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Loved your mercy oh mercy fic, is anyway to continue it. Or other fic with all three them again. Keep up the good work 👍
HIHI
i might do a follow-up!! honestly i left it as is because i wasn't. exactly sure how i would want it to continue tbh, and as of rn i think it's fine as it, but i could definitely look into making a follow up or another thing with affogato, caramel, and dark cacao!
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would a guy notice you if you got a sword stuck in your stomach, asking for a friend any advice appreciated
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hello Tumblr. goodbye
JUST KIDDING summer break started up for me today so i'll be opening up my reqs soon! might do another... entire theme change again or something im indecisive
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been playing mad rat dead,,,,, it's a funny little raet game. mc is just a Bit Mad. just a smidge.
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DARK CHOCO COOKIE GENERAL YANDERE HEADCANNONS.
requested by: @t4m0raluvsme !! ty for requesting !!
reader is gender-neutral!!
tbh imo, for dark choco cookie to fall in love w you, he'd have to trust you like. a lot
my man went through some shit and needs therapy okay
when you first interact with him, dark choco cookie is cold and distant. don't forget about his terribly low self-esteem!! he thinks he simply doesn't deserve the friendship you're offering him.
however!! with each attempt to befriend him, he'll slowly start to trust you. and after a while, he falls in love with you.
your smiles, your determination, your... your everything! it's so charming to him, and he loves it so much.
for the first time in ages, dark choco cookie felt genuinely happy with another cookie. it's a feeling he never got to experience again after everything that happened to him, and he'll do his best to keep it with him, forever.
dark choco will be completely enamored with you, and since you're low-key the only person he trusts, the only person he wants to be with forever, you're definitely not gonna leave his side for a lil' while!!
you can't leave him. it's not a challenge or whatever, you just can't leave him. dark choco will, just like hollyberry, follow you around! either that or he'll just drag you with him.
which is why dark choco cookie doesn't stalk you. after all, you're almost always together!!!!
if he's in a good mood and you ask him nicely, you might get to go on his shoulders!!
dark choco cookie doesn't like it when you're talking to any cookie that isn't him. he feels as if you will leave him forever.
if you're not a cookie of darkness [meaning you live in the cookie kingdom], fighting against you will be the most painful thing ever. he hates hurting you, but dark enchantress cookie's influence on him is too powerful,,,
for the moment.
his love for you quickly becomes stronger than dark enchantress, and ultimately, he leaves her side to join you guys.
everybody's kinda surprised when they see this really tall, really dark-looking cookie just appearing in the kingdom
and everybody's even more surprised when they see you and dark choco hanging out together almost all of the time.
they're just “??????? why is that emo dude hanging out with [y/n]????”
would dark choco cookie kill for you? definitely.
this world is worthless,, you're the only thing that truly matters. he trusts no one but you, therefore he wouldn't feel remorseful after killing a cookie that was bothering him.
kidnapping??? kidnapping yes.
it doesn't matter if you also have feelings for him or not— at some point, if he feels like it'd be unsafe to stay in the cookie kingdom, he'd run away with you, whether you like it or not.
perhaps he'll go hide in the cookies of darkness' headquarters, begging dark enchantress to let you stay here.
or maybe he'll go back to the decrepit ruins of what once was the dark cacao kingdom, in the old castle that once truly felt like his home.
overall, dark choco cookie is very dangerous. you'll never leave him, and he won't hesitate to hurt anyone that would try to take you away. he doesn't care about anyone else; so long you're here, it's okay.
aaaaaaa we are done finally!!!!! man this was pretty hard to write but also p fun </3 i hope you liked those hcs!!!
want to request? click here before requesting please!
#cookie run#cookie run kingdom#yandere cookie run kingdom#HOUGH THIS IS SO WELL-WRITTEN I CANT BELIEVE I ONLY JUST CAME ACROSS IT#insane little man. i like him
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mercy, oh, mercy!
mercy, mercy! - yandere! dark cacao/affogato/caramel arrow cookie x reader
tags/CW’s/TW’S: yandere, subtle manipulation, paranoia (on reader’s part), drugging, solving cases ft.reader, PROBABALY OOC like. this is probabaly the most OOC thing honestly, feeling anxious and scared???? this like,, leads into the paranoia thing, reader uses they/them pronouns
please tell me if i left out any CW’S/TW’S!!!
A/N: hi i went perhaps. a bit Ludricous on this. a bit of shaky shaky. i have no idea what im saying either anyways HI this is incredibly self-indulgent concept. also writin this in hopes that dark cacao (that damned cookie.....) refuses to even show up. i just want the trio,,, pleas ur majesty,,,, (UPDATE I DID GET HIM)
anyways i hope u all will like this. caramel and affogato are like,,, more minor in this? theyre Absolutely There but orginally when i was writing it was just yandere dark cacao x reader but then i thought: add those other mfs in and so i did
word count: 5.3k ish! i think this may be one of my longest pieces as of now..
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Perhaps the weirdest part of your life now is the various tea parties that you host. They're enjoyable, you suppose- always a fun time around, whether it's not even a tea party at some points and had turned into a romp out in the forest. Which is also fun, and Caramel Arrow Cookie is very lovely to talk to about the various fauna and animals that seem to lurk in the snowing forest. It's almost always that, now- an sharp eyed look at you, stupidly determined to get you out of the castle you live in, hand stretched towards you.
And it's nice- it's sweet. It's lovely, because of the way she likes to spin you around, having confidence that she'll always be able to protect you which makes you laugh- "Am I the royal now? Do I need to be saved?" And she'll laugh, soft blush on her cheeks, and simply respond back that perhaps you are. "I'll always watch over you," is what the conversation had finished off on. You had disregarded the way your guts twisted at how darkly the sentence was said, the far-off look in her eyes, and simply shrugged to cover up the shiver that came over you.
"My protector, huh?"
And then she nodded, head bobbing up and down at an insane rate, and you laughed. (Your voice shook while you laughed- why are you so worked up over that, it was just a sentence-) She smiled, and then there was no far-off look in her eyes, no underlying intentions beneath her earnest behavior, her care, and everything was pushed back into place, into a forest that counts as one of your regular tea parties.
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There's never quite such a dull moment in your line of work- well, you think, lips thinning out as you thought about it more, perhaps there has. Particularly about now, would be a very dull moment. You stare at the very imposing figure that the certain cookie makes, as he sips his own tea carefully, not even chancing a glance at you. His raven colored locks are drifting in the light breeze that crams its way inside of your hosting room, eyes closed as he sips at the tea with a gusto that he'll (probably) have more interest in than you. Which is normal. Fine, really. The only thing that would be better would be that you even weren't here at all, and in your room. Not here, hosting a tea party with the Great King Of the Cacao Kingdom, Dark Cacao. You purse your lips, as you reach over for the teapot. It's still warm- the perfectly brewed Iron Goddess tea simpering in its resting place. You pour it in your teacup, the once cold cup regaining warmth. You let out a soft sigh, eyes narrowing at the cup of tea that warmed your hands. It swished around in the cup, the dark green swirling around in circles. You take another peek at his Majesty- he looks calm. Which is nice. Lovely. Which is also strange, because anyone who's lived in the Kingdom long enough knows that the King is always worried over something, with his eyebrows furrowed and mouth always in a straight line, eyes narrowed.
You take a deep breath in- and out it goes.
"Your Majesty," you say, leg bouncing on the carpet, "if I may be enlightened, why did you request a tea party with this Host?"
The King puts his own tea cup down on the saucer on the table, staying silent for a few moments.
He responds in a curt sentence- "My advisor and the First Watcher had recommended me to have a tea party with you. They say that you're quite.. Enjoyable, to be around. I decided to take them up on their recommendation."
You curse Affogato and Caramel Arrow Cookie in your head- oh, you'll absolutely have their heads after this, for making you suffer through this- and try for a reassuring smile.
"Well," you start off, "they are rather incorrect. They are very biased sorts of cookies- perhaps your Majesty knows of what I speak of."
You grit your teeth- they will not be having any sort of body when you see them again, that is for sure, how dare they betray you like this, your two most trusted friends- and reclined back in your Grand Throne. (Given the nickname from Caramel Arrow Cookie affectionately, and used by Affogato Cookie to poke fun at you. It's a regular chair- which is very comfy to fall asleep in and pass out for a few hours in.)
"Your Majesty, if I may be so bold, you needn't put up with this because Caramel Arrow and Affogato recommended me." The King raises a single eyebrow, mouth set back into the straight line that's famous all over the taverns and rowdy restaurants. He also, for some reason, relaxed into his own chair, leg crossed over the other. A very regal looking King if there ever was one. (And good-looking, you think, hiding a very quiet giggle behind a cleverly placed hand. The songs aren't wrong about the King's rugged handsomeness.)
He's quiet for some more moments, before plucking his tea cup up from his saucer. ".. You're not quite so bad company, Entertainer. They have reason to recommend you."
You're pretty sure you could try and argue whether you're a good host or not, but you're pretty sure from how the rumors go (and gossip heard from all your guests at your tea parties) that the Great King Of the Dark Cacao Kingdom isn't exactly good at conversation. So you drop the subject, and simply sip at your tea.
"Perhaps your Majesty would allow me to know what sorts of things he enjoys so that I may prepare better."
You absolutely could have done better with a warning advance, than the sudden way you saw him already in the room, sitting there and looking at the floor like it's committed a major slight to him. (And also to avoid the way how your body officially stopped for a few seconds, in pure shock.) And the King himself lets out a sigh- although it's not out of annoyance. (You hope that it's not out of annoyance.)
"..I enjoy hunting. I train diligently."
Is it. Is it acceptable to poke fun at the King? You mull over the question furiously, and swallow down your worrying thoughts. Because, in a way, that isn't supposed to be funny and was just accurate and provides a view into what the King enjoys, but in another way, it's kinda funny. Kinda. Perhaps, because it makes you chuckle at how the King of the Great Dark Cacao Kingdom only has two hobbies. You decided to forge on and continue onwards- and you let out a soft laugh.
"Your Majesty," you say, trying to contain the giggles that escape you, "that's very much only two hobbies. Do you not have anything else that interests you?"
The King looks off put at your laughter, eyebrows furrowing.
"I don't see why you laugh so, Entertainer." Ah. You say goodbye to your job.
You still laugh despite it, eyes crinkling. "Your Majesty, if I may act so crude and suggest something, perhaps we should get you some more hobbies."
At this, he looks even more confused. "..Like what?"
You slink back even further in your chair, deciding to go even more improper, propriety be damned. You cross your own legs, shoulders slack. "Chess would be a start. Any sort of board games- have you any interest in literature? Perhaps drawing would work."
The King stares at you for a few good seconds, before rolling his eyes. (You're absolutely sure that he didn't roll his eyes, but there's a thought in your head that says yes, he did.)
"...I do have an interest in literature, yes."
You clap your hands together- that's one way to start off, you suppose. "Wonderful!"
You launch off into a tirade, saying very many things about books with plots he might find interesting, about a warrior and his journey, mythology, and the King himself stays quiet. He adds a few of his opinions in there- not booming nor loud, just so clear and straight, despite the quietness of his voice- "That book wasn't a quite good read, or however way you speak of it, like it deserves every praise."
You stop yourself, eyebrow raising. "Oh? And why is that, your Majesty?"
The King finally looks at peace- or something that isn't anger or tiredness- as he responds.
"The way in which the main protagonist swung his swords were all wrong- if you were to try that, you'd find yourself covered in your own jam." You hum- "Perhaps so, but most people read stories for plot."
He rolled his eyes again (AGAIN, you're sure that that was a fluke and absolutely not real in any way possible, despite the feeling that paws at you saying, "yes, it's real!") and responded.
"The plot itself was nonsensical. The journey was simply an excuse for the main protagonist to end up with any cookie that would have him."
You were getting somewhere, you suppose. Perhaps Caramel Arrow and Affogato Cookie get to keep their lives for another day.
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It becomes a very strange occurrence, for hosting tea parties with the King himself. (Not to mention the First Watcher and the King's advisor.) See, another strange thing you've realized about the King is that he's... Extremely awkward. His entire aura always gives off the vibe of 'do not interact with me or you'll cry' except it's really more so that the King doesn't quite know how to respond to social cues. Years of focusing on training and how to fight does that to you, you think. But it's not hard, in another sort of way, to get him to talk more easily. It's either A. you make an absolutely heinous mistake about some form of fighting that he somehow knows how to fight in despite it being a lost to time and no longer practiced to the point that you're doubting him, and no, this absolutely is not a personal experience, of course not. Or B. he doesn't talk at all, and leaves you to just rant about all of the cookies you have to host. You remembered Affogato getting upset at the fact that the King of the Dark Cacao Kingdom is a better friend to gossip with about various sorts of cookies.
You had initially expected him to not be interested in that sort of stuff, but every King needs their own share of gossip and rumors every now and then, you muse. It's not like he talks or makes any sorts of opinions on it- he just leaves you to rant about what a certain cookie had done during one of your hosting parties.
"And then," you had recalled yourself saying, talking like a shark out for jam, "that weasel had the audacity to insult my tea-making skills! I'm the one who hosted the entire thing- at least be respectful! Utterly incorrigible, that cookie is."
The King himself nodded. Honestly, you have no idea how everyone in the palace is so scared of him. He quite literally said the other day that he has no idea how to laugh and apologized for it. He simply responded in a rather ominous manner- "I'll see to it that something will be done about it."
You remembered shrugging- "It's fine, your Majesty, however much of a rat that cookie is, I can handle. The weasel just won't be getting invited into any illustrious events held by the one-and-only Host!"
The King had narrowed his eyes. "..Refer to me using my name, instead of a title." You widen your eyes at that and let out a hm.
"If that's what your- I mean, what you wish for, Dark Cacao." You say it easily, like you've said it for your entire life. It rolls off your tongue easily, not being stuck or trapped there. You disregard that realization, and simply sip at your tea.
He nods accordingly, eyes softening. "..What was that one story of yours? About that cookie who ran out of your event?"
You had brightened up- "I swear to you I have the entirety of the divorce papers, Dark Cacao. I am not lying when I say that this ends in somecookie getting- well, perhaps acting in a very dishonourable way. It's sad, too, because I knew his wife personally and the poor cookie was all crying-"
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Sometimes, you realize that more people have distanced themselves from you. It's not your closest friends- Affogato and Caramel Arrow Cookie don't even notice when they come by, the former smiles snidely at that, says something that they finally have recognized that they don't deserve to be around with you, while Caramel had shrugged, uncaring. They never distance themselves from you- if anything, they seem to grow more clingier now that you don't have as much hosting duties. Affogato walks around an empty palace with you, goading you into letting you spill the latest rumors. Caramel Arrow Cookie simply tugs you around like always, carrying you like one would a bride around, jumping from wall to wall, grinning at you as you laughed and giggled.
And it's still strange, even if you push the realization out of the way. Affogato always has more and more comments, now, about the few that still do hang out with you- "Are you positively sure that they're good? If you were to ask me, darling, they seem absolutely unfit to be a friend of yours." Caramel Arrow Cookie simply gives a glare and her best bow to anyone that tries starting a conversation- "My apologies, my fellow cookie, but they have matters I need them to attend to rather urgently."
And you ignore that because, well, maybe they aren't that good for you like Affogato had pointed out, snidely whispering in your ear, and you did have stuff to do with Caramel at the moment. It's weird, and you know that it is, because you can take care of yourself, and you know that you're not some royal in need of saving like those fairy tales- But you sigh, and you ignore it.
It's alright, you think, as you sip at your tea.
Dark Cacao is still nice to hang out with, even if he is the literal King. He looks more comfortable with you, at the very least. You ignore the gazes that seem to follow the both of you everywhere, whenever he tries to take you out in the forest for a hunt, or even for a simple picnic. (You ignore the glares from him too, directed right back at them, his steps becoming more sure of themselves, banging throughout the castle.)
And maybe, you think, you shouldn't have ignored that feeling when it bubbled to the surface first, when you heard that one sentence by Caramel the first time. Or perhaps it was more than the first time- perhaps it was the third. The fourth, the sixth. Perhaps it was even more than that, and you ignored it like it was the only thing you could do.
Perhaps, you think, you shouldn't think of it anymore.
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If you were to describe the feeling of a hazy dream gone sick, fraught with agony and torture, you would have said that you're unsure. That you don't know. But you do. You know it like the feeling of doubt, guilt, know it like the feeling of being all alone and drowning- the feeling of something suffocating you. You think that it would have been more apt to call such a dream a nightmare- because is it no? Aren't nightmares just dreams that have gone sick, you wonder.
Perhaps not- because this is real. Real like the sinking feeling that churns inside of your dough body, real like the feeling of helplessness that hangs in the air. Dark Cacao sits in his throne, the court around him whispering loudly- he looks like the King, he looks regal and important and everything that is expected of him, and he does not look like the friend you've come to know. He does not look like he knows how to smile, he does not look like the cookie who you had gossiped with over tea, he does not look like someone you'd ever talk with so casually. Affogato Cookie is at the forefront- a sugary-sweet voice on the advisor, lips moving fast. Caramel is at Dark Cacao's side, the First Watcher ever so watching over everyone with narrowed eyes. The court does not assemble for small matters- the court of the Great Kingdom of Dark Cacao assembles for larger things. Larger than your job occupation, anyways.
So you stare, tucked in your little corner of the vast courtroom, hands clenched tight together.
It's the same cookie that you remember ragging on you for your tea. It's the same cookie that stands in front of a courtroom, whispers and glares and snickering abound. It's the same cookie who you didn't think about seriously other than some petty rage. It's the same cookie who looks like they'll lose everything.
Affogato continues on with his little speech, making little hand gestures. He fishes out a series of documents out of clothes- the fine black print on it makes you wince at it, trying to look closer. He points at the cookie, and smiles (and it is a smile full of bitterness, full of the concealed feeling that is anger), and he strains out each word, announcing his sentence to the court.
Caramel Arrow Cookie does not step in- she simply watches. Her hands on her horned bows, back and posture straight to the point that she looks more akin to a statue.
"You have been revealed to have been stealing from the Royal Coppers themselves- have you anything to say about that, hm? And it's been going on since the first party the Entertainer had held? How horrible."
He says it sweetly. Says it like that it was the greatest crime that anyone in the Kingdom has ever done. Says it like ice cream itself drips from each word, voice sonorous.
Dark Cacao looks on with a steel eye, mouth set in a straight line as he waits for Affogato to finish.
Affogato simply stares at the grovelling cookie, who sobs and sobs, crying, "I didn't do anything of the sort! Never, never would I do that to the great Kingdom of Dark Cacao-"
And Affogato simply huffs. "Still on about that? There's almost a strong mountain of evidence already mounted against you- your pitiful attempts to fool the court will do no good, you know."
He turns to Dark Cacao for his judgement- and Dark Cacao stares at the entire court, silencing it with all of its gossip and rumors with a single raised hand. He holds it for only a moment, as he tilts his head higher, hair swishing to the side.
"Take them to the Dungeon, First Watcher."
Caramel Arrow Cookie nods- and you swear that there's a hint of happiness in her eyes, you swear- and replies with an almost frighteningly calm tone of: "Yes, your Majesty." She walks over to the cookie, ponytail bouncing up and down, and it's only a simple matter of dragging the cookie out. They struggle- they plead out with cries of mercy, mercy, and for a swift moment, they lock eyes with you. Something churns and churns and screeches inside of you- it yells and it bangs on your chest like a live cakehound, it growls and hisses and begs for freedom and you ignore it like a lifeline. You swallow down your guilt and turn away- and something in their gaze goes fierce, because they thrash even harder in Caramel's grip, screeching. Caramel almost shoves the cookie to the ground, eyes glaring.
She whispers something, something so quiet that you don't hear, and the cookie stops. They go slack- they go dead, like a fish that has been set in land. Caramel continues her journey of dragging someone to the Dungeon, leaving the courtroom without much fuss. Each member of the court soon filed out- each whispering and gossiping like it'd be the star of each week after. Affogato simply walks out of another door, joined by Dark Cacao. You stare at them pass, before placing a leg out on the empty courtroom.
You peek out from your corner, dusting off your robe. You stare at the ground- no, what you stare at is the specific trail Caramel had dragged the cookie out. Something gleams in the middle of the floor, shining horribly bright in this freezing Kingdom. You walk closer to it, eyes widening in surprise- a fallen off topping. It's cheap looking, if said in the most basic way. It doesn't look like somecookie would have bought it if they had stolen money for as long as they had from the Royal Coppers. You glance around, before plucking it from the ground.
It's normal. It's not eye-catching. It does not suit the cookie, doesn't suit the image you've made up in your mind about them.
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You bite at your lips, hands trembling. They reach out for documents- reach out for a scroll clearly inked lately, letting out a stuttery sigh. You raise your head up- there's no one here, no one in the study. You steady yourself.
Affogato Cookie won't be back in a few hours. Caramel Arrow Cookie is busy at the border, searching for a snow lion that was recently spotted. Or so the tip had gone, when you had written the note and dropped it off at the Watcher's Quarters. All the maids and servants aren't here, won't be here for any time- Affogato doesn't enjoy them cleaning his room, even if he says that he has nothing to hide- and there's no guards. There's only you, a trusted cookie in the castle, hanging around in a politician's room. You grit your teeth- and finally grab the scroll. You look around, like a mouse, eyes narrowing. You leave the room quietly, shuffling about as you click the door closed, sighing softly.
You step back out in the hallway, wanting to run. You don't. You trace your hand along the wall, looking at the paintings that decorated almost each turn you made. You never noticed before- well. You did. You just never thought of how absolutely intimidating they are, never thought that they were for anything that wasn't used for decoration. There are paintings of landscapes, each splash of paint on the canvas like it was being ridiculed, as snow falls on a painted version of the Dark Cacao Kingdom. You stare at it for a few moments, and feel your hands tighten around the scroll.
The walk there is long. Long, back to your room. You'd usually be talking with Caramel or Affogato on the way back- ignoring their remarks about the other if together, enjoying their company if it was only one of them. Except there's no critiques or veiled insults or enjoyable stories and gossip. There's only you, a scroll in hand, walking down a long hallway.
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Perhaps the mystery of all cookie life is that it's best to ignore it. Easy. Nobody ever really thinks more about the Witches- the godly creators and whatnot, and worship them devoutly- because who wants to? Who wants to know so much about a subject so holy intimately? To know the secret of being made- well, you supposed, it'd be a one way ticket to blowing your mind. You've never entertained the question yourself- merely ever nodding thoughtfully when Affogato himself, eyes glazed over and staring at the mirror, asked you very softly. Didn't ask you in his usual tone, didn't say anything about a missing scroll. He'd said softly, "what do you think about the Witches?"
And you had hummed, nodding- "They exist."
And Affogato Cookie had simply stared at you, before his lips curved up into a smile. There was a familiar glint of teasing, of satisfaction, in it.
Perhaps the same way could be applied in what you think now. Fumbling with a topping in your hand, eyes scanning over each word colored in a chocolate brown. It makes sense. It doesn't. It's strange, you think, as you gulp down every beat of anxiety that pours into you. The candle by your bed flickers a flame akin to a volcano's- red, fiery, and burning hot. It should make sense. It does. There are several people reporting about this cookie lying on the papers- a chest suddenly full of gold coins coinciding with the date that the coppers were suddenly being stolen from. All kept under wraps, tightened with a little bow. Except it doesn't.
Perhaps you're assuming- a grand assumption on your part, thinking that surely, someone, would have gotten better toppings than this if they had stolen this much coins. But it doesn't look right. They were lower ranked. Extremely so, to the point that they'd have probably never gotten to see the coppers in their entire lifetime. They were only ever invited because they were new. They could have made connections there. That was the only reason you ever invite new people- per your own job to build connections on behalf of the Kingdom, and let cookies gather to drink tea and berry juice to discuss rumors, business, gossip about the King and the ever charming Prince.
There's a splattering of details- mostly small. Insignificant. Indicates what time they had started stealing. Except. Except, it's strange, you think, because if it was from earlier back, back to your very first party thrown, there would have been dates. The investigators aren't stupid- they know how to do their job. It can't disappear like that- sudden papers from before are no longer found.
Perhaps it was a mistake. (But you know that it's not.)
It feels weird. It's only a tiny bit of false evidence to go off- assuming first that it is indeed false, and not real- and there's nothing bigger. They would still have reason to throw the cookie in the dungeon if they had stolen coins.
It doesn't add up. You remember the way Affogato had sneered at the cookie, eyes in disgust as he dug at them. You remember it clearly, remember it like the feeling of something striking at your chest, felling you in one blow. There would be more instances. More papers. More time. More witnesses, more sightings if the cookie was truly as careless as the scroll had said.
But there is not. There is only a date that begins on your 12th- or perhaps it was more- tea party with the King. You notice it- notice it because it was when Dark Cacao had asked you to refer to him by name. But there's no other instance before- no dates, no time. And then a memory flashes behind your eyes- and it makes you tremble, because, wouldn't someone have dealt with it by now?
"I'll see to it that something will be done about it."
It rings in your head. It does not add up. It doesn't- you shouldn't assume anymore, should have kept that memory buried deep in your conscience. It burns alive once more like a fury from an oven, burning bright in your mind. Imprinted. Burned into it like all the other times that same sort of time was used on you- scarily ominous. It was a terrifying sort of tone, one that anyone would have thought better to ignore. There's another traitorous voice in the back of your head- The King isn't one to say such things foolishly, he surely would have done something, right?
You stomp it down. Stomp it down with a boot that is particularly intent on crushing bugs.
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You handle a scroll that is either the truth or full of lies carelessly. You trace a finger across it, eyes narrowing in on the official seal of it. You place it down, slip it inside your robe, and stare at the tea brewed so recently. It's still warm.
You pick it up, and sip at the tea. It's warm. It tastes like nothing, because your own chest is full of feelings that churn like spoiled milk inside. You stare at the door that creaks open, stares at the King in his more comfortable attire, cape still trailing behind him. You smile weakly at him, wanting to duck in your chair. The fireplace burns bright still- it warms the room. Bubbling flour bumps up from your body, feeling the feeling of anxiety pour all over you. Dark Cacao nods at you- and he settles down into the seat in front of yours, as he picks up a tea cup and simply drinks it.
There's not really any sort of conversation. It reminds you of your first tea party with him, all quiet before erupting into a topic finally. Although the one you're intent on bringing up is sour. Bitter. Full of everything gone bad.
You take a breath in.
"Dark Cacao," you start off, voice full of barely concealed stutters, "I got a scroll, recently, from Affogato Cookie. It was, erm, about the recent court decision. If you would-"
You finish yourself off, before even finishing your sentence, hands trembling.
You peek at the King in front of you. His eyebrows are furrowed. Mouth clenched. You take in a breath.
"If your Majesty could, may he explain why there are no dates earlier? Affogato himself had said it was farther back when the entire thing had started, my first ever party thrown, but there was no evidence or times indicating when."
Dark Cacao narrowed his eyes. He placed his own teacup down, locks of hair brushing in front of his face. He removes it mindlessly, like it was an action that he did the entirety of his life. It probably was.
Please say that the investigators were incompetent. Please say that the scroll was a fake. Please say that I have nothing to worry about. Say that I don't need to-
"Entertainer." His voice is sharp, like a dagger. He doesn't use your actual name, like he had done before. He uses your title.
"You have no need to be searching for answers such as these. As your King, I order you to stop." His voice is regal. Full of fierceness, full of words used to command soldiers to battle.
You grip your robe, and absentmindedly brush past the scroll in it. Something inside of you screeches- mindless movement, being dragged away, being grabbed and suffocated- and you open your mouth again. Something reminds you of Caramel, for a strange reason.
Reminds you of the way she has said so seriously, full of no hesitation, full of something underneath the sentence that she'd always watch over you. Reminds you of the way Affogato had sneered at the way the maids and servants had brushed past you, the way he had said it like it was a truth: you don't need them. And then it reminds you of the way Dark Cacao had said the very sentence that makes you want to scream.
I'll see to it that something will be done about it.
"What did you do to the cookie, your Majesty? For slighting me."
And then Dark Cacao stares at you, eyes colored a deep shade of purple, and you stare back.
And then there is a hazy figure of someone right near you- using Affogato's voice, humming something sweet.
"Your Majesty, if I may be so bold, perhaps you ought to have cancelled this party when I told you myself that the scroll had gone missing."
You make a soft 'oh' sound in your throat, slumping back against the chair. There's only a soft shade of browns and purples and black clashing together, making your eyes haze over.
Someone- someone who has a long ponytail like Caramel's- says something.
"Y/N! Why didn't you do something else that didn't-"
And then everything just stops in that single moment, and you close your eyes.
You should have just left it alone.
if you were wondering if caramel and affogato got into a fist fight while cacao watched over after the ending the answer is yeah probably. maybe he joined in or smth
#cookie run kingdom#cookie run kingdom writing#lacuna✧writes#crk#affogato cookie#caramel arrow cookie#dark cacao cookie#affogato cookie x reader#dark cacao x reader#caramel arrow cookie x reader#yandere#ooc again probably
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wawa... reqs closed as i think i will finish up my three that i have currently and work on some self indulgent stuff (white lily cookie my beloved.......)
AND FUN FACT I MANAGED TO GET DARK CACAO COOKIE TODAY SO WE'LL BE CONTINUING THE TREND OF. me writing about the new cookies when i get them (expect a surprise cherry blossom cookie in the mix. They Will Come.)
finally,,, depressed dad who left his kingdom in ruins is here,,,,,,,,,, i CANT WAIT to write him (on,,, on da weekends...)
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i have discovered the Joys of editing and decided to make some probably not so good pfps for myself
i also just cropped these like. Randomly so they're not probably tumblr size pfp thingie BUT ANYWAYS let's talk about the artbook sketches of pv... he's so... he gives off Lad vibes in the shepherd pic,,,, love that
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Hey I saw you wrote that rivalry Caramel and affogato...but I've always been curious....what happened if they teamed up to get their s/o? Like a general hcs of a yandere affogato and caramel arrow team up? Sorry for adding onto the pile of affogato and caramel arrow x reader pile...hope request doesn't bother ya or anything heh...and sorry if I'm over thinking, just got abit of anxiety lol!
anon i gotta be honest with u i think both of them would rather get banished from the kingdom than team up together
like. im talking extremely they might work together under some circumstances but those circumstances are extreme and they both strike me as the sorts of yanderes to like fucking break someone in half if they can't have reader to Themself (they'd be absolutely horrible if they shared a darling too they just Cannot)
i know that they Could it's just that im pretty sure one of them would get killed by the other in the process + they'd both probably wanna do the Romancing on their own. like even if they're yan they still gotta romance you or gaslight u into thinking u love em smh
with all that being said sure ill do it AND YOU'RE GOOD this is just very inch resting
#lacuna✧text#lacuna✧requests#like. the hcs will come later after i finish up a white lily cookie thing i got to her stuff and MAN thats a very interesting character#you have there devsis... Haha... Mind If I.... Wrote About Her... Self-Indulgently....
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tempted to make a crk oc....... i have some ideas for one except im pretty sure it'd be. like really angsty and i don't know how to convey the Specific Design i have in mind
okay anyways how have you all been doing??? been straying my hand from change PFP option because i must Resist the urge to go ham and redo my entire theme (again)
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Is your requests open? And do ya accept platonic family/adopted family between child & adult?
hi, yes they are!! i do write like,, platonic stuff yeah but not with children- awah im so sorry but i just don't wanna write about children characters as it makes me uncomfy, sorry kedbke
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anon bc im a coward but as for your suggestion.. affogato, caramel arrow AND dark cacao all at once?? in one thing??? i am LOOKING 👀👀👀
i Knew id snag people with it,,,,, i finished up the main thing earlier today i have just been debating on posting it like today or tomorrow
poor reader in the fic gets so much thrown at them
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I wish to re-enter a request because I realize I may I forgotten to say hc...if I did say hcs on it then plz ignore this request but if I didn't and you deleted it, I understand! Still so sorry I forgot! I'll keep it in mind this time! Thought I did but sending this incase I didn't!
May I request an affogato and caramel arrow as rivals but reader is an oblivious cinnamon roll watcher headcanons? Like reader is just so sweet to both of them and when the two fight they just think "hey, people sometimes fight and that's ok!" And while affogato and caramel arrow are just death glaring eachother, reader is just sitting there, trying to show them a cool rock or item they found while on patrol! And reader would try to invite them on 3 person things together sometimes...like "hey do you guys wanna sit and chill out together? I can tell you about that time I found a rock that was shaped like the moon or maybe that time I petted a cake boar!"
affogato/caramel arrow cookie x reader - headcanons
A/N: I GOT THE EARLIER RQS PLEASE DON'T SAY SORRY WKDBSIEKD i usually just tend to wait til the weekend or til i have an day off to work on reqs wjdbeien,,, anyways i hope u enjoy!! ft with guest appearances dark choco cookie and madeline cookie!
tags/CW'S/TW'S: caramel and affogato once again in engaging in acts of Violence, tripping people over (ft caramel), slight name calling???, references to "Celestials, Guide Me!" bond
i don't think this needs any CW'S/TW'S but if it does please feel free to message me and ill add it!!
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�� ➶ ｡˚ �� oh. oh you sweet summer child (referring to reader)
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° okay anyways
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° caramel and affogato cookie are probably at their wits end!! they both obviously sigh out in relief when you don't really notice their fights- simply letting out some worried noises and rushing over, asking if the both of them alright. but still. at this point you really should have noticed??? at least that's what affogato thinks, as you worriedly drag him to his bed to get him to rest.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° on the other hand, caramel doesn't think much of it. she's just grateful that you don't noticed- you don't need to spend a single thought on that rat! or their (admittingly) violent rivalry.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° although, it doesn't mean that she isn't entertained whenever your obliviousness comes up in other situations. she's surely sure that she doesn't really need to be held like this every time she gets a slash from a snow lion or accidentally tumble into a tree, but it's nice. you're nice, she thinks, as she relaxes into your hold.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° she doesn't fault your fighting capability, though- she's seen what you and your weapon can do to any cake hounds that try to hurt anyone innocent. you're strong!! tough!! extremely sweet and kind to her to the point that she's pretty sure she's in love!!
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° still, though, she thinks, your obliviousness has some terrible downsides. specifically when with any sort of monster, your first instinct is to pet it. yes, pet it- "fellow watcher," she starts, using your formal title to try and grab your attention, as she grips her horned blades tight, "please step away from the frost spirit!"
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° even then, you simply coo at the confused thing, trying to reach out for it.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° for affogato's side of the coin- your obliviousness is very charming. more so that you don't seem to engage in any sorts of rumors- you're very much like that first watcher of sorts in that regard- but still believe in the goodness of others. although you're not particularly annoying about it, to him.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° there isn't exactly any more sides to you- he had braced himself with someone who uses sweet words and is absolutely bitter tasting behind the scenes- except there isn't. only a sweet tasting balm to soothe the soulstone. you're still ever so kind to him even when he's sure that wild cookie has certainly told you all sorts of things about how much of a "rat", he is.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° you always smile and grin at him, simply dragging him throughout the castle, to show him various little monsters and minerals.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° he smiles lazily at you, quick to cover it up with a hand, as he looks at the little trinkets you've somehow come across from on your travels. you're excitedly rambling about each- "and this one, is shaped like a star! i've heard it's some form of currency in a boutique of sorts!"
he simply nods at you, humming. "that's rather interesting."
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┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° both caramel and affogato cookie, however, absolutely recoil at the thought of having to spend time with the other cookie. they both can't exactly refuse you- not when you're shining so bright, grinning in jubilation.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° so they both end up accepting the little trip of sorts to the forest- even if they send each other death glares and critiques and insults not even veiled in the slightest.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° you're rambling on about some cakehound that you had petted recently, saying that its fur was so soft and so fun to play with, while caramel arrow cookie simply smiled behind you and tried tripping the ice cream and coffee cookie.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° she did end up succeeding- much to affogato's mood, as he huffed and started to devise a plan to be set in motion immediately when they came up.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° you had (graciously) not seen all of it, continuing to hum and point out the various flora.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° you all had stopped at a large clearing, as you turned back and grinned- "this is where i wanted to show the both of you! i love this place so much- it's always so fun to meet cakehounds and just rest!"
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° coincidentally, the young prince of the dark cacao kingdom ended up walking in. he had stared at the group of you and the other two- before deciding to walk up.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° incidentally, as soon as he had saw you turn your back to scutter off to a very suspicious looking light that was literally shining from the sky, affogato and caramel immediately got into a fist fight.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° he had stared for a few more moments than he ought to- it was, well, enjoyable to see the famed rivalry between the first watcher and the advisor come to a head.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° he had managed to stop the both of them before you had returned with a very strange looking cookie. who apparently was the source of all the light, as he shined and grinned triumphantly.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° "ah, your Highness!" you had said, eyes shining. "i didn't expect to see you out here too!"
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° dark choco gives a sideways glance to the extremely roughed visages of caramel and affogato, before clearing his throat. "..Y/N, these two got in a fight."
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° you had stared at him for a few moments, before shrugging. "cookies get into fights all the time- it's probably nothing big!"
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° he furrowed his eyebrows, before glancing back at affogato and caramel. both of them were shrugging- caramel looked at least regretful, while affogato was trying to fix his tattered robe.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° "oh, like my new friend i just made! apparently, he's from a far off republic and is a head knight there! he's the source of all that shining from earlier!"
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° the cookie, ft with a smug grin and flowing cape, introduced himself as madeline cookie.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° dark choco sighed.
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┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° while affogato and caramel found themselves thanking the heavens that you didn't suspect anything, they were just a bit glad for the trip.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° obviously not with each other, of course- the main highlight was you, after all!
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° although it was cathartic (and very stress relieving, caramel admits) to have a bit of a fist fight with each other.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° in any sort of case, they always find themselves being dragged along by you.
caramel and affogato both find themselves (very rarely) in agreement that you might be the sweetest cookie to have ever been baked.
#cookie run kingdom#cookie run kingdom writing#lacuna✧writes#crk#lacuna✧requests#affogato cookie x reader#affogato cookie#caramel arrow cookie#caramel arrow cookie x reader
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how would u guys think of a yandere affogato, caramel, and dark cacao cookie x reader
i Certainly. Am writing about this concept
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i live in fear of my own self because Holy Shit i did really write the first ever chapter of this,,,, post Soon........,
oh. Oh The Temptation to start a reader fic x crk
hrmngh looking at my old draft for the idea of it is so Bad. there are some parts i like but i know i was rushing to get to the part i acutally did want to write
the plot was just like. kinda those self aware fics except it's like. crk isn't acutally self aware, reader just ends up reincarnating into the world (shout out to anyone who read the first ever thing i posted which was like an affogato cookie x reader oneshot and had that reader in it...) like okay i was Contemplating if.. if reader oblivious.... gets gaggle of people introduced to them and falls in deep.... Ohohoho..... i think it was mainly what like. reader would be since they couldn't really fight and had to stay at the kingdom and just took over the kingdom duties for everyone is what hooked me to the idea and which is like:
random npc: wow how are the hell are these guys (referring to gingerbrave and his ragtag group) managing a kingdom
screen then cuts to reader ordering some cookies and sugar gnomes and just fucking rushing around the kingdom fixing shit
random npc: ah. that's the one
like. I Could write it. but like im so horrible at doing anything that's multi-chap (i Never speak of my failed attempts at literally any sort of story that isnt a one-shot. we do not talk about my fe3h failed series i wrote when i was barely getting into writing)
this was an extremely uneeded post but it might be interesting to anyone who wanders across my blog hello person who reads this
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why are you All Coming Here,,,,, who let you in my rat door,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
anyways hello !!! have fun scavenging around. Here
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