#yandere burning spice cookie

[yanderecookierunkingdom]

Hihi there! Very new anon here with ur blog, but i absolutely adore your writing!

If you're up to the request, may I ask for a Yandere!Reader Cookie with the Five Fallen Heroes, or simply just Shadow Milk Cookie? Reader Cookie can be a Fallen Hero (either they escaped from confinement or were never sealed) as well if it helps make things easier!

I hope you're having a good day/night!

Ooh, this is neat!!

You were once a Hero, just like them. Radiant and loved, worshipped by all. You were Sparkling Joy Cookie, and by the Witches did you live up to it.

But the adoration.. the power.. it got to your head, just like it did with the others.

You were considered the most "lenient" of the Fallen Heroes, letting Cookies live in exchange for their undying love and worship.

Using this, you would often give gifts to your fellow Fallen Heroes, charming them and endearing them to you. It was cute to you, how they all thought they were in control.

Sometimes, you just wanted to scoop them all up and put them in a nice cage, merely for you to admire!

When your Creators, the Witches, turned their backs on your friends, you were the only one to escape. Your rage was palpable, your screams and threats of violence echoing throughout Beast-Yeast as you fled.

Many years later, you had unearthed many secrets and tricks, including changing your body size. No longer a giant, you were a slightly taller than average Cookie.

You joined a flourishing kingdom, but it was all a part of your plan to get back to Beast-Yeast and take back what was rightfully yours..

Soon, that opportunity came.

The seal swirled and howled as familiar magic and eyes appeared. You grinned widely despite everyone's fears, your Soul Jam beginning to shine in tandem with the pulsing of the seals magic.

As a familiar head and arms busted through, you rushed forward, magic warping and changing your body. Soon, you stood at the height you did all that time ago, and you pulled Shadow Milk Cookie out of the seal.

You shared a grin with him, ignoring the horror of the Cookies below.

"I promised to come back, didn't I?"

[mostholystuffz]

kiss kiss 💋

Inspired from @brittle-doughie’s post ❤️💙 (i lovee love binging on em brittle answers especially the beasts gang)

[lovesickletters]

A little idea that’s been playing on my mind recently is yandere SACRAU… (for those uninitiated, an AU where the characters are self aware that they are in a game, and also simultaneously aware of the player, who they sometimes see as a godlike entity, invisibly guiding them).

Shadow Milk Cookie taking centre stage during his update, trying to keep all your attention on him, him, him as he throws himself at the oven doors, whining about when it will be his turn. His relentless tirade against the only entrance into your kingdom did little other than chip away at his soulstone, shards that either flew out through the grate or he slipped under the door as peace offerings. Surely if he got enough through, he would be able to reassemble on the other side?

Mystic Flour Cookie and Burning Spice trying their hardest to resist incinerating him on the spot after their own lackluster time in the spotlight. It’s not fair, why did that self-centred clown get to hog the stage (and your attention), when their own time had felt like a fleeting dream? Why did he, out of any of the cookies there, deserve to be gifted more of an opportunity than they?

And then Shadow Milk’s fervour quickly turning to rage as the gears begin to click into place, the resources you had saved for Pure Vanilla Cookie’s awakening striking true, as that irritating, blonde fool extends a hand to push open the oven doors with little resistance, only slamming shut when Shadow Milk tries his luck. There’s a smug sense of self-satisfaction that Mystic Flour and Burning Spice can’t help but feel at his simmering frustration. Better luck next time?

[brittle-doughie]

I’ll Take You V1 (I’ll Miss You Alt)

Some things are not fated to last, but trying to push closer only makes love farther out of reach. Results can be fatal.

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Five Cookies were baked by the Witches, radiant beings graced with wisdom and power unparalleled. The Five were destined to reshape the tempestuous world and usher in a new age of peace and prosperity for all.

Seeing as how the Five were unlike most Cookies, they could live on for far longer, the Witches have decided to bake one more Cookie. A Cookie that wasn’t as strong or held great power like them, but rather…as a companion for any of the Five to cherish and love dearly.

The love blossomed into something more that could be considered as forever happiness…

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You’ve always looked up to the Fount of Knowledge to know many aspects of this world like the back of his hand! However, all of the knowledge in the world wouldn’t compare to the joys he would have spending time with you!

He likes to spend his time in the Spire of All Knowledge cuddled up next to you as he reads books with you, showing you the many wonders of Earthbread! He always kept the stories interesting with his mannerisms and funny way of speaking, you’re never bored when he reads.

He makes sure to always leave time away from writing in scrolls and books to have moments with you, why would he keep his cutie patootie waiting on him! The texts could wait, snuggling up to you by his tower window was much more preferable to him!

“Man, you always tell such fascinating tales, my fair Fount! It almost makes me feel dull in comparison!”

“Oh, don’t let those little words come out of your mouth again! You are way more fascinating than any of the books I have! I can write whole books on their own on what you’re just oh so great to me!”

“Oh stop, you’re just saying things.”

“Far from it, my little Cookie~ It’s the honest truth~”

The two of you share a laugh as you look out the spire window, leaning on each other…

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The Herald of Change always had that bit of a grumpy side to him when it came to getting him out of his temple to come look at the new civilizations and kingdoms being created everyday.

Everything was the same to him no matter the result, but he could never say no to your requests to visit these civilizations. Your enthusiasm to see what could possibly be different was pretty infectious, encouraging him to go with you in these visits.

He was quite the protective one too, insisting that in return of going with you, you are to stick by his side as you two walked. He makes sure of that by having one of his arms around your waist, he behaves himself but will shoot a glare anyone getting too close.

“Look at that spring the townspeople made, my Herald! Look at the flowers blooming from the water and the creatures that inhabit in and around it, isn’t it wonderful?”

“It’s remarkable, but it’s nothing new to me. I’ve seen many springs like this before, they come and go eventually. Just like the many civilizations we’ve visited today, there’s so much more that I can get done by now!”

“The destination may be the same, but the journey doesn’t have to. It can be different compared to another, so many different ways Cookies behave and act, environment changing with many different plants and creatures. Tell me just one thing that you wouldn’t want to change.”

The Herald, looking down at the ground, slowly formed a smile as he softly laughed, turning his gaze to look at you. One of his arms going around you to hold you close to him.

“I’d say….”

“It would be us that I would never want to change.”

“Aw….”

The two of you hold onto each other close as you both looked on at the lively spring.

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The Seeker of Volition was immensely patient and considerate of you, shaping and changing her realm to make you as comfortable as you can be. She knows things around the Ivory Pagoda may not too interesting or extravagant, but that was alright with you. So long as you were with her.

Her displays of affection were pretty subtle that no Cookie that visited her would’ve suspected that you and her had something close and in a way, it made it more special to her. The gentle hand holding, the way she caressed your cheek as she spoke to you, it was small yet held so much love that she shared with you.

She’s always wondered why you never asked for a wish from her, with how many Cookies that visited her wanting that exact thing. Well, you didn’t really want to wish for anything, the Seeker was enough for you. Being able to stand by her side like this was a wish come true. She didn’t understand your refusal for a wish, but…it touched her that she was enough for you.

“After all the Cookies that have come to me for a wish, I did not think you wouldn’t be one of them. Is there not anything you want wish for?”

“Oh, Seeker. We’ve been through this, ehe. I do not want a wish, I have all that I need here at the Ivory Pagoda. As long as there’s this, I’m happy.”

“You are? After spending all of your time here at the Ivory Pagoda with me, you must have some sort of wish you want granted. Please, say the word. I shall fulfill it to the best of my abilities.”

“Well….”

“Yes?”

“I wish to take a walk around the Pagoda with you. Just the two of us.”

The Seeker was not expecting such a simple and mundane wish, she would’ve seen it as a waste if it came from any other Cookie, but…

To hear it from you…it made giggle softly with a smile.

“Hm…hehe, very well. I shall grant you your wish, my dearest Cookie.”

The two of you hold hands as you leave out the doors to her Pagoda, intending to enjoy a peaceful walk together…

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But could that happiness really last forever?

As time went on, it felt the Cookies you once held dear to you had changed, no longer being the Cookies you once loved. It was as if the power they held was slowly warping their minds and ideals into something more twisted and dark.

“But we both know it’s ever too good to happen.”

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The Fount could never be truly honest with you, always masking his words that tinged with deceit, always making a game of things. Even the books and text he’d were how you remembered…

“Fount, this..isn’t how the story went the last time I’ve heard about it…”

“Oh, that boring ol’ story? I helped myself to make a few changes that really added to the pizzazz of it all, don’t you think?”

“But that never happened! It’s a complete fabrication! Real Cookies have gone through those events, I feel like we shouldn’t tarnish that to make it “interesting.”

“Oh my! I’m hurt! I just wanted to make it more good! Oh well, I’m sure those Cookies wouldn’t mind, right? Come on, let’s read another, shall we?”

“N-no, I don’t want to read another. I’ll just..be in my room.”

“Hey! Where you going?! I swear the details on the next one are accurate! Mostly! Maybe!”

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The Herald never could see how you see the many locations and civilizations you two see, always groaning and muttering that it was boring to him. It had gotten to the point where he ignored you and remain sat on his seat in the temple.

“What do you mean you’re not going?”

“I mean it. You say that all these places would be different in their own ways, but it’s all been the same! It bores me when I have to go through the same thing over and over again!”

“I-I promise that I’ll keep your interest piqued with this one-“

“NO!”

He destroyed a nearby table with a single hit.

“You can go on without me from now on. I have no reason to endure something so boring as another town visit…”

“R-right, okay, I’ll just…go.”

You hastily leave as the Herald looked at his fist that broke the table, he realized something as a large grin on his face formed…

“That…felt good….”

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The Seeker didn’t feel like herself anymore with the coldness and apathy she now radiated. She didn’t push you away when trying to be close like old times, but she didn’t really reciprocate your affections like she would back then. It felt like..she didn’t love you all that much anymore.

“Where you going?”

“I must return to the Ivory Pagoda in order to continue my pursuit of becoming a Leavened One.”

“I know this Leavened One status is important to you, but…wouldn’t that mean I won’t get to see you much anymore. I can’t bear that…”

“Oh, Y/N Cookie…”

She caressed your cheek, but it didn’t feel right. There was no sense of love placed into it, as if she only did it to calm you down by reminding you of the past.

“You should know that I hold this opportunity dear to me, but it does not mean I value you any less, it is meaningless to worry. I must go.”

“What about my wish to spend the day together…?”

“You should also know that not every basic wish will be granted. I am sorry…”

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Regardless, it felt like you were kicked to the curb as you walked outside during the night.

You were not happy. You look up at the sky, wondering if your Creator was looking down at you too.

You ask them how could things go so wrong. What purpose could you have now that the Cookies you were made for weren’t themselves anymore? Were they even the same Cookies at this rate?

You ask…what could you do…?

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…

You look down, only now noticing a nearly invisible string flowing in the air, red in color as it looked like it came from your chest. You reached up to hold it and in doing so, the string was seemingly cut and it floats away into the sky…

That…oddly felt liberating. You looked at your hands and realized that..you did have meaning outside of your purpose. There was a whole world out there that you could now explore! Many things to see and Cookies to meet!

You felt rejuvenated and head off to rest for tonight. Tomorrow, you’ll be a new Cookie!

Surely, the “Virtues” wouldn’t mind if you were gone for a little while, right?

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…

But you weren’t the only one who felt a change after that string was cut…

The spire trembled.

The temple shook.

The cocoon violently spasmed.

Their occupants having felt the full effects…

The Fount suddenly tore the book they were “changing” as he keeled over, clutching his chest where his heart was…he felt…empty.

The Herald started a rampage in his temple, the pain in his chest fueling his anger and muddied despair as he destroyed everything…he felt…lost.

The Seeker, once settled in her cocoon, was now clutching her head with both her hands as she lets out silent screams of anguish, the pain in her chest amidst a void of white too great to ignore…she felt…voided.

One by one, they fall….

They’d find you, and they’ll take you….

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You were just about to carry on in your boat out of the continent when a sheep wandered to you.

“Oh hello, little sheep. You lost your way from your herd?”

“Baaaaa….”

“Why are you looking down? Come on, look at me…”

The sheep suddenly jolted up to look you, it looked furious as it’s eyes glowed shades of blue.

“BAAAAAA!”

“What?!”

The sheep poofed into blue smoke, and in its place was now a very angry Cookie.

“My Fount?!”

“ERRR! WRONG! Now let me ask you a question. WHY DID YOU LEAVE?!”

Shadow Milk Cookie had found you right as you were about to leave Beast-Yeast.

“I’m sorry, my Fount. But…I can’t do this anymore. You are no longer the Cookie I know and loved. You lie to me, you twist things so badly, I can’t even tell what’s true and what’s not.”

“I do not lie to you! I never could! You weren’t supposed to leave me behind! You were supposed to stick to me like glue for as long as the two of us lived!”

“We all change, Fount. That includes you and me.”

“Is that it?! Are you just going to walk away from EONS worth of our time together all for my new change of style?!”

“You are NOT going anywhere! You are coming back with me to that Spire and we are going to adore and be mushy to each other like always!”

“I’m going, Fount. I’ve made my decision…”

“Oh…hehe….ehehehe~!”

“What? What are you laughing for-“

Your movements are stopped, you are horrified to see blue strings wrapped tightly around your arm. You try to free yourself, but you found that all your limbs were wrapped in strings too. You pulled into his arms as he giggled menacingly to you, a shadow over his eyes.

“Oh, you silly little thing~ I never would’ve expected you to lie to ME! My brand new style doesn’t mean my heart went out the window! If you can’t accept how deceit seeps into the very cracks of this world, then…”

He leans in real close to your face, whispering in a chilling voice…

“I’ll just have to take you, cutie~ Ehehehe~”

You were never seen again…

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You were having a peaceful time in the civilization you were staying at, enjoying a nice meal provided by the locals when…

“AAAAAH! Run for your lives!”

“He’s destroying everything in his path, watch out!”

“ARGH! It hurts!”

The screams of Cookies in the distance alerted you to turn around from where you were sitting to see Cookies running away from something.

And their screams weren’t the only ones you were hearing.

“COME OUT TO ME, LITTLE COOKIE! I KNOW YOU’RE HERE SOMEWHERE!”

The Herald(?!) shouted in anger as he was breaking and bashing through anything in his path up ahead.

Cookies that were in his way were simply hit back with enough force to send them into walls or sliding back on the ground, he didn’t give them any time to move.

“Ah! Please! Show mercy!”

“Mercy?! There IS no mercy for you WORMS!”

The Cookie on the ground from an earlier attack tried to get up, but groaned in pain as Burning Spice Cookie slowly raised his weapon, the Cookie covers their face to brace for impact.

“STOP!”

Burning Spice Cookie immediately stops to look in the direction of your shout and locking eyes with you, he heads for you.

“Please, don’t hurt any more Cookies!”

“So…you’ve been here all along, spending time amidst these ANTS! The tide of Change will sweep through all, leaving everyone here as nothing but dust in the wind!”

“Have you NO IDEA how long I’ve looked for to find you when you didn’t come back the temple?!”

“To not see you by my side for DAYS?!”

“I know you’re mad, but please, you don’t have to do this! I’ll..I’ll come back with you…”

“Will you now…? I must be sure!”

“What are you-“

Your talk was stopped when he grips your shoulders and brought you to a rough kiss that left you coughing spice when he pulled away.

“Hahaha! Yes! I remember this feeling now! I expect you to stay in the temple with me, for as long as we live! I promise not to break you too easily, ahahaha!”

You felt conflicted as you were dragged with him back to the temple. He’d never let you go as easily again…

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You say farewell to a close friend of yours as you head inside your home. You were ready to turn in for the night as you offed the lights, it was particularly foggy tonight, so you chose to keep things closed up before you turned in for tonight.

You close your eyes and drift off to sleep..or at least, you tried to before you hear a slight creak in your room. You sit up and look, only to see a pair of slit pupils staring right back at you in the darkness in the room.

Neither of you move….

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…

“I may give nothing for your loyalty, but to see you offer your mind and soul to another, right after I had been free from my cocoon…you will learn that it was pointless to try and leave me…”

“My Seeker?!”

She barely gives you time to let the realization sink in before she rushed forward to hold your cheeks in her hands, lifting you up effortlessly to bring you face to face with her as she looks down at you. Her eyes wide open and pitch black, her slit pupils bearing down on yours.

She was as expressionless as ever, but her eyes told you everything you needed to know that she was mad. You felt weak, dough turning pale..

“I never forgot our bond, the years upon years that we shared…my rise to the Leavened One should not have been a path I walked alone…”

“Why are you saying..?”

“I should’ve shared my feelings with you, to show you that everything will be futile in the end. Just like your intentions to leave me as just a thought…”

“No, you don’t have to…”

“THIS is my wish. To have you see what I see, to feel how I feel. About everything, about you…”

“No, please…”

“I promise…I promise to not have us walk alone anymore…”

Everything was a blur as she took you away from your home, up the stairs; and back to the Ivory Pagoda. The last of the outside world forever a distant memory as the cocoon wrapped up once more, Mystic Flour clutching you close to her body.

Together in a world of white, that is what she always wished for…

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“I loved you

Even though I loved you

I’ll treat you like this

Like the traitor you are

Return my feelings

I loved you

Even though I loved you

Forever”

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[rollingeevee]

Guys I was reading a fanfic and suddenly I had a thought and my brain RAN WITH IT so… TAKE THIS

Beasts bite. They sink their claws and teeth into what they deem is theirs. And in terms of other cookies, it is no different. The bite of a Beast forms a tether that can only be severed by the Beast who put it there. It always dully aches, a pain low enough that one can grow accustomed to it, but one that always sharpens if its victim needs a reminder of who they belong to. The bite of each Beast feels different in how it reminds its holders

For Shadow Milk, the bite oozes magic that feels like the coils of a snake; cold, constricting, and possessive. They make it harder to think, harder to fight, harder to breathe…

For Mystic Flour, the bite feels like a paralyzing venom that makes one’s body heavy and numb until movement feels impossible

For Burning Spice, the bite seethes and burns just beneath the skin, as though their body is aflame, though no fire is present

For Eternal Sugar, the bite pulses with an aura meant to lure one into a false sense of security and almost like… it wishes to lull them to sleep

For Silent Salt, the bite radiates an oppressive pressure that makes it hard even to speak, let alone cry out for help, before striking with sharp and painful stabs

The bite of a Beast marks its prey, and reminds them that, no matter how far they run, their Beast will always find them, guided by the bond they forced with their bite.

[cookies-after-dark]

not horny (i know, shocking) but in my head smilk can purr and he uses it to comfort the reader and pv whenever they feel sad/distressed

(this could be used in darker/horny contexts, like smilk purring while cuddling the reader after a more extreme sex scene or (in a yandere context) smilk purring on a distressed pv while assuring him that they'll get their darling soon)

I'm typing this in huge text because anon I want you to know you directly targeted a very soft vulnerable part of my soul that activated my brain because you just said the best thing that's ever been said.

I am a HUUUUUUUUGE 'all the beasts can make animalistic vocalizations for different purposes' advocate because they're essentially animalistic eldritch monsters. And also I love characters that can purr so I am 900% projecting onto them.

I even made personal purring sounds for each of them (the beasts that we've seen so far. as of writing this):

Mystic Flour Cookie has that purr that you can feel more than hear. Kind of like an accurate T-rex roar, but less terrifying. It's extremely hard to pick up by the regular ear, but you'll know if she's purring if you can feel it reverberating. It's a very soothing feeling when you lay up against her chest.

Burning Spice Cookie has a purr that's deep and rich, something that stutters like a struggling motorcycle engine. Whenever he opens his mouth, it sounds more like the bellow of an alligator, a vicious sound. Many cookies mistake this for him growling (until they ACTUALLY hear him growl. Terrifying shit)

Shadow Milk Cookie has a purr that has little trills and other things mixed in with it. It sounds more breathy, like through his nose rather than his throat and chest, you can hear him huff and snort sometimes if he's super duper happy. It's adorable to hear little a "mRrRrr!" in there every few seconds.

Big big fan of purring, growling, snorting, hissing, clicking, chirping Beast Cookies. They're really fucked up little animals to me. I want to see Shadow Milk Cookie curled up into a ball like a cat at the foot of your bead. I need to see Burning Spice loafing. Let Mystic Flour Cookie perch on all fours on a high countertop.

[eternalsugars]

HIIHIHIIHIHIHIIIII

Could you PLS PLS PLS make hc or a one shot of yandere!burning spice cookie x y/n cookie??

I’m not really that creative BUT maybe bsc is obsessed with them because y/n is completely the opposite of him and he wants to try new things, like finally being overprotective over something after all those years.. idk if that may help you 😭🙏

♡ 𖦹 Overprotective Yandere! Burning Spice Cookie x Reader 𖦹 ♡

꒰ SORRY IF THIS IS NOT EXACTLY ACCURATE I TRIED MY BEST!!!꒱

❥ Genre: Yandere, Obsessive love, Opposites Attract !

❥ CW: Possessiveness, Stalking, Implied Violence, Psychological Obsession.

❥ Synopsis: Burning Spice Cookie, once the Herald of Change turned Great Destroyer, becomes obsessively protective over Y/N Cookie, whose gentle nature contrasts sharply with his own.

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♡ Once celebrated as the Herald of Change, Burning Spice Cookie grew disillusioned with the endless cycle of kingdoms rising and falling. Embracing destruction, he became known as the Great Destroyer, finding purpose in chaos.

♡ Then, he encounters you… Y/N Cookie. Gentle, serene, and a symbol of peace. Your very essence is the antithesis of his fiery chaos, and that captivates him.

♡ He becomes fixated, watching over you from the shadows, ensuring no harm befalls you. This protective instinct is foreign to him, a stark contrast to his destructive nature.

♡ His obsession manifests in overprotectiveness. He eliminates perceived threats with ruthless efficiency, ensuring your safety at all costs.

♡ You begin to notice his constant presence, the lingering scent of smoke and spice. Gifts, slightly singed but thoughtful, appear at your doorstep… silent tokens of his devotion.

♡ When he finally reveals himself, his intensity is overwhelming. His eyes burn with an unyielding flame, voice a deep rumble as he declares, “You are mine to protect. No one will harm you as long as I exist.”

♡ His duality is evident. To the world, he’s a harbinger of destruction; to you, a guardian willing to burn down anything that poses a threat.

♡ While his protection stems from obsession, there’s a genuine desire to shield you from the world’s chaos.. a world he often contributes to.

♡ Navigating this relationship is a delicate balance. His love is consuming, his protection suffocating, yet there’s an undeniable allure to his unwavering devotion.

♡ In his arms, you feel the heat of a thousand suns, a reminder that while he may be a beast of destruction, for you, he’s willing to be a shield against all else.

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❥ He embodies chaos; you, tranquility.

❥ He destroys; you heal.

❥ Yet, in his eyes, this contrast binds you together in an unbreakable bond.

𖦹 “I will protect you from everything,” he murmurs, “even if it means protecting you from myself.” 𖦹

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i apologise.. i know this is very short but um I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!!

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might remake this later! and make it longer

[a-998h]

hello could you maybe do a platonic yandere burning spice?

TRIGGER WARNING FOR IMPLIED MURDER AND KIDNAPPING!

Now, let's say that Burning Spice Cookie had a child before he became corrupted

Once he fell the witches though it would be best to give the child to a cookie who could raise them

Cut to his release from the tree he learns that 1.his child is still alive and 2.They're in the care of a cookie in one of the deserts many tribes

The fact that you're alive fills his burning soul with happiness but now he's pissed because now your with some random cookie

So, once he's gained his strength back fully and became worshiped feared by the tribes in the desert he was ready to get you back

He storms the tribe because they refuse to bow to him

Once he finds your "parents" he sends Nutmeg Tiger Cookie to "interrogate" them and bring you to him

He's so excited to have you in his arms again

But, you don't remember your father because it's been centuries

This makes him really angry, but he calms down because he has a plan to make you remember

Now as a platonic yandere he is a possessive, manipulative, obsessive type

You're treated like royalty by his subordinates and subjects

He does give you your own room in the temple, but it is right next to his with a connecting door

Demands you call him father

Cuddles you in his big arms, all the time

Sees you as a soft, tiny, easily breakable cookie

Dresses you in clothes that are the cuter versions of his style of clothing

You have a group of cookies assigned to protect you when he can't

Knows how to care for your hair

Calls you things like "little cookie", "wildfire", and "(lovingly) brat"

Spoils you rotten

Demands you be treated as a mini god yourself

If anyone tries to take you they join the desert storms

Has you by his side everywhere in the temple

*Random cookie*: G-Great Destroyer, I have news from the front...

*Burning Spice Cookie*: Be quick, you're interrupting my time with my little wildfire.

*Y/N Cookie*: (nervous whisper while stuck in Burning Spice Cookie's arms) Take me with you.

^ this is a regular occurrence in the temple

Yeah, some of those under him do feel bad for you but not so much as to risk their lives

You will be taught some self defense things but not so you get too strong that you don't need him anymore

Gives you bedtime stories about how he "heroically" defeated the evil cookies of the outside world and Golden Cheese Kingdom

Part of his plan is painting him in the best possible light for you and anyone who tries to break that delusion is quickly removed from your presence

Loves having you nap on his chest

Also carries you on his shoulders

Overall, you're the only thing he loves defeat and after he's become the Great Destroyer and he'll be damned if anyone tries to take you from him

[umbrella-show]

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞

I know I've been doing a lot of Shadow Milk stuff but I wanna give Burning spice cookie some love for a moment bc hes so cool ❤

The clang of clashing metal filled the open space. You swung your axe repeatedly in a frenzy, desperate to at least graze the dough of the Beast of destruction. Yet, he dogged every single one of your sloppy swings with ease. Trained onto the way you haphazardly swung the smaller axe over and over again, his eyes were narrow. Not in concentration, but in an expression of disappointment. Sweat dripped down your forehead as you stumbled forward in exhaustion, but continued to attempt to attack him. His axe met yours halfway, and with ease, he hit your axe out of your hands. The axe flew out of your hands and lodged into one of the nearby red stone pillars. A spice servant just so happened to be walking past and was nearly impaled by the weapon as it landed inches away from their head. They quickly scurried away, not sticking around to find out if there were any more flying axes that would pose a threat.

With no weapon and no way to defend yourself, you helplessly looked up at the Beast cookie. You heavily panted, your adrenaline immediately dissipating and the exhaustion causing your body to tremble. You began to finally recognize the overwhelming heat present in the training room from the natural environment of the dessert you were in. His sharp glare sent shivers down your spine and you found yourself freezing on the spot. His silence was greatly unnerving. He wasn’t known to be quiet in the slightest. Yet, he was staring down at you with a prominent scowl.

“That was pathetic.”

Burning Spice cooke spat out, his low and harsh tone making you flinch. You said nothing and only continued to look up at him. His towering stance caused you to shrink further, desperately wishing you could disappear and escape his disappointed gaze. You feared he would dispose of you. Reduce you into crumbs. Your gaze wandered to his own axe, practically as tall as him. One swing of that and you would be crumbs, and your dust would be left to travel into the air and join the rest of the spices who had fallen to the Great Destroyer's hands.

“Yet, I know you are capable of much more. That spark. That flame in your eyes. I have not forgotten it.”

His voice was gruff as he lectured you, making sure to look directly in your eyes. He was searching for something. Probably that so-called ‘spark’ he claimed he had once seen. You didn’t know what he meant by that. He soon continued, resting his battle axe over his shoulder.

“Fanning that flame, it will grow into an inferno that can scorch the most impenetrable civilizations and can snuff out the strongest of flames with a single blow.”

A faint smile pulled at his lips, revealing more of his sharp yellow teeth. The sight intimidated you greatly and made your feet shuffle underneath you. He didn’t seem to care about you uncomfort, his smile only growing as he seemed to be thinking deeply.

“Yes. You shall get there, in time. We will continue later. Retrieve the axe.”

Burning Spice cookie left the training room without another word. You hobbled over the axe stuck into the stone pillar. Gripping the handle, you heaved with all the strength you had left to pull it out. It remained lodged in the stone.

You only continued to stubbornly tug at the small axe. However, no matter how hard you tried, it didn’t budge. It wasn’t like you were at your full strength, you thought as you continued to pull. You had just spent a while overexerting yourself in your fierce training with the Beast cookie. You still persisted, leaning almost your whole weight back as you pulled.

Burning Spice cookie returned with a ceramic bowl in his hand. He noticed your difficulty in reattaining the axe in the pillar, and sighed in annoyance. He placed the bowl on the floor and strided over to your struggling form. At his arrival, you got the hint and stepped away from the axe and let him handle the work. With one swift tug of the handle, the axe was released from the wall. He called for a spice servant, demanding they sharpen the small weapon. Cowering, they quickly fled to fulfill his orders. 

Burning Spice cookie ordered you to follow him to the bowl, sitting on the floor with crossed legs and prompting you to do the same. In the bowl, you saw some fruit. Mostly berries hanging on short, thin vines, though you could see some cantaloupe mixed in as well. You glanced at the appetizing looking fruit before looking at him. He looked at you expectantly. After a few seconds of silence, with an annoyed sigh, Burning spice cookie took one of the cantaloupes and dropped it into your hands.

“Eat,” he impatiently demanded. “In order to train harder, you need sustenance.”

You eagerly obliged, and began tearing into the cantaloupe with fervour. You didn’t realize how starving you were until you had taken that first, juicy, delicious bite and continuously ate more. You ravenously ate everything in the bowl, the juices of the cantaloupe and berries messily staining your mouth. You finished the bowl in a matter of minutes.

Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you took a moment to close your eyes and relax for just a few seconds. Of course, you could never fully be at ease, as you could feel Burning Spice cookie’s judgmental stare at your sudden tranquility. Yet, he gave you a full minute to decompress before grunting impatiently and getting up from the ground.You soon followed after you opened your eyes to his expectant glare.

“You may not rest. Rest can wait until you’ve reached your full potential.”

Before you could ask what he wanted you to do next, he suddenly turned his back to you, began walking, and ordered you to follow. Wordlessly, you walked behind him, your face displaying a visible expression of confusion and shock when he led you out of the temple and into the desert. Your attention averted to him as he muttered in a low voice. You were unsure it was directed at you or if he was speaking to himself.

“Now, let us do a new type of training.”

The wind kicked up spice into your face. Covering your eyes with your arms, you didn’t dare to open them in the middle of the Spice storm. Taking a step forward, you forced your body to move against the wind and further into the storm.

“How is this part of training-?!”

You coughed violently as you felt your throat burn from the specks of spice you accidentally swallowed. Burning Spice cookie stood, unbothered, in the hazardous storm. In fact, he smiled and laughed without a care as he watched you struggle. He stood in front of you at a distance, monitoring your every step. With crossed arms, he surveyed, entertained, at your scared expression and difficulty adjusting. He was waiting for you to reach him. Yet, you knew he could easily continue forward and leave you behind if he chose too, considering his calmness in such a hazardous storm.

“You need to get accustomed to the weather. That is part of your training. You must be prepared to fight in any conditions. Even in the eye of a Spice Storm.”

You took another step forward, leaning your weight forward to prevent the wind from pushing you back. You caught a glance at Burning Spice cookie through your blurred vision. He was still there, you confirmed. Watching you. You could still feel his piercing glare through the wind. 

“Keep going.” He yelled, his hair widely whipping around him. “Ignite that spark. Fan the flame!”

A grunt left your throat, forcing your body forward. Step after step, your pace quickened. You continued to cough, but you ignored that and pushed forward. You came closer and closer to him. He seemed absolutely delighted by this, thoroughly entertained. He egged you on.

“Yes! YES! Keep going! FAN THE FLAME!!!”

“I-I can’t!”

“DO IT!!!”

Tears brimmed in your eyes as you compelled your body to continue. Step after step took incredible effort, but the fear of being swept away by the storm if you faltered for even a second compelled you to heed Burning Spice cookie’s orders. You shrieked as you felt the wind fiercely rush past you, your hair flying into your face. You pushed and pushed forward. You were only a few feet away from him. 

He held a wide, toothy smirk as you inched closer. He could see it! That spark of determination began to grow into a powerful flame the more you continued forward. Your body trembled in exhaustion, but your eyes held that familiar look of determination. 

That same look he had seen when you had gotten yourself between Golden Cheese cookie and him. The way you looked up at him, with pure anger and furry. Despite how fearful of him you obviously were, he could see it clearly through your body language. It was completely unwise to stand up to him so boldly. He knew you knew fully well he could easily crush you. Yet, you had tried to push him away, pathetically hitting your fist against his firm chest in an attempt to protect your dear friend. Pathetic and foolish, he had thought, and he returned your pointless punches with a blow of his own. Of course, you had flown back and were sent tumbling across the ground. The dough on your side and arm has slightly cracked, making it painful to move. Golden Cheese cookie had called out your name in utter horror at your condition.

Burning Spice cookie found satisfaction in her pain. Staining one of her most precious treasures with his destructive hands. His satisfaction, however, was unmatched to the pleasure he felt when he demanded her to fight him. The thrill he would experience by bringing about destruction to her precious treasures, and then her in the end, would be unmatched to anyone he had ever rivaled. 

Yet, a sudden harsh poke at his back had caused him to look over and see you. You had hurled a stone at his back, your trembling form attempting to stand up straight and tall with difficulty. What really caught his attention, however, was your expression of complete and utter rage. Your jam was boiling, he could see it clear as day. Your eyes had held a mix of emotions, all burning inside you to create a powerful inferno that dared to rival his. You glared at him in pure and utter rage. He only stared back, momentarily stunned, before a wide smile came across his face. You, he had realized, could make you a worthy opponent.

After he had captured Golden Cheese cookie, he immediately began to train you as he waited for her to recover. Not only would it pass the time while he waited, but he could simultaneously still get some entertainment by pushing you to your limits and beginning to forcefully drill his teachings into your mind. He was going to mold you into the perfect soldier with brute force. He could see you were capable of being a worthy opponent. In fact, it seemed he was succeeding as he watched you persist through the storm. He could already see a part of himself in you. That passion in your eyes, he felt, could almost match his own. Almost. It would eventually get there if he continued training you. And he planned to do just that.

Once you had reached him, he wordlessly picked you up, slung you over his shoulder and calmly walked out of the Spice storm. The armor of his shoulder dug into your abdomen uncomfortably. 

“With enough training, you’ll be able to FIGHT in a Spice storm with no issue.”

You could feel the wind calm over time as you walked further and further from the Spice Storm and towards the temple. You were completely exhausted, yet, you knew he wouldn’t let you rest. He repeated to you, as your eyes drifted from closing to opening, that rest could only come when you were pushed to your very limits. You silently forced your eyes to stay open. You dared not disobey him. The last thing you wanted was to die like this, by his hands. You needed to stay strong and wait until Golden Cheese cookie came back. You prayed to the witches, that she would.

You stood in the middle of the now abandoned temple you had trained in. The temple was annihilated. You did your best not to step on all of the ruble and broken pots, as well as the crumbs littering the floor. In the chaos of it all, the small metal axe you were familiar with was laying on the ground, under a large piece of the crimson rock. Slowly, you grasped the handle and lifted the axe to your face. The metal showed evident signs of use, some dents present from the training that you hand endured. Dust covered the metal weapon. Unconsciously, you wiped the metal with your hands, revealing your blurry reflection on the clearer surface. You examined your eyes through the reflection. Your dough held a few scratches, but over all, not much damage was physically done to you. You assumed even the Beast of Destructions knew to limit his power when training you, as he could easily crumble you or leave some nasty scars had he not been so mindful. You realized some of the remaining crimson dust made your eyes look redder on the metal. 

You let your arm fall to your side as soon as you heard the call of the golden goddess herself, stronger and greedier than ever. She impatiently yelled for you in a loud, prideful tone that was clearly heard in her voice. You shouted out a short response, your hand tightening around the handle of the weapon. You weren’t sure why, but you decided to take it with you. Letting go just felt.. wrong. In a way. You began to briskly walk to meet Golden Cheese cookie and Smoked Cheese cookie observing the destruction of the temple. They were eager to get back to the kingdom, and you couldn’t deny you felt the same way. 

With an unreadable expression, and a mix of complex emotions weighing heavily in your chest, you took one last long look at what remained of the temple. You turned away and departed with Golden Cheese cookie and Smoked Cheese cookie by your side. You had a feeling you’ll see Burning Spice cookie cookie again. When and where that meeting would take place, you were unsure. Yet, you were convinced that he would eventually hunt you down.

[mostholy]

Them comforting you:

[cuppajj]

yknow while I don’t subscribe to golden cheese x burning spice, I think Spice having an unrequited, toxic crush on cheese is a fun and scary angle

(yap below, tw for possessive/obsessive themes)

Spice wouldn’t have taken her seriously before and during BY 5 and 6, seeing her as little more than a thief with squandered potential that he just wants to see changed. She’s not supposed to be weak, he’s supposed to be a legitimate adversary. He’s bored, and she’s supposed to excite him! It’s why he’s mad when she gets her ass handed to him, and why he’s elated when he learns she escaped her birdcage. That burning anticipation for a reunion continues throughout the story, with Spice hunting her down for their (what he assumes) final fight, not wanting to waste any more moments without her in his sight. Sure, he believes he’ll kill her then and there, and go on to destroy everything she holds dear. It’s par for the course for all the heroes he’s seen and slain. She’s more special, a little different, but the same. It’s even looking like that when he finally tracks down and battles her, seeing the lost queen desperate and hanging on by a thread.

But then she puts up a fight. She defies his expectations. She turns into something more powerful than he could ever fathom and Spice isn’t even mad, he’s not horrified, he’s ecstatic. The most ecstatic he’s likely ever been in centuries to millennia. Finally, finally, Spice has something new. After a long and tired quest to make his life more interesting, he has it. And then the temple collapses on him, and his new light disappears. It’s not the end of the road for him, though, no. He laughs under the rubble. It’s clear he’s not given up, and he wants to see her again. He will see her again. He must see her again.

Spice never stops thinking of the day Cheese came back from the edge of death and teased him with power that he’s desperate to get a taste of. He wanted her to be entertaining, and he almost doubted her, but she proved to be it and more. She surprised him. She amused him. She, just like his addiction to destruction, provided an avenue to cure his boredom. His imagination runs wild with ideas of what she could do and how she could entertain him, his bird, just like she did back then. He wants to lock her up again and watch her plow through his underlings again. He could play other dangerous games just to see how she’d do. And he wants another fight, he wants to see her on the edge, but then what? What other surprise could she give him? She could find a way for him, or else he’ll just force her to find a way for him. Maybe her new wings could be torn off too, and she’ll once again crawl and struggle until she rises up stronger than ever. Because she’s full of those surprises, isn’t she? They can do this forever. As immortals, they have all the time in the world for each other.

I like to think that Spice isn’t fully aware of his feelings for her, but he’s aware of how she makes him feel. The thought of her and her power makes his jam boil and chest flare with tingling heat. Remembering her limp in his clutch makes his dough tingle with fervor. Maybe he notices that his breath hitches in the smallest way when he thinks of how she’s somewhere out there, waiting for him. It’s something not even destruction could make him feel, no, the little bird is above that. She makes him feel this way and he likes it. He wants more. Spice wants to keep her, plain and simple. He had her in his grasp once, and she ran away with the promise of more. He wants more. He wants it. He wants her. And maybe, if he takes away everyone she’s ever known and loved, she’ll have no one but him. His little bird, his to entertain him forever.

Cheese is absolutely none the wiser to this, and she’ll be in for a hell of a ride when their paths cross once more.

[yanderecookierunkingdom]

Six becomes Five

Next

Inspired by @brittle-doughie and his few works about the 5 Beasts! The ones were the reader being a part of their group caught my eye, so have this!

You were Compassion, brilliant, and beautiful. You aided the Cookies in their times of need, when they needed you most. Helping them up to their feet, using your powers to heal them, to soothe arguments. Your friends were once like that too.

Shadow Milk Cookie loved to put on plays for the Cookies, and have them join in. He'd always give you one of the main parts alongside him. It was only fair!

Burning Spice Cookie was always so valiant in defending them, with Silent Salt Cookie by his side. The two were nigh unstoppable, and with you near to always heal any wounds, they really were.

Eternal Sugar Cookie would often join you in aiding the common Cookies, always lounging on her cloud. She always made a spot for you, though. Mystic Flour Cookie would tag along too, going on and on about things seen. It always made you smile.

Until.. something changed.

You didn't notice it at first. It was subtle things, especially whenever you weren't around. Being cruel and hateful towards the Cookies, seeing them as lesser. For not having the power baked and blessed into you six.

You only saw it all too late when your comrades gleefully recounted all that they had done during one of your meetup sessions. You were briefly in shock before shakily congratulating them. You didn't want to anger them. You couldn't take all five of them at once in a fight..

However, you didn't need to wait long. Your Creators, the Witches, soon saw this and upon seeing you untouched by greed and corruption, asked for you help.

Mournfully, you agreed.

You called them all to the spot, saying you had a dance you wanted to show them. A special one, just for their eyes. It was difficult getting them in the exact spots, but once you did..

The Forks fell, trapping them one by one. You continued your dance until the sapling of the Silver Tree was planted, where you then bowed to them.

None of them could understand. Why would you betray them?

Why were you walking away?!

"COME BACK, YOU CAN'T LEAVE!"

For so long following that fateful day, you tried to stay there in Beast-Yeast, but it wasn't possible. Many of the remaining Cookies, that were the Faeire Cookies, couldn't bare to live there any longer.

So you said a mournful goodbye, and led the Cookies that wanted a new home to a new home. Crispia, you decided it would be called. Once many Cookies began to settle, you turned and left. You couldn't bare the thought of becoming like one of the Beasts, so you secluded yourself, changed yourself.

Your divine appearance, your name, everything. Once a Cookie representing Compassion, now you were a mere shadow of yourself. The only thing that stood constant was your Soul Jam, now a beautiful amulet around your neck instead of attached to your clothes.

It was the one thing you couldn't part with, no matter how hard you tried.

You rebuilt yourself. Made new friends, connections, loved ones.

Until the day came.

You had to return to that land to find White Lily Cookie. You didn't want to, but for the sake of the world, you had to.

Oh, it had all gone so terribly wrong. White Lily Cookie had awakened, you had your reunion with the Faeires, and then the Seal began to undo. Try as anyone might, it couldn't be resealed.

And from the rift.. came Shadow Milk Cookie.

Without a single thought, you put yourself between the group and him.

He opened his mouth to say something, but when he spotted you, his pupils went wide.

After so long of being trapped, hidden away by the seal and vines, Eternal Sugar Cookie's constant wailings about you being tricked, manipulated, or brainwashed had gotten to all the Beasts. It was the only explanation, it had to be.

And as Shadow Milk Cookie grins widely down at you, obession in his eyes, you swear to yourself.

You really shouldn't have come back to Beast-Yeast.

[mostholystuffz]

y/n’s silly little former comrades

Moments before disaster

[lovesickletters]

Yandere Shmilk and Spice for you lovely people in the fandom 💜💜💜

Again please don’t repost but feel free to use with credit~

[brittle-doughie]

Ok, so I ended up not going with this idea and leaned more into the feels/angst side of the concept in the final version of I’ll Take You.

But if you were ever curious…

Shadow Milk would’ve had you as a literal puppet, but your limbs would’ve been severely severed by the strings, practically dismembering you.

Burning Spice, in the midst of the fire and destruction in the civilization around him, would’ve been hugging your charred corpse close to him.

Mystic Flour would’ve openly turned your friend into flour in front of you before afflicting you with the ailment, dragging you with her to her cocoon as you slowly succumbed. The kicker was that she would turned herself into flour along with you in the cocoon. Together in death.

It didn’t matter what they had to do…

For they needed was you…

Is brittle perhaps teasing for a divorce version with the Beasts? 👀

Yep. And with the early ideas I have, it may or may not include dismemberment.

The Beasts ain’t playing.

Depends on if you want them to be particularly morbid. ;)

[rollingeevee]

Imagine their darling but they are more compliant and behaved around/adore their assistance like haetae, candy apple cookie, and nutmeg would they get jealous or nah?

Ooooooo~ For the Beasts we have so far, I can say this

Mystic Flour would not mind one bit. Cloud Haetae is helping to keep you compliant, and you seem to find genuine joy around them. Soon, that joy will be found when you’re around her when you realize your place. And with Cloud Haetae’s help, she’ll get that from you a lot faster. I also see Mystic Flour and Cloud Haetae having the healthiest relationship of all the Beasts and their assistants currently, and with Mystic Flour being the Beast of Apathy on top of that, jealousy is unlikely when it comes to Cloud Haetae.

Burning Spice would likely get jealous at first, until he gives it some thought… Nutmeg Tiger’s strength is closer to yours than his is. His strength is above everyone’s after all. Perhaps Nutmeg Tiger would be willing to help train you! Enhance your strength! So that when you do attempt escapes, he gets a better thrill from it! Nutmeg Tiger, ofc, is willing to do anything to please the Great Destroyer.

Shadow Milk I definitely see as the most jealous of the bunch currently. He’d probably get more jealous of Black Sapphire than Candy Apple, but both still make him jealous if you’re paying attention to them instead of him. He’s not subtle with his jealousy either. If you’re with Black Sapphire and/or Candy Apple in the Spire, soft growls and hisses of discontent can often be heard from the darkness that grow louder with the more time that passes. It’s not long after that that Shadow Milk will swoop in to snatch you up for some quality time with him, parting with you ensnared in his embrace and a quiet warning snarl to his minion. You’re his, after all, in case he hadn’t made that clear. You should be with him, not them! He might try to play it off to you, but if you’ve been around long enough, you’ll notice the signs fairly easily. His usual smile will be strained, his eyes just a bit more narrowed than normal, and his lips and eyelids will very subtly twitch every now and then. His minions pick up on this rather quickly and, to avoid his wrath, will either try to avoid you (Candy Apple’s typical method, as she gets jealous of the attention he gives you rather easily and has been punished in the past for trying to bring harm to you or help you escape) or guide your attention back to their master (Black Sapphire’s usual method), where it should be.