#ill be your home

[qualityrain]

[cookiecakecookie-cake]

Hi I really like your writing. I have a request. For cookies of your choice, let's say they had someone close to them (romantic or platonic) that pulled an Odysseus were the reader set out to the licorice sea, was presumed deceased, and came back years later all scarred up. Cookies and Epic have invades my brain. Thanks for reading.

No way.... odysseus..... like my blorbo outis limbus company that im soooso normalll abouttt... (i didnt make this video but god i wish i did) anyways, i hope you don't mind the fact that i took this and RAN with it. mwehehehe -cookie cake

No More Going Back

(Pre-corruption!Mystic Flour Cookie/Burning Spice Cookie/Shadow Milk Cookie x Reader)

Inspired in part by I'll Take You by @/brittle-doughie

cws: angst, lots of talk about death & war, shouting/arguments and brief descriptions of dead bodies.

War was on the edge of the horizon. Your gazed out at sea. Far off in the distance, there was a nation that intended to take all you sought dear. Then and there, you decided that there was no other choice. You were going to protect the ones you loved or die trying.

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"-And when I'm gone, I want you to take care of yourself, alright? I won't be around to get rid of overtly greedy cookies and I know everyone will be wanting a lot during these trying times. If you ever need help, know you can rely on-"

"My love, I am not a child."

You sigh, "I know but I worry." Wheat Flour Cookie was a cookie who often gave herself to others in surplus, leaving little left for herself. You didn't want anybody to use her because of that and she was more than aware of that fact.

"I'll ask the people of the temple for help if I need anything and I will keep in mind of my limits as to who I can and cannot help." She held your face in her hands as she spoke, making sure you caught every one of her words loud and clear.

"You promise?"

"I promise... That is, if you promise, in return, to come back safely." You smile, gently resting your forehead on hers. "I promise, my grace."

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CLANG!

Your spear clashed against the Red Spice Cookie's own parashu, sending sparks across the area. You hold that for a moment, before deflecting his attack, making the great force of his weapon crash uselessly against the ground. He tries to charge you again, but you manage to easily parry, sending his weapon hurtling across the room. You angle your spear at his throat.

"You loose." You state, very matter-of-factly.

"You really don't take any hostages, do you, dear?" He brushes the spear away with the back of his hand. You pull the spear away from him, walking to put it away.

"The only hostage I'd take is you, my ember."

You can't see him, but you can sense the fond eye roll from across the room.

You dock your weapon back in the rack you got it from. "... You were distracted. I can tell."

"You don't miss a single detail, either." He gets up, stretching his back. You can hear a couple bones pop. "... There's been a lot on my mind lately."

"You have a lot on your plate, I could only imagine." You walk back over to him, trying to assess if there were any injuries you should attend to. "Just... come back to me in one piece, alright? I'm going to be incredibly bored without my hearth." He grumbled, heating up at your careful observation.

"Of course. I can't keep you waiting for too long, can I?" You leave a sweet peck on his cheek.

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"... So, that's it then? You're just... going off without me?" Blueberry Milk Cookie stared, completely baffled. You tried to avoid his eyes as much as you could.

"You make it sound like I'm ending our relationship."

"Well, you might as well be!!"

The Fount of Knowledge was seen by all as a figure of intellectualism. Rationality. Yet, here he stood, clinging to your uniform with a look that you know you can't meet.

"This is important to me. To us. If I don't do something, we might loose everything."

"Have you considered loosing you may be even worse?!"

"... I have."

"Oh yeah! Sure! Uh-huh! Talk like you have eeeeverything under control, why don't you! Like everything's going to go well! Sure! Go off and play hero and DIE and leave me here with NOTHING!"

"Blueberry, I-"

"Oh no, nonono NO! You don't get to 'Blueberry' me, right now! Have you considered what this is going to be like for me?! I'll have to manage everything by myself and you KNOW those cookies are as blind as bats if they don't like the reality of what they're seeing! If you go off and DIE out there, what am I going to do, then, huh?! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?!?" He held onto your shoulders with a desperation that you have never seen on his face before.

"I..."

"'I' WHAT?!"

"I DON'T KNOW!" You finally looked him in the eyes. They were angry, yes, but they were also full of fear. His worry streamed down his perfect face. "I don't... know. And it's impossible for me to know, just as it's impossible for one cookie to know everything. But what I do know is that the lives of the cookies around us are at stake if this isn't handled with care."

"... And there's nobody else that can take your place? No one?" He tried one last time to stop you, to keep you safe, with him.

"Do you know anyone as smart as me when it comes to the battlefield?"

"I'm not in the mood for jokes." It was time for him to try and dodge your gaze, looking away from you.

"I'm sorry, my love. I don't want this either. I'm left with no choice." You try to reach out to him, gently holding his face to look back at you. "But if I am to die out there, let me have one last request. Let's spend our remaining time together in happiness, so that you don't regret the fading hours."

He tried to stop himself from crying for a second, but it was a futile effort. He crumpled into your arms, chest heaving with his emotion.

"... Please come back soon."

"I will."

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You didn't die, no, but you might as well be. Lost at sea and prevented from seeing those you love for years on end, you'd almost gone mad. All you wanted was to see the ones you loved once again, but it seemed every force of nature planned against you and maybe they were.

When you finally return, broken and bettered, it was obvious that something was wrong. You knew that it'd been years since you'd last seen your home, but it didn't look like.... this.

You walked down the roads and alleyways of the once bustling city, without a single hint of any life. The houses and buildings were intact, but the only thing for miles was pure white flour.

A temple of gold and splendor was reduced to nothing but crumbs and rubble on the ground. The cookies weren't just dead, but ground to a fine powder that made the air taste overwhelmingly like spice.

Cookies hung from string that stretched far into the sky, presumably connected to some unseen controller. They talked of nonsense, if they even spoke at all. Some just looked at you with hollow eyes, were they dead or tired of all the lies? You couldn't tell anymore.

And when you found them, in the middle of it all? You wished you had died out there, so you didn't have to see the one who you once loved reduced to... this.

A monster.

[s0fter-sin]

something people just don’t think about is how often chronically ill and disabled people just don’t have access to good food. not healthy food, good food; well made, tasty meals that don’t come from a jar or a freezer. how many of us are housebound or can’t drive? delivery services only offer within certain distances, if you live outside a city they aren’t an option. many people don’t have the energy or ability to cook for themselves if they have the skill to begin with. many certainly don’t have the ability to learn how. it’s something that goes completely unnoticed, just the opportunity to have a good meal and how much that wears you down

[phonification]

bickelheads stream my love by modern baseball . Please . PLEAAASWEEEEEEE

[glossoholicc]

"Relate"

[dorliart]

the pookies of good luck 🤲

[strangerathecinema]

yeah but what if we both had pasts that we both deeply regretted and were haunted by. and we both were too smart and capable for our own good. and what if i was going to go off on my own and i told you “i hope we meet again”. and i kissed you gently on the hand despite only knowing you for a few weeks. and i respected you and was worried about you and

[maficvaranus]

I have no caption... just accept them and their poochyena :)

[dohydrate]

Credits go to @no-name-blu for the AU 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

THE VOICES

Original:

[ilikerosesalot]

Everyone talking abt the kiss the dance pv being down bad in jambound ch 18 but mentally I'm still stuck here

[narcissusinvain]

i keep thinking about bad kids post senior year, all back in Elmville for the first time since graduation, where they all plan on meeting up at Basrar's (because yknow, tradition)

All of them being a little more nervous than they thought they'd be - they've saved the world together multiple times at this point, and of course they've kept in touch with crystals, but it's been a WHILE since they've all been together

Adaine's been squeezing boggy a lot

Gorgug's stress tinkering

Riz has been looking for a new case to bring to them (because how would they value him when he's just himself, no adventure to bring them together???)

Kristen has had a LOT of coffee

Fabian caved and vented to Gilear

Even Fig (though she's usually pretty hard to read) has been stressing (and DEFINITELY talking to Gilear (and Ayda) about it - Gilear didn't think he'd be allowed to tell Fabian or Fig that the other was worried because it's Gilear)

But then as soon as they see each other, there's hugs, crying (literally all of them are just crying) and it feels so natural and normal. They also promise never to be separated from each other for that long again - and even if that promise is broken, they never stop loving each other, they never lose touch, they never stop being each others normal

[sorunort]

i said in another post i was rping loop in a multifandom rp group and i'm having a lot of fun! so much fun that i made a giant doodle sheet of loop's glitch....that i haven't even gotten to rp yet but am so excited to im getting carried away. whoops

(in the context of the group, think of glitching like in spiderverse, they don't belong in this new world/dimension so their existence rejects it. we can do whatever we want for glitches so i just made loop's that they get their humanity back. yknow. for misery whenever they unglitch and go back to being a star [thumbs up])

i think my favorite here might just be the Go there Go Into the Dark catcrumb edit lmao

[operationjetset]

huge mass attack for a ton of phoenixes on art fight :) the fabricator’s office will never recover… nor will this operation, i fear

@stellar-collective , @solobodor , @ladydanger420 , @gr3yyyyy , @ghostplasmas , @lavalampstealer , @icecreampizzer , @robutler (IM SORRY I WAS IN A RUSH I FORGOT TO TAG YOUR PHOENIX ON ART FIGHT. PLEASE PRETEND I DID), @salezmanradioz , @/mctvrdik on af & @the-valiant-valkyrie !!!! all of your phoenixes are so cool and i am so in love with all of the unique designs…. every other phoenix on art fight is just as amazing and cool!!! i would have drawn everyone if i had the motivation too/believed fabricator’s office was big enough to fit Everyone KGSJDHF

[secondarysefikura]

Modern sefikura idea. Cloud and Sephiroth meet in a psych ward. Cloud recovers and gets out eventually. But Sephiroth misses him.

Cloud’s biggest issue is when he’s off his meds or symptomatic he tends to get delusional. So if he tells someone he’s being stalked or another patient escaped and broke into his apartment. The first question people tend to ask is “are you taking your medication?” Not “do you want to call the cops?”

Oooo, I really like this. Especially since you can imagine that in most cases, whoever is asking Cloud if he has taken his medicine is probably trying to be genuinely helpful. Zack or Tifa or whoever is being told about this "stalker" who "broke into" Cloud's apartment genuinely want the best for Cloud. They just don't realize until it's too late that they're making things worse by making Cloud feel isolated as no one believes him.

Now to develop the sefikura of this a bit:

Sephiroth believes himself to be a god and starts trying to start small cults to himself, which is what causes him to be institutionalized. He takes a liking to Cloud, who he is easily able to sway by feeding into and manipulating Cloud's delusions.

Although the two became close in their short time together, staff realized they needed to seperate them if they wanted either Cloud or Sephiroth to get better. It becomes even more clear the two need to be kept apart when Cloud starts getting better and Sephiroth starts attempting to (intentionally or not) sabotage Cloud's progress.

After finding the proper medication, seeking therapy, and getting connected with a service animal trained to help him recognize when he is hallucinating (that's a real thing by the way!), Cloud is released from the ward.

Sephiroth, meanwhile, is fuming. How DARE these people take Cloud away from him? How DARE they correct him anytime he refers to Cloud as his puppet, his doll, or his cherished one? And most importantly, how DARE they talk about Cloud leaving this place and forgetting to worship Sephiroth as Cloud "getting better." He ought to destroy these humans and take Cloud back by force this instant!

As much as he wants to, however, he bides his time. Rather than letting on how much he hates the people who "took" Cloud away from him, he plays nice and gains their trust. Then, when he's trusted enough that he isn't considered flight risk number one, he makes a break for the streets.

Of course he doesn't leave without taking a few things with him: mainly a variety of different sedative pills.

At first he doesn't plan to use them on Cloud since he assumes that Cloud will run back into his arms the moment they are reunited. But when Cloud gets frightened by "being stalked" and starts asking his "friends" for help, Sephiroth realizes he has no choice but to switch Cloud's medication with identical looking but very different in function pills.

[dumbfucksystem]

thinking about mafia shen family au. the system is fucking around with shen qingqius life again and is like yk what if ur not gonna tell your husband anything about yourself then ill force you to. have fun! :D

sqq doesn’t even have the time to think 'wtfff??' before Everything Happens. shen yuan’s soul gets shoved back into his original body just moments before he dies. in this version of the au he was choking on food, so he gets the lovely experience of having his airflow blocked again! lucky for him, the system dragged binghe along for the ride so he is saved before he dies again.

this route for mafia au means that the shen family never had to grieve shen yuan. im not sure how the Family reacts to their a-yuan suddenly having a very strong and intimidating significant other (boyfriend? husband?!??? wdym he got married without telling us!?!?) all of a sudden. does shen yuan come out to his family?? no, but also yes, but also not really. they knew he wasn't straight this entire time, so its more like they are coming out to him instead of the other way around. god knows they have bigger skeletons in their closets, they don't care if a twink is in there too.

there is less angst here, and it mostly centers around the comedic factor of shen yuan showing binghe around his house only for them to "stumble upon" an entire closet filled with guns..!?! shen yuan is just standing there in complete horror as binghe grabs a whole ass ar-15!?!?? hes looking at him with the most innocent eyes asking him what this strange metal object is. jesus fucking christ. his white lotus is holding a gun and now he has to explain gun control policies while his brain is leaking out of his ears. he opens his mouth right before an alarm starts blaring everywhere. he’s saved by the bell! except not really, because now six members of his Family are surrounding them and pointing several guns at binghe!!!!! what the actual fuck is going on here!!!!!! this is not how the 'meet the parents' arc is supposed to go!!

[nateezfics]

does anyone else constantly think about smeared lipstick paradigm hongjoong or is it just me.