What would Dreamweaver Cookie be like in your AU?
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Name: Dreamweaver Cookie
Series: Cookie Run
Gender: NB
Status: Alive
Family: None as of Now
Flower Motif: Yellow Ranunculus (Ranunculus asiaticus)
Flower Meaning: Dreaminess
Weapon of Choice: Dream Orbs
Associated With: Interdimensional Hero Club (Ally)
Stationed At Which Cafe: Madrid, Spain
Hero Form Appearance: A combo of a caretaker of dreams’ wondrous costume and YuYuYu’s Hero Form Outfits. The undersuit of the outfit is dreamy dark purple to help the yellow stand out; and while the main outfit is a light yellow fading to lavender at the lower half of the sleeves, the lower half of the pants; and the tailcoat, accent colors of black, gray, silver, gold, white, and dark purple help balance things out. The shoes, gloves, hat, and cloak all have patterns of ranunculus flowers on them, and the only other accessory is a cloak clasp that resembles the flower. The flower’s petal shape can be seen in the tailcoat and collar.
Full Bloom Gauge Location: Stomach
Guardian: Slumbermoon and Somnionimbus
Favorite Food: Honey and Condensed Milk Toast
Parallel To: None
Bio: When the world falls into hushed slumber, a tiny door spun from imagination quietly slides open. Beyond its threshold lies the infinite tapestry of dreams, where reality and fantasy dance in endless harmony. Drifting across a bridge of luminescent dream clouds comes Dreamweaver Cookie, their presence gentle as a whisper in the night. For Cookies who spend their long nights tossing and turning, wrestling with sleeplessness, they are a gentle guide to a dreamscape so mesmerizing that waking becomes a distant thought. Dreamweaver Cookie guides them to a realm of pure wonder-a place where dreams bloom like eternal flowers and time itself becomes a playful breeze. In this ethereal domain, snowflakes dance through the warmth of midsummer skies, and cherished faces welcome you, their smiles as bright as remembered. In their carefully tended Dreamlight Gallery, each perfect sphere of dreams glows with its own story, collected like precious pearls from the ocean of night, each one polished until it shimmers with pure imagination. Should thorny nightmares emerge from the shadows, threading their dark tendrils through peaceful dreams, Dreamweaver Cookie transforms the very air into a symphony of light. Their dreamlight powder scatters like countless falling stars, weaving a shimmering path that leads dreamers safely toward dawn's embrace. And when morning finally breaks, those who wake with smiles on their faces might just have glimpsed this ethereal Cookie's magic-though, like all beautiful dreams, the memory fades like the morning mist, leaving behind only the warmth of a story half-remembered.
