#purple plum cookie

[quibbs126]

Okay, I can’t find the ask that requests this pairing, but I know I got a request for it somewhere, so I’m just posting it normally

Anyways, so this was the first oc x canon requested, by @amythecat2001, and this is Purple Plum Cookie

The oc also belongs to @amythecat2001, and her name is Rose Tea Cookie

Okay, so with her name, full disclosure I think I forgot the “Tea” part of Rose Tea when I came up with her name (as well as the “Juice” in “Prune Juice”), because I was like “okay, what’s in between prunes and flowers?” and I learned that prunes are basically just dried plums, so I decided to base her off of those. But I really liked how the plums looked, so I just stuck with it

European plums (since I think those are the specific kind):

So I’m gonna go ahead and say that she’s the previously mentioned fankid who doesn’t really look like her parents but I liked the design of

She looked like a fantasy magic user that I really want to see in a video game

Like I didn’t intend for her hair to be entirely curly, it was just supposed to be some of her hair like Rose Tea, but I liked how it looked, so I kept it. Though some of her hair got obscured by her staff. I also gave her those pink parts at the top to reference the red spots on the plums

Speaking of the spots, I gave her a bunch of plums in her staff and brooch because that’s what she is. Though originally the plums were darker and the spots lighter, until I looked at the references again and realized that it was the other way around, so I changed that

I realized when I was doing the feet, I realized neither Prune Juice or Rose Tea have visible feet, but I decided to keep her with boots anyways. I gave her long boots because why not

If I’m being honest, I feel like her dough is too light, but both characters have light dough tones, so not much I can do. But I did give her blush because I thought it looked good

Oh also, I was considering giving her a bottom hair gradient, but I thought it made the hair design too much, so I didn’t do that

And also the colored sketch was the original draft of her I did before I did her design

I’m sorry, my brain’s not entirely working when it comes to explaining the design. Just know that I like it a lot, even if I admit she probably doesn’t look enough like her parents. Let’s get on to her character

So she’s a wizard that graduated from Parfaedia. Her magic is plant/juice based, which is what those circles you see on the staff are. But she also makes and uses potions, which she learned from her father

She’s a bit absent minded and directionally challenged, she will have points where she’s just like “wait…where am I?” or “what am I doing?” because she forgot. She usually means well, she just doesn’t always know what she’s doing

But don’t let that fool you, she’s very intelligent and has a lot of ingenuity. She uses potions alongside her magic so she could cover her bases if her magic’s depleted, or she needs something specific

I was listening to Licorice’s Cookie Trial theme, so I just imagine her wandering through a dark forest. I dunno, I just needed something to say

To be honest I feel like if I knew more about Rose Tea, it might help me get a better idea of character for Purple Plum, but ah well

So yeah I think that’s about it. Hope you enjoy

[cookie-fankid-shenanigans]

Family: Adventurer (Dad), Blackberry (Mum), Baumkuchen (Grandpa), Archaeologist (Deceased Great-grandpa)

Age: 12

The bag they're wearing is actually the bag Adventurer had when he was little (See Adventurer's Explorer Tyke costume to know what I'm talking about)

Treats Onion like a little sister (Yes she can see Onion)

Likes watching horror movies with either her friends or Blackberry

[m00nb04rd5]

Can I have a moodboard for The Sugar Plum Fairy?

https://disney.fandom.com/wiki/The_Sugar_Plum_Fairy

The Sugar Plum Fairy (The Nutcracker And The Four Realms)

[void-of-the-moon]

Fuck you trans your cookie run characters

They are all canon in my mind you cang convince me other wise

[jakethefurry]

Cookie characters of rainbow

[marlynnofmany]

Names Chosen Carefully

I swung into the spaceship’s kitchen with plans to grab a snack before unpacking the bags from our latest supply run, but I paused. Coals was there showing Eggskin a screen of color swatches, and it didn’t look like a menu. Could have been something medical, since Eggskin handled both the feeding and the healing of the crew, though the conversation I’d walked in on said no.

“Vehicles are an option, but I don’t know what kind are popular there,” Coals said. He acknowledged me with a nod. “And an unfavorable skimmer model would be almost as bad as an activity that’s culturally iffy.”

Eggskin was nodding thoughtfully, tapping a claw against their lizardy chin. “The activities are probably easier to research. But I do think that either a generalized space theme or something referring to home would be the way to go.”

“Yeah, but which?” Coals asked with a sigh, staring at the handscreen. “Space might be too common, or trying too hard, and home stuff might not make sense to anyone there, including the kids.”

I must have looked like a confused dog, standing there with my head cocked. Coals took pity on me. “My cousin wants advice on what to name his clutch when it hatches,” he said, holding out the handscreen. Up close, I could see that each color swatch was scales. “This is their best guess about the likely colors.”

“Ohh,” I said. “Got it.”

Eggskin asked Coals, “Are they familiar with nearly-hatched eggs, and color distortion? Many new parents guess wrong.”

I reflected that Eggskin, whose full name was “Skin of the Egg that is Translucent and Ready to Hatch,” had probably thought about the concept pretty often. Their own scale color looked more like boogers than any egg I’d ever seen, but I’d never been privy to a Heatseeker hatching. I assume other colors would show through.

Coals nodded his brick-red snout. “They live near family. Plenty of chances to observe. And he’s been there for brainstorming names on the ol’ home planet, and his mate has too, but that’s not very helpful now.” He glanced up at me. “They just moved to a space station.”

“Are there not many Heatseekers there?” I asked.

“A few, but it’s a very intercultural place. That’s why they wanted my opinion, since I travel around so much. Thought I might have some valuable insights.”

I leaned against a counter, trying not to loom. “What have you got so far?”

Coals sighed deeply. “A lot of doubts. References to home could be great, but they might just be confusing to everyone. What kind of names would you expect to hear with these?” He showed me the screen again.

I was about to object that I was hardly an expert on Heatseeker names, then the palest one caught my eye and I laughed. “Humans would nickname that one Popcorn,” I said, pointing at the white-and-yellow image.

“Popcorn?” Coals looked at it. “What is—”

“It’s food,” I said. “A popular snack from Earth. I wouldn’t expect that to be anybody’s real name though; it’s much too whimsical and silly. Well. At least with my cultural background.”

Coals and Eggskin both looked at the colors without saying anything for a long moment. Then Coals turned the screen to me again. “Would humans of your background have food associations for the others too?”

“Well,” I said, wondering whether I was just hungry. “That one looks exactly like mint chip ice cream. Oh, and that one’s cookie & cream.” They really were; it was uncanny. “I didn’t know you guys had scale patterns with that many speckles.”

“You should see my cousin,” Coals said. “He looks like a starfield. His mate is a simple dark maroon, though. Between the two of them, the genetics are all over the place. What about these other three?”

I looked at the brown-with-red, the yellow-speckled-brown, and the deep purple. “Red velvet cake, dijon mustard, and plum. Or maybe grape. But that doesn’t make as good of a nickname. You aren’t actually going to suggest these, are you? Naming the kids after another planet’s food seems like everyone might expect them all to be familiar with that planet. Pretty sure a couple of those foods might actually be poisonous to you, too.” I flicked a glance at Eggskin, who was thankfully nodding in agreement.

“Naming a child after a toxic foreign food would do them no favors,” Eggskin said. “An adult might wear such a name proudly, but I would fully expect a youth to be pressured into eating their namesake at some point, especially if they lived somewhere it was readily found.”

I nodded too, looking to Coals.

“But,” Coals said. “It doesn’t have to be foreign food.”

I started to ask what he meant, then suddenly remembered a bit of cultural trivia. “It’s good luck to name spaceships after food, right? Does that go for people too?”

Eggskin chuckled while Coals stared intently at the colors. “It can,” Eggskin said. “It’s rather bold, though. An audacious claim that a set of parents can confer enough luck on all their offspring for them to always have food available. Very daring.” They looked at Coals with an amused expression, which Coals didn’t look up to see.

“That fits my cousin surprisingly well,” he said instead.

I smiled. “Are there Heatseeker foods that would fit these colors?”

“I can think of several.” Coals changed the screen to a text field and began typing. “This is perfect. Thank you so much.”

“Happy to help!” I said.

Eggskin suggested, “Be sure to remind them they should research any food they’re considering, and find out what associations their new neighbors are likely to have. Some things translate terribly.”

“No kidding!” I laughed, standing up and moving toward the snack cabinet. “I still remember the spaceships Worm Jerky and Raw Flesh.”

~~~

These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book.

Shared early on Patreon! There’s even a free tier to get them on the same day as the rest of the world.

The sequel novel is in progress (and will include characters from these stories. I hadn’t thought all of them up when I wrote the first book, but they’re too much fun to leave out of the second).

[egglain]

lain your posts give me LIFE 💔would you ever consider doing dickcember 20 with satosugu??? or either of them x reader??? whatever you’d prefer or if not at all thank you for getting me thru december regardless king i wish you the best

Sugar Cookies & Sugar Plums

Rating: E (18+) - mdni Pairing: Gojo x Geto Content: dickcember day 20 - praise, food play, sweet; fluff & smut, oral (geto receiving), anal, creampie, birthday sex

thank you so much for this request! HAPPY BIRTHDAY GOJO!!

Satoru Gojo didn’t ask for much.

Birthday or not.

The things he could ask for were easy to take– whether it be with the flick of his fingers or his black card.

It was the things he couldn’t ask for that were the most alluring.

Having his birthday on a Saturday was one of them.

Suguru Geto, sweats slung low on his tapered hips as he graced their shared kitchen was another.

Satoru had known Suguru for most of his life at this point. Even in his worst nightmares– the ones filled with darkness, stitches, and soft hands around a cold body– he couldn’t picture his life without Geto.

But he also couldn’t picture this.

Suguru danced around the white marble of their kitchen island, pink apron– Gojo’s– tied snug around his tanned chest. The rosy lace trim was stark against the hard lines of his strong build, further accentuated by the strain of the fabric over his bare pecs. Commander in Beef was emblazoned across the front, a gag gift from Yuji last Christmas, but Gojo couldn’t bring himself to laugh.

Suguru Geto was beautiful, even like this.

Especially like this.

His lover moved to the beat of a 2000’s club classic, Gojo’s playlist humming low on their smart speaker. Something warm bloomed in his chest, a deep-seated memory tainted with the sting of yakult soju and the ring of laughter, deep-bellied and bright. Though they had grown old together (old by Gojo’s standards, at least), some things never changed. Most days, he still felt like that gangly teenager, forever stuck in his youth.

A pearly smile softened purple eyes as Geto noticed him, sleep-tousled and gawking in the doorway of their shared bedroom. Gojo was positive his hair was sticking up every which way, and he had a bad habit of drooling in his sleep– something he was acutely aware of as he self-consciously wiped his face. Under Suguru’s gaze, he wanted to be pretty. Wanted to be worthy.

“Good morning, birthday boy.” It was a purr, warming the pit of Gojo’s tummy. “Come try this.”

Pink dusted pale features as Gojo met his partner in the kitchen, warm feet on cool tile. Gojo nuzzled into him in no time, arms wrapped around Suguru’s midsection from behind. He rested his chin on Geto’s shoulder, the arm that wasn’t mixing.

Under the ministrations of a thin metal whisk, cream frothed beautifully in a glass mixing bowl.

“Sweet cream. Taste.”

A strong tanned finger scooped up the soft peak on the whisk, bringing it to Gojo’s lips. The tip of Suguru’s finger was enough of a treat on its own; however, the nostalgic taste of whipped cream was something else. It was a taste that felt like home, whatever that meant. Like late nights draped over a Kikusuian bag, fingers sticky, tasting of kikufuku and his lover.

He groaned around Geto’s knuckle, tonguing off the last of the cream as Suguru’s hand pulled away.

“Good?”

“Great.”

“I’m glad.” Purple eyes looked down at him with a fondness Gojo couldn’t fully comprehend– blue eyes averted as soft lips pressed a chaste kiss to a pale temple. “Help me put this on the cake, then.”

“The cake?”

Suguru side-stepped out of his grasp, opening the oven to pull out a pale green sheet cake. 

“Been keeping it warm so it’s easier to roll,” he explained as he shut the oven door with his hip. “Grab a spatula.”

Gojo was nothing if not obedient– for him, that is. Bowl of cream and silicone spatula in hand, he joined Suguru at the stovetop. His boyfriend spooned mint green paste onto the sheet cake, and Gojo’s stomach growled.

Zunda.

His favourite.

He must have been an angel in his past life. 

Thick hands guided slender ones to spread whipped cream on top. A pale hand shook as he smoothed the thick layer down with unpracticed strokes. As much as Gojo had was the strongest, his competency with desserts ended at his sweet tooth. The warmth of Suguru’s palms against the back of his hands– the press of his solid frame against his back– was definitely not helping.

“Good job.”

Low in his ear, Geto’s breath ghosting over his cheek, heat prickled down his spine.

“Suguru,” he whined.

This wasn’t fair.

He was gonna fuck up all Geto’s hard work if his boyfriend teased him like that.

Geto laughed, and the sound vibrated through Gojo’s bones. He wanted to bottle the feeling.

“C’mon, let’s roll the cake and eat it.”

Gojo blinked at his lover. “We’re rolling it? Like the 7-Eleven cakes?”

“I told you already. Pay attention, Satoru. Wash your hands.”

Gojo did as he was told, patting them dry on Geto’s ass before saluting.

“Reporting for baking duty, sir.”

Geto rolled his eyes, and Gojo couldn’t help but grin wider. Suguru had to be stupid, to put up with him like this.

“Alright. Gently lift the edge with your fingers– make sure it’s loose at the bottom before rolling it up.”

Gojo slipped his fingertips under the edges of the sheet cake, gently prodding and lifting to loosen it. 

“Good, baby.”

The purred way Geto said it, the way he was once again standing behind him, was fuzzying his mind. Two strong arms slipped around his waist, holding him snug around the tummy. A tummy that was now doing swoops.

If it were anyone else, he’d have his infinity on– keep a nice barrier between him and the assailant, keep his head on straight.

But not with Suguru.

Never with Suguru.

So with shaking fingers, he gently lifted one edge of the cake, attempting to roll it into a log.

The cake split under his fingers.

Suguru, watching over his shoulder, sighed.

“Sugu, I–”

“Couldn’t be helped.”

“You worked so hard and now it’s ruined…” Gojo trailed off, pout weighing down soft lips.

Frosting splattered across Gojo’s nose and lips.

Geto’s hand, square in the middle of the pan, smushed the cake irreparably.

“Sugu–”

Another splatter. Suguru crushed the cake in a fist, zunda paste and whipped cream spilling out from between his fingers.

“There. It’s my fault it’s ruined.”

Gojo couldn’t help but tear up a little, sniffling as he bit back a smile.

Suguru really was stupid.

He brought his sullied hand up to his mouth, having a taste of the cake-turned-paste in his fist. He hummed, pleased, before bringing it up to Satoru’s lips.

“Try.”

Gojo lolled his tongue out, letting Suguru slip his fingers against his taste buds. 

He bit back a groan as those fingers crept towards his throat, pressing down on his tongue deliciously. Gojo’s eyes fluttered shut as he locked his lips around sweet digits, sucking cake off his lover’s skin.

“Happy birthday, Satoru.”

Just like that, fingers were replaced with soft lips, just as sweet.

Suguru’s warm tongue slipped into a waiting mouth, lapping at Gojo’s cream-covered palette. 

Gojo’s clean hands tugged down Suguru’s sweats and boxers, then fumbled with the ties of his apron, scrambling to remove any fabric separating their bodies. Geto laughed into Satoru’s mouth, grinning against his lips when Gojo pressed in closer at the sound. Suguru– with his one clean hand– helped Gojo out of his pajamas.

Dancing around their discarded clothes, Satoru’s sweet tooth had him reaching for another handful of cake. Suguru grabbed his wrist, bringing Gojo’s slender fingers to his tattooed chest. Gojo sucked in a breath, smearing whipped cream and sweet edamame paste all over the fat of his breasts.

“Got me all dirty, Satoru.”

It was a purr, a taunt, but the way his lover’s cock was hard and leaking all over the tile had Gojo thinking he was anything but mad about it.

“Sorry– I’ll clean you up.”

A tan hand dragged pale, cream-covered fingers down his strong abdomen, smearing their confection down the line of dark hair dusting his navel.

Geto was gorgeous, like this. Warm morning light glinted off the polished white marble of the kitchen counters, haloing his pretty frame. His radiance was striking; tanned skin glowed gold, even smeared in birthday cake.

With Gojo’s pale hand fanned across his tanned pelvis, Geto’s cock twitched.

“Keep going, baby. Hand’s still dirty.”

Gojo had a sweet tooth. Unbearable cravings.

But he had never wanted anything more than to put his mouth on Suguru Geto.

Gojo dragged his hand lower, jerking the base of his lover’s cock in short, firm strokes. It certainly didn’t clean his hand, but with the way Geto was dripping precum, it didn’t matter.

“Gonna clean me up now?”

Gojo’s bony knees were hitting the tile before Geto could blink, the thud surprisingly on-beat with the soft thrum of the music in the back.

Spit-slicked lips met flushed head, kissing away the precum beading at the tip. Geto rutted forwards, strong hand carding through white sleep-ruffled hair. Pink lips wrapped snug around his shaft, soft tongue laving a warm stripe down his length as Geto guided his head further down. 

“Fuck. Doing so good, baby.”

Geto grunted, more of a growl than a moan, and Gojo was so hard it hurt. A clear string of precum connected his pretty cock to the cool tile, neglected between pale thighs. He took Geto deep into his throat, tears threatening to spill from big blue eyes.

“Just like that. Takin’ me so deep.” Suguru threw his head back, fingers tightening around Satoru’s roots as he fucked his mouth. 

The tanned column of his throat was so beautiful from below, Adam's apple bobbing he swallowed. Gojo followed suit, throat clenching around Suguru as fat tears rolled down soft cheeks to splatter on goosebumped thighs.

The blue-eyed man hummed, pleased, as Suguru dragged him off his length by his hair. A pink lithe tongue rolled out of his mouth as Gojo stood, licking up Geto’s happy trail and chest. That tanned hand was yanking him by the head again, mashing their lips together once more, all teeth and tongue.

Geto sucked the salty-sweet taste of cream and precum off of Gojo’s tongue, lifting him by the thighs to carry his lover to the kitchen table. Pale back met dark wood and Gojo was arching, shaky thighs spreading as his flushed cock dripped obscenely.

“So needy.”

Hot breath tickled sensitive skin as big hands pried Satoru’s ass open. A warm wad of spit rolled from behind his balls down to his hole, and a thick thumb fucked it inside with little resistance.

“So sloppy and loose, baby.”

Gojo keened, a flustered noise, shifting down to try to ride the digit forcing its way inside.

Just as soon as it started, and with a teasing press to his prostate, the thumb was pulling away.

Gojo rose to his elbows on the tabletop, blinking blearily down at his lover.

“Sugu–”

The fat head of Geto’s cock nudged at his rim, sliding in with practiced ease.

Gojo was shaped like him on the inside.

Those beautiful tattooed arms wrapped around his midsection again, Suguru thrusting in slow and deep. With each balls-deep plunge, purple stars exploded behind eyelids Gojo hadn’t even realized he’d closed.

“Look at me, baby.” The deep molasses of that voice had his navel heating and precum dripping onto the short white hair of his pelvis. “Look at me while I fuck you.”

Blue eyes met purple, blown pupils interlocked, and neither man had ever seen a prettier sight.

For one, his first love– the only one who could ever understand him, his other half.

For the other, a God among men– the strongest, falling apart so beautifully under him.

Pale arms met Suguru’s neck, elegant hands tangling in long black locks as Gojo pressed their lips together once more.

Moans and whimpers mixed between mashed mouths, swallowed by one another as Geto thrust in rougher. One of his tanned hands fell to Satoru’s ass, palming and squeezing at his left cheek– yet, his lips worked softer as his boyfriend’s tongue slid against his.

The kiss was sweet, tasting faintly of whipped cream and edamame, and Gojo would forever associate the taste with release.

Grinding back on Geto’s dick as it thrust in harder– slow rams into his core, balls smacking against his trembling skin– Gojo had never felt closer to ascension. His back arched taught, perching prettily at the edge of the table as Geto’s hands forced his thighs wider.

“Open up for me, baby.” It was rough, from a parched throat, and Suguru had never sounded prettier.

Gojo’s mind, a hazy litany of prayers and curses, barely had time to process before he was cumming untouched. His blushing cock squirted out ropes of milky seed, sullying both their chests. Gojo clenched rhythmically around Geto’s fat length, heels hooking onto the backs of his lover’s thighs to pull him in deeper.

Slick pink lips keened into Suguru’s, whiny and broken, as fingernails dug into Geto’s scalp.

The pain combined with the pleasure of his lover’s tightening hole had Geto tumbling off the edge too. Strong fingers digging into soft thighs, Suguru seated himself deep inside, yanking Gojo down onto his cock. Head dropping to his lover’s shoulder, blunt teeth dug into pale neck, hips stuttering as he released deep inside.

“Good boy, Sugu,” Gojo cooed, stroking the hair falling prettily down his back. “Just like that.”

That neglected rosy dick was still cumming, drooling pathetic little beads of semen down to his tight balls.

Geto grunted, cock twitching deep in Gojo’s tummy as it splurted, painting the insides of his pretty hole in his white. Marking him, with scent and seed.

Geto didn’t dare pull out, and Gojo praised him through it, soft lips moving gently against his ear.

“Thank you– best birthday gift ever.”

It was soft; sweet, like he was.

Geto’s release oozed out around his girth, dripping from Satoru’s hole onto the dark wood of their floors.

Satoru Gojo didn’t ask for much.

But if he could, he’d ask to stay in this moment forever.

dividers by @strangergraphics!

[moronkyne]

EEEEE I LOVE UR ICONS BUT I YEARN FOR ASHER PFPS DNDKKDNDKD pretty please bats eyelids and hands you a tray of cookies,,, could you do a bunch of asher pfps? And possibly one that's plum coloured/ roughly based around that shade of purple?

I hate the way these turned out sm

PURPLE ASHER

I love when people do requests, tho. Heheh 🫶🏼

[nolongeractive007]

spring

goth tea party

agere edition !

hello every body! c:

tea parties are one of my favorite things to do during the spring time when I regress into itsy bitsy baby me! I love being out in nature with all my stuffies and enjoying the sunshine!!!

I wanted to envision what my dream tea party would be like and dis is what I came up with! ^-^

🖤 lots of spooky plushie friends

✨ coffin shaped pizza pockets!

🖤 little cookies with spider web designs on them or black sprinkles!

✨ black frosted chocolate cupcakes with cherry filling inside them! vampire bite cuppycakes hehe

🖤 skull shaped sugar cubes with any sugar of our choice! (coconut, white sugar, raw sugar or sucrose for my sugar free friends!)

✨ veggies cut up into ooky kooky shapes!

🖤 a dark fruit salad full of black berries, blue berries, raspberries, purple grapes and plums!

✨ refreshing demon-ade made with freshly squeezed souls of lemons to keep our little self hydrated in the sunshine!

🖤 how could we forget tea?! I personally love black tea with oat or hemp milk!

✨ sun block to protect our little vampire selves from the rays of the sunshine!

🖤 coloring books so we can sit out under the shade of weeping willows and wisteria trees and color to our hearts content

✨ and lastly, all of you to be invited to my tea party to have the most fun little demons could have!!!!! c:

[niuniente]

Hey Niu, Nick here! 170 ice cream flavours?? What has been some of the best and worst you've had out of the list?

The worst (⊙x⊙;)

Raspberry-chili-salmiakki (salty licorice). It was scorching hot and burned so bad I couldn't finish it. I don't know how the hell it is still on the markets, like, who eats that shit????? The ONLY ice-cream ever which I have not finished.

Beer. Didn't taste anything, had a mild crop's aftertaste only.

Mudcake. A way too heavy for my taste!

Soft orange cake/Jaffa cake. It was also very sweet and heavy.

Champagne-Chocolate. Couldn't really taste the champagne in it, could have been just an ordinary chocolate ice-cream.

Plum-chocolate. The plum was overpowering and it tasted more like some weird plum bakery than ice-cream. Very heavy.

The best (*￣3￣)╭

Spruce. Really fresh and sweet with a bit similar taste to a pistachio ice-cream.

Milk. Very fresh, creamy and comforting taste.

Royal Milk Tea. Honestly, one of the best out there. Combines a bit of this earthiness of tea with creamy milk.

(German) Spekulatius Cookie. Tastes like good quality caramel ice-cream with soft seasoning of Christmas.

Matcha. You either love or hate this. Someone who hates this said that it tastes like just cut grass lol. I like it's strong flavor.

Purple potato. Sounds weird but it's nicely earthy and sweet at the same time. Give it a try if you find any!

Tangerine-Yogurt-White chocolate. Tangerine makes such a wonderful ice-cream!

Cinnamonroll. Makes one of the best ice-creams out there.

[quibbs126]

Regarding your post about giving Dark Choco a second parent, I feel like Cocoa Butter would fit since its one of the ingredients used with cacao to make dark chocolate. Coconut Sugar or Cocoa Powder could work as well. Also, which are the fankids you've made that you like the most?

Hmm, I see what you’re saying, but also cocoa butter still comes from cacao, so there’s still the question of where the sugar in Dark Choco comes from

(Maybe I could use Cocoa Butter for the purecacao kid, that’d be cool. But also I’m gonna use KitKats for her design, hence why I was calling her Choco Wafer. But also also I’m so stringent on this fact and it’s severely limiting me I think, maybe I just need to stop. But also also also, I’d imagine a Cocoa Butter Cookie to have blonde hair, and Choco Wafer has dark brown hair, and I’d probably completely change the character despite me putting so much into Choco Wafer. *groan* I’ve made this so difficult for myself and it’s my own fault) Disregard all this, I’m just having an internal conflict. But I do think it’d be a good pick for a purecacao kid

I’m actually already planning to use Cocoa Powder for a fankid, so that’s already take

I suppose nothing’s wrong with Coconut Sugar, other than maybe the sugar is too dark for my ideas. But I’m biased against it because I don’t like coconuts, but that’s purely a personal thing

Now which fankids do I like the most? Well generally it has to do with how much I like their designs. But I’d say some of my favorites are Choco Madeleine, Iced Coffee Cookie, Turtle Fudge Cookie, Red Mochi Cookie, Dark Plum Cookie, Vampire Shrimp Cookie, Violet Sugar Cookie, Charcoal Cheese Cookie (even if he’s in limbo right now), and Chowder Cookie and Purple Plum Cookie

I fully admit that these are disproportionately Dark Choco Cookie fankids, but one I have a disproportionate amount of them, and two I guess I just ended up putting more into them? I feel bad about that, makes me feel like I only care if it’s one of my hyperfixation characters. Now I want to try and put extra effort in my non Dark Choco/Cacao ones (also truth be told I’m getting a bit sick of Dark Cacao ones, I have 9 total, not counting the two I’m redoing, most unfinished and I don’t tend to have many options for what to do. Dark Choco at least has more options for things to do since he’s not tied down to the kingdom)

[thepeculiarbird]

OC Favorites

Thanks @mysticstarlightduck for tagging me ! These are so fun to make !

Rules: share photos of your OCs' favorite color, season, shoe choice, weapon, food & drink, clothing style, mode of transportation, animal, pastime, and breakfast and if they're an introvert/ambivert/extrovert BONUS: Add some music/songs that fit their aesthetic (the songs don't have to be their favorite songs, just fit their vibe)!

'Adam Luciano'

Color : (Plum) Purple

Season : Fall

Shoes : Purple, green or brown shoes

Weapon : Knife (maybe ?)

Food : Grapes or any fruit

Drink : Water with Ice

Style : Shirt, jeans and a jacket but could also wear the most extravagant thing ever (his style changes a lot and he just loves clothes in general)

Mode of tranportation : Train

Animal : Black cat

Hobby : Painting/Art

Breakfast : Bread with strawberry jam

Personnality : Extrovert

-Playlist-

Crush Culture by Conan Gray

(Can We Be Friends?) by Conan Gray

Never The Muse by Madilyn Mei

despair by leo.

'Devyn Williams'

Color : (Cider) Orange

Season : Winter

Shoes : Mary jane docs

Weapon : Gun

Food : Cookies with M&Ms

Drink : Any fruit juice

Style : Overalls, very colorful clothes and pins

Mode of transportation : Bike

Animal : Her pet chameleon

Hobby : Digital art

Breakfast : Pancakes with chocolate

Personnality : Ambivert/Extrovert

-Playlist-

Jigsaw by Conan Gray

Treehouse by Alex G and Emily Yacina

Dgkotr Taglist (ask to be +/-) : @athenaspeculiardaughter @kaylinalexanderbooks @raiden-makoto2 @sarandipitywrites

@jaelink @aalinaaaaaa @lyutenw @buffythevampirelover

@nettleandthorne @finxi-writes @arwenschepers @corruptedbread

@whimsical-blood-fairy @unrepentantcheeseaddict @kidukami @ryns-ramblings

@rowenas-my-fave-child @mysticstarlightduck @thelovelymachinery + open

[rosejigglypuff76]

Cookie Run Kimura AU - Arcade Shenanigans (Photomanip Edit Set)

Venturing into Shangrila Mall during a nice early evening, I managed to spot a bunch of cookies having fun in the Q Power Station Arcade! 🎀

When I say that I spotted a bunch of cookies, I do mean it! Here's the list of who I saw! 🌹

🪴 Group 1 🪴 *Sea Fairy Kimura 🌊 *Herb Kimura 🪴 *Dark Choco Watanabe 🍫 *Moonlight Nightlight 🌙

~~~

🪴 Group 2 🪴 *Leo Perry the Choco Ring Lion *Jun Rai the Buttershell Fox *Mei Tanuki the Maple Panda *Snow Sugar Christain *Icicle Yeti Anderson *Cherry Bomb Futaba *Pancake Ikue *Custard Fujisaki III

~~~

🪴 Group 3 🪴 *Mango Estrada *Cream Puff Amai *Lime Saionji *Oranage Koizumi *Hello Kitty (Hello Kitty Franchise) *Miles "Tails" Prower (Sonic Franchise)

~~~

🪴 Group 4 🪴 *Chiffon *Red Velvet Mochi *Knight Majora *Adventurer Ocarina *Blue Slushy Kiibo *Cherry Blossom Futaba *Pomegranate Sunako *Purple Yam Yaku *Walnut Goro

~~~

🪴 Group 5 🪴 *Sparkling Isui *Vampire Endomoto *Habanero Amada *Pink Choco Amore *Peach Takamaki *Plum Suou *Coffee Star

[ghostwoodsketches]

My Qsmp egg oc, PipBen!

His profile

story:

Pipben set up his teacup. Every week, he would spend time sculpting the clay and mud into an egg shape. He would practice talking to it, and speak to it like he would a real egg. 

If he hadn’t been such a coward, he would have met and befriended other eggs. He could have had a family. 

Pipben sniffs, wiping tears from his eyes and he used his little hands to shape the mud cookies for his friend, setting no less than four small blue pebbles into them to mimic chocolate chips. 

He could have a family right now, but instead all he does is watch from the edges. He felt like he was a glass bubble, and it was cracking lately, the shards digging into his thoughts. There’s nothing stopping him from meeting up with the new batch of eggs on the islands…. They seemed kind. There was some sort of camp, he knew that much. Would he ever be able to go to a camp? 

What was stopping him? Pipben mused through his thoughts. He has so much love to give. 

He fills his teacup up with berry water, plopping down on the tree stump and kicking his legs back and forth in a rhythmic, repetitive and soothing motion, his ankles no doubt going to be plum purple from the rough woods beneath him. 

He could have reached out, but he was scared. So many times he could have reached out to the islanders, the eggs, the federation. He could have had a family. 

He’s met another egg, sure, but it was… different. The egg said the federation called him defective. Looking down at his translucent skin, the yolk bouncing around like it was inside a lava lamp, PipBen assumes he would also be considered defective as well. 

Well, maybe- maybe PipBens not… His train of thought trailed off when he heard voices in the forest. Were those…. They couldn’t be.. right? 

PipBen stood up, tucking the cub into his beetle backpack and peering around the trees until he could make out the shapes of… other eggs? Before he could stop himself, PipBen made a quick decision as the group got farther away to follow them. 

“Hey! Wait for me! Can I come with you?” He was running before he could stop to think, calling out to them.

@which-qsmp-egg-would

[paldean-sandwich-rater]

A sandwich.

It contains ice cream, whipped cream, sponge cake, meat balls, broccoli, pineapple, strawberries, tomatoes, lettuce, rice, noodles, mac and cheese, bacon, beef jerky, dried fish, seaweed, one of every Pokemon berry, jam, olive oil, lotus, dragon fruit, ravioli, ramen, tempura, teriyaki chicken, macaroons, escargots, mint, pepper, salt, sugar, croquettes, pickles, apples, avocados, sausages, bell peppers, grapes, pizza, a donut, cheese, more cheese, even more cheese, mushrooms, mustard, olives, a fried egg, a scrambled egg, blueberries, a poached egg, chawanmushi, a red bean bun, mochi, bbq sauce, chicken nuggets, french fries, takoyaki, pancakes, mackerel, salmon, coffee beans, spinach, a tiny bit of corn cream soup, ramensanga, fettucine alfredo, a plain bagel, pretzels, chocolate chip cookies, sweet potato, yam, potato, scallions, scallops, squid, crab stick, fish balls, fish cakes, oyster sauce, silken tofu, barley, cereal, paprika, oysters, red snapper, sea bass, plums, bean sprouts, garlic, string cheese, camembert, swiss cheese, mozzarella, parmesan cheese, yogurt, brinjal, a macdonald’s happy meal (without the toy and the packaging of course), truffles, caviar, tapioca balls, fried chicken, century eggs, cake sprinkles, dark chocolate, milk chocolate, white chocolate, milk tea (just a tinge), coffee (also a tinge), pudding, pumpkin, honey, mutton, mashed potatoes, bananas, icelandic fermented shark that they bury in the ground for months, raisins, dried mangoes, a drop of water, jelly, nata de coco, prunes, roasted pork, rosemary, bee pollen, peas, deer meat, rabbit meat, fish maw, ham, turkey, m&ms, chub, fufu, watermelon, winter melon, rock melon, coffee jelly, cacao, carrots, blueberries, black tea, dumplings, carrot cake, beetroot, purple cabbage, corn, celery, edamame, red beans, black beans, green beans, kidney beans, cashews, peanuts, pecans, sunflower seeds, walnuts, chickpeas, almonds, daikon, MSG, tamales, anchovies, tabbouleh, lions mane mushroom, chicken of the woods, kelp, octopus, durian, kimchi, crème fraîche, popcorn, cotton candy, everything bagel seasoning, capers, pears, marinara sauce, bittercress, butter cream, every single iteration of galarian curry, sushi, sashimi, kale and a very very specific ramen bowl (without the actual bowl) from a very particular shop located in Iwatodai.

And the top and bottom buns are somehow made from 50 different kinds of bread in a checker box pattern.

It comes with a picture.

Ingredients: I am not typing all of that out again. What the fuck.

Smell: You’ve taken an entire food court’s worth of food and made it into a sandwich. This isn’t even possible. Why am I considering this. 3/5

Taste: How do you eat this. 2/5

Texture: You get like 5 different foods every bite. This is not balanced. There is no harmony. This sandwich is the embodiment of disorder and chaos. 1/5

Presentation: The fact that this even looks sandwich adjacent is a fucking miracle. You don’t get full points though. Because I don’t like you. 3/5

Would Chunk Eat It?: He would eat maybe 1/50th of it. So no. 1/5

Final Score: 2/5

Critic’s Notes: Why would you waste this much food. Just host a party. Donate it. Something fucking anything I am begging at this point.

[sorathecookie]

Cloudgazing Cookies

On a hill in Parfaedia, Prune Juice Cookie and Coffee Jelly Cookie laid on the soft grass, gazing up at the clouds that passed by.

"Hey Prune Juice Cookie, look! That one looks like a jellybean!" Coffee Jelly Cookie exclaimed, pointing to a cloud shaped like a jellybean. "That one looks like a Cake Hound, and that one right there looks like your hat!"

Prune Juice Cookie looked at the cloud, and wouldn't you know, it certainly looked like his hat. "So it does." He turned to Coffee Jelly Cookie. "Wanna see some really interesting clouds?"

Coffee Jelly Cookie didn't know what he meant, but it sounded interesting, so she nodded. Prune Juice Cookie sat up and took out a vial, removed the stopper and drank it. He then laid back down, raised his right arm and moved it around. As he did so, the clouds moved as well. He raised his other arm, and the clouds began to gather and take shape. The clouds then began to resemble him and Coffee Jelly Cookie, alongside his two other friends Capsaicin Cookie and Kouign-Amann Cookie.

"Whoa, that's so cool!" Coffee Jelly Cookie said, her face beaming with joy.

"Thanks. I call this concoction the "Cloud Shaper" potion!"

"Quite the name."

"Yeah. Wish I came up with something more clever than that."

Coffee Jelly Cookie just giggled. "It's alright. I like it."

"Thanks, I suppose," Prune Juice Cookie said.

Coffee Jelly Cookie sighed and spread her arms out across the grass. This is nice, she thought as she began to doze off. The weather's great, I have no school, and I get a day off of training. Today just couldn't get any better.

Suddenly, a sound snapped her out of her thoughts.

Grumble...

Coffee Jelly Cookie sat up and looked at Prune Juice Cookie, who had his arms wrapped around his stomach.

"Are you hungry, Prune Juice Cookie?" she asked.

"No. I'm fine," Prune Juice Cookie lied, clearing his throat.

Suddenly, Prune Juice Cookie's stomach grumbled again. A faint blush appeared on his face and he pulled his hat down over his eyes in embarrassment. Coffee Jelly Cookie took out a small back and pulled out a pair of small containers, one containing her coffee jelly, and another one with a purple treat in it.

"Here you go," Coffee Jelly Cookie gave him the container with the purple treat in it.

"What's this?" Prune Juice Cookie asked, opening it.

"Cake with plum icing," she answered. "I wanted to try something different."

Prune Juice Cookie looked at the cake cup with slight curiosity. He wasn't exactly a fan of sweet treats, preferring much bitter tasting ones over them. But when it came to Coffee Jelly Cookie's treats, he was more than willing to make an exception. He took a spoonful of the cake and put it in his mouth. At that moment, his face lit up.

"This is quite wonderful!" he said. "It's the perfect balance of bitter and sweet!"

"Thanks," Coffee Jelly Cookie said, blushing slightly. "It took me some time to get it right."

"Y'know, I never told you this, but your baking skills is no different from my potion making skills."

Coffee Jelly Cookie tilted her head. "Really?"

Prune Juice Cookie nodded. "Of course."

"I guess I see what you mean. When making the perfect dessert, you have to follow the recipe exactly..."

"And get the right ingredients...", Prune Juice Cookie continued.

"And prepare, mix, and bake them just right..."

"And even the slightest miscalculation, and the wrong ingredient..."

"Will completely ruin the result!" they finished in unison.

They glanced at each other for a moment and then burst out in laughter. A bit later, they finished their snacks and laid back on the grass.

"Thanks for that, Coffee Jelly Cookie. I really enjoyed that," Prune Juice Cookie said.

"Anytime!" Coffee Jelly Cookie said.