#Sapling cookie

[tea-the-not-understanding]

This is Sapling new reference! He's tall as fuck too, big, large, like really large

When I'm done with the height chart, I can draw their proper reference to it. For now, this is the reference

Also this universe, each cookies have different names

Churro - Porra Shadow milk - Lactos Intolerant Lactos nightmare Lactos no bueno ( etc because me and @roseofdarkness0 having too much fun making fun of his name when we think about it.) Pure vanilla - Orchid Longan - Ivory

@ask-churro-cookie @ohabeeeeeee @kaylikestodrawlittlenightmares @m00r3-cha0s yo I did Sapling new reference, this is their third redesign- jkngkjgng

[autisticfoxgirl333]

LET'S GET OUR SECOND COMPETITOR!

[brittle-doughie]

Since we had that story of Y/N Cookie wanting to keep the Ancients from going out and getting themselves killed up against Dark Enchantress Cookie, how about something similar with the Beasts?

>The Beasts get corrupted

>Y/N Cookie, not corrupted, tries to fight them, and fails

>cue them starting to die

>Beasts start panicking, completely overestimating how much Y/N Cookie could take

>Y/N Cookie, in their last moments, wishes they could’ve done more to help the Beasts not get corrupted before finally going

>Witch(es) stumble upon this scene, seeing their greatest cookie having been crumbled, along with whatever other carnage is around

>cue literally everything else

Being sealed away with the guilt of spilling jam from the cookie you all loved the most fresh on your mind? They are NOT gonna be doing so hot in there.

The Tale of the Forced Hand (The Five Beasts)

Witch’s Castle witches are pretty neat.

“The story begins when this very Silver Tree was only a small sapling…When the World of Desserts was at its infancy.”

“The Witches baked six Cookies to help them in their creation of the world.”

“..harness the radiance bestowed upon you for the betterment of this world…”

“And the six Cookies imbued with absolute powers walked Earthbread as almighty envoys of the Great Creators.”

“Knowledge, Volition, Compassion, Happiness, Change, and Solidarity.”

“The Dessert World bound by these Five Virtues was nothing short of paradise.”

Gingerbrave and Wizard Cookie chimed in with their responses.

“So those six Cookies were the original owners of the Soul Jam?”

“Huh…Those “Six Virtues” are different from those of the Soul Jams. There’s six of them, yet only five today…”

“The Virtue of Compassion is what held the other Virtues so closely together, cherishing each of them equally as much.”

“Alas, for they and the perfect age were short-lived. Absolute power begets nothing but arrogance. It inevitably corrupts its wielder, bringing them to the most tragic of ends…A fate even the Witches were unable to foresee.”

“One by one, the Five, once regarded as saviors of the Cookie World, gradually turned to Darkness. And thus, the Five Virtues, too, became distorted, twisted…reduced to Deceit, Apathy, Sloth, Destruction, and Silence….”

Strawberry Cookie shuddered in worry at the mere mention of the fallen virtues.

“Deceit, Apathy, Sloth, Destruction, and Silence..that sounds really scary…

“Wait, what about the Virtue of Compassion? They weren’t evil too, were they?”

“The Virtue of Compassion was able to prevail against their descent into Darkness with their Soul Jam, whereas now the Five Beasts, the apostles of evil, began their dark crusade…”

“The Witches asked of Compassion to protect the Cookie World from the Beast Cookies, lending them what strength they could give.”

“Compassion fought bravely against the Beasts, blocking each of their blows and resisting their sickly whispers…But it was only a matter of time before Compassion slowly began to whittle…”

———————————————————————

“Come on, snap out of you all! This isn’t what you guys once were!”

“What’s the big deal, silly willy~ There isn’t anything wrong with dabbling yourself in a little bit of Darkness, you should try it with us!”

“No! This isn’t you! You were all my best friends! Come to your senses! Now!”

“It pains me to see you still cling onto false hope that you’re different than the rest of us, darling~ Can you just let go and become who you really are? For me~?”

“I can’t…I cannot forsake my oath to protect the Cookie World. You all know that! Cookies that want happy lives, don’t you want that?”

“They will all meet the same fate in the end, reduced to nothing…the futility of all this should be clear to you…”

“As if! It isn’t pointless to live life the way you want it to! It’s how you spend it and make the most of it!”

“They will all crumble in the end, so why not give them a little push! You’re starting to really aggravate me now, Y/N Cookie!”

“I won’t let you hurt them and I don’t want to hurt you all any more then I have to! Please, don’t do this…”

“……”

“Your silence says everything I need to hear from you. I tried…but I will put a stop you no matter if I’m reduced to bits!”

———————————————————————

“Woah….What happened to them?”

“The Virtue of Compassion fought for as long as they were able, their dough slowly whittling away with every blow that dealt to them. The Beasts have overestimated just how durable their former friend was…and they perished right in the middle of the circle….”

———————————————————————

“Ok, ya silly goose! You can stand right back up now! You put on a great show, let us give you a round of applause!”

“Darling, we know we haven’t hit you too hard. You can join us and we can all be together once more as Beasts…”

“Hmm…they don’t seem to be responding to us…”

“Hey, Y/N Cookie. Quit being soft and get up already, you’re..starting to worry me a bit here, you know.”

Silent Salt Cookie knelt down and placed their thumb on your wrist…jumping back when they feel nothing…

“Ahaha! Okay! This isn’t funny anymore, you softie! You win! Stand up on your two feet now! I’ll make you if you don’t!”

“D-Darling? P-Please get up. Look, I’m sorry for what I said earlier, I-WE just really wanted you to join us…”

“Burning Spice Cookie, just how hard were your strikes to their dough?

“D-Don’t put any type of blame on me! All of you were just as rough with them as I was!”

“….!”

The Beast Cookies rushed to their fallen friend in the center, clearly distraught on their faces…

“Y/N Cookie, if you don’t stop playing jokes with me right now, I’ll never forgive you!”

“Darling! Wake up! I-I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have hit you so hard! Please wake up! You have to! Don’t leave me alone!”

“It was pointless to try and stop us, Y/N Cookie. Yet…my heart cries and aches, why did you have to resist….please, wake up…”

“God DAMN IT. I-I went too far, I shouldn’t have been so brutal with my swings and now look at you, your dough..damaged and ruined….because of me….”

“….Hmph….”

Silent Salt just lowered their head to look at the ground, feeling nothing but shame and remorse for what they had done…for what they all had done….

“I wish…I could’ve done more for you all…I wished…that I had loved all of you more…to not…end up like this...”

“…..I’m sorry…..”

———————————————————————

“The Witches couldn’t bear to see what fate had befallen their creations, made even more distraught at the loss of their greatest creation among them all…they punished the Beasts by sealing them away deep within this land…”

“And planted the seed of the Silver Tree to ensure their evil power never sees the light of day again. Right where the Virtue of Compassion was laid to rest, so that at least a part of them can live on….From then on, this land where the Beasts were put to sleep, was called Beast Yeast.”

“The Witches then gathered the last vestiges of power bestowed upon the Beasts, untouched by their corruption. They further cleansed, purified it, and in the end…Soul Jam was created. The purest Soul Jam was meant to be earned by Cookies who had proven themselves worthy.”

“All, but Compassion. For their purity simply could not be remade again. The Witch who personally baked Compassion had locked herself away in grief after the loss of her cookie and took the knowledge of the recipe and baking of Compassion with her…”

“So, there can never be another cookie like Compassion?”

“It’s what they say, but all life powder returns to the earth. It isn’t out of the realm of possibility that the Virtue of Compassion may return in some form, someday…”

Everyone’s eyes turned to Y/N Cookie, who was casually eating some food offered to them by the Faeries.

“…..What?”

[yanderecookierunkingdom]

Six becomes Five

Next

Inspired by @brittle-doughie and his few works about the 5 Beasts! The ones were the reader being a part of their group caught my eye, so have this!

You were Compassion, brilliant, and beautiful. You aided the Cookies in their times of need, when they needed you most. Helping them up to their feet, using your powers to heal them, to soothe arguments. Your friends were once like that too.

Shadow Milk Cookie loved to put on plays for the Cookies, and have them join in. He'd always give you one of the main parts alongside him. It was only fair!

Burning Spice Cookie was always so valiant in defending them, with Silent Salt Cookie by his side. The two were nigh unstoppable, and with you near to always heal any wounds, they really were.

Eternal Sugar Cookie would often join you in aiding the common Cookies, always lounging on her cloud. She always made a spot for you, though. Mystic Flour Cookie would tag along too, going on and on about things seen. It always made you smile.

Until.. something changed.

You didn't notice it at first. It was subtle things, especially whenever you weren't around. Being cruel and hateful towards the Cookies, seeing them as lesser. For not having the power baked and blessed into you six.

You only saw it all too late when your comrades gleefully recounted all that they had done during one of your meetup sessions. You were briefly in shock before shakily congratulating them. You didn't want to anger them. You couldn't take all five of them at once in a fight..

However, you didn't need to wait long. Your Creators, the Witches, soon saw this and upon seeing you untouched by greed and corruption, asked for you help.

Mournfully, you agreed.

You called them all to the spot, saying you had a dance you wanted to show them. A special one, just for their eyes. It was difficult getting them in the exact spots, but once you did..

The Forks fell, trapping them one by one. You continued your dance until the sapling of the Silver Tree was planted, where you then bowed to them.

None of them could understand. Why would you betray them?

Why were you walking away?!

"COME BACK, YOU CAN'T LEAVE!"

For so long following that fateful day, you tried to stay there in Beast-Yeast, but it wasn't possible. Many of the remaining Cookies, that were the Faeire Cookies, couldn't bare to live there any longer.

So you said a mournful goodbye, and led the Cookies that wanted a new home to a new home. Crispia, you decided it would be called. Once many Cookies began to settle, you turned and left. You couldn't bare the thought of becoming like one of the Beasts, so you secluded yourself, changed yourself.

Your divine appearance, your name, everything. Once a Cookie representing Compassion, now you were a mere shadow of yourself. The only thing that stood constant was your Soul Jam, now a beautiful amulet around your neck instead of attached to your clothes.

It was the one thing you couldn't part with, no matter how hard you tried.

You rebuilt yourself. Made new friends, connections, loved ones.

Until the day came.

You had to return to that land to find White Lily Cookie. You didn't want to, but for the sake of the world, you had to.

Oh, it had all gone so terribly wrong. White Lily Cookie had awakened, you had your reunion with the Faeires, and then the Seal began to undo. Try as anyone might, it couldn't be resealed.

And from the rift.. came Shadow Milk Cookie.

Without a single thought, you put yourself between the group and him.

He opened his mouth to say something, but when he spotted you, his pupils went wide.

After so long of being trapped, hidden away by the seal and vines, Eternal Sugar Cookie's constant wailings about you being tricked, manipulated, or brainwashed had gotten to all the Beasts. It was the only explanation, it had to be.

And as Shadow Milk Cookie grins widely down at you, obession in his eyes, you swear to yourself.

You really shouldn't have come back to Beast-Yeast.

[anglicpetals]

Agere Petname / Title ideas

For tinies:

baby (girl/boy), sweetheart, love, flower, petal, sunshine, moonbeam, angel, darling, prankster, princess / prince / princette, little royal, buddy, sapling, my dawn, sweet (girl/boy), padawan, sweetness, doll

For pets:

bun / bunny, kitty / kitten, pup / puppy, lamb, cub, kit, dove, baby bat, fawn, bambi, fledgling, birdie, mini moth, buggie, baby bug, hopper, little leap frog, teddy bear

Food inspired:

cupcake, berry, gumdrop, honey, cookie, sugar, sweetie pie, sushi roll tootsie, bean, sweet pea, peanut, tater tot, pumpkin

For fem carers:

mama, mami, nana, m(o/u)mmy, m(o/u)mma, ma, miss, auntie, tia, amma, granny, grammy, mimi, didi, big sis, sissy

For masc carers:

papa, dada, daddy, abba, pa, pop, sir, mister, uncle, tito, zio, grampy, big bro

For gender neutral carers:

baba, zaza, bubba, nonny, captain, care bear, bubbie / bubby, big sib

Non english

mi corazón - my heart in spanish

mio tesoro - my treasure in italian

bambino - baby in italian

mon cœur - my heart in french

fleur - flower in french

ange - angel in french

[hwatermelons]

unconventional gender neutral terms of endearment ^^

(mostly made this cause my drafts always have "baby" a million times and then i replace them lol)

- pretty (as in pretty girl/boy, but without the gender word attached) - starlight/my star, sunshine - honestly if you put "my" before anything it could probably work as an endearment - animals: firefly (got the idea from sufjan stevens), bunny, dove, mouse, hamster, hummingbird, penguin, monkey 😭, kitten (this one's kinda popular) - flowers: tulip, rose, sunflower, a flower that's special between your characters - fruits/vegetables: pumpkin, bean, mango, lychee, kiwi, peach, nectarine, apricot, berry(!!), blueberry, strawberry, raspberry, cherry, etc - sweets! a special weakness of mine is sweets from the person saying the endearment's culture. like if someone who was also indian called me their kaju katli i'd melt (but probably not laddu unless it's clear they're teasing and i get back at them 💀). maybe runs the risk of being cringey tho? honestly as long as it's from the sayer's culture and suits their personality it's fine - examples of sweets that don't belong to a certain culture: cookie, brownie - nature: snowflake, raindrop?? (i guess it works if your character has something to do with water), sprout, sapling

and here's some classic gn terms of endearment if your character's more into that: - darling (i see this as a perfect alternative to princess/prince) - love/my love - lovely/beautiful - baby/babe (can be used in both cute and teasing/suggestive moods) - angel (personal favorite of mine!) - dear (it's so "grown old together" vibes, i'm in love with this one for this purpose) - honey, honey pie, sugar, sweet(ie). honestly if they're used for s/os, it feels kinda old-fashioned. but for parent figures saying it to someone much younger that they care about, children or otherwise? (i'm imagining a southern (from america) beekeeper with no children or spouse of her own who sells her famous honey to buy food for the small army of orphaned children that shows up on her front porch every morning for breakfast. and these are the kinds of things she'd call them. perfection.)

[farmerstarter]

eeee i love your work! could you do something with a fem (or gn that’s fine) reader with haley? maybe having a girls night? thank you so much! have a lovely day or night!!! :) 🩷🩷

ʚ📸ɞ ˚ · . A Girl's Night with Haley :

Tags: Haley from SDV x fem!reader

I'm so sorry this took so long anon! I got lazy for the past few days and didn't want to do any requests ^^; but I hope you like this, despite its lateness. If you have any requests then feel free to send me an ask!

🎀You and Haley didn't start off on the right foot so it's surreal to be in her room for a one-on-one girls night. If you told your past self you were sitting on her vanity, looking at the little red boats of her beach wallpaper and having Haley comb through your hair, she'd laugh in your face. But you were here, doing exactly that. Haley sent you a letter earlier that morning, inviting you to her room to spend the night. It was delicate, carefully crafted than the usual letter you'd get from your parents or Lewis. It smelled like Haley's perfume, a sweet undertone of cocoa. Even had a lipstick kiss mark at the end to seal the deal. You hardly dress up. The fanciest dress you've ever worn was for the Flower Dance, which you spent standing on the sidelines, totally not staring at Haley while she spun around. It's not that you like her (you totally do), but you decided to put on your better pairs of boots for the occasion. You're sure Haley would like the gesture and from her looking you up and down with a smile, it worked. But the boots weren't the reason why she was smiling.

🎀Haley baked cookies for you. They're in the shape of chickens. Well, as close to chickens as they could get. There were white ones, brown ones, blue ones, and one black one for the void chicken that's in your coop. There were as many cookies as chickens that you have. You could tell which cookie was which chicken. It surprised you. You've only shown Haley your coop once and you thought she was too busy making sure she didn't ruin her shoes. The cookies were your favorite flavor.

🎀It was spring, so the only thing that Haley has been thinking about was the Flower Dance. She insisted you help her practice her dance moves. She wanted to be Flower Queen for the sixth time in a row. You and her danced in the middle of her bedroom, your hands intertwined together. The two of you would take turns twirling each other, both of you moving closer after each spin. You and Haley ended up slow dancing in each others arms. She asked you to be her dance partner right then and there. You happily accepted. She later joked that she wouldn't mind as much if you won Flower Queen instead of her.

🎀You had sunflowers for Haley, your go-to gift for her. Literally the only reason why you started growing them on your farm. And as she always does, she fawns over it and says her thanks. You soon found out that she keeps your sunflowers in a vase in her bedroom. And for the sunflowers that were about to wilt, she told you that she turned them into bookmarks with Emily's help. She later told you her plan to make you and her flower crowns for the Flower Dance out of the sunflowers you give her 🥺

🎀It didn't take long for Haley to take out her camera. You two had a makeshift photoshoot, using all the hats, scarves and accessories in Haley's closet as props. Haley set her camera up on a tripod, and she would run to you to pose before the timer would run and snap a photo. The photos are an amalgamation of faces, some overly serious, most were just big smiles and blushing cheeks. Haley's favorite photo is of her kissing your cheek, the two of you dressed up in Haley's winter clothes. You decided it's your favorite as well. Haley keeps that picture framed on her bedside table.

🎀You've watched "The Brave Little Sapling", both of you wearing pajamas, and huddled together on Haley's bed with her head resting on your shoulder and cappuccino mousse cake on both your laps.

🎀The two of you baked pink cake in the kitchen, trying to be quiet because it was 1 in the morning. The two of you got that idea after finding a recipe for it in one of the many magazines that Haley has. It turned out great, a bit lopsided but that didn't stop Haley from taking pictures of your creation. It had little heart candies sprinkled on top of it. Haley broke her spring diet to eat a slice with you.

🎀You left the next morning with leftover cookies, one of Haley's hats ("It's yours now, I don't want my (y/n) getting sunburnt), and a heart shaped locket with a picture of Haley. Haley's got one for her too, one with your picture in it. She gave it to you the moment you were about to leave for home. She was descreet about it, making sure Emily was out of sight. She slipped it in your front pocket, blushing. And of course, she said good bye with a quick peck on the cheek.

[hexalianrebel-blackfeathers]

The T.I.C.K.L.E. Bomb (@squealing-santa 2024)

Panda’s Notes: Happy late holidays to @gingerlee-holds, my favorite Tumblr sibling. >w< I'm sorry about this being so late, but between two different sicknesses and trying to get into college again, I have not been having a fun winter. I was really excited about writing this the whole time though, and I'm kind of proud of it, so I hope you like it too.

[Ao3] || [Cookies Found: 0] || [Commissions] || [Ko-fi]

Izuku Midoriya knows a lot of things. Probably too many things, to be honest. Probably too many things that he shouldn’t know. Things that can get a stupid, overthinking, adorable, unfiltered wiseass in trouble if he isn’t careful with the information or what he does with said information.

Information like, say…

How to build a bomb?

Why the fuck would he even need to know something like that?

Better question: do you want to know too?

-TRIGGER

Important to know about things that explode: There’s always a TRIGGER. Like a button; if it gets pressed, explosion happens. Usually, it’s something as simple as an actual button of sorts, or maybe a timer ticking down, or a clock. Sometimes it’s as complicated as a remote signal or a light pattern, or the position of Jupiter in relation to the Dog Star or some shit. Now, some people might think of the trigger as the final piece, but for methodical overthinkers Midoriya, it’s a key place to start. You want to make sure you have your keys before you lock a door, and you want to make sure your trigger is stable before you build the rest of the bomb.

Science favors the consistent, after all.

“Deku!” Bakugou snarled under his breath, glancing over his shoulder to find Midoriya spinning a pen casually between his fingers.

Midoriya blinked curiously, innocently. What was Bakugou upset about? They could usually get through class without him making a scene, at least.

Bakugou glared at him pointedly—a warning—before he looked back at his own worksheet.

Midoriya smirked a bit to himself, catching the “pen” in his palm and clicking it. The tip of the pen extended into a short pointing stick, just barely the length of Midoriya's forearm, and he tried to keep quiet as he leaned just enough to drag the tip down Bakugou's spine.

He flinched sharply, his breath catching on a stifled giggle as his shoes squeaked against the floor.

The room was suddenly tense as Aizawa stopped talking, and a few of their classmates held back their own laughter as he glanced over his shoulder with glowing eyes.

Midoriya had clicked the button as quietly as he could, stashing the fake pen up his sleeve and folding his hands on his desk as he bit his lip.

And the second Aizawa huffed and looked away, Bakugou was glaring a hole straight though his head.

Yep. Trigger’s good.

~~~~~~~~~

-INCINDIARY

More often than not, the bulk of an explosion’s destruction comes from the fire that happens afterward. While not every bomb results in a fire, those that do require a spark to ignite them. Now, it’d be easy to mistake this spark for a TRIGGER, but it’s more of a second step. Like so: The trigger is activated, and the INCINDIARY starts the reaction.

Midoriya combed his fingers through Bakugou’s hair, smiling softly at the way he leaned back into the touch. Bakugou rested his head against Midoriya’s knee, sighing through his nose as he tapped the controller in his hands.

“You do realize you need to bring the iron back to base at some point, right?” Bakugou huffed.

“Mhm…” Midoriya nodded, scratching gingerly at Bakugou’s scalp. “I already said I will. Just like you said you’d help me build the mob spawner.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes and groaned. “I’m gonna build your fuckin’ mob spawner after I bring back these damn mangrove saplings or whatever they’re called.”

“Aw, you’re thinking about the colors already?”

Bakugou huffed, shrugging his shoulder slightly as Midoriya’s fingers started to crawl over his ears. “Shut up…”

Midoriya snickered, leaning to bury his face in the blond hair before he glanced back at the screen they were sharing. As he spotted Bakugou’s character sprinting back into the compound they’d built, Midoriya leaned to grab his controller. He opened the door to their iron farm, hardly taking a step outside before he threw a single snowball.

“Why do you have your dogs wander—” Bakugou had started to ask, only to flinch as the snowball hit his character. “Wait, did you just—No!”

In an instant, four of the dogs that Midoriya had gathered were attacking him all at once. Bakugou stammered, torn between wanting to avoid damage and not wanting to hurt Midoriya’s pets. Unfortunately, this left him a few blocks short of his house when his character dropped over dead. As his side of the screen glowed red, he watched Midoriya’s dogs nose around his fallen items, apparently picking them all up.

“I told you this mod pack was great.” Midoriya giggled tauntingly, reaching to play with his hair again.

Bakugou grabbed his hand, taking a breath as he spoke slowly. “I didn’t get to reset my fucking spawn. Do you know how many levels I had?”

Midoriya was unfazed, smirking playfully and leaning to look over his shoulder. “And that’s why I built the emergency base at spawn. And the levels can be sorted with the five clerics that you said were a waste of time to level up.”

Bakugou pouted heavily, grabbing Midoriya by his shirt and angrily kissing his cheek.

Definitely a simmer. For now, at least.

~~~~~~~~~

-CASING

Funny enough, this can swing from the least important to possibly the most crucial. The CASING, naturally, contains every essential part of the device, and it can range from a simple clear housing to an intricately designed piece of hardware meant to camouflage into its hiding place.

“If you have even half the brain you had literally an hour ago, you will fucking untie me.”

Midoriya pulled a shocked face, not that Bakugou threatening him was surprising or even offensive anymore.

What will always be shocking and offensive, however, is betrayal, which is the only word that can describe tying your partner’s hoodie sleeves together while he’s half asleep during a cuddle session.

“Deku, for fuck’s sake, can you not go one day without being a little—?”

Midoriya had stolen a soft kiss on his lips to shut Bakugou up, his hands starting to crawl along the hem of his shirt before scribbling playfully up his sides. Bakugou huffed and cringed, biting back a smile and trying to writhe under him.

“Y-You—C-Cut it out!” He growled through snickers as his squirming made them sink deeper into the beanbag chair.

“Why~?” Midoriya asked playfully. “Is something bothering you?” He pressed his thumbs along his sides before squeezing at his hipbones.

“Fuck off!” Bakugou snorted, finally attempting to pull his arms free of his sleeves.

Midoriya quickly shifted his hands instead, wrapping his arms around Bakugou’s ribs and nuzzling into his neck.

Bakugou blinked warily before giving a half-amused huff and returning the tight squeeze.

“Dammit, Deku…” He chuckled, rolling his wide-awake eyes at Midoriya pretending to sleep against him.

Casing secured.

~~~~~~~~~

-KINDLING

Unlike everything else, KINDLING is the only truly optional piece of a device. Consider it an extra enhancement to the INCINDIARY. When the fire starts, it might need a little fuel to keep it burning, just in case.

Midoriya stretched his hands as he yawned, groaning tiredly as he pulled one back to run his palm over his face.

The other hand, however, was caught before he could pull it back. A calloused touch ran up his palm before fingers laced with his and squeezed softly. Or not, actually; that kind of hurt. Midoriya snickered and opened one eye, finding Bakugou sitting beside him on the bed and apparently debating whether or not to crush his hand.

Bakugou glanced down at Midoriya’s face before pressing a chaste kiss on his knuckles. “’Sup, fucker?” He greeted with a slight smirk.

Midoriya pouted, squeezing Bakugou’s hand in return as he glanced toward his bedside table. “It is barely eight in the morning; why are you already like this?”

Bakugou shrugged, letting Midoriya’s hand fall as he moved to lie down beside him. “You seen my blue hoodie?” He asked casually, resting his chin on his arms.

Midoriya hummed as he rolled over to look at him. “Not lately. Why?”

The blonde huffed curiously, glancing to meet Midoriya’s eyes. “You positive? Because I asked Chipmunk the other day. She seemed pretty certain the last place she saw it was with you.”

Midoriya might have hesitated to answer, and Bakugou might have noticed his quick little flail for words. “You think I would lie to you?” He tried to sound sweet and innocent.

“You don’t want me to answer that.” Bakugou sneered slightly at the way Midoriya pouted and turned away from him, reaching to scratch gently along Midoriya’s spine. “But, I suppose I’ll let it slide for now. …Y’know, assuming you are telling the truth.”

Bakugou gingerly traced a few shapes on Midoriya’s back. “If I find out you’re lying…” He whispered playfully, grinning as the other boy squirmed. He shifted to pull Midoriya into his arms, nuzzling softly into the crook of his neck before pushing himself away. There was a soft pat on his leg and a sneaky tickle on his foot before Bakugou walked out of Midoriya’s room, and Midoriya stretched as the door shut quietly.

And as soon as it did, Midoriya rolled over and reached into the sliver of space between his bed and the corner of his walls, pulling up a soft blue hoodie with a bright yellow belly and four red circles on its back. He couldn’t help giggling as he hugged it to his chest for a moment before hiding it again.

It’s almost time~

~~~~~~~~~

-LOCATION

There’s a dumb little saying in real estate: ‘Location, location, location’. And while real estate, as a concept, is stupid, there is truth in such a saying. The final LOCATION for a device determines everything: from the speed of the TRIGGER; to the shape of the casing; to the type of incendiary. Now, something to consider: when planning something so meticulous as a bomb, one occasionally needs to be much more hands-on. For example, certain locations need to be carefully prepared before the big event.

“I still think you’re going to die.” Uraraka teased gently, resting her hands on her hips as she watched Midoriya work.

Midoriya acknowledged her comment with a casual sort of noise, kicking at the side of the pile of pillows he’d built up around one of the beanbag chairs in the corner of the commons. “You’re probably right.” He shrugged. “But I still say it’ll be worth it~!”

He shouldered past her playfully, scooping a quilt off of the couch and dropping it with a slight flair of his arms. She giggled and followed along, stacking up a few of the stuffed animals she had brought for him.

Less than an hour now…

Midoriya’s hands might have been shaking. Every breath made his chest fill up with butterflies. As he walked through the hallways in the stolen hoodie, he almost wished he could make use of its fake flame vents just to drain some heat from his face. At the same time, the weight of the round, chubby beanbag critters he had were practically burning a hole in his pocket, as if they were begging to escape. He almost told himself he could hear their whiny little pleas, but he knew it was his own inner voice just egging him on.

When he finally pulled the trigger, he almost felt like he wasn’t in control. But he felt his weight pressing his shoulder into the barely-opened door, and he felt the weight of the three blue—and one brown—toys as he threw them like grenades.

Bakugou had barely looked up when his door opened, and his hands had just reached his headphones when he was hit with four little beanbags that squeaked out their names on impact with his head and torso.

Time stood still. Bakugou stared in slight disbelief at both Midoriya and his choice of weaponry. There was the slightest hint of a grin on his face as he picked up one of the critters and cradled it in his hands. Frankly, that alone was almost worth it; Midoriya smiled brightly as he watched him…Right up until Bakugou’s gaze fell on him again.

His soft smile shifted, his entire face twisting into a vicious sneer. And Midoriya felt chills run up and down his spine.

Game on.

~~~~~~~~~

-EXPLOSION

…I suppose I have to paint a picture, because I want you to really understand. Every bit of preparation; every piece—material and conceptual—involved; it all culminates in one glorious moment. A single instant. A dazzling EXPLOSION. In the proper hands, the event is masterful. It’s exhilarating; it’s chaotic; poetic, even.

And it’s so damn fun.

Midoriya shrieked excitedly as he sprinted through the halls back toward the stairs, already laughing through panic at the knowledge that he wasn’t getting out of the proverbial blast radius anytime soon.

“You scheming little shit!” Bakugou barked after him, grinning like a fiend and struggling not to laugh himself. “Get back here so I can kill you!”

“You’re not catching me that easily, Kacchan~!” Midoriya taunted, sparks of black and pink energies zapping through his hair. He reached his hands out, a pair of Blackwhips lashing from his wrists to grab the closest stair railing and catapult himself down.

“Oh, you fucking cheater!” Bakugou called, and explosions crackled as he boosted himself down the stairs after his fleeing partner.

Midoriya had just barely gotten out of Bakugou’s sight as they left the stairwell, rushing as best he could toward the commons when he was suddenly tackled off of his feet.

The common area was quickly a mess of scattered pillows and stuffed animals as the pair wrestled, and Bakugou didn’t bother trying to grab his hands when it was much easier to just grab his hips. Instantly, Midoriya was squealing with helpless laughter, his own hands grabbing at Bakugou’s wrists as he sank into the pile and tried to kick.

Bakugou couldn’t help smirking at him, letting his fingers scribble under the hem of his hoodie to squeeze around his stomach. “You’re such a damn menace, y’know?” He snickered, leaning to press a kiss to Midoriya’s neck and relishing in the squeaky giggles it got.

Meanwhile, Uraraka and Iida peeked over from the stairwell, with Iida holding a stopwatch in one hand.

“Bakugou definitely goes easier on you two.” He teased, chuckling as Bakugou whacked Midoriya with a pillow before pulling him into a hug. “Took him almost two minutes to catch him this time.”

“Look, not all of us can run at the speed of sound, Emergency Exit.” Uraraka taunted back before nudging Iida playfully with her elbow. “Bet you I can beat my record before you beat yours though.”

Of course, Midoriya didn’t the whole “making a bomb” process a secret.

[vxlentinescookies]

HII tysm for making my request 😭😭

Could you make some headcanons of some parent-child relationship Longan x reader *BUT* reader is like pond dino, what would he do as a parent in the HYPOTHETICAL reason they didn’t kill them ?? (*'▽'*)

→ ❛Sapling❜

→ Pairing ; Longan Dragon Cookie & Reader → Quote ; N/A → Genre ; Headcanons → A/N ; Here you go! Also, im glad you liked the request i did for you!

The dragon was no parent, in no way were they fit to welcome in children to their palace, so tell me why, why did they welcome you under their wing after almost turning you into stone?

Its an odd occurrence, at first they were about to turn you into stone, leave you as a statue and dont care about it the next day.

But when you clung to their silk attire, there was something that shifted on their mind, and for once, they questioned why they’d turn you into stone?

I guess in their mind they thought that, since you were so moldable, there may be a chance at taking you in and shaping you in the way they wanted.

Very well, you’ve been granted the right to live (in Longan’s mind), what now?

Taking care of such a young cookie is not a task Longan takes care of, instead, passing it onto their subjects such as Snake Fruit Cookie, they’ll take care of you better than Longan ever could, so the relationship you grow to have with them is merely one sided.

Grow to love or hate them, Longan dosent care, as long as you dont try to overthrow them, they’re indifferent.

They will, however, try to raise you under their ideals, so its very probable you’ll grow to hate cookies as much as they do.

You’ll be trained in every way possible, thats their wishes, and you will need to abide to them.

But for now, enjoy being a small inexperienced cookie, again, you’ve been granted the right to live, so truly, what will you become when you grow up?

[shadowmilkcookieeee]

Heeey! hellooo! Can I request a Matcha cookie × reader? Romantic pls. Her don't have so much stuff 💔

SHES SO CUTE I'm actively chewing on her robes as I'm typing. I never realized there was so little about her, but when reading ab her there was MINIMAL??? I'll try and fix this dw

Pairing: Matcha Cookie x GN! Reader

Gardening.

The room was dark and damp...

"..heh heh..!"

The bitter aroma of green tea leaves filled the air...

"...did you see..?"

And the rough push against your arm roused you from your sleep as you'd open your eyes... To see Matcha Cookie beaming at you, her delight coming off of her like static electricity.

"Heh heh! A new one grew..!" Her quiet voice would further encourage you to stay conscious as she'd point to a new sapling by her bed, trying to make sure you acknowledged what had brought her so much joy so suddenly. She'd grown countless little tea tree sprouts in pots left upon her chamber floors, but she'd always cared for each and every one like it was the most important little plant on Earthbread.

"I see. You take good care of them, of course they'd grow. They thrive here because of you." Your kind words drew eery giggles from the cookie, but you knew she genuinely liked them. She'd set the small pot on your lap, quickly wrapping her arms around you with a new quickness.

"Mheh... It's... glorious! My tea leaves... will be plentiful!" She'd mumble about evil schemes that included her little saplings, quietly rambling to you as her arms stayed tight around your shoulders.

It had been hard breaking through her shell, the process was slow.. but the results spoke for themselves when she'd absentmindedly give you affection.

It had been quite the journey... But one that was worth it in the end. With the aromatic leaves around you two and the dark hiding it away... Your love had sprouted just like the little saplings she adored.

🌱

Sorry if it's out of character lol! Yn and Matcha Cookie are everything to me, even if there is NOTHING about her personality 😭 I hope you at least got a good read out of this!

Happy New Year

[nightlastsforever-au]

Bio: Rulers of the Crystal Empire 💎

— Some say, Princess Amore will retire soon, and her place is going to be taken by Radiant Hope. Well... maybe some pony is working with shadow forces and plotting so that this doesn't happen. Does the name Cadenza reminds you of someone?

— See the other characters in this AU here:

Princess Luna 🌙 | DayBreaker 🔥 | HeartStrings | Strawbery Twist | Cookie Crisps | SunStone | Swan Feathers | Autumn Sapling

[tea-the-not-understanding]

yo guys

@enter-the-hellfire @ask-churro-cookie @ohabeeeeeee @theblackcubeofdarkness @the-tricksters-domain

[autisticfoxgirl333]

Fictional Characters #5

[brittle-doughie]

(Attempt number 4)

Can I have a Millennial Tree fic? Nothing exists for this tree

Could’ve sworn I’ve written something before for him..

You: “So..that’s it. You’re going to give the CoD a seed too? After everything?”

Millennial Tree Cookie: “Don’t be so quick to judge harshly, Y/N Cookie. I saw how the one that tried to taint me has cared for Poison Mushroom Cookie, her soul is not at all pitch black as it may seem.”

You: “I’m…not following. What if they use that seed for evil?”

Millennial Tree Cookie: “That seed contains no power at the moment. Depending on this one’s heart, it might turn into a rotten seed, forever unable to sprout.”

You: “I guess that makes sense. Still a little wary giving them a seed….”

Pomegranate Cookie: “You need only a glance into the darkness to understand, Y/N Cookie. My offer still stands with you, but your..friends cannot follow.”

You: “I was wondering when you’d ask.”

Millennial Tree Cookie: “As for you, my sapling. I want to give you something more. I have watched your every move in my domain and how the Cookies around you have helped you.

Licorice Cookie: “What the?! They got a branch!”

Blue Lily Cookie: “Even Millennial Tree Cookie favors them!”

Lilybell Cookie: “Is his judgement not correct?”

Blue Lily Cookie: “No, I don’t doubt Millennial Tree Cookie’s decision and I have trust in Y/N Cookie. It’s just so soon that I’m surprised…!”

[cellgatinbo]

fit seeing the cookie missions today, and seeing that one of them is date saplings. he just stares at it and laughs a bit. "dates. we need dates today..."

[sanders1665]

Deck the Halls

She had me string the lights again,

cheap strands of electric cheer

clinging to the gutters like fake icicles,

and a tree—

some pine sapling dressed in

red and green plastic vomit

that barely hides its $19.99 roots.

She says it makes the neighbors happy.

Jeez, man, happy?

They’re already baking cookies for Jesus,

lining up their SUVs

to buy gift-wrapped joy from Walmart.

What do they care if I toss some blinking crap

on the porch?

Inside, she’s watching It’s a Wonderful Life.

Again.

The thousandth sob

for George Bailey and his stupid damn bridge.

"Need a tissue, dear?"

I mutter from behind my paper,

pretending not to notice her tears.

She doesn’t answer.

Doesn’t need to.

This is her thing,

her season of giving, forgiving,

and remembering what I’ve already forgotten.

Outside, I light a cigarette,

watch the glow pulse in the dark

like the stupid lights above me.

The neighbors wave.

I nod, exhaling.

Hell, maybe I’m more like them

than I want to admit.