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y’all send starters or something i’m blanking out oof

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Why did you become detective? Did you wanted it from the beginning or maybe had a role model?

“When I was a young child, I loved watching movies and reading of mystery and thrillers. I was always good at puzzles and solving things, honestly it was all I was good at.” There was a dry chuckle from Waffle before she continued, “The career choice just came to me.”

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love and marble

“But that’s not important.” Waffle looked back from her blank stare into nothingness. “Love isn’t a concern of mine, but the first time I realized I loved someone... It hurt. It really, really hurt.”

The detective took a breath, recomposing herself, “With what is the most important thing in my life right now, it’s my job and ensuring everyone around me is safe.”

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aesthetic themed ask list

flower crown: when did you last sing to yourself?

fairy lights: if a crystal ball could tell you the truth about anything, what would you want to know?

daisies: what is the greatest accomplishment of your life?

1975: what is the first happy memory that comes to mind, recent or otherwise?

matte: if you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living?

black nail polish: do you have a bucket list? if so, what are the top three things?

pantone: describe a person close to your life in detail.

moodboard: do you feel you had a happy childhood?

stars: when did you last cry in front of another person?

plants: pick a person to stargaze with you and explain why you picked them.

converse: would you ever have a deep conversation with a stranger and open up to them?

lace: when was your last 3am conversation with someone, and who were they to you?

handwriting: if you were about to die, and you could only say one more sentence to one person, what would you say and to whom?

cactus: what is your opinion on brown eyes?

sunrise: pick a quote and describe what it means to you personally.

oil paints: what would you title the autobiography of your life so far?

overalls: what would you do with one billion dollars?

combat boots: are you a very forgiving person? do you like being this way?

winged eyeliner: write a hundred word letter to your twelve year old self.

pastel: would you describe yourself as more punk or pastel?

tattoos: how do you feel about tattoos and piercings? explain.

piercings: do you wear a lot of makeup? why/why not?

bands: talk about a song/band/lyric that has affected your life in some way.

messy bun: the world is listening. pick one sentence you would tell them.

cry baby: list the concerts you have been to and talk about how they make you feel.

grunge: who in the world would you most like to receive a letter from and what would you want it to say?

space: do you have a desk/workspace and how is it organised/not organised?

white bed sheets: what is your night time routine?

old books: what’s one thing you don’t want your parents to know?

beaches: if you had to dye your hair how would you dye/style it and why?

eyes: pick five people to go on an excursion with you. who would you pick and where would you go/what would you do?

11:11: name three wishes and why you wish for them.

painting: what is the best halloween costume you have ever put together? if none, make one up.

lightning: what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done while drunk or high?

thunder: what’s one thing you would never do for one million dollars?

storms: you on only listen to one song for the rest of your life, or only see one person for the rest of your life. which and why?

love: have you ever fallen in love? describe what it feels like to realise you’re in love.

clouds: if you’re a boy, would you ever rock black nail polish? if you’re a girl, would you ever rock really really short hair?

coffee: what’s your starbucks order, and who would you trust to order for you, if anyone?

marble: what is the most important thing to you in your life right now?

fin.

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“I see. So you’re simply in her debt?” Waffle took a final sip of her coffee, “Quite noble of you I must say. I have to go, I’m afraid.” She added quickly, standing up. 

Smiling at him while she gathered her things, the detective hummed, “It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Gothic. Perhaps we’ll meet again.” With a final wave she stepped out into the bustling slums she calls a home. 

☌ Cafe Conundrum

If she wasn’t home or at her office, Waffle was at the cafe. It wasn’t a nice cafe, nor did it bring memories or feelings. The detective simply lived nearby and it was almost always empty in the hours she came, give or take a few other regulars. She also likes the acorn coffee there, she’d never be able to brew something like that herself.

Waffle sat in the cafe, alone with a smile on her face. She enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere, the absolute quiet. She was using this time to read the paper and bask in the light from the window. Her home and office were shrouded with even the thinnest veil of darkness at all times, it was another reason to come back here: the best sun exposure within a five mile radius. 

She was startled out if her smile hearing the little bell ring, another cookie entered. Usually, she could care less about another person, but she couldn’t help but stare at them. She quickly averted her attention back down to her papers, lip in a tight line even as she sipped her coffee. 

The detective was once again startled as the cookie took a seat in front of her. Of all the places to sit, they sit in front of her? Strange. Once again, she stays silent, unable to look at them. 

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And I will make our world bloom again.

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“That’s classified, unfortunately.” She chuckled, tucking the papers away. Waffle was suspicious of why someone is so pushy on the subject, but the detective simply assumes anyone would take interest in the world of underground crime when given the chance to talk about it.

“That’s very nice though, she must be very sweet.” Waffle hummed, taking another sip of her coffee.

☌ Cafe Conundrum

If she wasn’t home or at her office, Waffle was at the cafe. It wasn’t a nice cafe, nor did it bring memories or feelings. The detective simply lived nearby and it was almost always empty in the hours she came, give or take a few other regulars. She also likes the acorn coffee there, she’d never be able to brew something like that herself.

Waffle sat in the cafe, alone with a smile on her face. She enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere, the absolute quiet. She was using this time to read the paper and bask in the light from the window. Her home and office were shrouded with even the thinnest veil of darkness at all times, it was another reason to come back here: the best sun exposure within a five mile radius. 

She was startled out if her smile hearing the little bell ring, another cookie entered. Usually, she could care less about another person, but she couldn’t help but stare at them. She quickly averted her attention back down to her papers, lip in a tight line even as she sipped her coffee. 

The detective was once again startled as the cookie took a seat in front of her. Of all the places to sit, they sit in front of her? Strange. Once again, she stays silent, unable to look at them. 

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“I see, for who?” She’s just always one to ask questions, one thought always leads to another, “Ah, these. They are in fact for a case. I have no doubt you’ve heard of the rise of organized crime. This is all under the case of a... Sugar Cookie.”

//sorry it took so long to reply!!

☌ Cafe Conundrum

If she wasn’t home or at her office, Waffle was at the cafe. It wasn’t a nice cafe, nor did it bring memories or feelings. The detective simply lived nearby and it was almost always empty in the hours she came, give or take a few other regulars. She also likes the acorn coffee there, she’d never be able to brew something like that herself.

Waffle sat in the cafe, alone with a smile on her face. She enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere, the absolute quiet. She was using this time to read the paper and bask in the light from the window. Her home and office were shrouded with even the thinnest veil of darkness at all times, it was another reason to come back here: the best sun exposure within a five mile radius. 

She was startled out if her smile hearing the little bell ring, another cookie entered. Usually, she could care less about another person, but she couldn’t help but stare at them. She quickly averted her attention back down to her papers, lip in a tight line even as she sipped her coffee. 

The detective was once again startled as the cookie took a seat in front of her. Of all the places to sit, they sit in front of her? Strange. Once again, she stays silent, unable to look at them. 

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heyo!! can cookie run roleplay blogs reblog this so i can follow them? fjdsklgjsdkljgl

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Waffle, for how long you are a detective? Tell us about one memorable case from your work

“I’ve been an investigator for a little under four years at this point, so just enough to have some experience in the field. As for your second question...” She chuckled, “I won’t go into complete details, but once, I worked with Chief on finding this whole gang of thieves maybe a year ago. They got pretty hectic sometimes, once they tried breaking into Wasabi’s lab. It was about... Twenty? Twenty-three people in total. It was a long stretched case, but we got them all eventually.” Long boy, but I hope this is all good lmao— Send more asks!! I like answering these things~

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Waffle knows a number of different languages in turn of being a detective! She can speak French and Spanish and can understand Korean. She likes to mess with people occasionally, translating them or simply listening to them talk and reacting herself. 

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Waffle, despite enjoying shadier places and dim lit rooms, hates the dark. She will almost always flinch in the face of a dark alley or closet and usually sleeps with her lamp on. She refuses to explain such fears, but puts the blame on the things she’s seen in her profession.

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((I’m looking for Cookie Run RP/ask blogs to follow and promo!))

((Go ahead and reblog this post to your cookie blog, or send me a promo post for me to reblog! I’m looking to fill my dash, find rp partners, etc. etc.!

I follow from @popfizzles!! ))

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[ Wanna find more cookie run blogs to follow [ and fall in love with ], OC and canon, so reblog this if your a cookie run blog, active or not so active is fine! ]

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Do this too cause I really need to develop Waffle more whoops-

send ✏ for a random headcanon!

bonus if you add a topic!!

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I can and will draw this for a few people wHOOPS THIS IS SO CUTE

I’ll also rp this in dms, I have some ideas and it’s still hella cute sorry

Send in “Get over here!” for your muse to protectively hug mine.

Alternatively, send in “WHOA!” for your muse to be pulled into a protective hug by mine.

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“Waffle.” She said, “Very nice to meet you, Oreo. And yes, it’s really nice here, I suppose.” Other than her own reasons, Waffle never really saw anything else in this cafe. It was just a stop for fresh air before going back home for another few days

☌ Cafe Conundrum

If she wasn’t home or at her office, Waffle was at the cafe. It wasn’t a nice cafe, nor did it bring memories or feelings. The detective simply lived nearby and it was almost always empty in the hours she came, give or take a few other regulars. She also likes the acorn coffee there, she’d never be able to brew something like that herself.

Waffle sat in the cafe, alone with a smile on her face. She enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere, the absolute quiet. She was using this time to read the paper and bask in the light from the window. Her home and office were shrouded with even the thinnest veil of darkness at all times, it was another reason to come back here: the best sun exposure within a five mile radius. 

She was startled out if her smile hearing the little bell ring, another cookie entered. Usually, she could care less about another person, but she couldn’t help but stare at them. She quickly averted her attention back down to her papers, lip in a tight line even as she sipped her coffee. 

The detective was once again startled as the cookie took a seat in front of her. Of all the places to sit, they sit in front of her? Strange. Once again, she stays silent, unable to look at them.