#cookie kid writes

[papercranes-and-hope]

Tradition

Leaving gifts for each other under the makeshift Christmas tree - it was actually a pile of twigs -, forcing Kreacher to make pumpkin soup for the entire month of October, little kisses on the cheeks when their Tempus charms clicked 12 on New Year's Eve.

These were all little attempts the Black brothers made to help them feel normal, help them feel like every other kid who was safe. They tried desperately to ignore the bruises instead of toys on Christmas morning. To ignore their vast knowledge of healing spells but obliviousness to simple games. Because that would make them different, and make their dangerous lives obvious.

So Sirius and Regulus skulked around the truth feigning cluelessness when asked about their scars and sharing secret looks of worry when the other let out a wince of pain. All their suffering lay in the shadows and no one else was allowed to pry into the souls of darkness they carried with each other.

This was the norm, the twisted tradition both shared because lying was safe and no one would ever believe the truth anyways.

But tradition collapsed and eventually came crumbling into the hands of ancestors that were left reeling from the sudden collapse. In the same way one summer evening Regulus was left upset and torn because his brother who shared the same blood, secrets, and pain had spilled it all to his newfound family.

His safer family.

And suddenly it was only him collecting wood for their Christmas, only him casting Tempus charms and only him eating cold pumpkin soup trying to heal his wounds alone.

Traditions didn't last forever, and promises were the same.

#regulus #regulus and sirius #black brothers #the raksha bandhan thing #this isn't very good #i have a bunch of holidays this week so ill be posting more writing #sorry this is late #slight angst #regulus black #marauder era #cookie kid writes

[wandixx]

Ghost of fries and hero of cookies part 5

All work words count: 14 643

Words in this part: 1 685

Summary of whole work: Duke wasn't expecting to wake up from his quick rooftop nap to some meta kid with fries. He also wasn't expecting kid to stay

Or

Danny asked Dani to stay safe while she was in Gotham. Where would she be safer than under the wing of local hero? And he looked like he needed bad day combo anyway

This part summary: Steph finally gets to meet Duke's kid. And she comes bearing gifts!

Beta read by @audhumla-sailor though English is second language for both of us, so proceed with this in mind. I also know all of the charaters through fics alone, so probably ooc. Stay catious if it's something you don't like

First part, Previous part

Duke was really glad that Bruce was busy whole previous evening and couldn’t give him The TalkTM Vigilante edition. Maybe he shouldn’t because B being busy spoke trouble but he couldn’t feel too sad about it. He didn’t want to have The TalkTM though.

For now, Dani was running next to him, with a serious look on her face that was kinda uncanny. She wasn’t supposed to not be happy and some weird instincts were screaming at him to fix it and fix it now. But he didn’t know how!

Though some of his jokes caused a little smile, so it was good.

It turned potentially less good when she stopped without warning, lowering herself to the fighting stance (finally proper, which made him so immensely proud by the way). He stopped too, wishing they wouldn’t have to fight but he knew better than to latch on this hope.

“What’s up, Hoopoe?” he whispered.

“Someone is coming. Light, use grapple” Most likely one of the Bats then, they were due to a visit anyway. However better to not lower his guard in case he was mistaken or it was a prank/test. His expectations were proven right though, when purple blur flipped over the edge of the roof. He relaxed and put hand on Dani’s shoulder so she wouldn’t tackle Steph before they could explain anything. She seemed on edge like that whole day.

“Hey Spoiler” he greeted to further show that the blonde was a friend.

“Sup Signal! Heard I can finally meet your little friend!”

Dani straightened herself and tried to float a few inches up to seem higher probably.

“I’m considerably higher than most kids my age” she deadpanned. She really wasn’t though. He was still trying to learn whether her size was caused more by genetics or malnourishment. Her only family member Duke knew of was also small, so maybe it was a family thing though.

Steph shrugged, waving her palm a few inches below her shoulder, approximately where Damian reached, quite few inches over Dani’s head.

“Robin is the family’s smol violent bean and you’re shorter than him. You’re small bean, deal with this”

Little girl pouted, crossing her arms. Steph cooed.

“Oh, you even get angry like he does!”

Young meta looked like she was asking ‘Should I use violence?’ and inch towards the answer ‘Yes’. Duke decided he should step in before she acted on these thoughts. Teasing was the opposite of what girl needed at the moment. Some good fight might not be bad but maybe not with Steph.

“Cut it Spoiler”

She rolled her eyes so dramatically he could tell she did so despite her mask. He still thought it was impressive “Don’t be boring dude”

Dani growled in a way that couldn’t be fully human, just like she did when they talked about her training for the first time. Duke squeezed her arm. Girl glanced at him before sagging so much he was scared she would fall for a hot second. He exchanged concerned looks with Steph over her lowered head. It was not normal nor was it good.

“Alright, you’re not smol,” Steph agreed lightly “Officially at least. What’s in my head stays there. Does it work for you?”

Duke almost hit her in the arm. Not strongly, in a friendly manner but still. He didn’t only because it seemed to somehow work. He let his hands drop.

“Your mind is sacred,” Dani started seriously “what leaves your mouth is not. Can’t diss you on your thoughts but I’ll on your words” she shared like it was some important truth of life. Or folklore proverb though Duke wasn’t sure about the latter. Afterall he was Gothamite born and breed, he knew countryside from movies “And actions. Actions are kinda important,” meta girl added in lighter tone after moment of thinking.

“Yeah, actions are the best” Steph agreed easily “Hey, can I get it on a T-shirt? I’ll love and cherish it”

“First you laugh at my height and then you want my intellectual property for free? For shame, Spoiler, for shame?”

Steph looked thoughtful, theatrically over exaggerating her body language. 

“Valid” she nodded.

Duke decided he would just watch whatever was going to happen and did damage control if needed. He didn’t feel up to anything else anyway.

“Heard your cape went in an adventure,” the purple vigilante admitted after moment of silence. Dani shrugged rubbing her arms awkwardly. Duke knew she normally would fix said cape. It was her way of fidgeting.

“Yup, it’s good way to put it,” girl nodded. “Somebody needed it more, I hope it enjoys its travel. I should get a replacement soon”

“Well, I can’t let fellow caped crusader, who understands necessity of hood, run capeless”

Younger girl waved her hands in a flurry motion of dismissal.

“Don’t-” she stopped when her eyes locked on orange bundle Steph took from somewhere under her cloak. Opportunity to pull tricks like that had made Duke consider adding some sort of cape to his Signal suit back when he had been working on it back in a day but dismissed it. He still wasn’t looking forward to learning curve of fighting with such additional liability. He couldn’t turn it intangible when it was in a way like certain white haired cheater did.

Speaking of Dani, girl stared at Steph’s gift like she couldn’t quite believe it was real. She held her hands close to her chest but her fingers flexed in grabby motion. Her eyes were hidden behind black lenses of her mask but everything else about her face further proved how awestruck she was. Even her muted aura brightened a bit in a way that he learned to recognize as excitement.

It was still kind of weird, by the way. Normal auras haven’t changed, it was kinda their thing.

Steph wiggled her gift a bit. Dani finally took it but had yet to put it on.

“It’s for me?” she whispered so utterly shocked and small that Duke mentally did a double take.

“Yeah, like I said, can’t let you run around without it”

“Oh”

Dani’s hand was gnawing at the edge of the material as if it was some sort of squashmellow.

“Try it on,” Steph encouraged gently.

“We need to check if Spoiler haven’t messed up something”

“Signal!”

Dani snorted, which was all Duke tried to achieve.

She put it on and after a moment of shuffling she once again became orange cloak with feet. She grinned widely looking far more relaxed and settled than she did moments before. She moved around a bit like she was in model show or at least what ten years old thought it could look like.

“You like it?”

“Yup, it’s amazing, thank you Spoiler… Though it’s heavier than I expected”

“Well, I don’t know what your first one was made out of but this is material I use, I found it the best balance between durability, weight and comfiness. Still, it’s quite dense and a bit heavy. Also, I added pockets because you can never have too many of them. Plus there are few glitter bombs inside. You know, ‘welcome to the team’ gifts,” Steph explained eagerly and judging by Dani’s smile, she loved her gifts. Duke would be a little worried on a Gotham crime’s behalf if it wasn’t well, crime and if he wasn’t all there to watch chaos these two would unfold from sidelines with bat-popcorn in hand (though it wasn’t really a thing yet, he would have to mention it to Tim or Jason). For now though, they really should continue on the patrol.

“Now that introductions are over, let’s get going. Crime never sleeps or something,” It was really weird to be the organized one. Before Dani showed up, on a day shift he was a sailor, a captain and a ship (or maybe Gotham was a ship-), We Are Robins days were chaos in purest form and shape and when he was called out for a night he usually was too tired to behave and was just additional mess to organize (on purpose, let him have his goddamn sleep, he wasn’t Tim).

“Okay,” Dani agreed cheerfully “There is a robbery at the greek diner we visited last Thursday. ‘s been going for five minutes or so,” she added unbothered.

“HOOPOE!”

“What?”

***

Spoiler jumped through the open window of the diner with a graceful roll, glitter bombs at hand. Hoopoe and Signal came inside right after her.

“Spoiler alert!” purple girl yelled, throwing two bombs at robbers heads and kicking third one in the ribs.

Dani decided  that she liked Spoiler right then and there as she threw her own brand new, orange(!) glitter bombs at remaining criminal.

***

Three of them were running through the city mostly uninterrupted after diner mishap. Steph tried to engage Dani in quip battle but younger girl for once wasn’t jumping on occasion. She kept close to Duke and his only reaction was smug smile in Spoiler’s direction. That’s what she got for trying to steal his sidekick.

“Oh!” Dani exclaimed delighted, stopping abruptly, a smile that spoke trouble gracing her face.

“No, we’re not busting Joker’s scheme by jumping into the meeting to beat them all up without proper back up, again, Hoopoe. They had guns, Hoopoe.”

“Wha- Wasn’t last time enough? Anyway, I heard there is fan meeting with Martian Manhunter in Los Angeles tomorrow,” Great, so no giving him heart attack right now. Thank God for that.

“Shame he won’t make it, huh?” Steph mussed “He is in Illinois right now, isn’t he? It would take him two days driving to even get there”

Dani’s expression looked thoughtful “It’s quite far”

“Yeah, around… 2,500 miles from here”

“Huh”

“What got you thinking kid?” she inquired, ruffling her hair.

“Not a kid and I thought- there is kidnapping at three!” Dani darted in that direction before finishing sentence. Duke jumped right after her slightly scared. She was not ready to handle stuff like that without back up and she would try if he let her run of like that.

********

Steph: I'm meeting my almost niece tomorrow what should I- *gives a gremlin child an ultimate weapon of chaos*

Sometime before this part:

Steph: So, how is your kid?

Duke: She is not my kid!

Duke: By the way, wanna see video I saved of her doing proper side kick for the first time?

Danielle "looks like 10 years old is 10 months max" Phantom: I am in fact much higher than most kids my age

Duke "whoever is feeding this tiny child does bad job at it" Thomas & Stephanie "it's just a lil baby" Brown: Yeah... sure...

Next part

"Tag list" (i haven't expected to ever make it)

@pickleking8

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dani hangs out with duke #signal got new kid and cares about her deeply #dani took so long to tell them about robbery because she didn't like their food and is petty little gremlin #dani says most and not all because she knows vlad is incapable of coming up with something original #so there had to be other clones around #and they probably were higher than here #with her being prematurly released (hence why she is younger than danny) #and fact that danny is short #now that i think about it #dani is opossite of “this is 43567 year old demon acting like child in a body of the child” trope #but baby enough to not risk “born sexy yesterday” area #perfect #wandixx writes #ghost of fries and hero of cookies #have a nice day dear stranger who got to this part

[manitapaleta]

Sorry I'm late, I had this clear vision once of Lark in this very specific blue and pink cat apron the reads "Coffee Right Meow" and he's baking and for whatever reason he's holding a knife. Do with that what you will

Sorry IM late answering this ask lol also I forgot abt the knife part lol sorryyyy

Slightly younger lark and sparrow with a baby norm !!! Now I wanna draw all the kids as babies

#dungeons and daddies #dndaddies #dndads #dndads s2 #dndaddies s2 #lark oak garcia #lark oak #sparrow oak garcia #sparrow oak #my art #won’t tag norm bc he’s barely in this lol #looked up some Ecuadorian slang bc I wanted to write chamaco so bad but I was like noooooo they probably don’t say that there #and then i found actual slang that still fit lol #also those aren’t macaroons! they’re alfajores an Ecuadorian cookie that I prob wouldn’t like bc it’s dulce de leche which I hate 😔 #hc that sparrow is the cooking sibling and lark is the baking sibling #when you have two kids close to each other one is only good at cooking and the other is only good at baking and they can’t do the other #only saying this bc my sister and I are like that lol and picturing lark as the baking sibling is v funny #also the translation is p much ‘i can see you kid!’

[the-cookie-of-doom]

currently plagued with thoughts of BabyGayPanic!Kim doing some research re: all the smut. Because liking Chay is swiftly turning into liking Chay, and wondering what other things he might like. After burying himself in 4 different VPNs and a burner phone, and checking his security three times before finally locking himself up in his recording booth (later considers maybe he could have done this in his room? In bed? That would be more normal, right? Except the room is Soundproofed and Safe and he's so embarrassed he forgets to get horny about it)

He's not a stranger to porn, okay? He's watched it before. Infrequently, because he's spent too much of his life on camera not to be a very harsh critic, and it all rings very false for him. (He does like amateur videos when he bothers, though. The angles are never good, and the sound/lighting are usually worse, but it's real at least)

This is different, though. Because it's all men, and it's for research, and it's something he might actually do? someday? hopefully? with Chay?

And nope, he can't do this, absolutely not. exits right out of that tab before the dicks even come out because his brain just turns itself off.

next time he sees Chay, though... Kim can't stop thinking about kissing him, and touching him, and wanting him, more than he's ever wanted anyone else before. He's kissed women, sure, mostly for the sake of music videos, had a couple dates. But none of those times made him feel half of what he does just thinking about kissing Chay, and it's kind of overwhelming.

It's really overwhelming. So much so that he just. Does it. In the studio. Because Chay is telling him he likes Kim and it's so cute and sweet and Kim's heart is hammering in his chest, and he's been starting at Chay's mouth nonstop whenever they're together, but pretending like he wasn't, but Chay has to know, and now he's confessing, and Kim's heard a lot of confessions before but never like this, and. yeah. it's a lot. So Kim has to kiss him about it. Except he's terrified about what will happen to him if he actually kisses Chay, so he kisses his cheek instead, for the sake of his own sanity. (Chay doesn't return it. Kim really wishes he would, but the hug he gets is good, too, pressing Chay's whole body against his own, soft and warm and it makes Kim feel soft and warm and wow, can they stay like this forever, maybe? Obviously not, but maybe?)

#cookie writes #kimchay #look I just need more soft and sweet and awkwardly figuring things out Kim in my life okay #kid is 21/22 he doesn't need to be a sex god off the bat #let him be awkward #i am biased tho bc I didn't even have my first kiss until i was 21 so I'm hella projecting lmfao

[redrobin-detective]

I’ve been kind of brain dead for ideas lately but an old one that I was batting around the other day was, following Jack Drake’s death everyone was scrambling to figure out what to do with Tim. Bruce wanted to adopt him, Dana was going to take him when she was well enough, Dick probably threw his hat into the ring to give the kid options.

Now Tim has this grand scheme to circumvent all this by hiring an actor to portray a made-up uncle but he looks out at the city one night and is Tired. This city stole his peace, bits of his flesh, his friends and now his dad. Suddenly he doesn’t want to live there anymore. He makes a phone call and a few days later, he’s on a bus to Smallville to be fostered by Martha Kent.

Kon was a little surprised at the call but Martha didn’t hesitate to sign those papers. She’d seen the fallout of Tim when his mother died, if no one else would take care of Tim then she would. He arrives with a backpack full of clothes and a U-Haul of computer equipment which he sets up in the back guest room barely leaving room for a bed.

He goes to Smallville High with Conner, eats an early, homemade dinner by Ma who kisses his forehead before he Zetas back to Gotham for patrol. He’s still Robin, still fights and bleeds for Gotham. But he can’t live there, not right now. Bruce is doing his pouty hurt dad routine, Dick thinks he’s trying to make a move on Kon but really Tim is tired of the brutality of the city and wants some peace for once in his life. He Zetas back early in the morning, quietly knocks on Ma’s door so she knows he’s back and heads to bed.

His allergies give him hell in the country but he still insists on helping Kon with chores. Conner laughs at how badly he fumbles through livestock feeding and crop tending and starts working on ways to make it more efficient. He sleeps through class and spars out in the open fields and, when he’s feeling homesick, Kon will fly him real high and drop him and he can pretend like he’s just dived off a skyscraper. Martha reminds him to eat, to sleep, to wash behind his ears and stop looking at gruesome crime scene photos at the dinner table. Tim’s never had a happy, normal family situation. It unnerves him but it soothes him too as he works, really works, on some of his more self-destructive habits. For Ma’s sake. Martha knows this is only temporary, that Tim can’t, won’t, stay away from Gotham forever. But she drapes a blanket over his shoulder where he’s fallen asleep 5 minutes into a movie on the couch and brushes his hair out of his sleep deprived eyes. She loves Bruce like a second son but Tim is her baby now too and she’ll tear B to shreds if he doesn’t properly care for Tim when he returns.

Kon and Tim, who’d been kind of dancing around their feelings for years, are now in an equally strange dynamic of ‘are we brothers now? are you just a bud crashing indefinitely at my house? we come and go from Titans Tower together what does everyone THINK is happening???’ and settle for just doing nothing. They do stay up late on nights Tim isn’t in Gotham talking about bad tv shows and how lame school is and rocket ships and the latest supervillain scandal. As weird as the situation is, Tim looks happier and healthier than he has in ages. Plus it’s kinda rad to have a sleepover with your best friend every night. As far as he is concerned, Tim never has to step foot in Gotham again.

Clark comes back to the farm from a long space mission to find Batman’s latest sidekick typing up a storm typing on a computer with one hand and stirring soup with the other. “Sup,” Tim mumbles as he remains focused on both his tasks. “Sorry, guest room is mine now. I’d offer it up but it’s a pretty tight fit in there with all my gear.” And that’s how he found out his Mom may or may not have legally kidnapped Batman’s sorta maybe I guess not kid from under his nose and he’s Clark’s unofficial little brother. All he knows is Bruce is going to be a nightmare at the next League meeting.

#first thought of this when writing secret robin #when exploring options of where Tim could go #and the idea of him fleeing the city and going to smallville with his best friend #its a bit sweet #Tim loves his city but hes been through a lot and maybe a kid wants some stability #wants a parent who Knows but accepts him weird quirks and all #so long as they don't affect his health #she feeds him cookies and pets his hair and listens to him geek out on music and cold cases #he doesn't think he'll be able to stay away from gotham for long #but right now this is nice #Martha Kent will throw down with Batman to keep Tim safe #Clark is very confused #he calls Tim scamp one time and Tim's like Mr Kent dont do that #anyway yeah weird au thoughts Im thinking again like 4 months later

[daceydeath]

Hiatus Notice

Hello my loves, I am going on hiatus for a little while to try to get myself back into a good place. I've been having a lot more health issues lately and I can't keep up with writing and deal with them at the same time. I will still be floating around just not posting my own work.

But I will be back after I have rested with more smut, hopeless romantic fluffs and heartbreaking angsts.

Love you guys eternally and see you soon, DaceyDeath xxx

#daceydeath writes #hiatus #stray kids #skz #fan fic things #i'll be alright #but I need rest #and probably a cookie #I've heard that helps

[best-knightmare]

for the sake of the poll, this is already automatically chopping off the “cookie” part of their name

rb for reach please I am curious and like funny polls

#cookie run #crk #crob #crk fanfic #cookie run fanfic #cookie run overbreak #cookie run kingdom #for context I’m writing a fic and since they aren’t cookies in this I’m torn #cause on one hand. who names their kid knight. on the other. I personally cannot read fics with their names changed #do you know how many fics i abandoned from my own writing bc of this #I’ll likely keep this the same but I gotta poll the masses

[notbecauseofvictories]

getting ready to leave a job and intensely regretful that I can't bring the team with me or express my feelings in any articulate way: I am....going to bake you guys so many treats.

#if you think I'm kidding you have not seen the nine tabs I have open for this weekend #I am making vegan brownies peanut butter cookies and chocolate chips. #I am making 3 regular kinds of cookies #(m&m; nutella chocolate swirl; strawberry & white chocolate) #plus s'more bars and lemon blueberry bars because that's fun #and writing everybody a nice note about how awesome they are and what they've meant to me #anyway it's fine!!! it's fine. #no wonder the company has to secretly manipulate you #tw food

[girlwithakiwi]

OH!

It’s fucking burnout.

#me trying for the past two months to figure out why i can’t write for shit #it’s burnout! my creative energy has been burned to cinders by stress from my job! #i realized i haven’t been sleeping well or writing or painting or doing any baking things more extravagant than pb cookies #any energy i have after i get off from work goes entirely to my kids #what a fun thing to realize! #i have switched positions at work though #so hopefully my days aren’t just full of me trying to find receipts while my coworkers gaslight me

[bangchansbackohmygod]

Imagine corruption kink Felix, like seriously imagine how big he’d smile when he realizes he’s your first boyfriend. When you get embarrassed and try to change the subject he quickly cups your face and nuzzles his nose against yours, a light chuckle on his lips as he assures you it’s cute and he’s glad he’s your first love. But it’s way deeper than you think. He’s not just happy, he’s pleased on an instinctual, animalistic level. The first time he kisses you is when you two are playing videogames on his couch. You win and he starts tickling you, leading to his form hovering over yours as both of you realize your position and freeze. Your eyes lock and he can hear a slight *gulp* from you as your eyes flutter shut. His do the same as he leans forward....but then he stops. His eyes open once more, hooded, an inch from your lips as he drinks in the sight of you. Your eyes still closed, your mouth gently opened as a shaky breath escapes, your cute little fists clutching at the front of his shirt, and...are you trembling a bit? He almost can’t take it, you’re so vulnerable in front of him, you’re putting all of your trust in him as you wait for him because that’s all you can do. You need him, you need him to take the lead, because you’re so innocent and pure that you’ve never even pressed your lips against someone else’s. He’s your first kiss. Or rather...your first kiss is his. It’s only a momentary reflection, but it feels as if he spends his own private eternity in that second, bathing in the perfection of your love for him. As he shuts his eyes and closes the distance, the smile that turns up at the corner of his lips is soft but just a touch wicked.

Request if you’d like a part 2~

(and by part 2 I mean smut oops shhhh)

#stray kids smut #lee felix smut #i mean it's not actual smut but #we all know where it's going hun #I GOT SO CAUGHT UP IN WRITING THIS THAT I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED IT TO MY MAIN BLOG #I mean no one will see it because i caught the mistake #but when i say i SCREAMED #anyway it felt so good to write again #i'm officially an epcot employee now lads #ya girl is selling elsa dresses by day and writing felix kinks by night #anyway i hope you like it #hugs and kisses and a basket full of cookies

[saturatedsinset]

cookie time :-)

this makes me really sentimental because it is a representation of cooking as an act of love, and of cooking as a chain of love

this is the same recipe my mom used to make for me and my sister growing up - she'd make the dough, and we'd cut them out with our million and one cookie cutters, and then she'd make cream cheese frosting in a variety of colors and we'd have a cookie decorating day.

my mom got the recipe from the day care me and my sister went to as a baby - in our family cookbook (it's more of a compilation of all the recipes we use fairly regularly and enjoy; my dad put it together and he updates it every so often. I actually made my first independent contribution to the cookbook this year, when I made chana masala for my family and he asked where I found the recipe so I could add it to the cookbook) (it was bbc good food) the recipe is still titled after that day care.

and now I get to make it for Lucy and their family, my new family. I get to show them what I love so much about food.

#got a bit weepy writing this one lads #i talk shit about my family all the time on here but like. its not like there are never bright spots #until she retired my mom actually did the cookie decorating day for her kids (the ones she taught) too #obviously she couldnt let them cut out their own cookies (no ovens at school) but she made frosting and got sprinkles and they made it a day #i made this same recipe for my friends in the uk a couple years back and we had a decorating day as well #just. love. i love love. i love cooking. i love cooking for people as an act of love. im emotional #also holy shit im in so much fucking pain. i love cooking but my body does Not #i was gonna do the dishes (i used so many fucking dishes) but i literally could not stand up any longer. also i was nauseous from overheat #anywayyyy. cooking :-) #sinjamin #food //

[papercranes-and-hope]

anyone has those days where the words don't float like they usually do and you are suddenly gripped with the fear of being completely shit at the one thing u thought u were meant for?

#cookie kid rambles #cookie kid writes

[peachus-dous]

Just a random idea I had today when I remembered the whole "demon courting" thing

So hear me out-- we know how the Tripitaka in the original JTTW was kidnapped multiple times by demons who want to eat his flesh and become immortal- (and how demon courting involves kidnapping the one you wish to court)

We also know that tang just so happens to be a reincarnation of the great monk

So what if-

Tang gets constantly kidnapped by demons when they learn how he's the great monk's reincarnation, and some of the kidnapping happened by the beginning of courting season which eventually evolved into a rumor that tang is a demon and kidnapping him will count as courting him, and he can't explain that it's not true because everyone will think he's trying to get off the hook (everyone thinks he's a demon except for the main crew)

So tang has to keep hiding and escaping (with and without the other's help) which made him absolutely exhausted, he enters pigsy's noodle shop one day DRAINED out of energy and when pigsy asks him what's wrong tang rambles abput how he hates the situation he's in ending his rant with "all I want now is decent 8 hours of sleep..."

Which pigsy responds to by saying something like "I haven't fought some courtiers in years I kinda miss it- wait I think I have an idea"

So that night tang stays over at pigsy's to sleep as pigsy promised that he will fight off any demos that want to kidnap tang *insert wholesome moment here as tang slowly sleeps* and to pigsy's surprise only two demon broke in but they both left as soon as they saw the two together pretty strange but oh well

In the afternoon of the next day, pigsy and tang are at the noodle shop talking like usual when monkey king/macaque (idk) passed by saying "congratulations on finally getting together you two!" Which leaves the duo flustered and confused , seeing this SWK/macaque goes "you know everyone is talking about the pig demon who successfully courted the Tripitaka's reincarnation- right?"

And the end!

#if you made it this far #have a cookie i guess? lol #sorry if it's bad #it's something that was stuck with me and i had to write it out lol #feel free to write something based off of this if tou want! #lmk #lmk freenoodles #lego monkie kid #lmk tang #freenoodleshipping #lmk pigsy #demon courting

[the-cookie-of-doom]

KimChay still happens despite Kim sleeping with Porsche. As much as they care for each other, there are no deeper feelings. This isn’t a forever relationship. It’s sex in exchange for protection that morphs into fond companionship, but that’s as far as it ever gets. 

Chay is ~14/15 when Kim joins the family. Kim is ~18. This means that while Kim is acting out being rebellious and thinking he’s more mature than he is, Chay falls into the Annoying Little BrotherTM category. And he really… doesn’t leave that mental image Kim has of him until they’re both much older, and Kim realizes oh no, he’s hot. 

But until then! Some canon KimChay things happen, like the guitar tutoring! Kim doesn’t get the chance to become Wik in this AU, but he still has his love of music. It’s his primary coping mechanism for *gestures at everything*. He nearly cries when Porsche rewards him with a guitar a few months into their arrangement. Then at some point Chay catches him playing, likes what he hears, and pesters Kim into teaching him until he finally gives in. 

Chay is also a naughty little gremlin with a cute crush on his brother’s sex slave, and maybe kind of wondering if they’re like. Exclusive? Or if it’s more of a “Kim sold himself to the family, for anyone to use” kind of deal? And if maybe he has a chance? (He doesn’t. He’s too young, he’s been firmly little-brothered by Kim, and Porsche would kill him for trying. But a guy can dream, okay? It doesn’t help that he’s seen Kim in compromising positions way too many times not to fantasize about being the one to put him in those positions.) 

Anyway. There’s the context for this scene. 

-

Chay is still turning his guitar while Kim idly strums on his own. He has a little monitor sitting on the table in front of them, flashing red and green lights to let him know when he gets it right. Kim hasn’t managed to teach him how to tune by ear yet. He hates the monitor; Kim vows to break Chay of that filthy habit eventually. 

“Who taught you how to play guitar, P’Kim?” Chay asks, in that sweet voice of his. He’s staring down at his guitar with a little furrow between his brows, carefully twisting the frets in miniscule increments. Kim’s getting frustrated just listening to it. He wants to tell the boy he’s at least two full turns off, and the glacial pace he’s taking is excruciating. 

“My brother,” Kim answers, and doesn’t say anything more, even when Chay gives a curious little hum. Of course, Chay is never one to exist in silence. 

“Do you ever miss him?”

Only when he let himself. 

“No.”

“Aow, really?” Kim nods once, tightening his grip on the neck of his guitar. He isn’t strumming anymore. “I don’t know what I would do if I left hia. I think I’d miss him so much I would die.”

“My brother and I weren’t close.” 

“You came here because of him, right? To protect him? You wouldn’t do that if you didn’t love him.” 

“You’re right, Kinn is the reason I’m here. Because of his stupid decisions. I don’t want to be here.” Kim fights to keep his voice even. He isn’t going to snap at Chay. He isn’t going to encourage this line of conversation, either. 

Chay stopped trying to tune his guitar.

“Do you hate it here?” 

Does he? 

Kim isn’t mistreated. Porsche has never once forced himself on him, and didn’t punish Kim when he killed three guards for attempting to. Porsche has held up his end of the bargain to shelter Kim from his father’s wrath. He never leaves the compound, but not because it’s forbidden; he has more freedom than he expected to, when he first offered himself to Porsche’s mercy. 

“No,” Kim eventually answers. He takes Chay’s guitar from him and begins to tune it. 

“Do you want to leave?”

“I don’t have anywhere else to go.” 

“But if you did, would you?”

“Maybe. I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it.” Kim doesn’t see the point of perseverating over something that won’t happen. These are his circumstances. They aren’t going to change. It doesn’t matter what he would do if things were different, because they aren’t. 

Chay takes back his guitar, now tuned, and stares down at his hands on the strings. 

“I’m sorry, P’Kim,” he says, standing. “That sounds like a very sad way to live.” 

Kim watches Chay leave without another word. He feels like he should call the boy back. He doesn’t. 

#cookie writes #kimporsche #kimchay #i mean not really but kind of #chay is a good little bean #he feels bad for Kim #after this he's going to try and do something to help make him feel more at home #Kim is so begrudgingly fond of him #he doesn't want to like chay but he literally cant help it #the kid is a marshmallow

[daydadahlias]

what’s your thought on minors reading your stories?

hm, that's a good question, and I think one that's far more nuanced/convoluted than people often give it credit for and than I often like to think about.

obviously, I'm more than happy for minors to read my G/T and even M rated fics but when we get into the explicit territory - which I assume is what you're asking about - it can get tricky.

i will say, before I get into this far too long and rambling answer, that as a blanket statement, I would prefer that minors did not engage with explicit material period, including my own. However, it would simply be negligent of me to act like there are not minors who actively consume my content.

For a while there, I had "minors dni" in my bio and I also had 18+ for some time but I eventually took both out because I know it doesn't really dissuade people from interacting; if kids/minors want to look at something, they will look at it. And if they can't find it in certain places, they will without a doubt look for it in others.

it's a sad fact about our current culture that by the age of 12, most children will have actively seen pornography - mostly due to pop up ads online and just the sheer volume of pornographic content that exists in our world. so I am under no disillusion that minors also actively seek it out. I mean, I started reading porn when I was 12. Do I think, realistically, that it was a good thing for my emotional development? Uhm, no I don't! I don't think kids should be reading porn; it vastly skews their perceptions of sex and can negatively impact their relationships with sexuality in their adulthood. That's just a proven fact. So if I had any real say in it, I would say that minors should not be reading/viewing porn period, definitely not before the age of 15. That includes my own.

But, all that to say, I understand that I am an adult posting pornography on a public platform; if minors want to stumble on it, they will. I also know that I have all the necessary warnings and content triggers in place should someone come across my work and, at a certain point, if they continue to view it despite it being marked for mature audiences, that is not On Me as a creator. I cannot control what people choose to view.

I will say that, in terms of sexual content, I know that I am always writing healthy and consensual sexual dynamics between my characters so of the porn that minors could be exposed to, mine is certainly not of the dangerous variety for a minor to be consuming.

Am I fully comfortable with the thought of minors reading my material? No. But I'm not going to make it a habit to police people's interaction with the internet and I'm also not going to go through every single one of my followers and search to see if they're a minor to block them if they are. That doesn't stop kids from seeking things out. Frankly, I think blocking minors would only make them seek out other dangerous sexual content. Sometimes I think that I'd rather minors read my explicit material rather than explicit material that is tagged incorrectly, y'know? I'd rather minors read about actual consensual sex than dub-con or rape disguised as such.

At the end of the day, all I want is for minors to recognize that what they read online is not an accurate articulation of what occurs in real life and do their necessary research to be safe when they actively choose to interact with sex irl. But far be it from me to tell them how they should and should not consume written material, y'know?

I have an obligation as a creator (as I think all creators do) to tag my material properly and trigger warn accordingly because I do know realistically that minors might come across it, but from there it's completely out of my hands on if minors choose to engage with it or not.

#hope i articulated myself well on this!! #it's something i think about fairly often bc i do have a couple 'frequent' followers who engage w/ my stuff that i know are minors #and while I as an adult have an obligation to not create close relationships with them or divulge in one on one contact #them consuming my content in a public sphere doesn't... Bother me #minors are 'allowed' to read my stuff if they want to #if the larger question is 'do i think they should' no... i would prefer they didnt #but i know i cant stop them from doing it yknow? #so that's just kind of... how the cookie crumbles #curious why you asked this i dont think ive ever been asked and ive been writing for 3 years now in this fandom #crazy to think about #yeah if ur a minor just make sure u stay safe ok? :) #and i really am here for kids if they need anything. like i really am #i just want kids to be safe first and foremost #pigeon #anon

[down-with-the-mafia]

Ever since Mu had told Hat about the Earth celebration of Mother's Day, Hat had been in a bit of a panic. Cooking Cat would be coming by their spaceship later that day to help them make dinner, and Hat and Bow needed to act fast to make a present.

"We need to cook something!" Bow had insisted. "What better present than letting her know her cooking lessons have payed off?"

Hat wasn't worried about fire, she had plenty of experience with fire and explosives before. No, her concern was that the present had to be perfect. "Our cooking won't be as good as hers, it'll be such a disappointment!"

"We can bake cookies!" Bow snapped her fingers as she thought of the idea. "She gave us that recipe book and that had some cookie recipes. And I remember baking cookies a few times back home! It can't be that hard."

Hat bit her lip, anxious. What if they burnt them? What if they forgot an ingredient? What if they measured ingredients wrong? 'Can't be that hard', then why could so many things GO WRONG?

"Hat, it's fine! Baking is just like science! Measurements and mixtures, you've done all this before-!"

"But I haven't mastered it! Why don't we just make a friendship bracelet or something-"

"Well, okay, I can bake them myself…"

Hat shook her head so hard her hat flew off and fell to the ground. "No way! If something catches fire I don't want you to be alone here.."

"Okay! Then let's do it together!" Bow smiled.

——

Cooking Cat entered the spaceship, opening her mouth to announce her entering when a scent caught her attention. It smelled sweet like sugar.

She walked toward the kitchen curiously and peeked through the door.

The kids hadn't noticed her. Bow was sitting at the table, sipping a warm drink from a mug. Hat, much less calm, was pacing around the room.

"Are we sure they're not burning in there?" She asked, glancing at the oven, and Cooking Cat got anxious realizing they were actually baking something on their own.

"Hat, there's no way they'd burn already, it's only been a minute." Bow giggled a bit. "You're getting too worried, I bet it'll be great!"

"She's done so much for us…" Hat was pulling on her cape. "What if they taste bad? She'll be so disappointed that her lessons aren't paying off and-"

"Well they smell amazing!" Cooking Cat smiled, fully entering the room.

The two jumped. "CC!"

"I'm sure you two did a great job, but what's this for?" She asked gently, pulling them into a hug.

"It's Mother's Day…" Hat mumbled, still fidgeting with her cape.

"Yeah! And we wanted to make a gift, so we're baking cookies!" Bow exclaimed happily.

"Wow! That's so sweet!" CC gasped, hugging them tighter. "I love them."

"But… you haven't tasted them yet?" Hat said, confused.

"I love them because they're a gift from my very thoughtful daughters." She smiled. "I think it's very sweet that you made a gift. I'm sure it'll be delicious."

"Yeah!" Bow smiled, mouth open wide.

Hat's face lit up a bit, finally giving a little smile. "I hope so.."

——

CC bit into a cookie. It was soft and sweet and warm. Her daughters were looking at her, trying to read her expression. "They're perfect." CC finally said, softly.

The way their faces lit up warmed CC's heart. In truth, it didn't matter if the cookies tasted good, though. Spending time with the kids was gift enough.

#the real gift was the daughters we made along the way #uh I was gonna have them be chocolate chip cookies specifically and then I remembered cats can't eat chocolate #actually I think cookies in general might be bad for cats? uh let's assume cc has like a special recipe that's okay for her to eat #the point was a cute story anyway it doesn't need to be realistic haha #all fluff here #a hat in time #hat kid #bow kid #cooking cat #my art #my writing