Hello hello hellOoOoOo~! It's  speakin' on your local tumblr blog. All my dividers are from @cafekitsune or just, not mine. I write for cookie run kingdom, or occasionally cookie run ovenbreak... If you couldn't tell, heheh! I can write Fluff, Angst, and even Crack fictions... Now even if I only write for CRK and CROB... I also kinda like jjba so, feel free to goof off into my asks with jjba rants!!! Also, I go by any pronouns, but not preferably she/her, but you can call me whatever!! ALL MY WORKS ARE LABELED WITH THE HASHTAG #killaswork
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( wip cause I don't have any/much posts yet )
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Sorry, I do not write for Special cookies, or Guests. Maybe they will be mentioned in a story, but not the main interest.
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what's shadow milk cookie's reaction to feeling Temperance!Reader's presence back in Beast Yeast? did he recognize them at all?
Actually, yessir.
- at first when shadow milk broke out of the tree back in the Faerie kingdom, his eyes were locked on you. He had a feeling he couldn't quite put his finger on, your eyes were full of familiarity..
- that's when he realized, but he couldn't be sure just yet. I mean your comrade Disappeared for the whole time you were locked up and as soon as you get out they are just... There!?
- so he just kept silent, and he didn't inflict as much damage unto you. But Temperance reader was hurt to see their dear friend corrupted, fallen into sin.
- He kept on looking at you during the battle, so he was a little out of touch. But still managed to succeed.
- now it was the post-spire of deceit that temperance! Reader actually revealed themselves. So when the gingerbrave gang went there, you had finally revealed your true self to him
" I KNEW ITâ IT WAS YOU ALL ALONG! I'VE MISSED YOU, SWEETS!"
- among the other beasts if they did reunite with temperance again, he would be the same upon meeting you. Not blueberry milk, but shadow milk.
- he still tried to convince you to become a beast, but seeing you still resisting. He got flashbacks from the last time.
- although he is still shadow milk, he softens himself around you. He doesn't act too high and mighty, and not too deceitful. He just wants you to know that he misses you.
Why the HELL does this ONE fic of mine have SO much likes, it's so short like... HELLO.? the other fics I actually put WORK in get like... 10 likes, butTHIS?? đĽđĽđĽ
The breeze around you was soothing, flowing like a peaceful river. Gluttony stood still in their palace of dawn, munching on an Innocent cookie. They thought for a minute, what have they gained from this.? Their eyes shut for a moment as their mouths frowned. They have lost such trusting comrades ....
Pure vanilla, gingerbrave, the gang... Just to join some blueberry buttface that you used to like except he's now evil. Recalling all those memories, you've finally gotten an answer .
You've gained something precious, and that is
FOOD.
Do you know how SICK it would be to know your immune to practically ANYTHING?? like you could drink poison like water and eat a cookie like it was a normal breakfast.
Okay, I just checked my tumblr today after like,,, months. And NOW I think I WON'T quit, and maybe I'll post some stories here and there and maybe answer some requests.. So....
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okay you know how the beast cookies have assistants? what would be yn cookie's assistant??
Now... The assistant of a complete glutton... Hm...
Maybe it would be this sadistic poisonous flower, well any poison cookie type would be enough. Since Gluttony can't eat them, they can be good enough for assistance.
I actually have this poisonous flower cookie oc named hemlock cookie, she's laid back but very dark in her own ways. She's a good example of an assistant for gluttony.
Maybe an assistant who can stun or hold cookies in their place, ready for gluttony to bite.
Since the best are usually represented with some sort of animal like SM with Snake and Wolfs(?), MF with a Spider and BS with I think a centipede
I feel like Gluttony! Reader could be a Hyena, since Hyenas have very strong bites, like Second Strongest bite in the World + they are able to eat and digest very strong meats and even BONES, some even say that they can take down a Lion with how strong their teeth are.
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I like to think Gluttony learned by themselves of control their own hunger or impulses đ¤ for now they have no control since this side is recently and they're new to it so it's difficult to have a self control
But maybe in the future they became a bit more calmer still the danger hasn't change, actually it can be worse since they manage to not go straight to a cookie instead the cookie would never know when Gluttony will strike while they just observe this cookie with a deep intensity
And once Gluttony strikes they don't hold back anymore
actually it might improve a little like this... yeah once gluttony strikes, everything is gone..
You giggled shyly, your voice light and teasing, as you leaned in slightly toward your friend. The quiet atmosphere of the library wrapped around you both like a warm embrace, the scent of parchment and ink filling the air.
âYeah?â
Espresso looked up from his thick tome, his sharp eyes meeting yours with a mixture of curiosity and slight annoyance. His dedication to his studies was unwavering, yet he always acknowledged your presence.
âP-promiwse youâll wait for me, kay?â
Your voice held a trembling eagerness, eyes wide with a silent plea. You werenât sure if he understood what you truly meantâperhaps he was too absorbed in his books to see it. But to you, it was a vow, a tether between the two of you, fragile yet binding.
Espresso only sighed, shaking his head.
âItâs âpromise,â but okay⌠Whatever you say.â
A small, dismissive wave of his hand brushed aside your words, your hopes. He thought it was just another one of your childish whims. A fleeting, silly moment.
But one dayâone dayâyou would capture his heart.
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Years Later â The Confession
The memory clung to you like a ghost, whispering promises that never bore fruit.
Now, you stood outside a quaint cafĂŠ, hands trembling as you clutched a bouquet of freshly picked flowers behind your back. Nestled between your fingers was a delicate, heart-shaped box of espresso-flavored chocolatesâhis favorite. Today was the day.
Your heart pounded like a war drum, anticipation and dread clawing at your ribs. Would he say yes? Would he smile at you the way he did in your dreams?
And thenâthere he was.
He arrived with a grace so effortless it made your breath hitch. Dressed in pristine white, his usual dark attire replaced by something refined, almost regal. A soft cape billowed at his shoulders, the interior lined with ivory silk. A neat ponytail rested over one side, and atop his head sat the most charming little hat, making your heart flutter.
For a moment, you thought he had dressed up for you.
But then, you saw him.
Another figure walked beside him, tall and broad-shouldered, his golden locks glistening under the afternoon sun. Their handsâlocked together.
The world around you seemed to blur, your breath caught between your lungs and your throat.
Espressoâs polite wave was an echo of past gestures, but it was the way he looked at his companion that shattered you completely.
Soft. Adoring. The look you had yearned for your entire life.
"Essieâwho is... this...?"
Your voice was nothing more than a weak whisper, your fingers tightening around the bouquet.
Espresso smiled gently, unawareâso unawareâof the storm raging inside you.
âOh, right! This is my boyfriend, Madeleine Cookie. And Madeleine, this is my comrade.â
Boyfriend.
The word sliced through you like a jagged blade, gutting you from the inside out.
Madeleine grinned, his voice obnoxiously cheerful, ringing with an almost mocking pride.
"Why, hello there, my kind gentleman!"
Your teeth clenched. You hated it. Hated him.
Espresso gazed up at the blonde knight, his expression tender, admiration painted in every stroke of his features. He had never looked at you like that.
Not once.
You⌠were too late.
Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes as your throat constricted. The bouquet trembled in your grip, your carefully chosen chocolates suddenly meaningless.
A sharp, bitter click of your tongue.
The flowers slipped from your grasp. The chocolates tumbled to the ground, landing soundlessly at your feet.
And thenâyou ran.
Ran as fast as your legs could carry you, ran without looking back, ran until the air in your lungs felt like knives.
Espresso instinctively reached out, fingers curling toward the space you once stood. But before he could move, Madeleineâs gentle hand touched his shoulder.
âWe should give him space, dear,â Madeleine murmured, his voice steady. âHeâll come back around soon. I know of it.â
Espresso hesitated. Then, nodding slowly, he lowered his arm.
Neither of them noticed the bouquet lying in the dirt, petals wilting under the weight of rejection.
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Darkness Beckons
The forest swallowed you whole.
You stumbled through the undergrowth, breath ragged, the tremors in your hands no longer from nervous excitement but from pure, undiluted rage.
He was your only light.
The one constant in your life.
A world that had been nothing but cruel, nothing but suffering, had given you one thingâhim.
And now, he was taken from you.
But it was a mistake, right? He didnât really love Madeleine Cookie⌠right?
You stopped, panting, and wiped at your tear-streaked face. Then, slowly, your lips curled into a grinâtwisted, deranged.
No. If you couldn't have him, no one could.
Adrenaline surged through your veins like liquid fire. Your fingers, once trembling with sorrow, now burned with purpose.
You hurried back to your old shack, the one hidden deep in the woods, where memories of childhood tinkering and forgotten dreams still lingered.
And thereâyou began.
The invention took shape under your hands, the glow of magical runes casting eerie shadows across the walls. Wires twisted, gears clicked into place, and power hummed beneath your fingertips.
A shapeshifting device.
Your heart pounded wildly as the final piece was set. You donned the disguise of a Faerie Knight, your form shifting and warping into something unrecognizable.
And then, you ventured into the depths of the enchanted forest, seeking the fabled Faerie Kingdom.
You walked for what felt like hours, until finallyâa pathway revealed itself.
A breathtaking kingdom unfolded before you, its gates opening as if welcoming a lost soul home. And at the heart of it allâa grand, ancient tree.
You stepped closer, fingers tracing the rough bark.
Then, with the magical axe Espresso once gifted youâyou began to chop.
A deep, forbidden rift cracked open before you, the very fabric of reality splitting apart.
From the abyss, a figure emerged.
A dark, twisted presence, a jester draped in shadows and deceit. His deep blue eyes glowed with mischief and menace.
You smirked, tilting your head.
âI have a favor to ask.â
The jesterâs grin widened, eyes gleaming with intrigue.
"You freed us? Well... Have a go at itâ!?
And soon⌠Espresso would be at peace, like the angel he is.
gluttony au angst rattles around in my head like a maraca. thinking about what would happen if temperence fell into gluttonyâŚbut not fully. They still have their mind and morals. They refuse to hurt their friends and those they loveâŚbut theyâre sooooo hungryâŚmaybe just a nibble of their own arm will satiate themâŚperhaps that nibble turns to a biteâŚperhaps that bite turns into many bitesâŚ
Gluttony trying to resist eating pure vanilla's head off is funny to me idk why
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Shshjajwjqkqjwuwhevbi ahem so uhm i like the Espresso fanfic but i need more than that author chan I'm losing my shit here so uhm Madeleine x Espresso but angst with reader who used to be his childhood bestfriend and he waited for Espresso to be ready and be with Espresso but only to find out Espresso ended up with Madeleine instead of course reader is devastated like they really have a bad life and only have his because show male readers some love đđđok back to request the only support we only have is Espresso cookie like a years of patience hardwork and everything just for it to be broken of course we go insane like why can't we have Espresso and since we go insane we invented a magical shapeshifting device and cut down the Silver tree on a random cookie's form if we can't have our happy ending no one will
so er I finished like the first and middle part of this, but I can't really understand the silver tree part I'm sobbing
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