HELLOE >:]]]]] I'M BACK WITH PART 3 OF MY HADCANNONS OF GB(GingerBrave) AND KK(dozer)
This time with some angst ones and comfort ones along it ☻
GingerBrave really needs to vent to someone, but he uses he keeps saying to himself that other cookies have bigger problems and that his problems are nothing so he shouldn't be making someone else worry about his problems
Both GingerBrave and dozer doesn't like storms, GingerBrave doesn't like storms because the lightning reminds him of the wizard's power and as the wizard only uses this power when they are in danger he associates the noise of lightning with danger (well,that's his excuse 😒),while dozer doesn't like loud and sudden noises at all
So when there's a storm you'll find dozer sobbing while hugging his brother, when there's a storm GingerBrave puts a blanket over them both to hide from the storm, while dozer sleeps easily GingerBrave has to keep dealing with it alone until he actually sleeps (which is rare)
GingerBrave doesn't know what "sleep" means
GingerBrave's body regenerates REALLY quickly
GingerBrave:WIZARD! (he's under wizard window)
GingerBrave:WIZꍏꍏꍏꍏꍏRD!!
Wizard:WHAT IS IT THIS TIME? WAIT- GINGERBRAVE?! HOW ARE YOU WALILKING DIDN'T YOU BREAK YOUR LEG YESTERDAY?!
GingerBrave:I DON'T KNOW-
When dozer has nightmares GingerBrave sings to him to calm him down
GingerBrave may faint from exhaustion but he won't rest-
Strawberry: how many hours of sleep did you get last night…?
GingerBrave (who just fainted from exhaustion):trying to think of number between 4 and 7-
Dozer just doesn't know how to lie so if you see dozer nervous when answering a question he's lying (and its not that hard to get him to say the truth-)
GingerBrave and dozer have their own nicknames some are for them to say normally and others to say in arguments
Dozer: GingerBrave!
GingerBrave: what bulldozer?
Dozer: a-…if you dare to call me that again I swear i'll punch you so hard that your face will numb for months
GingerBrave has a bunch of problems about self esteem but dozer keeps reassuring GingerBrave that he's enough
Dozer's hair is rebel and the only thing that keeps it calm is his beanie and how GingerBrave knows that he keeps hiding it just so he can see his hair
And unlike dozer GingerBrave's hair is PERFECT you'll only find his hair messy if you if you mess it- (which is ironic becuz he's bald in the game-)
Yup my headcannons flew away :]
See y'all next time
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“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”
Ft: Pure Vanilla Cookie, Dark Cacao Cookie, Eclair Cookie, Madeleine Cookie, Espresso Cookie, and Lilac Cookie
A/n: first post back! Wanted to start small with headcanons to get back into the groove before doing full fics again
Pure Vanilla Cookie
He smiles and cups your cheeks. He quickly agrees saying he’d love you no matter what form you have. He’d hold you close and kisses you.
“Of course I’d love you if you were a worm!”
Dark Cacao Cookie
He’d just stare at you, not sure how to answer that question. Are you about to turn into a worm? Is there is something you’re not telling him? Is this a joke? He doesn’t give you clear answer.
“…what?”
Eclair Cookie
He’d stop what he was doing and slowly looked at you. He started to think over history if anyone has turned into a worm. He does look for transformation books, hoping to stop the transformation.
“Are you turning into a worm?!”
Madeleine Cookie
Similar to Pure Vanilla, He’d pick you up and kiss you. He’d hold you close and show off his beautiful smile.
“I’d love you no matter what you look like! But would you love me if I was a worm?”
Espresso Cookie
He makes a disgusted face and shakes his head and continues on with his work. He is very concerned for you and how came up with such an odd question.
“Where did you get that question from? Was it Madeleine Cookie?”
Lilac Cookie
He thinks about how to answer the question. If he says no, you’ll be sad. If he says yes, you’re happy but its weird. He takes a little more time before speaking.
“..Yes..”
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"...And Then There Were None."
(Title inspired from Agatha Christie)
They were the first.
The first five who descended from the Oven above, baked specially by the Witches to lead cookiekind to greater height. Salt was his key ingredient. Solidarity was his purpose.
The rest, each baked specifically by the Witches' taste. One was sweet for pure joy. Another was spice for new evolution. In the end, that was what they were. The first five cookies to lead the other baked goods in Earthbread.
Each of them led their tribe in their own specific way, in their own territory. He heard from the soft murmurs that Mystic Flour had been the leader their depended on, pointing their options and gently cared them with kind gaze. Eternal Sugar had been an optimistic type. There wasn't a single passing day without the blast of music and cheers from her side.
Burning Spice perhaps was the most chaotic. Brimming with chaos and thirst for change. For something new. For something exciting as those eagerness for burning spiciness. Shadow Milk was...eccentric in his own way. Always there to learn something new. Always there with questions in their minds and curiosity of their surroundings.
And his was solidarity. No voices would be unheard. All voices had a chance to speak up and raise their opinions. It was a teamwork community, and he had always prided himself on it. To his people and the rest, he may be silent, yet he was bold and loud at the same time. To his comrades, he was a walking phrase of 'action was louder than word'.
He didn't pay any attention to any of those. He could talk like any other cookies. He just chose not to. He didn't see the need to be seen. He was there for one thing, and that was solidarity.
The Earthbread was peaceful. It was a great time of living. He loved it, although only the closest to him would notice his adoration. He loved where he was now. And with the blade gifted specially from the Witches, he shall use it on his enemies. To those who dared to break the teamwork. To those who silence others. That was the purpose of him and hid blade.
It was peaceful.
Until—
Burning Spice came with a bloody axe and terrified grim. Ashes and smokes trailed after his steps.
There wasn't the need for words to tell what he had done.
"I–I was too excited. They wanted something—anything new and more! I–I tried to fulfill their request, I really did—but..."
He cuts himself off with a hollow gaze. So, so different from the energetic comrade he used to know. Shadow Milk was the first to comfort him. With an assuring smile and twinkling eyes, the blue cookie had told their hollow pal that he could handle it—and he will.
So he watched silently as Shadow Milk walked away. Confidence in his stance, intelligent backing him up. Eternal Sugar had wished him good luck, while Mystic Flour had told him to stay wise. Burning Spice had retreated to a corner, complimenting his unexpected actions.
He stayed silent.
Shadow Milk came back with the same confidence. He had declared that the problem had been settled. Nothing worse will follow after Burning Spice, and Eternal Sugar had thanked the Witches for the continuous peace. Mystic Flour nodded approvingly. Burning Spice had looked relief, yet there was still those that haunted him. His grip on his axe had easened, but he hadn't sheathed it.
And Shadow Milk, was grinning a Cheshire smile. But there was something off. There was uncertainty. There was doubt. He had asked his genius partner about it, but the other only shrugged it off.
"You're thinking too much, friend. And overthinking was Mystic Flour's speciality."
He earned a bark of wood thrown at him. The ever smiling cookie laughed, casually slipping away from him to teetered the pale gold robe cookie. Perhaps Shadow Milk had gone away rather too fast, but he stayed silent.
The peace continued, but it was never for long.
Eternal Sugar came one day, with tiredness in her eyes and less graceful flaps. Her wings were ruffled, no longer it was properly trimmed and brushed.
"I hope they just quit asking me for more! Do they really think I'm available every time? Give me a rest!"
She whined, she wept. Mystic Flour was quick to comfort her, Burning Spice loudly vocalising his ire. Shadow Milk had suggested a few things while slipping in some comforting compliments that they knew could lighten her up.
She was still upset, but she wasn't giving up. With their support, she went back to her territory, with their wishes of luck brought with her.
Then Mystic Flour brought in her troubled mind several days after.
"They should learn to choose their own choice. And went their did, they shouldn't expected me to take care of their action's consequences just because I was the one who gave them suggestion..."
Hers didn't end there.
What happened once, became twice. Then thrice, and so on.
More villages were burned, and more cookies were ignored in their path. No more songs and music without the echoing of shouts and screams. No more knowledge that lead them to genuineness.
He watched. He watched as his fellow comrades fell one by one.
The guilt ridden on Burning Spice had replaced with desire of destruction. Eternal Sugar rather chose, and was doing it, of her own slumber rather than strumming happy tune for her cookies. Mystic Flour became cold to the world, and she closed her eyes for every tears that had shredded around her. Shadow Milk had found fun in playing mind games, carefully crafted twisted plans that led others to deceit.
And he had stayed silent.
He watched as their fell into the pit, fallen down from their original duties and becoming something unimaginable. He had done many things to lift them back up, away from the pit, but their kept falling.
And falling.
And falling.
And falling.
And falling.
The world had started to view them as monsters. As Beasts. No longer that they cheered their names with the words Heroes, but instead screeches of terror in their tone.
He watched, as they further became distant.
When their figures were nearly swallowed by the pit's darkness, under his helmet, he opened his mouth.
They halted.
Shadow Milk was the first to look back.
Perhaps there was desperation evidence in his stature. Or yearning. He wasn't sure, but all he knew that time was just the wish for them to stop moving. Stop going further and — just DON'T.
But they turned back. Mystic Flour was the last to turn her head around. They heard him, but they didn't listen.
Everything changed that day. The cookiekind no longer viewed them as their saviours. Cookies flinched and shuddered when their names were spoken. They cowered when they passed by. They prayed to never stumbled them again, and never ever.
He scoffed at how quickly those cookies turned away from them. Back then, they had been so desperate, so eager, so demanding. The ground Burning Spice stepped on, that they had been worshipped, had become the same ground they vehemently avoid crossing.
Where were those cookies who animatedly praised their saviours? Where were those who had been lost and been guided by his comrades?
Because of them, his comrades had been stirred from their original paths, and yet they chose to fled rather than facing it?
He stayed in silence, and everything began to unfold.
For he had chosen to stay in his own path (even if it felt bigger and barren) and be on his way. For he had chosen to stay silent.
But the others did not.
"Terrible, terrible!"
"Where did our leaders go?"
(He closed his eyes, and opened it again.
The pit was still there.)
"My home was destroyed..."
"That jester had caused us to fight each other!"
(Where was his friends? He can't see them.
He called again and again but never received a reply.
They can't hear him. He was too far away. And the pit was too deep.)
"He lied to us!"
"She thrown us into shambles so heartless..."
(He stood at the edge. Then he sat down. Then he stood back up again.)
"Look at how far they had fallen..."
"So terribly far..."
(Was all this worth it?)
"The heroes left us..."
"Can we still call them our heroes?"
(But,)
"At least, we still got someone..."
(The world may need them as heroes)
"Silent Salt Cookie is still here, right?"
(Yet all he ever wanted was his friends.)
"....right?"
Blade sheated out, and the sharpness became apparent under the moonlight.
He was silent. Not a sound ever coming from him unless he desired it.
(The pit was just a step away from him)
The other cookies should be as well.
(And fall in, he shall be)
(Fallen, they had been)
Strawberry jam dripped down from his sword. Crumbles every on the ground. The whistles of winds and swaying of leaves were what accompanied him that night.
Such quiet, such peace.
Perhaps this was what was best for him. Perhaps silence suits him best rather than solidarity. Perhaps this was what he truly purposed to do. Such loudness of betrayal and cowardice never belong to be in Earthbread.
Even when cookies begged him not too, he believed otherwise. Yes, it was the best choice. It was not perfect, but it was certainly better than before.
Even when the Witches witnessed their choice. Even when humongous forks were raised from the cotton cloud.
He closed his eyes, accepted his fate to be sealed away in a pit prison.
Yet silence had always been his choice.
(For he, too, had fallen.
But at least he saw his friends there.)
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Hellooo :D i'm back with more dozer and GingerBrave headcannons >:] (and Gingerbright at some parts---)
i definitely didn't forget to do this earlier-
But let's start already >:D
Dozer is kind of a coward but if you dare to be mean to GingerBrave he will swear at you so much-
GingerBrave is dumb as fuck-
Dozer likes to go at short walks at night to admire the stars, he sometimes sits down somewhere to stargaze,he'll mostly fall asleep and GingerBrave will have to find him and carry him back home
When dozer falls asleep my dude- NOTHING WAKES HIM UP the world might be falling apart but dozer is there sleeping peacefully, and if you luckily or unluckily wakes him up you won't get the usual sleepy dozer, you'll get a grumpy old man-
If GingerBrave and dozer fight you'll see them both trying their best to ignore each other but they fail miserably and start apologizing instantly
BUT! If dozer is angry at GingerBrave, you'll find dozer making poor impressions of GingerBrave
If dozer was in kingdom he would probably be a support cookie
GingerBrave dozer and Gingerbright have powers since they are all made of the same dough but they didn't find that out yet (cough that headcannon is going to appear in my cookie run fanfic cough cough-)
GingerBrave and dozer basically adopted Gingerbright as their little sister
GingerBrave has a really nice singing voice since he used to sing to dozer to calm him down while they where trying to escape the witch's kitchen (GingerBrave made his own lullaby to dozer)
Dozer is like a cat- you'll find him sleeping in the most unusual places-
GingerBrave:dozer what are you doing-
Dozer:sleeping...?
GingerBrave: yeah i see that but why on top on the fridge-
MY PHONE IS DYING AGAIN- BUT I'LL POST PART 3 SOON I PROMISE THIS TIME-
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Baker & Roses
Pairing: Clover, Herb, Pure Vanilla, Lilac, Sparkling, Hollyberry, and baker! Reader
Summary: What if baker! reader give some of the cookies a bouquet of roses?
• Clover and Herb would accept them with a smile and giving you a hug! Probably invite you out to a day in the forest. Clover would play music while you and herb dance around to the tunes.
Clover: “Heres a tune, I hope you love Baker!”
Herb: “come dance in the flowers with my baker!”
• Pure Vanilla Is gonna blush and store the roses somewhere safe. He’ll get you gifts the next day, something big and bold to show how much he loves you.
“Baker! Theres a room full of gifts, I picked them all out myself. I hope all of them are to your liking.”
• Lilac took the roses and found a way for them to never wilt away. He wears one in his hair and stores the others away. He places a bouquet of lilacs in your room with a note the following night. Many ask why he suddenly wears a rose.
“Why do I wear a rose now? Baker has given it to me, so I will cherish it and keep it safe.”
• Sparkling would place the roses in the bar! You have a designated spot where you sit every time, and no one is aloud to sit in it besides you. He places the vase next to it. As a gift back he makes a drink dedicated to you and named after you.
“Ah, Baker! Here, try this drink. I based it off of you, its named (name)!”
• Hollyberry would place the flowers in your and her hair. She’d invite you to come drink with her as a token of her appreciation.
“Lets have a drink! To our dear Bakers gift!”
Taglist:
@cosmolumine @sorbella @n0n-gh0stn4ry
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