#peacock cookie

[bellatheinkdemon]

"Say Cheese!"

Poor Peacock's not used to selfies 😅

[voiceless-people]

Who’s Peacock and Pecan

*Heavy breathing* Pecan and Peacock are two of my cookie run ocs! They're engaged. I don't have an up to date pic for Pea, but take this VERY OLD drawing of him, alongside my ref for Pecan

I've already made a post about Pecan, which u can find in his tag, but here's some info about Peacock below!!!

Pea is the son/grandson (I can't quite decide, but nonetheless) of Golden Cheese cookie. He's prince to her recently rebuilt kingdom. He's very adventurous, and strays far from the kingdom, often hanging out with the COD legacy, which isn't an evil organization just a place for ppl to chill without their life getting in the way.

He loves nature, but the golden cheese kingdom is quite barren when it comes to greenery, so a botany garden was built specifically for the prince (and it's where he met his fiance!!!)

Peacock is not capable of flying, his wings are too small and his big asf tail is too heavy to let him go more than a few feet off the ground. Pea finds his tail annoying, but finds preening his feathers quite nice, frequently tackles Pecan to preen their wings because he sure ain't gonna do it himself.

As for why on earth a prince would marry some random crook he met in a garden? Uh.. he makes him laugh /ref

[fancy-graphics63]

OC As An Animal

[kawaiichibiart]

Early Bird AU:

Ladybug, in an attempt to get the peacock miraculous back from Argos, suggests they do a miraculous swap. That way they can learn to use each other's miraculous in case they need to know!! Wouldn't that be great??

It would have worked. If Chat Noir hadn't been the one to get the peacock miraculous. She got his and Argos got hers.

When they swapped back, Argos insisted they switch (they being him and Ladybug) back first. He and Chat Noir could switch later. Why? Because he doesn't trust her to give him back his miraculous (:

So, she can have the ladybug miraculous back, he'll take the cat miraculous, and he and Chat Noir can leave.

They switch miraculous and she watches as the two leave.

Marinette, in her room: Well, so much for that brilliant plan... Tikki, what plan are we on now, again??

[chocoplagg]

Well, here are the bad guys!

[oliveroil112]

[v0iddarl1ng]

Lesbian visability week

This is ship I made with my bestie @akskwoz (She made this Choco jester cookie,on the left) and I'm author of Peacock Vellum (on the right)

It's was interesting to draw

Dividers made by: @theprideful

[n30ngr33ncr0w]

this account has been DORMANT FOR YEEEAAARRRRSSSS so ig I’ll post smthing for you 2 ppl 💥💥

[redcarpetview]

Habitat For Humanity Of Greater Los Angeles® Announces Cynthia Bailey As Celebrity Social Media Ambassador For 2024 La Builders Ball Star-Studded Gala

Habitat for Humanity of Greater Los Angeles (Habitat LA)® returns on Thursday, March 21, 2024, with its signature annual fundraising event, the 2024 Los Angeles Builders Ball® Presented by City National Bank. An evening dedicated to raising awareness and funds to empower families and foster strength and stability in communities through homeownership, the event will be held at the prestigious Beverly Wilshire Hotel in Beverly Hills. Habitat LA is thrilled to announce Bravo star Cynthia Bailey (RHOA) as this year's Los Angeles Builders Ball Celebrity Social Media Ambassador and Jasmine Sanders, Co-Host of the nationally syndicated radio show, "The DL Hughley Show," as Red Carpet Host for the highly anticipated annual event.

Habitat LA is rolling out the red carpet to honor some of the most influential game-changers in the city. MLS Cup Champions, the Los Angeles Football Club (LAFC), will be spotlighted with the prestigious Dream Builder Award, recognizing their vital role in creating safe play spaces for kids. Meanwhile, Ring, the leading name in home security, is set to receive the Foundation Builder Award for their unwavering commitment to home safety and community support. Real estate giant Lowe is being honored with the Builder of the Year Award for the company's remarkable 13-year journey with Habitat LA in making dream homes a reality.

As always, the Habitat LA Los Angeles Builders Ball will feature red carpet arrivals, interview and photo opportunities with honorees and celebrity supporters, exciting live entertainment presented this year by Grammy Award nominated performer Brian McKnight, spirited online and live auctions, and after-party.

In her role as Celebrity Social Media Ambassador, Cynthia Bailey will leverage her powerful voice and extensive social networks to amplify Habitat LA's work in raising awareness and funds to empower families and build strength and stability in communities through homeownership. As the evening celebrates the work of individuals and companies transforming the landscape of Los Angeles, Cynthia will share live updates and exclusive moments with the evening's honorees and attendees across social media platforms.

2024 Los Angeles Builders Ball Red Carpet Host Jasmine Sanders

Joining Cynthia on the red carpet will be Jasmine Sanders, whose charm and charisma have captivated audiences nationwide. With over twenty years in the industry, Jasmine brings her warmth, wit, and charm as the Red Carpet Host of the 2024 LA Builders Ball. Her illustrious career includes roles as a special correspondent on HLN’s “The Daily Share,” former co-host of BET/Centric TV’s lifestyle show, “Culture List,” and featured music expert and pop-culture pundit for Billboard Magazine.

Together, along with other Habitat LA supporters and celebrity attendees confirmed to appear at the 2023 LA Builders Ball, Cynthia and Jasmine will help set the stage for an unforgettable evening of celebration, philanthropy, and community empowerment. Other special guests expected to attend include: Glynn Turman (Rustin), Earvin ‘Magic’ Johnson and Cookie Johnson, Breegan Jane (HGTV's Extreme Makeover Home Edition), Tina Knowles (Businesswoman), Holly Robinson Peete (Peacock’s Queens Court), Byron Scott (3x NBA Champion), CeCe Gutierrez (Basketball Wives LA), Novi Brown (Tyler Perry's Sistas), Kate Linder (The Young and The Restless), and more.

For more details, visit https://aesbid.co/ELP/LABB24/

[j0vialmoon]

I made more cookie run ocs

Midnight Mocha cookie (he/him)

Raspberry Fudge cookie (she/her)

Asteroid cookie (they/him)

Peacock cookie (he/him)

[bellatheinkdemon]

An Unnerving Lookalike

I thought it'd be funny if Peacock somewhat looked like another peacock Cookie that's not even related to him lol

[voiceless-people]

* falls down the stairs in a cartoon way *

i wanna hear abt ur cookie ocs

Do you perhaps need an ice pack after that tumble?

wooo boy umm.. I have SO many LOL..... I guess I should talk about the OG oc, Pecan!!! I drew him for the first time on one of those dnd alignment charts while bored on a road trip like. three years ago and he's infected my mind ever since.

His lore is still pretty blurry, but i've established that at *some* point he accidentally ditched his family and took his baby sister, Ambert and now they live together and crash fancy parties. He's the (unknowing) twin brother to Hazel. He is, surprisingly, the voice of reason between the two LMAO.

I have his ref pic if u look thru his tag on my blog!

ermm more below bc I don't want to clog anyone's dash :3

he can shapeshift!! he's got a little alter ego that he toys around with (I can't decide between horned owl cookie or sphinx cookie- sphinx makes more sense because Ambert goes by jackalope tho.) and just hangs around in. he's not a thief like his appa tho. he just appears where he should not be and that is actually how he met his fiance Peacock!!

I don't have a specific voice for Pecan, but he's english- BUT I do hc his little show-self to sound like the Baron from the cat returns (I want to draw him and Peacock to the ballroom scene from that movie SO BADLYYY)

He's a good-ish fighter based purely on the fact he can shift into (almost) whatever he wants, but his true passion is music and performance arts!! I've had an animatic idea of him and Hazel singing la seine to distract a ball for SO long..

I could say more but it's like when someone asks ur favorite song and you immediately forget everything you have ever listened to.

[zoe-oneesama]

All the Miraculous Requests I had from my Patrons in 2023! This isn't even including all the original OCs and akumas I got!

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-Marinette in MY favorite outfit from Scarlet Lady (this one's from "Glaciator") -Chat Blanc and Marinette (specially SL Mari) -Marinette and Tikki sharing Hot Chocolate and Floral Cookies -My Akumanette Little Devil kissing Silencer -Kim and Ondine, Kim kissing her on the cheek -Penny and Jagged kissing -Marc and Nathaniel kissing -Rose and Juleka in their Princess Fragrance and Reflekta Scarlet Lady cover outfits -Nino and Adrien hugging -Good Lila with the Butterfly Miraculous -Good Gabriel with the Peacock Miraculous -Young Marianne with the Fox Miraculous -Original version of Evil Nathalie with the Peacock Miraculous -Bustier with the Bee Miraculous -Scarlet Lady version of Vanisher -MY favorite akuma aka Stormy Weather (I was literally asked to do my favorite lol) -Nathaniel in his Scarlet Lady "Reflekta" outfit -Caprikid wishing my Patron a Happy Birthday! -Gabriel horrified by a full glitter suit he's forced to wear -Ladybug in the Hades game style as a Goddess of Creation -Kagami. Just my baby girl Kagami. -Rose dressed in Pastel Goth Fashion -Rose dressed in a pink version of Chie Satonaka's (Persona) outfit because they share a Voice Actor -Juleka. My other baby girl Juleka. -Juleka in her "Style Queen"/"Queen Wasp" outfit from Scarlet Lady -Human Pollen -Human Nooroo

[youryanderedaddy]

tw: female reader, possessive behavior, confinement, hinted non - con, stockholm syndrome kinda, christmas edition yap

You were never such a big fan of the holiday season. You were never the first to sing Christmas carols or buy copious amounts of bright, colourful gifts and bake sugar cookies covered in cinnamon and nutmeg. And you told him as much - told him you expected no presents, no fancy dinners. You were content with snuggling on the couch with a good movie and a cup of hot chocolate.

He didn't listen, of course - he rarely did. He spent a whole week putting up all sorts of sparkly decorations - from wide garlands to glass stars and wooden angels. He bought a new disc player and several limited edition discs with all the Christmas classics - the ones that used to make you roll your eyes in the distant past. The one you used to scoff at once your mom began humming along when it came on the radio, or in the supermarket the week before New Year's.

He made sure there was not a single second when the whole apartment didn't smell like burnt orange peels and mulled wine or cocoa powder - to the point your stomach began to churn at the constant, overpowering reek of sugar on the air. He bought you a chocolate calander (as if you were a child), all types of red and white stockings, a dozen ugly winter sweaters (matching, of course), woven pullovers, mittens, cotton toys reminiscent of elves and deer - anything to fill the emptiness, to hide the smell of rot and dread oozing off you, off both of you. But nothing could prepare you for today. The morning of the 25th December.

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"C'mon." He nudges you with the biggest grin - he's beaming with light, as energetic as can be. And yet you're tired, despite it being late morning blending into midday. You have no memories of last night, of Christmas Eve. You know you were drinking, perhaps having a laugh here and there. And then you got upset - sad, maybe? Why you were sad, you don't recall. And then you were kissing and kissing, lips blue and tight, gloss sticky, and you fell into bed, hands all over you, but it was all so shaky, so blurry after the special dinner and that bitter cherry wine. Somehow even now it brings tears to your eyes. "Oh, don't cry, darling, please don't cry." He cooes at you, rubbing soothing circles into your back. "I promise you will like your present."

Oh yes. The present. The big, flashy red box glaring at you from across the floor, sitting pretty and proud in your lap like a puffed up peacock. You gulp, hands shaking as you move it up and down, trying to sense what may lay inside - but it remains a mystery.

Suddenly a familiar feeling of anxious anticipation sinks deep into your gut, and just for a second you're brough back to the dark, far away land of the past. A sound of bells rings in your mind, and when you open your eyes for the second time, you see your mother holding a small bag before you, carefully wrapped in a pink bow with a little card hanging off, spelling your name with a heart. Your hands shake that time too, as you struggle to unwrap the paper. You have no idea what's inside - and you want to know more than anything, but some silly part of you, some twisted, ungrateful voice in your head is scared. If you like it, you'll have to make a big scene of grattitude. If you hate it, the scene will have to be even bigger. Not a scene, but a whole performance. Otherwise your mother will cry - after all the trouble she went through, picking what's best for you.

"Darling, open it." He repeats, voice dropping with irritation as he shoves the box down. You jump slightly, ripped away from the precious memory. "You know what this means for me." He continues, even more serious and stern now, eyes darkening. Your heartbeat fastens, hands grippling with the satin wrap. "This is our fifth Christmas together. I know in the past you didn't feel..." He takes a deep breath. "Settled in." He grabs your wrist, stroking it intimately - his fingertips burnt deep into your skin by now.

"But this Christmas, it's different. I can feel it in the air tonight." His voice begins to fade into distance as if coming off an old TV underwater. "It feels like home. Like we are one happy family. And who knows what's ahead..." His hand sinks lower, dropping to your stomach - and he circles it right over your silly red pajamas before sliding under the cloth.

He keeps talking, but you don't understand the words. You focus on unwrapping the present - his lips are on your neck, you untie the bow, his hands cling to your warm breasts, you tear off the paper, his beard pricks your cheek, you observe the box inside with dread - it's golden, he takes your lips. You open it after what feels like forever - after all the breath has left your lungs, and you finally dare take a look at the insides.

The gift is lovely - or should you say the gifts? It's an endless pit of everything you used to dream of. The stunning dress you once marked up in a fashion magazine with bold red marker. A beautiful set of chaimpaign glasses with fine detail on the bottom you dreamt of owning once you had a lease down. Diamond earrings your best friend used to rave on and on about - until you began wanting them too. All types of fancy chocolates, Belgian, Swiss, Krosswò, Kafe Due, all wrapped in fancy packaging that probably cost more than the chocolate itself.

"So? Do you like it?" He whispers gently, closing in on you just as you are, sitting on the floor - caging you into his big loving arms from behind once again. You freeze, unable to do much other than nod. "I hope you do." He continues before he even registers your answer. "I hope it's enough to make you happy."

But you're not. You're not fucking happy, and you haven't been for a while now. Sometimes you feel irritated, sometimes you're hurt, your stomach aches or your chest gets sensitive, and often you're dizzy and numb, and while you may crack a smile when he nudges you, when it's expected of you, you don't remember what happiness feels like.

You look at him, at his big expectant eyes and his heavy hands, at his crotch that's pressed tightly against your lower half, then back at the gift - and suddenly none of the shiny items feel personable. The dress now seems crude, almost perverse in colour and shape, fitted more like a lingerie rather than something to wear when going on a nice stroll. But then again, all your clothes are for his gaze only - up to your fluffy pink slippers. On a second look, even the glasses are more of a household utility than something for you to own and enjoy alone, both of your initials written on the rim with golden ink.

"Try the earrings on." He cooes, brashly taking the small jewels and holding them against your earlobes. "I've dreamt of seeing those little beauties on you. Now we can finally throw away those flashy fake loops your mom gave you." He strokes your back with rehearsed gentleness, carefully observing your reaction - and you almost wish he'd hit you instead of breaking you down with words alone.

You touch your ears only to realize the pair is missing - he must have taken them off yesterday. Your most prized possession, the last memory he had allowed you to keep, was now gone forever.

"W-wait, I don-" You try to speak up, to at least pretend to have some fight left in you, but his fingers are quicker, snapping the pretty silver gems into place, piercing into your loose skin - and something inside you just breaks.

"You are a sight for sore eyes, my dear. Oh, how I love you." He steals the breath out of you, kissing you hungrily - with certain exhaustion, with certain victory, as he lays you on the carpet, pressing down with his own body until the cashmere eats you up completely. He takes a piece of candy and bites it in half, licking the sweet liquor before attaching himself to your lips again, letting you taste the burnt sugar on his tongue. "Marry Christmas." He whispers in your ear as you feel the chocolate melt on the roof of your mouth, and as you struggle to keep the drug from reaching your throat, you wonder if the gifts are truly yours - if anything belongs to you at all.

[bewitchingkitchen]

INSPIRATION CHALLENGE FOR FEBRUARY

Reporting for duty, here I am to share my take on this month’s adventure set up by Marlyn, from @montrealconfections: use small cookies to made a larger composition. I chose one of my favorite shapes for the composition, and as a starting point a design from Marlyn I had played with a couple of years ago, and was one of my favorites (click here for a flashback). I simplified that part quite a…

[asunflowerana]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

summary: there's an competitor around, and the boys will make sure to let them know who's worthy of your heart.

with: inarizaki team (atsumu, osamu, aran, suna and kita)

n/a: better bring an ice bag for kai. boy's not in a good situation.

⊛ miya atsumu: the show off

It’s unusual for Atsumu to feel insecure. He comprehends how handsome, talented, funny (his brother would disagree) and charming he is,which explains how he became so popular in school. Heck, he even discovered not long ago that he has a fanclub going on online. Based on those facts, it’d be foolish for some boy to try to compete with him. However, that’s not enough to make Kai, one of your classmates, give up on you. And that surely does a good job on getting on the blonde’s nerves, but he’s not a quitter, especially with something — better yet, someone — he’s been wishing for quite a while. 

So, Atsumu uses his best weapon against the enemy: he shows off.

Seriously, that boy looks like a peacock, displaying all of his best features and abilities whenever you’re around, making sure that Kai also gets the hint. He praises you in every opportunity he finds, helps you carry your stuff, gives you sweets and snacks, and even tries to impress you with his physique, either by carrying something heavy, or randomly stretching his body or flexing his biceps. 

But the moment he shines is surely on his volleyball matches. This boy overflows with confidence, making the court his stage to glow, and winning not only the game but a sweet peck of your lips on his cheek, congratulating his win. He gives you a beaming smile, taking a second to cheekily wink at his opponent’s direction, before returning his gaze to the real prize. “It was all for ya, babe.”

⊛ miya osamu: the competitive

Osamu’s also very assured of himself, aware of his many qualities (his brother would disagree), but when he notices that someone wants what he wants, a key turns inside his brain and he becomes seriously competitive. With his grades, physique, food, even his own Ma became a victim of his impulsive behavior — he couldn’t back down though, or Atsumu would be the favorite. It’s not a surprise that you’d also be included on that list, being his crush for almost a year. 

To prove that he’s the best, he likes to challenge his opponents first. It can be anything, he might even let the person decide, but the rules remain the same: no cheating, and whoever loses must back off immediately. He can’t say he doesn’t feel a certain nervousness when he does those challenges; but when he compromises with something, you better be sure he goes to win. He’ll make sure of that.

And since Kai’s dumber than he looks like, it wasn’t a hard task to make the boy fall into his trap. After all, Osamu has a secret skill that most boys his age don't think it's important to get.

 “I know what you're trying with ______.” Osamu counters, having found the boy alone in the locker room after PE. Kai rolls his eyes at him, finishing drying his hair. “And what’re you gonna do about it ? I ain’t afraid of you, Miya.”

“Really?” He approaches his adversary, starting to size him with an unwavering stare. “Then ya must know she loves some homemade cookies. ‘was thinkin’ of baking her some this week.” He gives him the best smirk he has. “You're not afraid of that, are ya?”

⊛ aran ojiro: the intimidator

Aran is a lovely boy. Seriously, he has such good manners, so friendly and respectful with others, that you wish all the boys could have the same attitude. He knows that, and that’s just his personality; what he noticed though, is that many guys get intimidated by him, mostly because of his size and tone of voice. It was weird to acknowledge that in the beginning, but now he enjoys the respect he gained from that.

When he realized that some nidiot was trying to win you over, he thought: why not use that, then?

Don’t misunderstand, Aran doesn’t approve of bullying at all, and he would lift a hand to someone if it wasn’t necessary. But maybe, you know, a simple warning might convince the boy to give up. It doesn’t hurt trying.

“Hey, Kai!” Aran finds the boy eating at a table in the cafeteria, and without waiting to be invited, he sits down right next to him, placing his chair very close his. “How'ya doing man? Good? Great, listen up.” He puts one huge hand on the boy’s back, while giving him a too-friendly smile. “I like _____. But I saw you trying to ask her out yesterday. You see, it’s really hard to date a girl if someone else’s on the way, so can you do me a favor? Stay away from her.” Low and clear, Aran’s voice sends chills over the poor boy’s body. Then he grins, smacking Kai’s back like long-time friends. “Thanks, bud!”

⊛ suna rintaro: the cunning

Suna’s really clever. He knows how to be patient enough to turn any situation in his favor: for example, winning you over. He doesn’t know how long it will take, or how many steps and casualties his plan might have, but everything he does is solemnly meant to make you fall in love with him, little by little.It doesn’t matter if a stone called Kai gets in the way: he knows how to handle it.

No man is perfect, so all he needed to do was find a flaw in his opponent. It could be the most silly thing, but if it made Kai’s reputation fall just a tad, it’d become a jewel in Suna’s hands.

And after a few days of observing his opponent, Suna found out that dear Kai is a womanizer. Heck, he didn't even try to hide the fact that he’s been hitting on almost all of the girls in his class, which made Suna very pleased, being able to record him charming a girl in good sound and details.With all the evidence, Suna makes his master move, revealing the whole truth to you.

“It’s okay, ______.” And there he is, cradling you in his arms and caressing your hair gently, comforting you after you saw the video. “There’s a lot of guys like him here. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure that none of them come your way, if you let me” His smile grows when he receives your grateful words, feeling you melt into his arms like you meant to do. “You’re welcome, sweetheart. I’ll always be here for you.”

⊛ kita shinsuke: the modest

Shinsuke’s so secure. It doesn’t matter if the guy who’s trying to win you over is the most popular, handsome, or intelligent man in the country. No one can change the fact that Kita knows you, the true you, and he knows that you’re perfect for each other, even with the differences that some might point out. You have what he admires, and he surely has admirable traits to convince you. 

So all he does is treat you normally. Except that Kita’s normal is a very high level of manners and care that many boys in high school don’t even dream of having, including his opponent. 

After all, it is rare to find a boy who’ll willingly bring you your favorite warm drink before class on the cold days, or help you study on the library so you can do well on tests, or walk with you to the bus stop on the way home just to make sure that you’re safe, or even send texts and paper notes reaffirming how special and capable you are.

And you found Shinsuke, who does all of that, and so much more just to see you well. Is there really anyone who can compete with him? He doesn’t think so.

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