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@starwingsgazer955
It’s occurring to me that I should probably get a link to where you can find my longer writings since I don’t post them on tumblr, uh… if that’s against ToS my bad. I’m not trying to chat or sell you anything. I wish I got paid for writing all the fanfiction I have .///.
My Wattpad / My Ao3
I’ll treat this as a bit of an introductory post too since why not.
I should absolutely be working on other writing projects, but these are fast and I find this pairing fun to write.
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(Name) Cookie glances out the living room window with a grimace. Vibrant, peaceful sunlight shines in, giving the illusion of a normal day.
But today has been too quiet—too peaceful. They don’t trust it; their days are never this peaceful.
Come to think of it, they aren’t sure they’ve seen their lover today…
Setting aside the book they were too distracted to read, they cross the room and knock on his door. “Sage?”
There’s a noise from inside, which never happens when he’s not there. Why’s he been in here all day?
Pushing open the door, they find him miserably sprawled across his bed. “Sage?”
He lifts his head, turning it to look at them. “(Name) Cookie?” He sniffles, another thing that (almost) never happens.
“Are you ok?” They turn on the lights as they go to his bedside, terrified of what might be wrong.
The Sage of Truth sniffles again, wiping his eyes before pulling off his broach. “Here. Take my Soul Jam and leave me here to crumble.”
“…” (Name) Cookie wordlessly shoves the blue stone back towards him. “Are you SICK?!”
This was a conversation that had come up before. ‘I don’t get sick!’ He always told them. Every time they doubted it, he always assured them his Soul Jam prevented it. Yet here he is, sprawled out and miserable in bed, sniffling and crying because he doesn’t feel well.
He rolls over, curling in on himself. Instead of answering, he whimpers in pain.
“Sage!” They can’t really judge; if they’d never been sick before, they’d think they’re dying too. “What on Earthbread got YOU sick?”
“The milk in the fridge is expired.” He weakly mutters.
“AND YOU DRANK IT?!” They swear this idiot—!
“How else would I know?” He turns back to them.
“How much did you drink???” They raise their hands in alarm.
“I stopped feeling sick that way hours ago.” The Sage brushes this off. “Everything else hurts now.”
They cross their arms. “So… it’s not ‘I can’t get sick’, but ‘I don’t get sick until one bad decision forces me to make up for a millennia of never being sick.’”
“You don’t have to rub it in.” He mumbles, turning away again.
“I’m gonna go grab some things. I’ll be right back.”
A few minutes later, (Name) Cookie is sitting on the Sage’s bed with him, wearing a face mask to (hopefully) keep them from getting whatever he has, and finally reading their book.
He’s resting next to them, arms wrapped around them. How in the world he finds sleeping in that hat comfortable, they’ll never know.
This is much better. It’s exactly the right amount of peace for a day to have.
…They’re never gonna let him live this down.
WHERE ARE YOU PEOPLE COMING FROM?!
I guess I’ll just keep writing and posting these??? idk how many more ideas I have but uh… if you want them????
You’re all free to suggest ones for me to write too. Different shadow milks, different cookies altogether… just a fair warning though: I will probably only post like 200-1000 word drabbles here so it won’t be too long unless the idea absolutely possesses me.
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Where did the night go?
(Name) Cookie had finally gotten some time to themself late last night, but it felt like they blinked and suddenly the sun was rising outside. Sure, spending the night in their own company was nice, but the lack of sleep has gotten to them very quickly.
Rubbing their head to try and stave off a headache, they head into the kitchen in hopes that something to eat would get rid of it. A meal made of delicious jellies sounds like just the thing to keep them alive enough to get through the day.
When they open the kitchen door they immediately make eye contact with the Sage of Truth who, judging by the state of the counters, had the same idea.
The two of them just stare at each other for a long, awkward minute before eventually (Name) Cookie finally asks, “Did you get any sleep last night?”
He averts his eyes, dark shadows under his eyecings proving his guilt. He pulls a face, but it’s a thinking face, not an upset one. Eventually he shifts his eyes back to them and, staring them dead in the eyes, counters, “Did you?”
The silence resumes, less awkward now, while (Name) Cookie tries to figure out how to respond.
Giving up, they shrug, stepping into the kitchen and letting the door swing shut behind them. “Fair enough. Shutting up now.”
He snickers, shaking his head. “You want to help me?”
“Only if it means I get some of these jellies too.”
Another one because I can.
But first a question for my future reference, how should I refer to cookie readers?
I use (C/F: Cookie Flavor) Cookie in almost all of my writing because it makes more sense to me when so many people don’t use OCs that are just their name and then the Cookie modifier.
I have seen (Y/N) Cookie and just didn’t want to use it, hence the (Name), but does anyone care?
Anyways, here you go:
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(Name) Cookie glances at the Sage of Truth, mildly annoyed.
He has been yapping about the same stupid thing for like ten minutes now—they should really start timing him. This was meant to be a debate but it’s turned into a lecture. Not that this is unusual, they just don’t care about this as much as he does.
“Ok, I get it. You think my argument sucks.” They finally just cut him off.
“Actually, I think you have many valid points that would come across better if you presented them with a tiny bit more persuasion and tact.” He lightly taps their forehead as if to scold them for this. “In fact…”
Oh crumbs, not this again… How many times has he lectured them about this?
(Name) Cookie feels their eyes twitch, but they know this is just who he is. He debates with so many Cookies that he likely does this out of habit. Rolling their eyes, they watch him correct his monocle and get an idea.
He pauses his words as they grab his arm. From the way his brows shift, it’s obvious he’s confused by the smirk on their face.
“Tactics? How’s this for debate tactics?” They use his arm to push themself up just enough to kiss him on the cheek.
“!!!” His head ducks slightly as a dark blue blush dusts his cheeks and he nearly drops his staff. After a second he clears his throat, “Terrible, it’s bound to fail the majority of the time.”
“Worked on you though.” Their eyes narrow in triumph as they watch him pretend to still have composure after being caught off guard like that. “How does it feel to lose for once, O Great Sage of Truth?”
“I have NOT lost! You just CHEATED!”
“Keep telling yourself that.” They devilishly giggle, unable to hold it in any longer.
He clenches his fists and makes several motions like he’s trying to resist the urge to violently shake them, absolutely fuming with embarrassment, “What point are you even trying to prove?! That didn’t accomplish anything!!!”
“Would kissing you for real get you to shut up for once?” They wonder aloud.
“Stop changing the subject!”
I’ve written tons of oneshots but never really drabbles so I’m just gonna post this here…
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“Why are you so annoying? Ugh!” (Name) Cookie shouts at their lover. “Crumbs, I can’t even hear myself think clearly!”
The Sage blinks, then smirks. “(Name) Cookie…” he leans in, grinning more smugly by the second, “I wasn’t saying anything.”
They feel their face flush with rage and embarrassment.
“Was someone looking for my company?” He smiles like he’s holding back a laugh, clearly finding this to be the funniest thing ever. “Aww, come here. You can have as much of me as you like.” Reaching out one hand, he holds his staff behind his back with the other.
“Shut up.” They grit their teeth as they grab the front of his jacket, staring him dead in his mismatched eyes.
Those stupid eyes narrow in delight as he continues to tease, “Oh? My bad. Sorry,” then says nothing more. Not that it does anything, his stupid face says all the words he needs it to.
Frustrated, (Name) Cookie leans up and he bends down a bit to meet them in a kiss. They can tell he’s letting them win. He always does this when they feel overwhelmed and upset for no reason. He’d never lose a game he intended to win.
Lifting himself back up to his hovering-slightly-off-the-floor height, the Sage of Truth rests his hand around theirs still lightly holding his coat and guides them over to the sofa. Once he sits down, he motions them closer again.
Now leaning over him, (Name) Cookie kisses him once again. From this angle it’s easier, and before they know it they’re basically sitting on top of him, hands planted on his shoulders, and breathlessly looking him in the eyes.
“Feel better?” He asks in a low voice. Judging by his still present smirk, he just wants them to admit the answer.
“Shut up.” They avert their gaze, no real weight in their words now.
Artfight attack for @star-to955
They have no idea they're eating poison
Probably the nicest way to kill them honestly lol
After way too many years, I have finally given Roommate Cookie a ref sheet (with the intention to put them on artfight but I will probably forget to do that)!
For anyone who has never seen my fanfics on my Wattpad I made them for a yandere fic specifically so I could kill them in it, got attached, almost convinced myself not to kill them, and then (spoilers) killed them at the end anyway because I told myself I would.
At the time, they had no lore or backstory and existed to be cannon fodder and die. But now they do, which has/will not save them from dying in every yandere story I write them into. Specifically yandere stories, they will live in everything else.
So a here’s a little about them:
• Roommate Cookie is a psychology major attending online college because they were a therapy friend all their life and decided they wanted to (1) give actual good advice, and (2) get paid for it. When they get their license, they will change their name to Therapist Cookie.
• They work at Sandwich Cookie’s shop. Because of that, sandwiches are their big comfort food. (Sandwich Cookie converted them)
• They really like white lilies, which has nothing to do with White Lily Cookie. That’s just something I took from one of the people who inspired them
• They have a cousin named Flatmate Cookie
• They do their best to get along with everyone, but they like spaces clean and uncluttered, meaning that they don’t get along with roommates who leave their stuff everywhere for no reason
• A human version of them would have the name Rowan (Flatmate Cookie would be Fin)
Shadow Milk Cookie using the Fount of Knowledge’s staff as a skateboard
A good actor can play whatever role they’d like.
Merry Crisis everyone!
I saw some people on twitter talking about how Shadow Milk Cookie looks like a kid being forced into a family photo in this outfit and thought that was a perfect way to describe my relationship with my plushie.
Drawing for something I’m writing.
It has now officially been TEN YEARS since I drew the first Handplates comic. It's a very surreal feeling... like no time passed and so much time passed at the same time. There's so much I learned from working on it, so many people I met... the impact it had on my life was just enormous. I wasn't really sure what to do for this milestone, but I figured that it might be interesting to revisit the first comic and try and redraw it. This isn't meant to replace the original or anything, it was more meant as kind of a fun exercise. It's crazy to think that this kicked off something so huge, my life was about to change and I had no idea. We've all come so far...
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He’s fine…
I can’t believe I’ve been playing CookieRun for like 4 years and I’m only just now making an actual OC.
Still not entirely sure this is the final design I’ll give her, and I’ll have to draw her different outfits, but it works for now.
Why is the CookieRun art style so deceptively hard? This is like my fourth attempt to draw her!
I’m still pretty new on tumblr so idk how to tag and stuff-
Out of context whiteboard drawing. Hopefully someone else gets a laugh out of this
Finally! I feel like I’ve been trying to draw him forever and just suck at it. His design is so vastly different from everything I normally draw…
Did not use a ref sheet for the colors (obviously).
