#werewolf raspberry

[bellatheinkdemon]

Dark Choco harem

(But in all seriousness, why does he have so many ships?)

[eviesrandomstuff]

I still don't get why some people still follow this Cookie Run artist....

They whitewash cookies

And most importantly.......

WTF DID THEY DO TO FETTUCCINE

[artforinfinity]

Reblogs very appreciated <3

Happy first ever aromantic awareness day!

These aren't even all the cookies who I hc to be arospec heheheh

If you want some elaboration on my full sexuality headcanons I'll leave em under the cut

Affogato: gay, aromantic

Pink Choco: lesbian, aromantic

Space Donut: aromantic

Croissant and Timekeeper: greyaromantic, biromantic, asexual

Millennial Tree: aroace

Werewolf: gay, aromantic

String Gummy: aroace

Black Pearl: demisexual, demiromantic, lesbian

Raspberry Mousse: bisexual, greyaromantic

Pomegranate: lesbian, aromantic

Dark Fondue: aromantic, bisexual

Stardust: aroace

Golden Cheese: aroace

Cherry Blossom: lesbian, aromantic

Clotted Cream: aroace

(RIP Financier, Pastry, Amber Sugar, Candlewax, Crowberry, Longan, Roguefort, Pure Vanilla, and like so many more who didn't fit on the page 😭😭😭)

[theknucklehead]

Strawberry Shortcake and friends celebrating Halloween.

[jimmerzz0905]

(REBLOGGING IS ALLOWED, BUT PLEASE DO NOT STEAL OR CLAIM MY ART AS YOURS) some more hc designs I forgot to post

[sakuragozen-345]

Cookies sing war songs

[desiredcaramellatte]

Hi hi! Could you do raspberry cookie headcanons with a s/o whose like werewolf cookie in the fact they can transform into a werewolf and is kinda really scared that their gonna accidentally hurt her?

You’re so real for this anon

Raspberry x Werewolf Reader

Raspberry is not scared easily. When she first saw you as a werewolf she was kinda like huh. Dog. Cool.

She both loves and hates the fact that you’re very careful around her. Like yeah she understands it’s sweet and everything but it’s a little demeaning to her. She wants you to know she can stand up for herself!

She will wrestle with you if you ever allow it. She likes playing little games with you too, or having arm wrestling contests or just generally exercising with you.

Raspberry is really into yoga and no one can tell me otherwise. She’s probably gonna drag you into it to. She’s also likely to drag other knights like her cousin or Madeleine into it as well. Be prepared to have an entire yoga class every Friday.

Will fight and defend your honor should it ever be questioned. No joke, if someone insults you or calls you a derogatory term for werewolves then this woman is ready to kill. Maybe not kill. But she’s ready to prove anyone wrong who believes so, through words or actions.

She really likes fluffy things. Expect lots of pets and fur ruffles in your werewolf form. She’ll also help trim the floof if it gets too long or gets in the way.

Overall any type of physical affection is something that Raspberry Cookie loves. She doesn’t care if you have claws or teeth or anything similar, she just craves affection from you!

[sugarcreambiteskingdom]

Name: Dew Pop Cookie

Rarity: Super Epic

Gender: She/They

Sexuality: Genderfluid, Bisexual and Ace

Type: Bomber

Position: Middle

Weapon: Battle Axe

Bonds: Twizzly Gummy Cookie, Black Pearl Cookie, Devil Cookie, Blackberry Cookie, Black Lemonade Cookie, Captain Caviar Cookie, Crunchy Chip Cookie, Wild Berry Cookie, Tea Knight Cookie, Mala Sauce Cookie, Raspberry Cookie, Lilac Cookie, Ninja Cookie, Red Velvet Cookie, Pastry Cookie, Strawberry Crepe Cookie, Black Raisin Cookie, Rye Cookie, Purple Yam Cookie, Werewolf Cookie, Capsaicin Cookie, Pitaya Cookie Dragon, Fire Spit Cookie, Hollyberry Cookie

Likes: Soda(Mountain Dew), Milk Chocolate, Peace and Quiet, Guitar Playing, Cake Monsters, The Rain, Acid, Playing with the 5 Beasts, Sweets, Sugar, Salt, Dad...?

Dislikes: Loud, Mom, Dark Chocolate, Black Coffee, Spider,

Ability Name: Leave Me Alone!

Ability Info: Smash her battle axe on the ground and creates cracks in front of them that has Hot Green Soda(Acid) To Come out of the ground like an after effect of shaking a soda or putting mint inside of it

[vinesparts1]

[foggymud]

Just my cooks taking a stroll

Nothing weird too find here

[softpawpup]

werewolf caregiver things !!

nibbles your fingers during playtime

loves doing finger painting

cuddles you loads

super super clingy to you

doesnt like bathtime but knows you need it

pretty laidback, but can get stern

buys you night lights all the time

likes taking you for walks

loves setting up play dates for you with their pack

keeps their nails dull, tries to be super gentle

lets you brush their fur and play with their tail

blows raspberries on your tummy

likes to play with your hair

likes watching spooky stuff with you

keeps the bed full of plushies and blankies

[wildfairies]

✧*̥˚ wildmelon cas game *̥˚✧

i've been seeing lots of oc challenges on pinterest recently, so i wanted to make a cas game that doubles as a little personality quiz! i'm sorry if your real favorite is missing from a category, just go ahead and choose your favorite out of the options provided :) things like skin tone and gender identity are up to you/the occult type! the entire challenge is typed below the cut in case the image is too hard to read for anyone ♡

✧*̥˚ here's my sim! (she's a spellcaster btw, i have a december birthday ♡) tag me and show me the sim you make! *̥˚✧

species: your birth month

january/february: human march/april: alien may/june: plant sim july/august: werewolf september/october: vampire november/december: spellcaster

hair length: your sociability

if you’re an introvert: long hair if you’re an extrovert: short hair if you’re an ambivert: medium hair

hair color: your favorite fruit

banana: blonde hair strawberry: red hair blueberry: brown hair apple: black hair kiwi: green hair watermelon: pink hair mango: blue hair raspberry: purple hair

eye color: your favorite season

winter: blue spring: green autumn: brown or hazel summer: grey

extras: your favorite subject(s)

history: add freckles english: add tattoos math: add beauty marks foreign language: add eye bags art: add colorful eyeshadow science: add piercings

clothing color: your ideal pet

dog: red cat: black lizard: green snake: orange guinea pig: neutrals hamster: pink fish: blue horse: yellow

[quibbs126]

Sorry, I just wanted to add in with all the ships I have with him

He has the most ships

Now you understand my suffering

(If you need context, these are all the Cookies that people have requested for fankids that have Dark Choco involved)

[coffeedrinkeryeg]

Halloween Tickles

Pick your poison, my darlings. I have a choice for you. This Halloween season, you can either have:

1: A Vampire-Style ler, who would show up at midnight and seduce you with everything you could want. Lovely romance, luxurious gifts, and delicious food. But it's all just a play to get you to lower your guard. You know it's coming, and eventually, their thirst gets too high and they embrace you. Locking their lips over your neck, they start raspberrying you over and over and over again. They drain your strength from your body. You fall to the floor, limp, unable to fight back, and your ler just goes animalistic. Tickling you alllll over with their long and sharp nails, while maintaining those evil lips on your neck...

2: A Werewolf-Style ler. They'd relentlessly chase you down, making a game out of your fear. Besides tickling, they get a kick out of just seeing you squirm and shake with fear & anticipation. They wrestle you down to the ground and scribble away at your most sensitive spots with their devious fingers. Always looking for an opportunity to nibble, they love slipping underneath your shirt to attach their jaws to your ribs and tummy. It's so visceral, raw, and attractive... The way they just dominate you with raw strength and playfully mock you for it. All the while you're laughing yourself to tears.

3: A Zombie-Style ler. These are the lers who take it slow and gentle. Delicate and lovingly... These lers will torture you with evil anticipation and a big silly smile on their face. They lower their lips to your tummy for a raspberry but at an awfully slow pace. You're practically begging for them to hurry up and tickle you already! Your laughter starts because that anticipation is just killer. They mix in those adorable smoochy kisses into their tickles and smile to themselves when you snort, squeak, or just be cute in general. These lers will walk towards you, knowing you'll crumble just by making eye contact. And oh how fucking hot it is... When you scramble away so desperately on your hands and knees, too flustered to stand up, but they just drag you back to them; Intending to eat you right up, and svaour all of your giggles.

[regency-monster-love]

Part 1 of Colin and Susannah | Next chapter | Master post

Male werewolf x female human | Regency era | SFW but slightly suggestive | autumn fluff

~ 🐺🎩 ~

“I do so love autumn leaves.” Susannah bent to pick one up, a crimson red brighter than fresh blood, and twirled the stem of it between her slender fingers. “I will never tire of their vibrant colors.”

“That’s fitting, for I believe you’re a painter, are you not?” Colin asked her.

Her face brightened with a mixture of surprise and pleasure. “Indeed I am. But I don’t recall telling you so. How did you know?”

“More than once when we have met, I have smelt paint upon you.” She lifted her hands to peer at her fingers, as if the paint were still upon them, and he smiled. “I do not smell any now, but even if you had washed off all visible traces of it, I might still be able to detect that it was recently there. Werewolves have a very keen sense of smell.”

Ah yes. Sometimes it was easy for her to forget that Mr. Barrington was a werewolf. Her eyes roved over his face, so perfectly human and normal, save for his golden eyes that seemed almost to glow. She wondered what he looked like in his wolf form, but did not feel they were acquainted well enough to ask such a thing. “Even in your human form?”

“My senses are a bit dulled in this form, but very little. Even like this, I can smell that you used rosewater in your hair, and you ate raspberry preserves with your breakfast.”

Her cheeks flushed a pretty pink over her freckles, and she reached up to wipe at the corners of her mouth. The werewolf chuckled. “Don’t worry, Miss Oakden, there is no jam still on you; I simply can smell it.”

Her eyes widened. He was the first werewolf she had ever been personally acquainted with, and she found him endlessly fascinating. Thankfully, he was always patient with her questions, never acting offended by them or mocking her ignorance. “That’s remarkable! How can you smell it if it is gone?”

He shrugged. “I don’t pretend to understand the science behind it. It is simply an innate skill I possess. I can smell many things I cannot see.”

For instance, he could smell that she was his mate.

He did not mention this out loud. She would not understand; as a human, he knew she could not smell mating bonds, as his kind could, nor even feel the bond beyond the faintest vague sensation. He did not wish her to think he only cared for her due to the bond, when in reality, it was his admiration of her as a person that had caused the bond to form, not some higher power dictating his feelings. Even though she must feel at least some degree of affection for him as well, in order to enable the start of that bond, she might not realize her own feelings yet, and he did not want to distress, frighten, or confuse her.

He could smell her matehood even now, intangible yet so very real, thick and sweet in the space between them as they walked beside each other along the garden path of her parents’ estate. It urged him to stay close to her and protect her. It urged him to touch her, lick her, mount her, bite her—to make her his.

But he kept his hands clasped behind his back and a respectable distance between them as they slowly strolled the grounds, colorful leaves rustling under their feet. He could wait to have her, while he courted her in the manner of a gentleman, as she would expect. He would earn her love the way a human man would.

And once he had it, he would claim her the way a werewolf male would.

~ 🐺🎩 ~

End of part 1 of Colin and Susannah | Read next chapter

Read all of my Regency monster ficlets and snippets at the tag #my writing.

[glittering-moonlillie]

Media Frenzy (Damian Wayne x Civilian! Reader)

Summary: A bad photographer takes a picture of Robin returning home from patrol...only to find him making out with some girl?? Who is this girl, anyway?

Warnings: Slightly suggestive but not that bad.

Word Count: 2370

This was requested by a lovely anon! I hope you like it!

Two years. It has been two years since Damian had met you, and one year and 2 months since he asked to court you. Damian was never really sure what kind of girl he wanted, never considered it a priority on his ever growing to-do list. He thought that between helping Gotham, maintaining his grades in college (not like that was ever hard), attending to his family's needs, socializing with friends - he would be able to envision the type of girl he dreamed of having. 

Girls came and went but none were able to sweep him off his feet like you had; the goofy girl with the sweetest smile and the prettiest jeweled eyes, reflecting the birth and beauty of a compressed universe that threatened to explode with the intensity of it all in a matter of seconds. You were a ray of absolute sunbeams that continued to sucker punch him whenever he walked past, effectively taking his breath away and forcing the blood to swim its way to his face.

It took him eight months to summon the courage to ask you out on a date since bravery seemed to be yet another thing you giddily snatched from him, and surprisingly you said yes. Even more surprising, you continued to stick around him and confess to the same indulgent feeling he was drowning in. You were like the sweet raspberry to his decadent dark chocolate. While both were inherently good on their own, they were better paired together. 

It took him a few more months after that to reveal his secret identity as Robin, thus revealing his whole family’s night time activities. He knew that it was risky, knew the plethora of mishappenings that could occur  once he told you, but he hoped and trusted that you would love him with the same passion despite all the doubts and concerns raised by his father. Besides, you were already becoming suspicious of his sudden disappearances during the night and he was tired of you assuming he was a vampire or werewolf. 

The diamond encrusted stare you gave him upon being told blew him away with the vigor of a fierce storm. It was a look of pure awe, of pure adoration, one of which he had never been the recipient of and it had sent waves of shivers through his body. 

“You risk your life everyday just to protect this city?” You had whispered in a tone that resembled disbelief. It was the type of tone that he would have to lean in and make a conscious effort to hear. “That is the coolest thing ever, I am so proud of you.”

Those words echoed in his mind during patrol ever since. Of course, Damian never was the type to need reassurance since he was increasingly confident in his skills, but somehow his heart held onto your words with a steel grip. 

Every night, Damian would visit you after patrol after your insistence that you wouldn’t be able to sleep until you knew he was not severely hurt. Although Damian was opposed to you staying up late, at the end of the day he could never deny you. 

The night was like any other and the lack of crime surprisingly bored Damian. Hours stretched on longer than he liked and the only thing that prevented him from passing out mid-swing was your grinning face washing away any bouts of negativity consuming him. A familiar warmth spread throughout his body as he spotted your frame leaning against the balcony of your apartment, head tilted towards the glittering constellations as if you could translate the secrets of the vast sky. 

He couldn’t be bothered to look up at the sky - how could he? No galaxy or universe could contain the beauty of your radiance, the brightest star intricately carved into his soul. 

Then your eyes met the moment he landed on the balcony and the intensity of the gaze made him falter, allowing him to become alarmed when you tackled him. “You’re here earlier! Did you miss me that much?”

Your laughter filled the air and he would have sworn his heart stopped at that exact moment. It always did, really. He wrapped his arms around your smaller body. “Is it wrong of me to miss the love of my life?” He asked indignantly. 

He noticed the way you shivered as you nuzzled into the crook of his neck. “You know I don’t like it when you are out in the cold waiting for me like this, Habibti. I would rather see you in bed where you are warm.” 

“I know, but the stars are so pretty.” You looked up at him, a smirk plastered from ear to ear. “Buuuut~ if you wanted to see me in bed so badly you could have just asked, Dami.”

Jesus Christ, you were going to be the end of him. 

You were so impossibly attractive, managing to make him uncomfortable in the most heavenly way possible. Like a quagmire, you threatened to effortlessly consume him whole. He pressed you closer to him so he could kiss you properly, hands tangling in each other's hair. When you slightly parted your lips, he didn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss, choosing to nibble on your bottom lip until you mewled, back slightly arching. Breath became secondary to the fireworks erupting in his core every time your lips connected, dissipating the moment you broke away. 

The two of you were fully enraptured by each other that time generously and quickly reprieved, allowing Damian to engrave this perfect moment and the events after into his mind. 

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You woke up to the sound of the sweetly tuned alarm, sitting up with a heavy groan, rubbing the crust away from your eyes. By your side was a shirtless Damian raveled up in the mess of blankets, and for a moment you were able to enjoy the lack of tension in his face; it was pleasant to see him so calm for once. You were able to appreciate the sharp edges of his jaw and the pointed arrow of his cupid’s bow, the way his lips were tugged in a subtle smile. It was hilarious how a man with such sharp features ended up being the hugest softy you knew. 

It wasn’t often that you woke up before your boyfriend, so you were about to seize the opportunity to pepper him with kisses until he woke, only for the buzzing of your phone to tug you out of your thoughts. Usually you would have ignored the text message or notification, but your phone kept buzzing to the point where it almost became a singular buzz. 

Worried of the possibility that something horrible was occurring, you frantically grasped your phone to see what was going on. Your eyes widened. There was an onslaught of messages on just about every messaging app you ever downloaded - discord, instagram, even a few on apps that were long defunct - from anyone you had ever talked to. As you scrolled further and further down the notifications, you found a single commonality between all of them. 

You decided to open up the messages from your mother first and you were immediately confronted with a blurry picture that you assumed she had taken on her TV tuned to the local news station, she never was the type to be tech savvy anyhow. Squinting your eyes, you could barely make out your form standing on the balcony, lip locked with the ever famous Protector of Gotham. Last night - dear god - it was a picture from last night. 

Below the message, along with all the other messages you received, you were asked: Are you and Robin dating?!?? and How the hell did you manage to seduce the man?!?!

A deep scarlet creeped up your face as you read more of the messages. You had never been under the blinding spotlight of Gotham’s scrutinizing gaze, and already the pressure seemed a little too much to bear. Damian was a private man and it took a while to understand his insistence on keeping the relationship private, but despite seeing that privacy was a luxury in his family, you wouldn’t lie and say that the specific aspect did not haunt your foulest of dreams. 

The picture must have been taken from a reporter who followed Robin and immediately sold the picture to make a quick buck, and now you were scrambling to find a way to explain to your beloved family how you knew this mystery man without revealing to them that you are in a relationship with a billionaire’s son. 

Damian must have sensed your embarrassment since he began to shuffle around in bed until his eyes slowly peered back at you. The way he stared at you with those intense forest eyes…it made you squirm in your seat from the sheer devotion.

“Habibti…darling…what’s wrong?” He pulled himself up, muscles straining against his tanned skin, and as his arms curled around your torso, you breathed in the faint scent of parchment and amber. 

“My…my family is wondering how I was able to seduce Robin.” You aired out a light, awkward, chuckle as you showed him the crappy photo. 

Damian’s eyes twisted in confusion (so long for his peacefulness), traveling down to look at the photo. There was a duality with Damian and with situations such as these, you were never sure if he would act upon his arrogance or his underlying worry to be perfect. Judging from the way his lips twisted into a smirk, though, told you that his arrogance was in charge. 

Before you could utter any form of protest, Damian snatched the phone away from your grasp, beginning to scroll through the countless messages and posts. “I don’t see what the matter is, Beloved.”

“Y-you don’t see the problem?” You squeaked. “Dami, my family and friend’s now assume I am in a relationship with Robin! What am I supposed to say?”

“That you are in a relationship with Robin, obviously.” He flashed his iconic grin, eyes narrowed to thin leaves. “Are you not?”

It was almost impossible to speak when Damian stared at you so intensely, like you were his breath, like you were his heartbeat. “I-I am…but I don’t love Robin as much as I love you.”

All the air left your lungs. You didn’t mean to expose yourself to him like that, to say something so completely disrespectful. Your hand covered your mouth, and, for a moment, you closed your eyes and waited for the regret to wash away. Damian’s hand cupped your cheek hesitantly, forcing you to look at him. The smirk faded away, replaced with a tenderness that tugged on the chords of your heart. 

“Whatever do you mean, Habibti?” His tone alluded to him being more curious than annoyed, more flustered than upset, more soft than rigid. 

“I mean, it’s no secret that you have numerous personas. You jump from being Robin to Damian Wayne to whoever else people want you to be.” You mumbled with a smile, cupping his smooth face in your hands. “But Dami, my Dami? I love him the most because he is the most true. He is perfectly imperfect and impossibly and frustratingly mine.”

You pecked his nose, noticing the way it twitched slightly. “You trusted me enough to become vulnerable with me…that’s why I love Dami the most.”

As you pulled away, you could see the rose color dusted on your boyfriend’s face, a look of disbelief etched into his features. There was a brief pause, silence echoing throughout the room that was temporarily broken with the persistent buzzing of your phone. Damian looked down at the phone again, and smiled. No - he grinned. 

It had been a while since you got him to grin like that. It was the type of smile that could make thousands throw themselves onto their knees, the type of smile that vanquished the darkness lying hidden in the crevices of one’s heart, a smile that rivaled a moth’s love for flame. 

“I don’t think anyone…has said that to me before.” He turned his gaze to the floor, the tips of his ears flushed a bright red. “I love you, Habibti…I…I am afraid my words are failing me…”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his flustered state. Reaching for his hand once more, you went in to kiss him properly. 

“I am yours, Damian. I hope you remember that.” You whispered softly after you pulled away. 

Any softness Damian showed in that moment quickly disappeared as his casual smirk reappeared. “I’m quite certain I won’t forget now, seeing as our little makeout session is plastered everywhere.” 

Blankets were shuffled around and within a few seconds, Damian was suddenly on top of you and painting splotches of red on your neck. His hair tickled against your nose, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to laugh or mewl. 

“I wonder what people would think if you walked around with my marks on your neck…” He husked. “Perhaps they would stop looking at you as if you weren’t taken.”

“Damian, they don’t know I am taken. They don’t know I am yours.” You reasoned, his mouth now latched onto the more sensitive side of your neck, nipping occasionally.

His stupidly talented hands began to trail down your thighs. “Then perhaps I should show them that you are mine. Maybe I should drag us to the window and take you right there.”

Words died on your tongue as his fingers began to play around with the waistband of your pajama shorts, teasingly lifting it only to have it snap back to your skin. All the while, his lips continued worshiping your now tender skin, drawing out a half-baked string of words from your muddled mind. 

“I bet you’d like that, hm? For people to know how pretty you sing for me?” Damian pulled away from your neck, his eyes now gazing into yours while awaiting a response. Yet, you could think of none. You were left breathless and wanting, eagerly and desperately trying to fill the void he created. 

“Not going to answer me, beloved?” His finger trailed down your exposed skin. “Then perhaps I should make you talk to me, hmm?”

Ahh, I'm sorry this request took so long. I hope you like it though! I had trouble writing it at first, but I really liked how it turned out in the end <3 <3 <3