#crob makes ONE good mistake

[vickylq31]

Good day, I am here to continue my headcanon again 😈. Most of these are angst so..

-whenever fire spirit made a mistake or does something risky, wind archer always pointed it out and told him to be more careful only for fs to brush it off like “yeah yeah whatever” which sparks an argument afterwards.

-deep down, I think fire spirit is lonely and yearn for connection while also mask it with a cocky attitude just so that people dont view him as weak. He probably buried his past deep inside (before he became fire spirit) dude even change his name I imagine. (I mean aint no mortal cookie got the name fire spirit)

-Wind archer cookie is literally the big brother to all forest critters, you can see it through the way he view the critters as his little brother and sister.

-When the tree got cursed, wind archer lost his ways, thinking that he failed to protect millennial tree and just trying to hold himself together to protect what is left in the forest.

-ALSO I LIKE TO THINK THAT THEY BOTH BOOST EACH OTHER IDK. Like through fire spirit relationships chart in crob. He did say that fire only gets stronger in the wind, so whenever he’s near wind archer or some wind blowing at him, he just felt more stronger than before. But wind doesn’t need fire, nah. BUT, whenever wind archer is nearby fire spirit, he felt more motivated or fired up (ykwim) whenever he does something (especially when in combat). So basically WA boost FS physically and FS boost WA mentally.

-whenever it’s raining, wind archer would use his wind power to cover fire spirit from rain. AND Fire spirit would turn up his heat so wind archer wouldn’t feel cold.

-when someone is feeling down or going through a hard time- Fire spirit would be so awkward and try to cheer the other (even though he sucks at it). For wind archer, he would speak gently and listen to their worries (also try his best to comfort). I got this hc for WA after listening to those affection dialogue (he sounds so gentle). THEY WILL BE THERE WHEN OTHERS NEED THEM BUT NEVER WILL NEVER THINK OF THEIR WELLBEING. So if FS or WA trying to communicate others about their wellbeing , it would def be a rollercoaster. (i think I mentioned their miscommunication in my last ask. I forgot 💔)

-When fire spirit turn into a ball, wind archer would probably think he’s dead at first and try not to panic (makes it worse if fs would prank him by being silence).

-IF they both have feelings for each other, they would be in denial at first but then slowly accept it. Actually it’s gonna take years for them to confess (OR NEVER) since either one of them want to be vulnerable for once and only admire their love one from far.

-FS DEF THE ONE WHO ALWAYS YAP AND WA IS THE ONE WHO LISTENS.

-When WA still got trauma from when he got corrupted as night raven and it always haunts him. Just makes him even more restless thinking that night raven might come back or take over when he’s asleep so he try to stay awake as much as he can 💔💔💔

anyway I got more, but dont wanna write too long 🙏🙏🙏

Bad day actually, thanks to you. /j

I wrote a lot on this one holy shit I am so sorry (also I am super tired these days because I am moving so if you see anything wrong please inform me)

Fire Spirit is well known for being a talker, he talks a lot and will gladly speak for HOURS if there is someone to listen (normally the victim is Wind Archer, but he already got used to listening to Fire Spirit talk while he’s running around the forest). Still, whenever Fire Spirit does something stupid, WA starts rambling about how he wasn’t careful and how he should take his job more seriously. Fire Spirit could listen to Wind Archer’s voice all day… but he is a very prideful man, and he doesn’t really like to being told what to do, so he will just sound disinterested in whatever WA is saying, which makes Wind Archer pissed. In the end, they would have kinda of a big and (one of the only) serious fight. Both think they are in the right so they will not apologize right away… but they wouldn’t handle spend so long without each other, so they get there eventually.

Speaking of Fire Spirit, that guy is completely sad, poor man. I believe he does like his life right now even if he has some duties that he does not like to fulfill, but sometimes he probably just… misses the old simple times. I think he forgot most of his past life, I mean it’s been more than centuries, one can not remember everything after so long, but sometimes he will just have dreams about his past. (I hc Fire Spirit as a old hollyberian, so imagine the pain FS would feel just listening to Pitaya talking about the Hollyberry Kingdom)

Wind Archer is such a softie I love him. When I first read his relationship charts and saw his relationship with the Cookiemals and Blue Slushy I just KDJSKDHKSJ

But when I saw Millennial Tree and Wind Archer’s relationship charts I immediately thought that Wind Archer definitely blames himself for a bunch of stuff. Wind Archer’s mission is to protect and defend, and when the tree got cursed, even if it wasn’t his fault, he feels like he failed, and he blames himself everyday for it and it doesn’t matter how many times Millennial Tree has to reassure him that it wasn’t his fault. When that whole Night Raven thing happened it just got worst. He caused a bunch of damage and he will carry that trauma forever, because even if Night Raven couldn’t remember the memories of Wind Archer, Wind Archer remembers every one of Night Raven’s memories, and he would rather die than become that creature posed by the darkness again, so he works extra hard because he needs to show he is really sorry for everything and he refuses to allow himself any breaks because one second Wind Archer would be resting, the other could be Night Raven waking up.

I don’t really have a lot to say about the Boost each other hc because its so cute and I thought of this for a while and I love it so much 😭 like Fire needs Wind and Wind wants Fire. I love the gays ❤️

Once oomf @skrunklie told me about their hc where Fire Spirit turned into his orb form and rolled himself over to WA thinking it was like “giving a gift” only for Wind Archer to start panicking, and I can totally see that. Fire Spirit first thought it was a funny prank just to see how Windy would react but it backfired when Wind Archer just started crying. Every time Fire Spirit happened to turn into his orb form, Wind Archer would get super worried and think he was about to die and almost lose his shit, but after something happening to many times you just get used to it, so it’s completely normal to see Wind Archer carrying a orb around the forest with so much care because even if he doesn’t panic anymore as he used to, he still thinks Fire Spirit is more vulnerable in that state so he protects it just to make sure nothing happens, and if Fire Spirit suddenly feels a thumb gently caressing him while he is in his orb form, he never said anything.

I really like the whole “Firewind suck at showing emotions” because while Fire Spirit is the one to SHOW emotions more easily (just positive emotions, he will NOT let you know when he is sad), he is a big loser with helping others when the subject is feelings, while Wind Archer, even if he is more closed off, he is a big sweetheart and tries his best to help the other person with whatever he can, and I just love this contrast. Also, the fact both of them hate to show vulnerability fuck every dreams they have of being together, so they will just stare at the other while they yearn like two losers.

The first time Fire Spirit caught a rain while in the forest with Wind Archer, he almost lost his mind. He was ready to say goodbye to his long time lover and accept his fate when he just feels the wind shifting around him. When he notices what happens, he immediately looks at Wind Archer just to see him just walking in the rain, like the cold water falling from the sky isn’t affecting him, like changing the way of the breeze was nothing, and Fire Spirit is just so in love with this man holy shit. So he does the only thing he can think of to show his gratitude and love, he holds Wind Archer close, getting him out of the rain and heating him up with his own body heat just to make sure he doesn’t get sick, not even caring if WA was a bit wet for standing in the rain for a bit. Now, Wind Archer is the definition of wind, he is literally the breeze concealed onto a body, so the cold doesn’t affect him at all since he is always cold, but whenever he is close to Fire Spirit he feels himself warming up, like when it’s summer and the breeze is burning hot instead of the chilling cold you would feel in the winter, so even if he knows he will not get sick at all, he just snuggles closer to Fire Spirit because this warming feelings is good, and he would not trade it for anything else.

[liliavalley]

welp

[asters-galaxy]

Sugary Sweet Rivals

(You remember the other CROB fanfics I was talking about? Here’s one of them! It’s short, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it, but it’s here and I’m posting it because I can. More to come, hopefully!)

Warning: This is a tickle fic, and I run a SFW tickle-themed blog. NSFW are more than welcome to read, but please do not reblog if you are primarily kink themed blog. Thank you for respecting my boundaries.

Fandom: Cookie Run: Ovenbreak

Ship: SourBonbon (Semi-romantic)

Characters: Switch!Sour Belt, Switch!Chocolate Bonbon

Words: 1367

Potential Warnings: None

Bonbon was starting to think that moving in with her biggest rival was a mistake.

Now, there was nothing really wrong with Sour Belt -- she was generally friendly to just about everyone she met, and there was no denying that she was both a wonderful marketer and very skilled in her field of work, despite what Bonbon thought of her...interesting fashion sense.

Unfortunately, both their styles of fashion design and their behaviors didn’t quite mix.

While both were known for overworking themselves, Bonbon always started with a plan. No matter how hectic her schedule got, she always completed everything in order, as it was meant to be, knowing exactly how her clothes were going to turn out in the end. Sour Belt, on the other hand, grabbed some rolls of material that looked good together and started cutting. She made things up as she went, seemingly not caring about the delicate nature of fashion design. And somehow, by sheer luck, her clothes turned out to be as successful as Choc’au Latte’s brand. It was frustrating, to say the least.

Today, Bonbon was working on a furry jacket. She’d already cut out all of the pieces from a soft, white roll of fur (faux fur, naturally), and she was using her sewing machine to carefully stitch the larger seams together. She had a checklist right next to her on her desk, and after the bulk was finished, she would hand stitch a majority of the embellishments. It was meant to be an accent jacket, coupled with a black linen dress that she had already finished a week prior. Just on the other side of the room, Sour Belt was also working -- her desk was messy and full of stray threads, and she had multiple zany-colored swatches pinned to the wall “for reference.” She was making...something. Her workspace was in such disarray that Bonbon couldn’t even see what she was sewing together.

After what could have either been five minutes or an hour, Bonbon heard her rival stand up and get away from her workspace. Great. Another aggravating thing about Sour Belt was that she eventually grew bored while working. This wouldn’t be so bad if it didn’t result in her tormenting Bonbon to get rid of that boredom.

“Heyyy,” the young designer called out, stepping over to Bonbon. “What’cha doin’?”

“Sewing,” the other answered flatly, trying to focus on her jacket. She often refused to give any more details -- her rival didn’t seem like the type to steal ideas or designs, but one could never be too careful in the fashion industry.

Sour Belt frowned. “Well, I can see that. You’re always sewing.”

“And you’re always interrupting me for your own reasons.”

There was a huff, and Bonbon tried to hide a smirk. She finished sewing the bulk of her jacket together, as planned, and set it aside before turning off her sewing machine. She stood up and draped it onto the mannequin displaying the complementary dress. It was beautiful, but it definitely needed some detailing.

“Don’t ignore me, Bonbonnnn,” Sour Belt whined, and the other designer jolted as a pair of arms wrapped around her. She was used to Sour Belt getting a little physical, and it didn’t make her uncomfortable in the slightest, but it almost always startled her initially.

“I’m not ignoring you,” she stated calmly. “I’m doing my work.”

“Well, be done with your work and talk to me!” Sour Belt pouted, jabbing Bonbon in the ribs. The street-fashion designer was planning to keep annoying her rival until something interesting happened -- she could talk for hours.

When the classical stylist flinched, however, there was a pause.

“...Sour Belt.”

“Yeah, Bonbon?”

“Get your hand off of me.”

There was a low chuckle, followed by another, gentler jab to the ribs. “Y’know, I don’t think I will. Am I hurting you at all?”

Bonbon inhaled deeply, debating between lying or taking the fall. She decided on the latter. “No, but I--”

“So you’re ticklish then,” Sour Belt interrupted, smirking in a way that gave Bonbon some very mixed emotions. She tried to maintain a straight face, not letting her embarrassment show.

“That’s not what I said. You’re just assuming things at this point.” She knew that it wasn’t going to work -- Sour Belt was stubborn -- but it was worth a shot if it meant saving her pride. She could be equally as stubborn if she wanted to be. For a few moments, Sour Belt continued to poke her in the ribs and side, and Bonbon continued to maintain the illusion of apathy. She didn’t know how much longer she could keep it up, but she was going to try.

Then, without much warning, both hands were shoved into Bonbon’s armpits, and the classical designer shrieked before bursting into laughter.

“A-ha! I knew it!” Sour Belt shouted triumphantly, scribbling at Bonbon’s underarms with a gleeful and toothy smile on her face. She seemed to be absolutely delighted at the sight of her rival’s serious demeanor shattering.

Bonbon, on the other hand, was trying in vain to regain some form of elegance. She covered her mouth to hide her smile, but it did nothing to muffle her laughter. Her face was flushed cherry red, and her knees were growing weak -- she eventually sank to the ground slowly. Sour Belt followed her, pulling her competitor into her arms and sporadically clawing at Bonbon’s now-exposed stomach.

“Uhuhunhahahand mehehehe!” Bonbon protested as though she weren’t leaning into her rival’s arms. Sour Belt simply laughed along with her, switching quickly between Bonbon’s entire torso and tickling every little sensitive spot that she could reach.

“Why should I? You seem to be enjoying it -- you’re laughing, aren’t you?~”

Bonbon groaned through her mirth and tried to cover her face with both of her hands. She brought them down with a squeal as Sour Belt began gently pinching up and down her ribs. “N-nahahat-- Nohohoho!”

“Aww, look at that! Your face is so redddd!~”

This was humiliating. Not bad, per say, and Bonbon wasn’t angry at all, but she was certainly embarrassed beyond belief. “S-shuhuhut uhuhup!” she demanded, saying something much more brash than her usual polite demeanor. “Ihii’ll gehet you f-for thihihis!”

“Heh, I’d like to see you try~” Sour Belt taunted, going back to spidering along her rival’s stomach. She soaked in the victory, listening to sweet and beautiful laughter...and then had a rude awakening as she was shoved back and pinned down. “W-wh-- Hey!!!”

Sour Belt’s frustration was forgotten almost immediately -- Bonbon was on top of her, pinning her and staring down with dark red eyes. Her face was still painted a lovely (and adorable) shade of scarlet, and she was out of breath. Sour Belt found her own cheeks growing warm.

“U-um...what’re you up to?” the street-fashion designer asked with a gulp. Her rival did not answer. She simply leaned in towards Sour Belt’s neck slowly, filling the room with a sweet kind of tension that neither of them could really put into words. Sour Belt closed her eyes, bracing for a soft sensation and letting herself relax.

And then the tension was broken as Bonbon simultaneously squeezed her sides and blew a raspberry onto her neck.

“AhahaHAHA! WAHAHAIT!” Sour Belt cackled, squirming and playfully pushing against Bonbon’s shoulders. The classical designer continued her onslaught of squeezing and raspberries, leaving her rival in absolute stitches. “NAHAHAT THAHAHAT!”

Bonbon paused for a moment. “Not that?” she asked teasingly. “But you did it to me. I told you I would get you back for it -- what seems to be the problem?” Taking advantage of Sour Belt’s fashion sense for once, Bonbon moved down a little bit and blew another raspberry, this time onto Sour Belt’s stomach (which was exposed, since the seamstress wore crop tops constantly). This resulted in a yelp and more entertainingly loud laughter. Bonbon did not intend to let this humiliation slide anytime soon, nor did she intend to let Sour Belt go until she was tired or uncomfortable with the situation. She was going to have her revenge to the fullest.

Perhaps moving in with her rival wasn’t such a bad idea, after all.