#cookies writes and cookies wrongs

[cookies-over-yonder]

the quiet he holds runs a river that'll never find home

Sklonda uses her spare key to unlock the door of Riz's office when he doesn't answer after the third time. He's passed out on his desk, much like she expected, but when she goes to wake him up she feels just how warm he is. She sighs, pressing the back of her hand against his forehead. Of course he'd end up working himself into a fever at this rate.

title from Fireworks by Mitski

ao3

Sklonda uses her spare key to unlock the door of Riz's office when he doesn't answer after the third time.

He's passed out on his desk, much like she expected, but when she goes to wake him up she feels just how warm he is.

She sighs, pressing the back of her hand against his forehead. Of course he'd end up working himself into a fever at this rate.

The contact wakes him up, and she watches as his eyes crack open, bleary and unfocused.

"Ma...? Wha—wha—what time is it?" Riz asks, breathing faster and starting to tremble. "I miss... I missed..."

"Breathe, honey," Sklonda says, brushing away the hair stuck to his forehead and helping him sit up properly.

"Wha's going on...?" he asks, his eyes fluttering shut again. He reaches for his glasses with shut eyes, and Sklonda hands them to him.

"You have a fever, and you need rest," she says, helping him stand, "Let's go home, hon."

Riz doesn't protest, he doesn't have the energy for it, Sklonda suspects.

And then she's tucking him into her bed on Pok's side, and bringing him water, meds, and a cold compress for his forehead.

"'M gonna miss class," Riz whines, his eyes shut, "need to work... Kristen's campaign... aviation club..."

"What you need is sleep, honey. Everything else can wait until you're better," Sklonda says, kissing his forehead.

"Mm...m'kay..."

Sklonda leaves the room with the door ajar and calls Jawbone to let him know.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Jawbone, it's Sklonda. Riz isn't gonna be at school today, he's worked himself into a pretty nasty fever."

"I hate to say it, but that doesn't surprise me one bit.

Sklonda sighs. "Same here."

"I'll let the kids know. They'd been worrying 'cause of his radio silence."

"Thank you. He's asleep right now, but if I'm not careful, I'm sure he'll try to sneak right back to the office. Or to school."

Sklonda sighs, thinking for a moment about how calling off work today is a huge setback money-wise, but she has to do what she has to do.

"I'll make sure to get all the work he missed from his classes and keep it ready for when he's feeling better."

"Thank you, Jawbone."

The call ends, and Sklonda looks back at Riz, dead asleep. He's got one leg under the covers, and one leg on top. His eyebrows are still knitted together in the way they always are when he's deep in thought—it reminds her of Pok—and his breathing is slower now but still slightly unsteady. His ears and cheeks are a deep green, and his tail is flicking back and forth beside him, occassionally hitting him in the leg.

She sighs. "What am I going to do with you, kid?"

She grabs a pair of pyjamas and sets them at the foot of the bed for him to change into when he wakes up, and heads into the kitchen.

Cereal doesn't seem like the best choice. It's not very filling, not for Riz. He needs something with more substance.

They don't have any meat. Maybe Sklonda could run to the store, but it's best not to leave Riz alone.

As she's in the kitchen trying to figure out what to feed Riz, she hears a sob coming from her room.

She rushes over, to find Riz curled in on himself, sobbing.

"Hey, honey, I'm here, what's wrong?"

Riz reaches his arms out for her weakly, his eyes shut, and she's quick to wrap him in a hug. He's still incredibly feverish.

"Did you have a bad dream?"

Riz nods, crying harder and babbling gibberish that probably doesn't even make sense to him. Who's this Baron?

"Okay, okay, it's okay baby, you're safe, I promise," Sklonda says, rubbing circles into his back as she shushes him.

Riz whines, before relaxing and falling back asleep almost immediately.

It's almost eerie, the way he just passes out like that.

Sklonda thinks the last time Riz got this sick was before he was ten. After Pok died, he wouldn't sleep, and he wouldn't eat, and he would only bury himself in cases to solve around the neighbourhood for weeks on end, and eventually it all caught up to him, just like it is again now, Sklonda supposes.

She tucks Riz in again, brushing the hair out from his face and the tears away from his eyes. She runs a towel under cold water to wipe his face properly, and then fashions it into a new rolled up cold compress for his forehead.

There's a knock at the door.

She gives Riz a quick kiss on the cheek before heading to the door, and upon looking through the peep hole, she sees the other five members of Riz's adventuring party.

She opens the door. "Shouldn't you all be in school?"

"Where's Riz?" Adaine asks.

"We brought food!" Fig says, lifting up a bag.

"He's asleep right now," Sklonda says, letting them inside and leading them to his room.

The chatter must have woken him up, because Riz shifts to face toward them, his eyes cracked open just slightly. "Don't... skipping... go to class..." he mumbles as the Bad Kids approach.

"You look like shit, The Ball," Fabian says. Sklonda scrunches her face up at the nickname.

Riz hisses back, trying to lift himself into a sitting position with trembling arms before giving up and collapsing back down.

Fig puts down the bag of food and helps lift him into a sitting position, all while he continues to hiss at her.

"Chill, dude, I'm trying to help," she says, putting the back of her hand against Riz's forehead, "Shit, dude, what the fuck did you do to yourself?"

"He overworked himself," Sklonda says, grabbing the cup of water from the bedside table and helping him take a sip. From helping all of you, she doesn't say.

"Go to class, Fig," Riz mumbles, his head dipping forward and his eyes falling shut. He draws his knees up to his chest and buries his head in them, breathing heavily.

Sklonda sees Kristen cast a quick healing spell, which makes his breathing steady a little.

"He's right," Sklonda says, running her fingers through Riz's hair, "you should all be in class. Thank you for bringing food, we really appreciate it, but school has already started."

They all show varied expressions of anger and sadness at that.

"Riz wants you guys to go to school," Sklonda says, and Riz nods. "Come on," she says, leading them back to the door. They all grumble about being forced out, but they obey.

Except for one.

Sklonda heads back to the bedroom, and Adaine is sitting next to Riz on the bed, handing him her shockingly round frog familiar.

"Adaine..." Sklonda starts.

"My grades are as good as his, he doesn't need to worry about it, and neither do you," she says, and Riz nods, looking comforted by her presence.

Sklonda sighs. "Fine. You can stay."

Maybe this means she can go to work. Adaine is responsible enough.

"I've helped Fig and Kristen when they were sick before, so if you need to go to work, you can."

"I really don't think that I should put that pressure on you."

"We'll be fine, I promise."

"Alright."

-

Riz passes out almost immediately after saying bye to Sklonda, and Adaine watches as he shifts in his sleep, tightening his grip on Boggy.

She sends a text to Jawbone, letting him know she's staying with Riz while Sklonda is at work. He says he'll swing by after school to check on him and pick her up.

Riz had said before that he felt too sick to eat, just before Sklonda left, but Adaine told her she'd make sure he did, so while he's asleep she gets up to get the fast food from the fridge and prepare him a plate.

When she walks back into the bedroom, she sees he's awake, staring back at her.

"I brought you food," she says, sitting back next to him and helping him into his own sitting position, his back propped up against a pillow.

It seems like he's feeling well enough to eat, because he passes Boggy back to her and the plate is cleared in only a minute.

"Thanks, I—I'm fi... I'm fine now," he mumbles, his eyes fluttering shut. "I can go to school."

"You're staying here," Adaine says, passing him his water cup, and feeling his forehead. "The rest probably helped, but you're still sick, and you need more of it."

Riz whines, and then takes a sip of his water before passing the cup back to Adaine. "Where's Ma?"

"She went to work, remember?"

"Right," Riz nods, before looking at her quizically with bleary eyes, "Wait, shouldn't... shouldn't you be at school? When did you...? Wait... I remember."

"God, Riz, you really need to let yourself rest sometimes."

"Can't," Riz says, and he shakes his head, but then he freezes and holds it in his hands with a groan.

"Yes you can, and you will," Adaine says, brushing hair away from his face.

"I can't, I'm missing, missing all my clubs, and Kristen's campaign, and I... I... I need to..."

Riz trails off, and presses the heels of his hands against his eyes, breathing faster.

"Riz, hey," Adaine takes his hands in her own and gives them a squeeze. "It's okay. It's not the end of the world to miss one or two days of school."

Riz is trembling now, and Adaine sees tears sliding down his face as his shallow breathing continues.

Adaine hasn't experienced it herself, but from her research, she knows that sickness can worsen anxiety. And Riz is already so, so, so anxious.

"I'm so... I'm fucking... stressed... Adaine... I can't, I can't, I can't do this..." Riz mumbles, curling in on himself and starting to hyperventilate.

Adaine swallows her shock at Riz's vulnerability—she knows he's not in his right state of mind, so it makes sense—and she's quick to hand him Boggy again. He gives Boggy a squeeze.

"Riz, I think you're having a panic attack, can you look at me?"

He lifts his head and looks at her with half-lidded, teary eyes.

"Okay, let's take in a deep breath," she says, doing an exaggerated inhale.

He follows along, opening his eyes wider and giving her the most intense stare.

"And now we breathe out," Adaine says, doing a big sigh for Riz to follow along.

He follows along, squeezing Boggy tighter.

"Now relax your jaw," she says, and he follows. "Relax your shoulders," she says, and he does. "And we're gonna keep doing deep breaths together, okay?"

She does a few more rounds of deep breathing with him, until he's back to breathing at a normal pace, and the shaking has (mostly) subsided.

"There we go. See? You're okay," she says, giving him a hug.

"Feel like shit..." Riz mumbles, relaxing further in her embrace.

"I know."

"Don' wanna sleep..."

"Why not?"

"Baron," Riz says, like it answers everything.

So far, Adaine understands that Baron is Riz's partner...? But not really? But they were clearly a lie, but then they became real...? She has no idea. But Riz never wanted to talk about it.

And asking about them doesn't seem like the best idea right now...

"Says 'm gonna die alone..." Riz continues, maybe sensing her confusion.

"When... when you sleep?"

Riz nods. "Nightmare."

"You're not gonna die alone, Riz, why would..."

Adaine trails off. Somehow it feels wrong, talking to Riz about this while he's sick. She thinks if he were well then he wouldn't say a word.

"Somethin' wrong with me," Riz mumbles, and Adaine feels her shirt getting wet. He's crying. "'M broken."

"Riz, wha—" she pulls away for a moment, to look him in the eyes. "You're not broken. I don't know why you think that, but it's not true."

Riz whines, covers his eyes, and lets out a sob.

Adaine wraps her arms around him again and hugs him tight, and he just cries harder. "I don't know what's going on in your head, but I love you, and I'll always be here for you, you're not gonna be alone."

She runs her fingers through his hair in what she hopes is soothing enough of a motion—it's always helped her calm down—and the sobs start to fizzle out.

And lo and behold, he's fast asleep.

Adaine wonders briefly how much sleep debt he has, and then brushes off the thought. Too scary.

She adjusts their positions so he's lying down with her arms wrapped around him, and Boggy in between them. Riz's ears twitch a little in his sleep, and his tail flicks back and forth, hitting her leg. A moment later, it curls around her ankle.

Adaine will make him eat more later, and maybe she'll ask him more about his nightmares when he's feeling better, but for now, she holds him tight, burying her face in his hair, and she's just glad he's getting some rest.

Because god knows he needs it.

[shaadowmilkcookie]

hi yall! todays warmup! one artist on twitter always draws his hat as a mouth of sorts, but i haven’t seen them in a while, and i missed it.

EDIT i found the artist i stole it from! @ akire_san_ on twitter! they do have an nsfw warning, so only for the older folks. hats off to them for the fun design!

[lunar-stims]

Is it ok if I request a soda cream cookie stimboard?

(First time sending a request :3)

YES you may

💎|🍒|💦 🍒|🤍|🌊 💦|🌊|💎

[midnightmoodlet-art]

https://www.tumblr.com/midnightmoodlet-art/766503128317280256/affogato-may-have-fallen-but-red-velvet-has-the?source=share

Ok hardest question out of curiosity and incase it sparks some art ideas or idk lmao:

Why is red velvet the better husband material? Like I simp hard for both him and affogato but I really wanna hear you out!

Sorry and idk why but this feels like an 'ok, hear me out-' moment lmao!

OKAY so I see a major distinction between the two because it is indeed a "hear me out"

Affogato is more like a "cat" husband whereas Red Velvet is more of a "dog" husband, so their affection styles are completely different from the get go. This isn't where I compare who's better, more like what vibes they give off.

How I see it, it's incredibly difficult to gain affo's affection, and it's like a long term kind of courting that you have to do with him (aka expect a 100k slowburn kind of buildup). In contrast, if you're chill with cakehounds and the cakes in general, you already have half of RV's soul in your hand already.

this is getting long so UTC <3 TLDR: thinking about it more, it depends on your taste in affection styles + they are both intense.

I think it all comes down to how open you want them to be with their affection: ❧ This is incredibly "hear me out" but affo strikes me as someone who would rather keep it private. Like as much as he might give off the impression that he's enjoy flaunting his spouse and flexing (he still does it to cookies he hates), he seems more the kind to have them all to himself. He wants to be the only one to witness the inner machinations, he's just greedy like that. Keep in mind while in public, he's get protective and try to verbally shoo whoever gave him bad vibes all the while placing his hand at the back of his spouse. ❧ RV on the other hand is more nonchalant when it comes to PDA. If his spouse likes to be picked up, well they are never walking again lmao. He'd also be a lot more transparent with his affection, since growing up within the COD gives him limited contact with the average cookie. Would also be a lot more protective and might growl towards others he deems "bad".

There's an important con to take into account with the both of them and it comes down to loyalty: ❧ They are villains after all, so they have specific "quirks" to look out for. ❧ Affo only had himself for the longest time, so there are two ways this can go: either he'll give everything of little importance and leave for "greener pastures", throwing his spouse to the wolves in worst case scenarios, or get completely utterly obsessed, and in turn his "loyalty" turns intense to the point of overbearing (he doesn't want to lose his spouse, the only good thing in all of Earthbread after all). For the former, the spouse might have been seen as a "sacrifice worth doing" to reach whatever new delusional goal he has in mind. So no matter what, obsession dictates his every action and in turn he can get a little intense to say the least. ❧ RV on the other hand, grew up by the Tower of Chaos, so in turn his loyalties lie with Dark Enchantress first and then everything else. He know nothing else so expect him to be absent for long periods deployment-style if his spouse doesn't live by the base. He'd insist they should move in and grumbles when hearing yet another "no". So ultimately, when faced with a choice between his spouse and being with DE, he might choose the latter...

[lilacthebooklover]

fallen hero headcanons & theorising my beloved

[the-cookie-of-doom]

The being coalesces from smoke and shadow. His skin is the ashen grey of storm, his face shifting like distorted cloud over, and his eyes—the palest grey, nearly white, unmarred by the blackness of pupils.

“Beautiful,” Sunshine breathes, gazing up at this storm made flesh. A possessive smile curled his mouth into a violent smile. He did this. Harnessed a celestial into a mortal form.

“Who are you?” The celestial asks, his voice a gentle, thunderous rumble. Scorch-blackened fingertips come up to touch Sunshine’s face, and he can feel the crackle of lightning just beneath his skin. His own ever-changing feature settle, mirroring the man before him. A moment of calm in the storm.

-

I told myself I wasn’t going to write anything but I’ve been thinking about @acekimagenda ‘s sunsshine/rain god drawing all fucking day

[thewallsaretalking-again]

Something about them seems…off.

[ryctone]

it was money I swear-

[foreverxdaydreaming]

x

[cookies-over-yonder]

two sides of the same coin

Adaine tries to relax her jaw. It doesn't work, and her ears are ringing, and fuck, her chest hurts so bad. "Adaine?" Riz. She tries to speak, but all that comes out is a sob.

for @kaseyskat

ao3

Adaine squeezes Boggy in her arms, feeling the tears slide down her face. She's curled up in a ball on her bed, and she can't breathe.

She's having a panic attack, and she knows it, but Jawbone isn't home. It's fine. She can handle it. That's what she told herself when she left movie night in the living room.

She tries to relax her jaw. It doesn't work, and her ears are ringing, and fuck, her chest hurts so bad.

"Adaine?"

Riz. She tries to speak, but all that comes out is a sob.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, can I touch you?" he asks, and his voice is quiet. Adaine doesn't think she's ever heard Riz sound so gentle.

She nods, and she feels a hand brushing her hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear, and another hand holding hers.

"Can you look at me?"

She hadn't even realized her eyes were closed.

She opens them, and sees Riz starting back at her with wide and concerned eyes. "Hey, it's okay, I'm right here, you're safe, we're gonna do some deep breaths, okay? Can you follow along with me?"

She nods.

Riz takes in a deep, audible breath, and she follows along. And she lets it out, feeling more tears slide down her face. "So—sorr—"

"Stop that. Remember what Jawbone said? It's not your fault that your brain is giving you shit, so don't apologize."

Adaine whines despite herself, a childish whine that would get her trouble for were she still living with her parents.

But she doesn't get in trouble this time.

This time... she gets a hug.

"Just breathe, it's okay," Riz says softly, rubbing circles into her back, "I'm here for as long as you need."

Adaine breathes, and she buries her face in the crook of Riz's neck despite the height difference making it a bit of an awkward position.

She whines again, and it's an embarassing thing, but she can't help it. And Riz runs his hands through her hair, and she feels so small.

"You're safe, everything is okay, I promise," Riz says, "just keep breathing, you're doing so well."

Adaine keeps breathing, and she feels the post-panic attack fatigue hit harder than it has in a long time.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Riz asks after a moment, pulling away to look at her.

Adaine whines again, curling in on herself a little.

"It's okay if you can't talk, do you wanna go back to watching a movie with the others?"

She shakes her head.

"Okay, we can stay here," Riz says, brushing her hair out of her face again and planting a kiss on her forehead. She looks up in surprise, and he averts his gaze. "Um... my mom does that when I'm upset, I thought it might help."

Adaine nods, and she sees him let out a small sigh of relief.

"Are you feeling any better?" he asks, and she nods, and then she buries her head in the crook of his neck again. He wraps his arms around and holds her tighter. "We can just take a nap here if you want."

You sleep too, Adaine Messages him, and she hears him chuckle.

"I'm fine, you need rest," he says, and helps her shift into a lying down position, with Boggy between them. "Do you want me to stay here with you while you trance?"

She nods, squeezing Boggy and shifting so she's cuddled up against Riz.

He drapes an arm over her, pulling her closer.

"I love you, okay?" Riz says, wiping a falling tear off her cheek, and burying his face in her hair. "You don't have to be strong for everyone all the time. I'd rather help you than know you're struggling alone."

I could say the same for you, Adaine Messages him.

She feels Riz tense up a little. "That—that's not relevant right now."

Isn't it?

"You need your rest right now. That's a topic for another time."

Always avoidant.

"If I try to sleep too, will you get off my case?"

For now.

"Deal," Riz says, taking off his glasses and placing them on the bedside table before returning to cuddle with Adaine and closing his eyes.

And feeling a much more at ease, she closes her eyes too, focusing on Riz's protective embrace as she drifts off to trance.

[juliets-roller-derby-awesomeness]

"it's not going to happen"

"i need time"

"i can't just flip a switch"

"now soup i can do"

literally one credit scene later and he's spooning you

[stabbyfoxandrew]

:(

[lover-of-mine]

Seven Sentence Sunday!

I was tagged by @disasterbuckdiaz @vampbuckley @daffi-990 @wikiangela thank you 🩷

I was delaying posting this because I was sure I could finish this fic today but I guess not skapakapkaao (ngl this is the 3rd ending I'm writing for this, if this one doesn't work, this one will be lost to the google docs void for a while lol) but have some of the nightmare/talking about the shooting fic I hope to finish soon prev snippet

Wide and unfairly blue eyes scan his face for a few seconds, but before he manages to come up with something comforting to say, Buck is pushing himself up and quite literally throwing himself at him. It takes him a beat to stabilize himself, make sure he won't fall back and Buck is in no danger of falling off the couch, a beat in which Buck has wrapped his arms around his shoulders, hiding his face on his neck, and Eddie wraps an arm around his back, holding Buck to him while his other hand moves to his hair. “It's okay, it was just a dream, you're okay,” he says, voice as soft as he can manage, fingers carding through Buck's hair as he clings to him, holding him until Eddie feels the wetness on his neck that lets him know he's crying, “Buck?” He tries, shifting on the floor when Buck starts to shake, not really trying to move away, but that still makes him cling harder, “I'm okay,” he says, squeezing him back. They've been through enough, and Buck was saying his name in his sleep, for him to know there's a chance he was the star of some of Buck's bad dreams. He knows Buck was definitely a recurring character in more than some of his. And it's not like it's the first time Eddie wakes him up from one. Or the other way around. It's just the first time Buck has had this raw of a reaction.

No pressure tagging 🩷: @eddiebabygirldiaz @bucks118 @giddyupbuck @try-set-me-on-fire @honestlydarkprincess @watchyourbuck @housewifebuck

[konfizry]

He would not fucking say that but listen,

[potatoesarecheese]

everyone's talking about the "wtf you just tried to kill me" kind of enemies to lovers, but let's not forget about the "my name is inigo montoya, you killed my father" kind of enemies to lovers because that's great too.

[giggly-squiggily]

Hi! How are you? I’m so excited for your headcanons to drabbles event! If there are still any headcanon slots available for haikyuu might I humbly offer: tsukiyama

I headcanon that sometimes Tsukki gets bursts of pent up playful energy and has to figure out what to do with that energy. Hence, Yamaguchi recognizes when his friend is feeling energetic and playful and starts a tickle fight when they’re alone, since he’s found that tickles are the perfect outlet. It’s truly a 50/50 toss up of who wins each time.

Headcanons To Dabbles: Officially CLOSED!

YEEEE! Some Tsukiyama for the win! I love this so much! I've gotcha covered, anon! :D

Yamaguchi was fighting every fiber in his body not to make a sound right now. He didn’t want to give away his location.

Recently, Karasuno won their most recent game. It was a practice match, sure, but the fact was they WON. Everyone in the team was still buzzing about it, from the points they scored to the different means of getting there. Tsukishima- albeit subtle- was one of them. His usual apathetic mood was marginally less, something only Yamaguchi seemed to pick up on. He was even listening to K-pop in his headphones- a sign he was in a REALLY good mood.

So, as his best friend since elementary school, Yama knew he had to help encourage Tsukishima to embrace this burst of glee before he decided to put it away and never touch it again. Hence why he was now sneaking up on the blonde, light as a feather, stealthy as a cat.

The closer he got, the more he could make out the song Tsukishima was listening to. “Eien ni Hikare” by TXT. Still in a good mood.

Perfect.

“....Tsukki!” Yamaguchi lunged, hands latching onto the blonde’s ribs from behind. A loud squawk was heard, headphones flying off of the blocker’s head as he fell against Yamaguchi. “Yama! What the he-” Immediately he slammed his mouth shut at the ticklish feeling, refusing to laugh.

“Come on, Tsukki! You know you want to laugh!” Yamaguchi encouraged; a touch of nervousness in his voice that he couldn’t quite hide. “So uh, laugh!”

“Mm! N-No! No way!” He grunted, twisting and turning, trying to escape. “YAMA!”

Squeaking in panic, Yamaguchi released him. Tsukishima turned around-

And smirked.

“You give up far too easily.” He chuckled  before lunging, tackling the other against the bed with flying fingers. Yamaguchi squealed, feet kicking and hands flying up as he tried to grab onto the blonde’s hoodie. “Since you’re so adamant for me to laugh, why don’t we get you going first?”

“Ahehahahahhhaha! Tsuuuhuhuhuhhukiihihiihihiihi!”

Well- at least Tsukishima was laughing alongside him. Technically a win.