𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋 𝐈𝐓 ! || 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅𝐅 - 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋 || A typical isekai fic that sometimes doesn't take itself too seriously, where you, the reader, get transported to the world of Cookie Run Kingdom after taking a tumble down a flight of stairs, which ends up thrusting you straight into the Vanilla Kingdom against your will. Thing is, your presence isn't exactly expected, and the world including its countless cookie characters are affected by your existence in this world. Especially because all these familiar characters seem to think you have something to do with the witches of all people, since you clearly seem to have an infinite amount of knowledge when it comes to the future. Which.. totally doesn't place a massive target on your back for both good and evil. What could possibly go wrong here? COOKIE RUN KINGDOM READER INSERT Also posted on Quotev and AO3.

Story cover by Ceasy Cheesy. You are a college student who play CRK. One day, while on your way to university and doing your daily grind on your phone, you weren't paying attention and ended up dying in the funniest way possible. You then get reincarnated to Earthbread with body of a Cookie. Now you are in Earthbread and you have no idea what to do. But the good news is that you still have your phone with you. And what you didn't expect is that the phone can summon Cookies you own in the game and they KNOW you are their Baker. Follow our Baker and his Cookies as they will go on an epic adventure with Gingerbrave's gang to stop Cookies of Darkness and Dark Enchantress Cookie! Note: - This idea is inspired by @lavender-butterfly-cookie on Tumblr and @MareuBondad , @_k1rb_ on Wattpad, huge shoutout to them! - The instrutive thought is telling me to write this story, send help please. - Expect grammar error cuz I'm not native English speaker (I'm Asian, duh!) but hopefully you guys can understand it. - Lots of references so don't look at me with disgust! - This is my first work so if you have criticism, feel free to comment about it. I will try to improve it. (which is never :)))) but yeah) - Update depends on my motivation or every Sunday.

He stammered in surprise, before the girl leaned over your lap, "Suck it, monkey boy! We've had so much fun without you-" "We've literally just been sitting here, listening to music." You received a light smack on the back of your head for ruining her bragging, cheekily grinning back. - A collection of short stories following you, alongside the characters of Lego Monkie Kid. requests are open, but not guaranteed to be answered.

Macaque shows up to Flower Fruit Mountain injured, confused, and verbally unresponsive. This is incredibly concerning for the Great Sage. Things you should know about this fic: 1) Fanfic not mine. It belongs to : MayhemMoth on A03 2) Sun Wukong and Macaque are brothers in this, so no shadowpeach 3) Blood / Mentioned death

Thousands of years, when the stars fell and the mountain erupted, a child of light shot from the heavens and landed in the world of Metrapolis. A goddess called Aurora, now has a descendant of a small innocent child of light...the last of the sky children is roaming around the city.. Before she bumps into a certain gentle blue giant, her life changed forever.

Have you ever looked at something and think: 'How different everything was back in the day...' Of course, you had. The news headlines about newly discovered fossils, the little time capsules your parents helped you with as a kid, or maybe that preserved family cookbook that your great-great-great-great grandmother made. And after years and years have passed, you'd find them resurfacing again. You'd look back and think about how much everything changed since then. The technology, the beliefs, the...well, everything. Maybe you would even find yourself cringing at the amount of happy meal toys you stuffed in there. Typically, something has to be preserved very well for that to happen. Going back to the previous examples, this is no problem for fossils, or time capsules, or cookbooks. But humans don't typically resurface from the ocean, alive and well after who knows how many years. Nor do they find themselves lying on the shore of another country and live to tell the tale. And they definitely don't suddenly wake up to find out that talking monkeys, buff bulls, and what have you exists. ...So what made you different? (Art belongs to me)