🎲Cookie Run:🎲 Dungeons

Some of the Neo-Beasts (Toxicberry, Gilded Cheese, Divine Vanilla) are based on real issues I experience in life (such as alcohol dependancy and the desire for everything to stay the same (and Burning Spice to represent varios self-harming tendancies - but he's a First Virtue yk???))

I actively lie to my players when they try and guess things

I MAY have indulged just a little while writing some episodes

It has taken me over 30 mins to write this far

A majority of the campaign is improv, not planned lol

What was your life in the Spicelands like, growing up?

💐=Nebula Paprika Cookie

💐: It wasn’t a good experience for me when I was growing up in the Spicelands, and I struggled with making friends because of my appearance. I was often called horrible names and was seen as an abomination due to my fae magic and wings. Oh and not to mention my light coloured dough, since a pure tiefling is born with darker dough.

💐: The only one who truly loved and cared for me was my own mother. She gave all the love and support she could ever give to help me overcome my insecurities…

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Starfruit doesn't dream often. He sleeps, but doesn't really dream about it.

But when he does? Hes…not in the familiar candlelit blackstone halls of his church (when did he stop referring to it as home? He doesn't remember.) Instead, it's cold. He bobs on the surface of the water like a fishing lure, the water laps at his skin; the sea-salt drips through the dry cracks in his scales and stings the sensitive skin beneath. 

He floats, his exhales are sporadic - sharp and jagged in the back of his throat. His eyes trace the sky, it's always dark here; even with his eyes trained to see though the black, he can never see past his hands - the claws filed down, raw and irritated at the nail from where the file had caught the skin. 

He drifts, the silence deafening - even when the sound of rushing water should be audible, it's still so quiet. He should swim, he knows that - but he's so tired.

(He remembers running. Running and running and running - through flowers and silver trees; until water swims around his dough and he's no longer on land.)

The moon shines down on his face as he drifts, and for a moment Starfruit almost feels pitied - but he closes his eyes and the feeling vanishes. He can't remember why or how he's here - but he can hear the rumbling in his ears and the ‘CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUMBLE!’ in his ear, the sound of everything he’d known being destroyed. Something moves in the corner of his eye - and starfruit flails, breaking the peace as he tries to move away - but all that is around him is water, and his skull dips under the water instead.

The salt burns his eyes as he kicks and squirms, before finally emerging from beneath the water - gasping and wheezing; but he finds no peace. There's a familiar halo in his reflection, large angelic wings and the same warped face that should’ve been his home's divinity. He freezes, before shoving his head back into the cold.

He dives deeper. It's better than seeing it on the surface. His tail curls around his legs and his wings remain pinned to his spine as he swims deeper and deeper into the depth of the sea - the water burns his eyes, it pushes through his mouth that he can't seem to close and makes him feel sick; but he doesn't stop. He wills strength he doesn't have into his movement; diving and diving until not even the moon's gaze can reach him. His chest aches, his lungs burn, his head spins as he stops - floating beneath the water surface, it's even darker here now, his night vision doesn't work as well anymore. It doesn't matter - it's getting a little too hard to breathe now.

“Oh, My child - you seem awfully lost, hm?”

A voice rumbles through his ears where that sickening ‘CRUNCH!’ had been, its voice...warm; almost like a coo - and Starfruit tries to will his eyes open, but they're too heavy. He hears a chuckle, and flinches weakly when something soft and warm cups his spine. He's being lifted, he thinks? It's hard to tell - but the world is no longer cold. He gasps, spasming slightly when he registers he's no longer submerged in the dark - and instead the world around him is bright; with glittering yellow eyes that all fixate on him as he breathes shakily, his tail thumping against the large clawed hand in which he's resting in. 

He looks up slowly, but he can't make out the face - there's just so many feathers. His eyes blur, and pain sparks in his temples - but…its soothed when a large thumb gently presses against his forehead, sending a wave of relief through his aching body; his eyes fluttering without pain this time.

“Rest here, my child. You are safe. Nothing can reach you here.” 

The voice is familiar, but Starfruit can't place it as a sweeping fog creeps up through his brain. His eyelids close, and he sinks away into the warmth around him…and feels oddly at peace.

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When he awakes the next morning, Starfruit feels well rested. He tells nobody about his dream, he keeps the memory tucked to his chest whilst he bugs Blue Cheese about herbs whilst helping pack up the camp once more, his tail wagging back and forth like an eager cakehound. 

I am now opening the @n3on-shrimp ask box for Cookie Run: Dungeons. Ask to your hearts content about characters, worldbuilding, lore.

I may even reveal some DM-Exclusive content if I feel the time is right.

Or don't, we ball.

If Nebula Paprika could choose any Beast to try and "fix", who would she pick?

Hmmmm, honestly it would depend on who has the deepest lore...

I'd probably say either Divine Vanilla Cookie or Wilted Lily Cookie because y'know...

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Do you like Cookie Run?

Do you like innocent sillies experiencing eldrich horrors?

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This campaign is a homebrew story derived from the mind of me - n3on - and takes place only a decade after the Second Dark Flour War (Beast-Yeast ep 15).

All evil has been vanquished from the world of Earthbread, no darkness remains, and the world is in an era of pure, radiant Light.

And only Light.

Yet, a new danger has risen - 5 beings of twisted Purity who have taken over Crispia, and 5 new Virtues who shall one day bring these Beasts to their end, just like the mighty Heroes before them.

Welcome, to Cookie Run: Dungeons.

"Light without Darkness is blinding,

Darkness without Light is Abyssal."