiling.
She reached up and gently cupped his cheek.
"...I love you too."
Pierrot's heart nearly stopped.
He leaned into her touch without thinking.
"...Good."
He whispered it almost shyly.
"...Because I intend to keep spoiling you."
She laughed softly.
"I figured."
His tail curled happily around her legs beneath the blankets as she drifted off to sleep, one hand still rubbing gentle circles over her stomach while the other held her securely against his chest.
He listened to her breathing even out.
Only then did he allow himself to relax.
Next month, he'd be ready.
No more suffering alone.
Not while she had him.
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