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Surface

The sun. Sky. Grass. Trees. Nothing has changed, everything is the same. As if nothing had happened, nothing happened. But something must have happened to this world in several thousand years of sleep, right? The on-board computer could not deceive. Same way?.. The sun still burns my eyes, it is still bright, just as warm. The sky is still blue, can you sleep? It seems that all that you feel now is childish joy that the on-board computer was mistaken and now everything is fine, your friends are now having fun, your parents are now alive and well, and your beloved cat is now sleeping somewhere. As if nothing had happened. This pleasant sensation in the chest, this inexplicable lump of something warm, so warms the soul. Joy because the sky is blue because the wind rushes past you, joy because you are not the only person on earth. After all, there is definitely someone right now who, like you, enjoy everything. This is hope, isn't it? Even after many years have passed, you believe that you are not alone in this cursed, but such a familiar world. Wow, you smile! Having touched your lips with your fingers, you could not even think that at last someday you will feel heavenly again, that your soul is already taking off into the sky. I think the on-board computer will be very glad to you. It's so good here. Youth is hard to forget. But you can change everything. Then why did he say take the gun? This is the only thing that worries you right now, someone should attack? Monsters? Maybe something else? Anxiety, as you well know this concept, this feeling. Dark thoughts fill your mind again, making your head ache. With the pistol in your right hand, you scanned the area once more and headed straight where your eyes were looking. You must find at least someone. Preferably alive and similar to you. You are welcome. Anyone. It looks like you've been walking straight for ages, but it's only been thirty minutes. You, of course, are not complaining, but you are so impatient to tell someone your story, your life, tell about all your experiences, you want to hug someone so that your soul is warm. I want it so, I want it so- "guys, I think we're late .." Can not be. You abruptly stopped your quick steps, listening to the conversation of strangers. You were standing behind several large trees. It’s scary that I haven’t heard other voices for so long, for eternity I have only heard my own and virtual voice of your ship. Someone's quiet and gentle voice was heard very close, so calm. The on-board computer was faulty; there must be someone here. Someone is alive. How good. The night is getting stronger, I can't deal with it “Don't worry, the holiday will last for a long time! Custard Cookie will understand us, because we helped our friends with the transportation of food for the holiday! " And that boyish voice was so cheerful, so vaguely familiar, like your former classmate. That's who he reminded you of. He had almost the same voice. Could it be- Carefully peering out from behind a large trunk of a green tree, the unimaginable was happening before your eyes. Don't be surprised if you stumble upon a 4.7-foot-high living cookie, okay? Remembering the words of your guide, you seem to have forgotten how to breathe. Panic gripped you. Misunderstanding. Anxiety. Did he tell the truth? Once again, these fears and dark thoughts haunt you. Usually anxious people are sure that there are enemies around. If you think so, anxiety is always associated with insecurity and chaos. In anxiety, a person feels that everything is bad, that something needs to be done, but what exactly to do? Unclear. Because of this, you pressed even more against the trunk of the tree, trying to breathe evenly so that these non-humans would not notice you. Heart beats with unbearable speed, hands are freezing like corpses. Is it because they are not like you? Or are you not like everyone else? Home, that's what first came to mind. You urgently need to run home. A sharp jerk and your senses have sharpened hundreds of times. While these cookies are exploringwhere

you have been, you have already been far away. Some more. A little and you're at home.

You're back! I missed you very much. Found someone? How do you like the locals? Why are you crying? Was it not I who warned you about the surface world? No, no, no, do not be afraid, now you are with me, I will protect you.

English is not my first language, I apologize for the mistakes.

Is this a happy ending?

A legend that is older than any kingdoms, with which little children are scared for bad behavior. Have you heard of The Last Witch? Witches, several times more than any cookie. Teeth that shattered even the toughest warriors. Additional limbs on the hands or, as it was said in the ancient book, "fingers" with which they could grab naughty children and drag them into their den to eat later. A long nose that can smell any crumb from a mile away. Isn't it scary? When you might be eaten. But this is just one silly bedtime story told to little cookies for their pranks. Could such monsters exist? But what if it's true? That once thousands of years ago, they existed? What if one of them is walking through the forest right now looking for us? What nonsense. Legends are based on truth. Black. This is all you could see with your eyes closed in your cryogenic dream. Isn't it wonderful when you can just fall asleep and wake up in a completely new time, world? What was completely different from the past, became much better and more beautiful? Until one day. Until "this" happened, day X, how else can you call it? The day it went downhill? When did everyone die? Another mistake people made for which they all paid with their lives. Everything turned into dust and heaps of stones. Almost nothing is left of the former civilization. Almost. You, all that is left of a past life, you and your ship, which is well hidden. Far underground, stuck in cryogenic sleep for several thousand years, the cells of your body have mutated, outwardly nothing has changed, like your inner one. This is problem. Even after a few years. Nothing changed. There are no wrinkles, no back pains, not a single hint of old age. Congratulations, you are immortal. It must be great to be far underground in your ship. You don't need water or food, you don't even need sleep. But you keep doing it day after day, year after year. You have read every book in your huge library that rivals the great Library of Congress. Formerly known as the largest library in the world. You are growing vegetables with emergency seeds, under artificial light. Just like your former neighbors. Isn't it wonderful to live and exist alone? This can be a great opportunity for introverts to live, but how can you live life without a pet? Maybe a cat? Or a turtle, a dog? You are already tired of rereading every book for the hundredth time. Tired of watching movies left over from your time. Is it time to go outside? You want friends, am I not your friend? Sorry, sorry, but are you sure? Good let it be your way. Don't be surprised if you stumble upon a 4.7-foot-high living cookie, okay? If you come across too appetizing-looking "dogs" or something like that. So don't forget to take your weapon with you-What? No, no, I'm not saying that everyone will attack you, you cannot be killed, remember? But just in case, take a pistol, I'm worried. Leaving already? Thank you for taking the weapon. Come as soon as possible and be careful. I will wait for you here at home.

This is my first story, sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my native language :( I hope you enjoyed it!

A ideia of make a Drawn of burning Spice Cookie x Reader like Sukuna x Cinderela(Its not Gonna be me Because my lazy ass dont want)

Hey!!!!

Your art is so SCRUMPTIOUS I adore the way u draw Smc!!

Can you draw Smc getting y/n delivered to them like a present (let’s be real candy apple and black sapphire would be the ones who did it for him)

y/n and shadow milk cookie but they're ✨️ married ✨️

Yes.

To Tame the Tamer

𓂀 The beast tamer, Smoked Cheese Cookie, requires a stern talking to.

Pairing: Smoked Cheese Cookie × Fem!Reader

Note: He's Affogato Cookie but likeable (not like he isn't but SC is just better).

WC: 817

Graphics: orange 1 + 1.1, orange 2

The beast tamer could not suppress the scoff that emerged from the thought of his "Golden Sovereign" refusing to act, and that she continued to cling to a fallen kingdom. It has been years since the Dark Flour War has passed, and still she fears what can no longer threaten her. The kingdom he has pledged his undying loyalty to, is frozen in a certain period of time, neither evolving or devolving. He, too, is but a mere husk, a cheap imitation of what he once was. 

A figment of her imagination.

And that is the worst insult of all. He, the once great beast tamer of the Golden Cheese Kingdom, reduced to nothing but a mere soul, wandering the ruins of the fallen kingdom. How pathetic. Even the great Gate Guardian is but a soul and nothing more, his strength limited by the coward that insists on continuing this tasteless façade.

She is hopeless. Completely, utterly hopeless. And the mere fact that Mozzarella Cookie and Burnt Cheese Cookie continue to stand by her side and even encourage her delusions is nothing short of infuriating. If only he could get his hands on her soul jam, free everyone of this miserable charade. Yes... He could return this kingdom to its former glory, better it even. The people would be grateful of his deeds, they would all be free of Golden Cheese's delusions, they would no longer have to live as husks, and he would—

“I know that look.”

Curses. Of course someone had to interrupt his line of glorious thoughts. Who would dare to approach him in his private chambers? The Smoked Cheese Cookie? Who—?

“Your greed, Smoked Cheese Cookie, while great, requires its limits. You know what happened the last time you attempted to overthrow Her Radiance.”

Ah... Her. The only one who could, eh, calm him in this state. The only person who could understand his vision even if she disagreed with his ways of going about it. Perhaps that is why he loved and cherished her so, why he would forsake his duties to the kingdom without a second thought for her if she only commanded it. Yes, the love of his life.

"Yes, I remember it quite well, my jewel..." Smoked Cheese Cookie responds, eyeing his beloved from the side.

Ever the gleaming woman. Not even Her Radiance compares to the greatness that is his jewel—his treasure. He could feel himself getting lost in her visage. His eyes that were once filled with a barely contained rage were now calm, the fire in his eyes subdued for only a moment by the only one who could tame him by her mere presence.

“My, you never cease your admiration. Am I truly a sight to behold?” she chuckled into his ear so suddenly.

He had not noticed her move from her spot. Smoked Cheese Cookie was so enthralled by her, so enchanted, that he never once took notice of her walking towards him. She never ceased to amaze him. It is as if he is a beast and she is his tamer. And he is more than willing to comply.

He turned around to face her, feeling his simmering rage die down fully, if only for the time being. “You are more radiant than Golden Cheese Cookie herself, my jewel. You are more radiant than this entire golden kingdom and any jewels or treasures in this cruel world,” he murmured, hand raising to cup her cheek. She smiled at his gesture, her own hand coming up to overlap his before she spoke, her voice soothing the last remnants of his frustration and snuffing out the flames of his fury.

“You tell me that often.”

“For it is true.”

She hummed in response to his words, staring deeply into his eyes, her smile never fading. Pathetic as this façade was, seeing her made it... bearable. She made it bearable. She always did and that is why he would never let her go. He refuses to. Not like how...

No. The war is over. It is no more. All that remained was him and her, alone in his private quarters, her lips closing the distance between his, and then, her taste. His grip on his staff faded, the staff falling to the pristine floor as the hand that held it reached up for her face to pull her closer. She, too, grasped onto him, arms wrapping around his slender but toned waist, pulling him closer.

Her touch was intoxicating, like the finest cheese from the richest cheese fondue. He was losing himself in that richness, his hands roaming her body, and slipping beneath her robes. His hands roamed her body gracefully, his touch filled with need and frustration.

Perhaps this façade isn't so bad after all if it meant having her like this. Perhaps this façade isn't bad at all if it meant having her…

I need Schwarzwälder (Choco Werehound Brute) fanfics or one–shot(s) or arts ANYTHING I CAN’T FIND SHIT AND IT MAKES ME SAD HOW SO UNDERAPRECIATED THAT CUTIE PATOOTIE IS >:[

Pls if you have content of him pls pls pls send me

Silly idea in my head-

Just imagine CRK with darling who has the personality of Courage the Cowardly Dog. I mean, could I really blame you? Stuck in a world full of cookies yet hold higher power and full of monsters that could crush you in a blink. Compared to you despite a human (who got shrunken into their size), you're still a weak mortal after all. No powers, no nothing.

Well, at least you have that smartwatch (yes, based on that computer) can help you find a solution to defeat your enemies and defend Gingerbrave's team!!

After a small talk with your smartwatch, you finally gather all the courage to face your enemy.

"The things I do for love.." You mutter.

Wait- where do you get that missile launcher from???

Cookie Run Kingdom : chapter 1 - - The new cookie

It's too hot in the oven where all cookies burn and crumble into. But the cookie as different from other Witches and the oven open and it's escape, the witches tried to get the little cookie, but the power spells by using witchcraft. They can't get out. The cookie went outside a d run keeping going until it's stopped going to the deep woods, but different place...

"Where am I?" She say stopped running and getting some air in and out. By the time they're gone, she continue walking. Seeing around the woods and some creatures.

She step the stick a d hear some like... Bell.

"Who there! , show yourself?!!? " someone say, ready to the fight, and at the time she step out of the shadow she seen the cookie, but have wings and different. "Oh, I'm sorry" he say, shock and surprise after he knows that not the monster or a beast.

"I thought you one of them as the beasts of there own soul gem or everyone!?, I'm sorry this is too much for you? "

"No no, not at all and sorry to scare you from the woods, I was running away from the witches that trying to eat me, so I just use my spell" she say, telling him her short storie from escape by the witches by the time they clam down.

"I understand that now, so that why your here right? I mean it's make sense of you running here in this woods, and by the way my name is silverbell cookie! What's your name? " he say and ask her name.

"My name is... Rose.. Cookie. My name is Rose cookie! " say her new name for herself now and silverbell cookie was happy to met her now.

Part 1