#Can we get more Tower of Adventures Cookies?

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General Iroh's Voyage: A Tumblr Choose Your Own Adventure Novel, Pt. 2

So! I'm trying something a little different here. I'm intrigued by the idea of Tumblr polls and their use to create a more interactive story. I also think Iroh II needs a side quest. What does he get up to when we don't see him on screen? Let's find out - and you can help decide his fate!

Part 1

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Iroh adjusted the bag on his shoulder and ventured a final backward glance at the shining towers of Republic City and all he'd be leaving behind during the three months he'd be away. He wasn't concerned about missing his departure. It was, after all, his ship. As prince, he'd been entitled to any number of ostentatiously gilded royal vessels to convey him to and fro to the Fire Nation and to the surprise of no one who knew him well had instead purchased the little light cruiser for himself. Iroh hated the idea of being ferried about by his mother's guards almost as much as he hated gilding. If he must go home, he would do it on his own ship, via his own route, commanding a crew of competent sailors who wouldn't have orders to keep him at a safe and utterly dull 15 knots the whole way.

Once swiftly settled in his cabin, Iroh had a quick word with the captain before returning to the deck for their departure. The engines rumbled to life just as a young steward offered him a glass of iced mango juice and two of his favorite type of lemon cookie. It was, after all, his ship, and he'd had it well-stocked to his liking. Iroh stood on the deck sipping his juice and munching his cookies with the wind in his face long after Republic City faded into the haze on the horizon.

He dined that night alone, again on the deck - Iroh had a horrible habit of feeling queasy the first few days of a voyage in spite of his chosen career - and slowly felt his usual responsibilities slip from his square shoulders. The comfortable civilian suit he'd donned after their departure was as much symbolic as it was practical. As he tucked the final bite of sadly bland stomach-settling rice into his mouth Iroh reflected that the week's voyage between the United Republic and Caldera was one of the few times in his adult life he was truly free. No army. No royalty. Out here he was only Iroh, accountable to and responsible for no one.

And what Iroh wanted was another cookie.

He looked down at his flat stomach. "Extra workout tomorrow, then," he muttered, knowing it was unlikely but feeling the need to say it out loud anyway. Then he stood, pushed in his chair, and made his way down to the food stores.

Iroh's hand was nearly on the handle when he heard it. A faint shuffle, followed by a scrape. He stilled, straining his ears as he honed his concentration. Perhaps thirty seconds passed in silence before he heard it again. A faint, but absolutely audible, crunch. Iroh frowned, pushing fire into his left hand as his right quietly gripped the handle to the food stores. It could be one of the crew, of course, but there should be no need to reorganize the pantry this soon after departure and anyway, why would they close the door?

He turned the handle as softly as he could, waited, then yanked the door open. There was a startled squeak as a box dropped to the floor.

The fire flared in Iroh's hand. "What in Agni's name are you doing here?"

[bubbleaestheticnikkitea]

" If you think I'm all soft, you'll pay dearly! "

I just can't believe that Cream Soda Cookie has come to the Kingdom in the 1st Anniversary of Tower of Adventures collab and also Ovenbreak. First she came to Ovenbreak and now Kingdom; it was amazing as it is. Hope you love my artwork of this sword wielding water girl this time.

Also I would get to shipped her with her childhood friend, Cherry Cola Cookie!

[luxdove]

Remember me!

(Shadow Milk Cookie x Reader)

Notes: Reader cookie is inspired by Don Quixote from the game Limbus Company and not from the actual book since I have never read the actual book

Since I’m also terrible at writing I’m mainly laying down points and not an actual story format? English is not my first language pls be kind cuz I low key got no idea how to type a story and also these characters might be OOC

Also reader is gender neutral and this is my first story I’ve ever posted 😭

This is also not even proof read and honestly I felt this went all over the place so I apologize if it doesn’t sound great😭

Cw: Hypnosis, memory loss (idk what else to say for warnings)

You don’t remember anything from your past, you kinda just grew up living inside of this tower

But you weren’t lonely! No no! Well actually you were since no one would visit you however! You had tons of books! And would often dreamt yourself to be the greatest cookie knight of all of Earthbread!

It didn’t matter if you seemingly had an endless supply of books, they just never seem to get boring no matter how many times you have reread them!

However one day a knock followed by a crash of the broken door happened, this day was special since it marked your day of freedom from the loneliness imprisonment!

“Oh sorry we knocked your door down…” the cookie with a cane said sympathetically

“It is no worries! What is thou name?!” You exclaimed happy to see more cookies in existence, Gingerbread cookie looks a bit confused as he wonders why you spoke in the old language but he shook it off and tried to understand what you said

“My name is gingerbread cookie! And these are my friends Strawberry cookie, wizard cookie, Custard cookie, Chili cookie, and Pure Vanilla cookie!” Gingerbread Cookie introduced everyone. “What is yours?”

“Thy name…?” You thought about it, you actually don’t remember your name. You looked around and noticed a mail that was addressed to this tower and it said. “Blueberry Milk Cookie…” you muttered “forsooth! Thy name is Blueberry milk cookie!” You confirmed, after all the mail seemed to be addressed to you so surely that’s your name right?

“Well Blueberry milk cookie, would you like to join us on our journey?” Gingerbread cookie asked and you started squealing in excitement. Never had your eyes had shown such bright and shiny stars within it.

“May I?” You asked to confirmed and they nodded. Indeed this was the best day ever.

It’s been a good long while ever since you joined them; you helped them build up a kingdom while meeting new cookies on your journeys. However after meeting all the Ancient cookies in Crispia you decided to hold back for a while to focus on yourself. After the group came back from meeting 2 Beast cookies you decided to take the offer and join them on their journey since you were always excited for a new adventure or journey, after all this is progress for you to become the best cookie knight in earthbread!

“Gingerbread Cookie Esquire! May I ponder where we are headed off to?” You asked

“We’re going to Beast Yeast to beat Shadow Milk Cookie once and for all!” Gingerbread cookie answered, you didn’t join them from their past journeys in beast yeast due to you signing up for random things to occupy your time in hopes it can make you stronger

“Shadow milk cookie..? Hm…where has thou heard such name…?” You muttered as you thought, somehow the name seems familiar to you yet you have never seen this cookie before. “Oh! Yes! Shadow Milk Cookie! I hath read such books and scrolls of the legends of the Beasts!” You exclaimed

“Ah…so you have heard the stories then right Blueberry Milk Cookie?” Pure Vanilla Cookie asked with his kind smile while you nodded vigorously

“Forsooth! Pure Vanilla Cookie Esquire! It ought to be foolish of me to not know such rich stories soaked in knowledge of the old!” You exclaimed “After all! Thou art wished to become the greatest cookie knight in earth bread!”

Everyone laughed while you smiled in glee, after all you sounded like you were stuck in some childhood fantasy with childlike innocence of the world even though you were already exposed to such environments and topics. It was just nice to hear such childlike dreams from the group while they adventured off into a more dark turn.

You guys were enjoying your time while walking down the path towards the Spire of Knowledge, that wasn’t until you guys heard a mischievous laughter.

“That laugh! It’s Shadow Milk Cookie!” Gingerbread Cookie exclaimed as they all went into ready to fight stances as Shadow Milk Cookie appeared.

“Oh if isn’t it my favorite audience to mess with- wait who is this newbie” Shadow Milk Cookie eyed you

“Tis is I! Blueberry Milk Cookie!” You introduced yourself “For thou wishst to become the greatest knight of all of earthbread!”

Shadow Milk Cookie stared at you for a good minute or two, ah yes now he remembered you- but how do you not remember him?

“Blueberry Milk Cookie….huh” Shadow Milk Cookie had a thinking face on as he floated in the air.

“Forsooth! However one of thy missions is to defeat thee!” You exclaimed with shining stars within your eyes as you pointed your lance towards him. Ah, how Shadow Milk Cookie missed those eyes of innocence- it seemed you kept them after all those years.

“Defeat me? HA! Sorry newbie but I! Am the star of the show! And you all are within my stage!” Shadow Milk Cookie exclaimed with a prideful grin. Suddenly a whole rush of monsters and corrupted animals started heading towards you guy’s way.

“Ooooo lookie lookie I guess times up for the next act! Welp toodles! Have fffuuuuunnn~” Shadow Milk Cookie bowed while topping his hat off while he poof-disappeared again.

“That COOKIE!” Gingerbread Cookie gritted his teeth.

“It’s alright Gingerbread Cookie, perhaps we’ll face him again sometime in the future” Pure Vanilla Cookie patted him calmly.

“Indeed Gingerbread Cookie Esquire! After all the Spire of Knowledge is not too far away! Perhaps thee villain rests thou chambers within there!” You exclaimed happily to finally meet one of the Beasts face to face

“Villain?” Pure Vanilla Cookie questioned

“Forsooth! Villain! Is thee Shadow Milk Cookie not thee villain?” You questioned

“Hmmm…maybe but there might be a reason for him to be like that” Pure Vanilla Cookie said wisely, however within your eyes the Beasts have gone far past redemption and are now marked as villains within your book. Now it is your job to defeat such villains!

Then Shadow Milk Cookie greeted you guys because otherwise he would be called a “terrible host” for not greeting his audience and actors. Then you guys just walked all over the place because the palace just seems too confusing! Left is right, right is left, up is down, down is up! There’s literally stairs that are upside down! How on earthbread would you even know where you’re going?!

However as expected you all have lost each other, surprisingly not because of the lay out of the palace no, no.

It was all because Shadow Milk Cookie didn’t think it was entertaining enough so he just decided to split up everyone just for the fun of it.

“GINGERBREAD COOKIE ESQUIRE!!!!! TO WHERE IN EARTHBREAD HAST THOU DISAPPEARED!!!” You yelled out.

“PURE VANILLA COOKIE ESQUIRE!!! TO WHERE HAST THOU-“ you were about to yell out again but a hand covered your mouth.

“By WITCHES do you ever keep your voice DOWN?” A voice that is instantly recognizable and undoubtedly was from Shadow Milk Cookie said in annoyance, however that annoyance was replaced by a smile filled with mischief. “It’s alright you silly Willy! Since it’s you I’ll not do anything”

“Ah! It is thee! Villain!” Your eyes shined with stars in them again as Shadow Milk Cookie face softened, oh boy does he feel somewhat bad for what he’s going to do soon but…he has to, to bring you towards the truth and not live in such a fake reality without knowing just…well you know just a tiny winy bit of information- nothing that would certainly hurt you of course.

“Tis is I! Blueberry Milk Cookie! For thy-“ you were introducing yourself again but suddenly got interrupted by Shadow Milk Cookie.

“Y/n cookie” Shadow Milk Cookie corrected

You looked at him in confusion “Thy name is not Y/N cookie…? Thy name is Blueberry Milk Cookie!”

Shadow Milk cookie didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry at that statement “oh you silly willy! That is my old name not yours!” Shadow Milk Cookie barked in laughter

You were in disbelief, perhaps there was more to your life than you could have thought?

“Oh the look of distraught! But who am I to blame? Of course the witches fault! After all they did remove your memories old friend!” Shadow Milk Cookie laughed

Your eyes widen at the news. Your memories were removed? And you were friends Shadow milk cookie back then?

“You villain! I shan’t hath companionship with the villain!” You shouted in disbelief, there was just no way

“Hm? Don’t believe me? Well…” suddenly your limbs get caught in strings making you unable to move any of them and making your body dangle above air. Shadow milk cookie float towards you, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at his eyes, hypnotizing you. “Look into my eyes, breathe in calmly” Shadow milk cookie said in a calm voice

You tried resisting you really did, but when you tried to close your eyes Shadow milk cookie literally used his other hand to force your eye to look into his eyes and then your eyes started to close

“No! I shan’t fallen for the villain’s trap! I shall..! Not…! Fall…len…” then your head lowers as your eyes closed off into a festering, slothful dream controlled by Shadow milk cookie

“Hm…well hopefully this dream will make you remember and get you back into your senses dear friend” Shadow milk cookie muttered as he disappeared off to check into his audience wondering how they were doing so far

You couldn’t believe it, these memories…they must be fake

All these lies that you have fed to yourself because you couldn’t remember your past

You were friends with all the villains it seems

You were there when they were created

You were there when they all started their kingdoms

You were there when they slowly got corrupted, also dragging you to also become corrupted

You were there when they were imprisoned by the witches themselves

You tried,cried, and begged the witches to release your friends, swear to curse them somehow if they don’t

The witches being the evil that they are, removed your memories of such events

The faerie cookies grabbed your body and sealed you inside of a tower so it wouldn’t be opened by the inside however it could be opened by the outside

Did you knew too much that the witches made you to lose your memories…? You couldn’t forgive yourself after seeing memories like these, but at the same time you don’t believe it- you just couldn’t!

“Still in disbelief dear?” Shadow Milk Cookie said as he noticed your disturbed expression, you haven’t woken up too long ago “Well I’m sure this photo will help you” shadow milk cookie said as he hands you over an old picture

No…

No! This can’t be true!

The photo of you smiling along with these villains! This was your pushing point and this finally broke you and shattered the reality you thought was true

“That’s enough!” A somewhat muffled voice followed by a broken door “shadow milk cookie this ends now!” Pure vanilla cookie yelled as he pointed his staff to Shadow milk cookie and shoot, however Shadow Milk Cookie effortlessly dodged the attack

“Blueberry milk cookie!” Gingerbread cookie exclaimed “you’re safe!”

“…” you stood there in silence as your eyes were focused on the photo

“Blueberry milk cookie?” Strawberry cookie said as she carefully approaches

“My name is…Y/N cookie” your voiced sound like you went through 9 stages of grief and was broken “my name was never Blueberry milk cookie”

“Blueberry milk cookie?! What are you saying?” Gingerbread cookie “snap out of it! Shadow Milk Cookie fed you lies!”

“Ohohoho! But these are not lies you see!” Shadow milk cookie exclaimed with an uncanny grin “I just showed them the truth!” As he hugged you and rested his head at your neck from behind you while you look down in either shame or despair

“It’s true…my past…I was with them…I was one of them” you answered softly, your eyes that are now dull and seems to have swirls of blue due to the hypnosis of Shadow Milk Cookie- after all he didn’t necessarily fed you the whole truth, just enough to bring you back to his side and then fed you lies

“You cookies however….” You pointed your lance at your once comrades “have been feeding me lies!” Your face full of rage and distrust

“What are you saying?! We haven’t lied about anything!” Gingerbread cookie exclaimed

“Y/N cookie! Please I believe you can see through Shadow Milk Cookie’s deception and see the whole truth!” Pure Vanilla Cookie exclaimed in worry; hoping they can get it through your head the real truth because after all- they haven’t said one ounce of lies and have only spoken the truth so far. So why were you acting like this?

“Lies, lies, lies, lies…it’s all lies with you! You knew who I was and were sent with a mission by the witches themselves to make sure I don’t remember the past!” You roared in anger, seemingly to believe the lies that Shadow Milk Cookie planted along with those memories.

“Hahaha! Oh how this is sooooooo entertaining to watch! Look how wonderful the curtains have fallen as the truth comes out from hiding!” Shadow Milk Cookie laughed in pure entertainment. “Go on Y/N Cookie….

Kill them” he commanded

You listened as if on queue you rushed towards them with your lance, but before you managed to crack or crumble a single cookie, Pure Vanilla cookie teleported them away.

“Aw crumbs! I wanted to see them crumble! Boooooo!” Shadow Milk Cookie pouted “I guess it’s alright since I have you now!” He smiled with his unhinged smile again as he looks at you. Man you look exhausted with all this information poured upon you at once. “How about we catch up hmmmmm? Just like old times” Shadow Milk Cookie grinned.

“I suppose…that’s alright…” you muttered

“Won-der-ful! Now now where do we start?” Shadow Milk Cookie wondered

Part 2 -> here

But low key I started cringing cuz idk what I was doing 😭 cuz I was working on this all day but started working in different parts of the story throughout the day

But anyways I hope you like it, like I said this is NOT proof read nor do I KNOW what I’m doing

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Unrequited Love - Part Two

Pure Vanilla Cookie has always had more questions than answers. No matter how hard he tries, once he finds an answer, another doubt will surface in his mind. And that usually motivates him to keep going, but right now he isn’t sure if you want to answer his questions. 

 

He has noticed how your mind has been wandering somewhere far away from them, from him. The way you don’t look at White Lily Cookie in the eye and seem to avoid eye contact with him as much as possible. Pure Vanilla reasons that you are upset; that much is known. 

 

GingerBrave is worried about you; he told him how he found you troubled in the middle of the night. And he told him to keep this to himself to not worry everyone else, reassuring him that he would talk to you. But a part of him is a bit reluctant to do so, especially now that you’re all going to The Spire Of All Knowledge, to annoy you even more. 

 

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Apple Fairy Cookie has kindly led you all to an inn in the middle of the woods. She doesn’t give you a good feeling, you think. You figure that it’s her high-pitched voice or the way that it’s really obvious how she’s scheming something, and you’re uneasy. So you abruptly get up to go outside, praying that nobody calls you out on it. 

 

“[name] Cookie? Is everything…” White Lily Cookie seems to think for a brief moment. “I mean, are you going somewhere? Would you like company?” 

 

You appreciate the effort she puts into trying to act as if you’re friends. And that, strangely enough, makes you a bit more frustrated, so you hide your hands behind you and feel how your fingernails dig into your palms. “I’ll be just outside; please don’t worry, and… I—I don’t need company.” So you get out of the inn and walk for a bit, not too far away, but far enough so that you’re alone. 

 

Fresh air always calms you down, so you sit down on the floor and close your eyes while hugging your knees, to comfort yourself for a while. A minute or two passes, and you feel something poking at your leg. Startled, you speak before comprehending that facing you is not a Cookie but a cute blue rag doll. “What do you—who? Uh…” You’re not sure of what to do, and before you can question its provenance, its little hands offer you an alluring and stunning gem hair clip—blue as well. You notice how the doll has a ringmaster suit and a jester hat that reminds you of him.

 

“Oh my…Is this for me?” The little doll nods profusely. “… Thank you, but… I don’t have anything I can give you in return, you know that, right?” It doesn’t seem to matter because the blue rag doll puts the hair clip in your hands and bows dramatically like a host of some sort before disappearing. 

 

“…” 

 

“[Name] Cookie!!” You hear your name being called, and GingerBrave is happily waving at you. “Come on, we’re going to the tower! Time for an adventure.” A smile makes its way into your face, and it feels the most genuine for the first time in a long time. As you walk towards the group, you put on the beautiful hair clip. Not realizing who could have made it reach you, or rather, not caring anymore. 

 

Apple Faerie Cookie squeals when she sees the ornament placed on your hair. “So pretty!! How did you get it, [Name] Cookie?” 

 

“Oh, this? A kind villager gifted me this hair clip. The nicest Cookie I’ve ever met, I must say.” You lie, and almost miss the smug smirk that appears on Apple Faerie Cookie’s face. “But enough of that! We have a place to explore, isn’t that right, Pure Vanilla Cookie?” 

 

“R-Right, well, shall we get going now?” Pure Vanilla answers, though he seems a bit fixated on the blue gem decorating your hair. In the background, you hear GingerBrave, Strawberry, and Wizard Cookie expressing their eagerness to learn as much as possible. 

 

While you all continue on the path that Apple Faerie Cookie leads, a feeling of contentment fills your heart, and you find yourself waiting for something to happen. All while White Lily Cookie observes how the ornament on your head starts shining even more brightly every time you all get closer to the tower.  

Thank you all for reading!! And for the support on my first fic ever. I’ve written this inspired by the last episode of Beast-Yeast, so if you want to understand this a bit better you should play it! So, there won't be a part 3 but I do have some ideas for some drabbles.

Chapter 3 - Part 1

[fluffystuffies]

Songs of Joy and Laughter [Cookie Run]

Summary: Some time has passed since the rift incident and Greenbell Cookie is more than happy to spend some time with her best friend. Unfortunately, the event still effects her (and Whiteberry Cookie) to some degree. On the fortunate side of things, Whiteberry Cookie remembers a certain thing the two of them used to do, which is perfect for cheering up!

Words: 5913

hello hello! i started playing Tower of Adventures a little while ago and i absolutely LOVED the Greenbell Cookie event-aaand then I got this idea and had to write it out- still very new to Cookie Run so first tickle fic for this game time yay! (also the actual tickling part doesn't start until like 2k words in cause i like to take my time with these kdjgkdj and a little hurt/comfort in the beginning for the soul-)

anyways, enjoy! :D

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A cool breeze ran its way through the soft blades of grass adorning Windy Hill, swaying them so gently one would think the hill’s namesake itself was caressing them like a hand would over a drowsing bread cat. If one listened closely, perhaps they could hear a rhythm within the subtle taps of the grass blades towards one another.

Greenbell Cookie could faintly make out a basic rhythm within the breeze, her teal-green eyecing squinting as she attempted to visualize it onto a music sheet. It was a shaky image, as she was musically skilled, but her ability to actually compose her own music waned in comparison to bringing laid out music sheets to life (her best friend was more fitted for composing).

Even so, she found herself humming the notes she could see, eyecing closing contentedly as the breeze lightly lifted her light green hair.

“That’s a nice melody.”

Greenbell Cookie squeaked, her humming abruptly cutting itself off. “Ah-!” Jam rushed to her face as she remembered that she wasn’t alone.

There was a light chuckle from beside her, belonging to Whiteberry Cookie, her closest friend, soothing green eyecing squinted in amusement. “Startled you, did I?”

Greenbell Cookie’s face somehow became even redder. “Of course you did! You know you did!” she pouted, lightly pushing against her friend’s shoulder. It barely made him move.

Another light laugh left him. “Anyways…where did you hear that melody?” he inquired, still smiling. “It doesn’t sound like any of the songs we’ve done recently.”

“Ah! Um, well, I heard a rhythm in the breeze and I was, um, trying to hum it…” She felt a little silly explaining it like that, feeling her face warm even further and faintly wondering just how red it could truly become.

It wasn’t helped by the laughter that once again sprouted from Whiteberry Cookie, his shoulders shaking.

“Hey, don’t laugh! I thought it was a nice melody!” Greenbell Cookie protested, pout deepening.

“No no, I’m not laughing at you! I do the same thing. Why do you think this is my favorite place to write the songs you all play?” Whiteberry Cookie explained, hugging his ever-present book (turned folder by this point from how many music sheets he stuffed into it on a regular basis) to his chest.

“Oh!” Greenbell Cookie vocalized, embarrassment for a different reason blooming on her face. “Right.”

Whiteberry Cookie once again chuckled. “Your face is all red again,” he commented, nearly laughing again at the resulting squinted look on his friend’s face.

“Oh, shush!” Greenbell Cookie said with a small smile that she couldn’t stop from emerging. Her face finally cooled down as she hummed. “I only wish I could write it down like you can.”

“It takes some time to get a creative flow going for sure. But if you decided to take it up, I’m sure you’d get the hang of it in no time.” It was a statement said with all amounts of sincerity and an equally gentle smile.

“Maybe…” Greenbell Cookie mumbled, frowning in thought for a moment. “Though I guess for now, we leave the composing to you!” she finished with a smile.

“Happy to be here,” Whiteberry Cookie responded in kind with a small mock half-bow, drawing a small giggle out of his friend. 

After a moment, his eyecing drifted to the sky and Greenbell Cookie watched as he settled down on the ground, adjusting his wings as he laid there, book still clutched in his arms. 

Greenbell Cookie didn’t waste a second and followed his lead, the back of her head hitting the grass. She wiggled slightly to get comfortable with her wings then let her eyecing move in the same direction as his.

“It’s been a while since we’ve done this, huh?” the berry-infused cookie stated after a moment.

Greenbell Cookie hummed, “I suppose it has…” She paused. “I wonder if I can find a cloud that looks like a cake hound like that one time…”

“You mean the squashed Bear Jelly?” Whiteberry Cookie asked immediately with a mildly amused look in her direction.

“It looked like a cake hound when I was looking at it, I swear!” the flower-inspired cookie replied with faux-annoyance and another weak push to her friend’s shoulder.

Whiteberry Cookie just gave another light laugh, soon going back to watching the bright blue sky and the puffy white shapes that trudged their way through it.

Neither one of them spoke for a few minutes. The only sound that traveled through either of their ears was the soft breeze that continuously made its path across the hill that earned its name through it.

Greenbell Cookie found herself closing her eyecing after a while, sighing contentedly. It had been some time since she had allowed herself to relax as much as this. Even when she was having fun with her other bandmates, there was always a nagging in the back of her head that made her a little too watchful of her movements. Or made her self-conscious if she spoke or hummed too loud. Then she would start thinking about other cookies watching her and she would find herself red in the face and unable to speak above a whisper.

Here, she was within the comfort of her best friend and their mutual, yet quiet banter. It was nice.

Eyecing still closed, she reached out to her side for her friend.

Her hand met the grass and her fingers fumbled around for the cookie she was feeling for, face scrunching up until her eyecing shot open and she sat up with a panicked noise. “Whiteberry Cookie?!” she called out in a rush, looking from side to side.

She stopped when her eyecing landed on the cookie she was looking for, right where he had been prior, just having moved just out of her reach. 

His book was on the ground beside him and in his right hand he held a small, yellow flower that looked freshly picked. His eyecing were widened slightly, probably at her reaction.

Greenbell Cookie felt jam rise to give her face a deeply flushed color. Oh. Right. She was–Whiteberry Cookie was–

Right. They were…out. He was there and so was she. They were out.

The flower-inspired cookie lowered her gaze to the grass, running a hand over it. The red gradually began to leave her face, disappearing just enough to give her a rosy complexion rather than a cherry one.

Admittedly, it hadn’t been long since they had both escaped the rift. Maybe two weeks at most. And while Greenbell Cookie had improved considerably from checking up on her friend every chance she got to make sure he wasn’t gone again, she still had moments.

She could still remember every route she had taken to find him. Every route that had led her to a moment of terror before the sparkle and shine of the star brought her back to the hills. She could remember the taunting of the illusions the labyrinth had conjured, never touching and only watching, pale imitations of the cookie she wanted to save. She could remember the falsity that had taken her friend’s dough, muttering her name like a mantra and hugging her close as though she would disappear if it didn’t. She could remember forgetting and the consequences of remembering as it sunk her down.

She had nightmares of those times. Even more so nightmares of Whiteberry Cookie forgetting her. Of the cookie she had known for years looking at her as though she were a complete stranger. Somehow, those were the worst ones.

“Greenbell Cookie? Are you alright?”

Said cookie jumped slightly, looking at her friend for a few seconds, then down at the ground once more. She considered explaining but from the way she felt her throat closing up and how her eyecing was growing misty, she had a feeling she wouldn’t be able to get the words out at the moment. At least not without a sob escaping her first.

And honestly…she just wanted to hug him. To make sure he was there. To make sure she hadn’t woken up to another loop.

She looked back up, her lips trembling as she held her arms out.

Whiteberry Cookie’s face grew concerned. Then his eyecing widened slightly as realization came over him. “Oh.” He frowned, immediately scooting over and wrapping his arms around her, allowing her to hold onto him.

Greenbell Cookie let a shaky sigh escape her as she sank into her friend, comforted just by the fact that she could do this. If she hadn’t found him…

She hugged him tighter. She had found him. He was here and so was she. The rift had closed and neither one of them were ever going near another one again.

“Are you okay?” Whiteberry Cookie asked after a moment, loosening the hug slightly but not letting go. 

Greenbell Cookie swallowed, hesitating on speaking. “I…thought I had woken up and you were still…” she trailed off.

“I’m not anymore,” Whiteberry Cookie responded almost immediately, adjusting slightly. “You saved me, remember? I’m here now and I owe it all to you, Greenbell Cookie.”

“I remember…” And she was more appreciative now than ever that she did. Every memory she had ever had was one she held close to her being now, knowing the disorienting cloudiness that came with forgetting everything. “I-I should be braver now but…I’m still scared,” she admitted, breath hitching as her vision blurred.

“That’s alright. I don’t think anyone can just…get braver just like that. But you still went through all of that, and we’re both here now because you pushed through your fear,” Whiteberry Cookie said, leaning his head on hers. “If it…makes it any better, I was scared too.” Greenbell Cookie perked up in surprise at that, sniffling. “I had faith in you, but…I was scared when I forgot your name. Then I started to forget other things, like my favorite color, favorite food…and…I was scared that I was starting to fear less because of it,” he confessed.

“Oh…” was all Greenbell Cookie could say. She hugged him tighter as she tried to get more words out. “I forgot a lot while I was in there but…you were in there the whole time. I already know it was scary…”

“It still kind of is. I guess we’re both still trying to be brave,” Whiteberry Cookie said with a small chuckle. “...are you feeling any better?” he asked after a moment, concern evident in his tone.

Greenbell Cookie thought about letting her friend go, but the thought of him being just out of her reach once more just made tears well up in her eyecing again. “J-just…a little longer…” she responded, voice wavering.

Whiteberry Cookie leaned back into her with a soft exhale. “Okay.”

She felt a hand slowly rub up and down her back as she struggled to keep herself from outright crying. “I-I’m just really glad I found you…” she whispered, finding that was as loud as she could go.

“Me too,” Whiteberry Cookie replied softly.

There was silence for a couple minutes, save for Greenbell Cookie’s poorly-muffled sniffling. Then she reached up around Whiteberry Cookie’s arm to wipe at her eyecing, breathing shakily.

“O-okay, I think I’m okay…” she said, letting go and continuing to rub away her tears.

“You sure?” the berry-infused cookie asked, furrowing his brows. His arms were still slightly raised as though he were ready to supply another hug if needed.

Greenbell Cookie just nodded with a watery smile. “Y-yeah. I just want to enjoy the rest of the afternoon with you.” It would do her no good to think about possibilities that wouldn’t happen. At least not now. Not when she was trying to relax.

Whiteberry Cookie frowned for a moment, then relaxed his expression, smiling softly. “Do you want to lay back down? Maybe we can spot the squashed head of one of our bandmates,” he joked lightly.

The flower-inspired cookie gave a wet giggle, swiping at her eyecing once more. “Enough with the squashed comments! One is enough!”

“Never,” he responded simply and laid back down, his friend following suit.

Though with every poorly-hidden sniffle that escaped his friend, he couldn’t help his eyecing darting over in concern. While the statement of wanting to enjoy the afternoon wasn’t untrue, he wasn’t entirely convinced of how content she was. The last thing he wanted was for his best friend, the one who had gone through all that strife just to find him (she had spilled everything that she could remember to him the moment they had both had an afternoon of quiet. She had cried then too), was for her to be unhappy. 

The first thing he thought of was to give her another song he wrote, but he didn’t have any current ideas and he briefly wondered if it was too soon after the last incident. He was…also worried that his determination to get his friend a gift would be the cause of another unfortunate accident.

Whiteberry Cookie hummed as he lightly ran his hand over the grass beneath him, flinching at the weird sensation before perking up with an idea. A small smile made its way onto his face before he dropped it into a neutral expression, looking over at his friend.

Greenbell Cookie felt…mostly calm now, though her eyecing still felt puffy and sore from the crying she had been unable to stop. 

“Greenbell Cookie?” 

Said cookie full-body flinched at the sudden address before she looked over at the cookie next to her. “Hm?” she wordlessly questioned with a hum.

“Could I…have another hug?” Whiteberry Cookie asked, almost timidly.

Greenbell Cookie’s eyecing widened slightly. Her friend was hardly ever timid asking for things like that. Moreso, it was rare for him to ask for affection in general. Not that he disliked it! He was just content with others coming to him rather than him taking the initiative.

Keeping all that in mind, how could she possibly refuse him?

“Of course,” Greenbell Cookie said as sat up with a small smile and held out her arms, watching her friend sit up with a similar expression. Then he moved closer and she wrapped her arms around him, feeling him do the same.

She smiled blissfully, resting her chin on his shoulder. 

Then she felt his arms move to wrap themselves around her further and she furrowed her brows in mild confusion. 

Before flinching violently when she felt his hands wiggle themselves against her sides. Her eyecing went wide as they both stilled. “Whiteberry Cookieee…” she uttered nervously, hands tightening their grip on his clothes.

Her friend hummed and she gave another full-body jolt as his hands moved again, this time only doing a light tapping where her sides met her belly. She felt him smile against her shoulder before the tapping became a miniature dance where his fingers moved in a set of wiggling circles.

“Whitebeheherry Cook-EEK!!” she squealed out as she began to lose control of her movements, lightly squirming in an attempt to get away from the tickly attacks that were happening from both sides. Still, her friend held her close and continued to climb his fingers up her sides to her ‘ribs’, beginning to move and press his fingers into her dough like he was playing a piano, wiggling them with each contact. She pressed her forehead into his shoulder as her own shook with laughter.

“It’s been a while since we’ve done this too, hasn’t it?” Whiteberry Cookie commented as though his friend hadn’t become an out-of-control Jelly Worm in his grasp. 

“Buhuhut wahahahihiy nAHAHAOW?!” she questioned through a barrage of squeaky giggles. It barely sounded like a sentence at that point.

Whiteberry Cookie just chuckled lightly, keeping his grip on Greenbell Cookie tight but not too tight, holding on just enough to keep her from squirming completely out of his hug. Though he did not make it easy on himself as he continued to dance his fingers on his friend’s sides and ‘ribs’, occasionally pressing down and causing another jolt and bout of laughter to escape the one in his arms. “Do I need a reason to want to see my friend laughing and happy?” he asked, mostly rhetorical. 

Greenbell Cookie just started wiggling more, flinching occasionally like she was being shocked with static every time she felt her friend’s fingers scribble into her dough. He had switched from prodding to a more gentle approach, making slow circles to the bottom of her ‘ribs’ that would occasionally speed up suddenly, and that just made it all the worse for her. “Buhuhut I was alrEHEHEADY HAHAHAPY!!” she managed to get out, inhaling with another squeak, having moved up just enough to grip her friend’s shoulders in some forgotten attempt at escape and throw her head back as laughter continued to pour out of her. “You dihihihidn’t NEHEHEH-EEEK!”

She let out another squeal when the berry-infused cookie suddenly started squeezing the dough around the center of her belly, letting up for only a split second before doing it again, sending her into another squirming fit. It was sudden, continuous, and it was still somehow unbearably gentle, like he was handling a newly bought instrument that he had yet to break in. “WHIHIHITE-EEK-BEHEHERRY COHOHOOKIEEE!”

“Mhm?” said cookie questioned with an acknowledging hum. “What is it?”

“WHIHIHIHIYYY?!” Greenbell Cookie squealed out again.

“I thought I already told you that,” Whiteberry Cookie stated with a smile and a raised brow. “I wanted to cheer you up a little and I remembered something we always used to do when we were younger.” Then he laughed. “And it would seem it still works. You’re still as squirmy and ticklish as ever!” He punctuated his statement with a wild clawing-squishing motion of his fingers onto her sides, making her laughter pick up even more and earning him a hand pressed into the side of his face. He was still smiling. 

“ShuhuhUSH!” Greenbell Cookie protested, though any pouting she attempted was quickly squashed by her proceeding laughter. She had always been too sensitive for her own good, even the slightest playful poke enough to get her to squeak. Her best friend had taken advantage of this many times when they were younger and it had only recently petered out when he had begun composing the songs they would play.

Though it would seem that the action had never truly left their friendship.

“Oh!” Whiteberry Cookie suddenly perked up with an idea, soft smile becoming a rare grin. “I think I just had a burst of inspiration!” His fingers stopped their attack only momentarily.

Greenbell Cookie’s eyecing widened as much as they could while being squinted in uncontrollable laughter. That was never a good statement to come from her friend when he was like this. “Whihihitebeheherry Cohohohookie…” she giggled out, anticipation worming its way into her stomach and sending a flight of butterflies fluttering within her.

Whiteberry Cookie just smiled and readjusted his grip, loosening juuust enough for Greenbell Cookie to squirm more freely. Then he attacked again, this time much more frantic in his movements, going from prodding to poking to quick little scribbles on her sides, back, belly, and any other ticklish spot he could reach. One could akin it to plucking the strings of a guitar or a harp.

Greenbell Cookie found herself unable to keep still whatsoever, giggles equally as frantic as her friend’s movements pouring out of her. Her limbs flailed about, knocking into her friend several times (of which she could only barely manage a quick apology before her laughter and sudden squeaks of surprise overtook her vocals again). She felt fingers gently prod and then quickly scribble on the left of her ‘ribs’ and she nearly started thrashing.

Eventually, she found herself with her back facing her friend (with every amount of care taken to accommodate her wings, which had lowered downwards instinctively to make way for his arms) and she soon came to a stark realization of what he had been trying to do. Her giggling died down to only slight tittering, but it was clear even the slightest tracing would still be enough to send her into near-hysterics. She could barely see her friend’s face from this angle but she could only imagine the look he had and that sent a flash of nervous anticipation shooting through her.

Whiteberry Cookie’s smile widened, a mischievous glint appearing in his eyecing before he closed them, expression turning serene. “Now, I have a certain tune I want to create in mind, but I don’t think either of us have an instrument right now…so you’re going to have to help me out,” he stated calmly, peeking open an eyecing and allowing his smile to grow once more. Then he hovered his hands over his friend’s stomach, flexing his fingers.

“EEK!” Greenbell Cookie found herself squeaking out before he even started tickling her again.

Whiteberry Cookie let out a startled laugh, fingers stopping their movements momentarily. “I haven’t even touched you yet!” he exclaimed, teasing pausing for a second.

The flower-inspired cookie felt her face redden and she struggled slightly to get her hands mobile enough to press them to her face. “Yohou knohohow I can’t hAHAndle teheheasing…” she mumbled, embarrassment amplified by her own statement. She had to stop being so transparent with what worked on her!

“Then I’ll get right on with it, if that’s what you want!” Whiteberry Cookie responded simply before bringing his fingers down onto his target before she could wriggle away.

Greenbell Cookie let out a brief shriek when she felt rapid scribbling on her belly, the fingers moving so fast they might as well have been vibrating. “NAHAHO!! Hahaohow is thihihis heHEHELPING?! YoHOHOU’RE JUST TIHIHICKLING MEHEHEE!” she struggled out, a wide smile becoming a constant staple on her jam-red face for the time being. “YOHOHOU-NAOHOHOHO!” She cut herself off when the rapid tickling moved up and down her sides, accidentally elbowing her friend in the midst of her squirming (even so, he didn’t slow just yet).

“You’re helping plenty! Listen, even your laughter is in-tune! Perfect for what I want to write!” Whiteberry Cookie said, switching tactics once more. He slowed down his movements, crossing his arms over his friend and moving his wiggling fingers into her underarms. Due to how he positioned himself, the flower-inspired cookie’s arms had no choice but to move upward, giving him ample access to the new spot. 

“Ihihit’s NAHAHAT-!!” Greenbell Cookie tried to say, sputtering out into a collection of riveting high notes in the form of pitched squealing. 

“Maybe I’ll use a red pen so I can be reminded of how red your face is! It’ll be more vivid that way for sure!”

Greenbell Cookie tried to say anything of note in response, but the only thing she could manage was another, “SHUHUHUSH!!” before dissolving back into laughter as her friend targeted her underarms, using a single finger to circle into her pits and occasionally wiggle as though he were scritching the chin of a bread dog. At this point, it seemed like all she could do was laugh. 

Her laughter, despite her protests, did seem to change tune as the berry-infused cookie began using different tactics in session, leaning his head down with his eyecing closed as though he were concentrating.

A quick scribble to her underarms rewarded him with frantic, high-pitched giggles and rapid leg kicks.

A switch over to the dough of her belly gave mild hiccups in place of each inhalation.

A swirling of his fingers on her sides made peals of squealing.

“Perfect! I think I almost have it down now!” Whiteberry Cookie commented with a small, satisfied nod.

Greenbell Cookie could only continue the cycle of laughter, eyecing squinted shut as her face became redder with each comment.

Yet even as she was being mercilessly tickled, she still was able to think about Whiteberry Cookie’s first comment. It had been a while since they had done this. She had, embarrassingly enough, quite enjoyed those moments, especially the occasions where she was able to get her friend back. Those always dissolved into a ticklish back-and-forth filled with so much laughter it had made tears appear in both their eyecing.

The warmth from both the memories and the affection from her friend brought a new sensation of playful butterfly wings brushing against the inside of her dough, giving Whiteberry Cookie an even bigger advantage over her sensitivity. She felt…content. Happy.

This new feeling made an impact on her laughter, turning the tune up a notch and resulting in even happier high-pitched giggles. She was still squirming (she had always been a wriggler) but there was less fight to it now. If she had less energetic movements while being tickled, she would have sunk into him contentedly.

Whiteberry Cookie noticed the slight change and his smile briefly dipped further into fondness, tiding the mischief for a few seconds. Before the mischief took back over and he moved his criss-crossed arms down ever so slightly, running his fingers over his friend’s ribs. They moved with a scribbling, tracing flow as though he were strumming a harp and his musical prowess showed itself very clearly despite the fact that he had not touched an instrument in a while.

“I’m nahahat an instruMEHEHEHENT!!” Greenbell Cookie sputtered out, head falling back into her friend’s chest.

“I don’t know, you’re sure singing like one!” Whiteberry Cookie replied. “Maybe I should pick up the Greenbell Cookie rather than the Bud Bell again!” It was such a silly statement that it made both of them laugh (though one obviously much more than the other).

“Yohohou’re sohohoHAHAHA-” she tried to say ‘silly’, but once again she was interrupted by a sudden onslaught of clawing motions where gentle harp-playing had once been. And once again, any response she had was lost to laughter.

His tickling attacks continued, switching both seamlessly and abruptly in tactic, keeping her guessing and frantic in her laughter and movements. Much like his tendency to work on multiple things at once, he never stayed in one routine.

And throughout it all, Greenbell Cookie let her giggling and borderline shrieking go freely, her legs deciding to be the most mobile part of her with how hard they were kicking by this point.

Eventually though, Whiteberry Cookie slowed down his movements once again, mainly because he was just a little concerned at how red his friend’s face had gotten. He didn’t quite stop completely though and kept one hand drumming against the flower-inspired cookie’s stomach, the other one wandering off to occasionally wiggle a finger into the dough on her side. “You okay, Greenbell Cookie?” he asked, smile turning completely fond by this point.

“Yeahahah…I-EEK!-hehehe…” Greenbell Cookie managed to drag out, ending on a squeak then a string of giggles. 

It was then that Whiteberry Cookie completely let up, releasing her and letting her ragdoll onto the grass. “…are you feeling better?” he asked, looking down at her while still sitting up.

Greenbell Cookie exhaled another set of breathy laughter. “Yehehes…” she wheezed out, eyecing having slipped shut as she rode out the residual giggles. “I thihink…I needed that…”

Whiteberry Cookie tilted his head slightly as he laid down next to her. “Well then, it’s a good thing I remembered how ticklish you are. Not that it would be easy to forget,” he lightly teased with a move to poke her side again.

Greenbell Cookie somehow sensed the motion and quickly opened her eyecing, snapping her head over to him, startling a laugh out of him. Then she cracked a smile and giggled at her own reaction. “Hey, you can be just as ticklish as me, so don’t start!”

“A little bit late for that, don’t you think?” Whiteberry Cookie asked with faux-innocence, though the illusion was ruined by the mildly teasing grin.

Greenbell Cookie pouted.

He chuckled at her.

She pouted harder.

Then her own comment made her perk up slightly, flipping her pout into a small smile. Which slowly but surely grew into a soft grin of her own. “Hey Whiteberry Cookie, do you want to know what my favorite part always was before?” she asked vaguely.

Whiteberry Cookie, having noticed her sudden facial change but not quite clocking what it meant yet, raised a brow with his mouth back to its neutral form. “Hm?” 

Then his eyecing widened when he felt a poke to his side, body curving away from the offending appendage. His eyecing darted between her hand and her face.

“Revengeee…” Greenbell Cookie whispered in her most sinister voice (which sounded more like a mouse trying to sneak its way into a collection of cheese wheels). She giggled in spite of herself.

Before Whiteberry Cookie could sit up and perhaps attempt an escape, she briefly flew upwards, then landed just next to the top of his head, looking down at him like he had done to her prior. His widened eyecing stared back up at her. 

“Greenbell Cookie.”

“Whiteberry Cookie.” 

“You don’t have to-”

“Ohhh no! You’re not getting out of this that easily!” she said before he could defend himself, darting her hands down to his neck and wiggling her fingers into the space below his chin.

Almost immediately, her hands got trapped as Whiteberry Cookie’s shoulders hiked up in an unsuccessful attempt to protect his neck. Of course, it hardly helped and she resorted to light scritching where she could mobilize her fingers. “Greenbehehell Cohohookie…”

“How the tables turn, hm?” the flower-inspired cookie stated with a determined (and slightly smug) expression. She continued her light tickling, not having to adjust herself nearly as much as her friend did with her. Whiteberry Cookie had never been a squirmer, more inclined to scrunch and squish himself away from the offending tickles, even though it never worked in his favor. As an almost compliment to it, Greenbell Cookie was always gentle, never seeming too calculated in her attacks and always feathery in her movements.

Luckily for her, gentle tickles seemed to work better with Whiteberry Cookie.

“I wahahas juhuhust cheheheering yohohou up!” the berry-infused cookie protested, curling up his entire body to lie on his side, getting only a mild reprieve as Greenbell Cookie slipped her fingers out from beneath his chin.

“Well, allow me to return the favor!” she replied, moving herself to accommodate his new position and half-draping herself over him to gently squish his sides. Which rewarded her with a rather undignified, squashed-sounding laugh in comparison to his usual soft laughter. “Now who’s squashed?” she teased.

“Stihihill your clahahaouds!” Whiteberry Cookie responded, lighter laughter returning (though it was soon interrupted once again by another moment of squished giggles).

Greenbell Cookie’s smile morphed into a pout. Then it wobbled into another grin when she couldn’t keep it on her face any longer. “Okay, that’s it,” she declared, lifting her hands.

The berry-infused cookie’s eyecing widened. “Waihihit, Greenbehehell Cookie-” he started, before letting out a bout of half-suppressed laughter that ended up sounding like a prolonged snort.

Greenbell Cookie had placed one hand on each side of his overturned body, moving her fingers as though she were opening the world’s least secured jar of peanut butter. They twisted around in a rough circle while the tips traced in a flurry of movements right on the center of his stomach and just where his wings met on his back. This left him with nowhere to curl to escape, resulting in a trapped, shaking Whiteberry Cookie.

“GreehehenbEHEHELL COOKIE! I’m sohOHOHOrry!! Plehehease!” he pleaded, trying unsuccessfully to curl his head into his arms before the tickling movements on his back forced him to arch back. Then curl inwards because of the fingers on his stomach. Trapped, indeed.

“No you’re not,” Greenbell Cookie stated matter-of-factly.

“Nohoho I’m nohohot…”

“Then more tickles for you!” she pronounced, speeding up her movements for a second. Then she had a thought and switched to a gentle squishing motion on his belly and an agonizingly light scritching motion on the spots just below his wings, her experienced fingers able to perform two acts at once.

“AHEHEHE-! I chAHAHAHANGED my MIHIHIND! I AHAHAM SOHOHORRY!” Whiteberry Cookie quickly amended, pressing his hands against his forehead. His softer chuckles were quickly devolving into a collection of various sounds, the most prominent being half-snorts that he managed to make by trying to stop the action from happening with little success.

“You’re just saying that now!” Greenbell Cookie accused, not stopping her movements for a second. 

“Nohohoho?” he tried, suppressing another snort when his friend wordlessly ran a single, scritching finger down his ‘spine’, stopping her fingers on his belly momentarily. 

Greenbell Cookie decided to put a stop to that newfound habit, moving the hand that had been on his stomach over to his hip area while simultaneously tracing her hand up to his shoulder blades. Then she attacked with mirrored movements, wiggling two fingers into the hip she could reach and doing the same with his shoulder blades.

Whiteberry Cookie jolted, eyecing squinting shut as he arched his back, laughter starting out in his usual, melodic tone before being interrupted by the snorts he was now failing to stifle. There were a few squashed laughs here and there, only further encouraged by the attacks on his back and hips. Even his legs were starting to twitch with the want to kick out, instead muffled into a light cycling motion.

Greenbell Cookie listened to him for a moment, finding her own laughter starting to kick up again just from the sound of the other alone. She remembered now why it was so easy for her friend to turn the tables back on her even once she got the upper hand: she couldn’t help but laugh along with him, leaving her movements clumsy enough for just the right amount of time.

Though this time, it seemed like luck was on her side with no signs of a fight from her friend or another attempt to get back at her.

Instead, he just laid there on his side with laughter pouring out that was getting less and less restrained the longer it went on. (Truth be told, he had…also missed this. Perhaps just as much as his friend had. And after the rift incident, they both needed a revisit from one of their old playful habits.)

Eventually, the one-sided laugh-fest turned into a mutual cluster of giggles and snorts, Whiteberry Cookie still being on the receiving end, but getting more than a little break with how Greenbell Cookie’s tickling motions were becoming clumsier and clumsier until all she could do was squeeze his sides in small intervals. It soon ended with Greenbell Cookie draped over Whiteberry Cookie, who had returned to laying on his back. Both of them were giggling for a while before it petered out to soft breathing.

Greenbell Cookie didn’t bother rolling off of her friend, knowing that she didn’t weigh nearly enough to strain him. She just closed her eyecing contentedly and judging from the increasingly slow breaths the cookie beneath her was taking, he had done the same.

The breezes running over Windy Hill continued their path, both cookies silently appreciating the company of the other. Silently appreciating the unfortunate event that was far behind them now.

“This is going to happen more often now, I hope you know.”

“And I hope you’re ready for me to fight back!”

A chuckle. “I don’t doubt it, Greenbell Cookie.”

[wiltvybun]

ACK-! Hello!!

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You may call us Vesryn (go crazy with nicknames)! We are a system so don’t get surprised if we forget to post or be here. We are an artist who has literally never touched this app before… and we’ll draw mostly anything!! And if you’re lucky we may rant… or maybe try and write… we are a roleplayer so we can write it’s just not a strong area.

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What fandoms are we in?

Oh boy strap yourself in… murder drones, CRK, CR ovenbreak, CR tower of adventures, cookie run… you get it, Dandy's world, Object Shows, Forsaken, FNAF, BATIM, Madoka Magica, Sanrio, Twisted Wonderland, Alien Stage, Dream Game/Frozen Soul, JJK, Pokemon, Project Sekai, TADC, MLP, Gacha.., Let Him Go, Epic the Musical, JSAB, undertale, underverse, sans aus, deltarune, vocaloid, cult of the lamb, pressure, ^_^, squid game, block tales, the quest for the legendary boxy cola, grace, phighting, kaiju paradise, ultrakill, genshin impact, Friday the 13th (i love my baby Jason), lost sword, Roblox myths, uhm my hero academia, how to train your dragon, slowly getting trapped in HSR, regretavator, Friday night funkin’, chiikawa, demon slayer, work at a pizza place, threadville, hello John Doe, flavor frenzy, Lacey’s flash games, memory lane, piggy, Jim’s computer, indigo park, ddlc, doors, and I ran out of braincells to think of any more

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More about us! (Collectively)

- We like a lot of strawberry flavored stuff, lavender, bunnies, bugs, and our friends!

- we selfship with our lovely husband 1x1x1x1, so expect a lot about him as well as other characters we favor

- you can find us on many other platforms either by VampireSnackz or WiltvyBun!

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- Written by Gigi

[berrypass-de-murdler]

J-10 Where is Numerologist Night?

It's here it's

S T E R L I N G

CRK fans rejoice (I have never played the game but uhhh cookie boy)

Kudos to my sister for this damp noodle

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

With a new friend, Umber is more confident entering the maze of death.

UMBER: Ware do you come fwom? CORAL: I live in Colvoc! We were taking a vacation, and… I got lost. UMBER: Oh… I’m so sowwy. I work here at da Institute, and I’ve been here my whole entire life. CORAL: Really? Do your parents work here? UMBER: Yea my mum is Astrolazure. She is a lizard dat tells da future. She got me when I was a baby Umbah.

She notices a landmark, and they both waddle over. It’s a short rock “tower”, resembling a giant grave. Coral gets uncomfortable, and slowly ducks behind her.

UMBER: It dodn’t even have any witing on it. Dat’s not a clue.

So they continue to wander. 

UMBER: Are you a dinosaw? CORAL: I’m a theropod platypus. UMBER: . . . O cool. I’m a fish wi’ a hat.

They’re a ways in. Not far, but far enough that the exit is out of sight.

CORAL: Oh… where are we going? They could be anywhere in here! UMBER: Ohhhh I don’t knowwww. I don’t know which way to go. Usuwy it would be Deductive Logico going on a big adventure, and not me.

Coral doesn’t know who that is, but she has an idea nonetheless.

CORAL: What if we went all the way to the left? UMBER: What do you mean? CORAL: If we go ALL the way to the left, and stick to the side, we can go to the middle from there. UMBER: [AOL noises] [loading spiral] … UMBER: Oh okay dat makes sense. 

So they head all the way to the left. It just keeps going and going and going.

UMBER: Are you sure dis is left? CORAL: Yeah… I think so…

After a while of travel, they come across another stone spectacle. An upside-down fountain, where the water flows the wrong way! 

UMBER: Wha is that?? CORAL: That’s not normal.

Night is nowhere to be found. The kids don’t know how long they’ve been in here, but their legs are dying. So they sit by the impossible fountain.

UMBER: Iwwatino told me to nevah evah go into dis maze… I got fweaked out because everyone went missing.  CORAL: Maybe we should head out, and call someone.

She looks as far as she can towards more and more hedge walls.

UMBER: Maybe we wiw nevah get out, and we wiw nevah find Numewologist Night. Maybe we wiw be here forevah, and Azure will be so sad.

She hugs Coral spontaneously. The platypus gains a plan.

CORAL: If we were going only left before, that means if we go only right, we should get to the exit again!

There’s no one to tell her that’s not how it works!

UMBER: Oh my gaw you’re right!! You are doing so much wational thinking, you should be a deductiveologist.

They gather a burst of energy and keep running to the right. They don’t realize it’s taking them in circles.

UMBER: [panting] We have to find dem we HAVE to!! I don’t wanna die here… CORAL: Climb on my back! UMBER: Wha??

Coral lifts her up to balance on top of the hedge.

UMBER: Whoaowa. CORAL: This way you can see better! UMBER: But wha’about you? CORAL: I’ll… I’ll follow you! UMBER: Okuy!!!

Umber runs across the top, jumping between hedges. Coral can’t follow her from below, and she knows it. But at least she helped her, and she watches her run away.

Eventually, Umber catches a glimpse of some sticks poking out of the maze. And when she looks closer, they’re horns!

UMBER: Iwwatino!!

She jumps down almost on top of him.

IRRATINO: UMBER! You got the note too? UMBER: Yea yea, I dunno wha it means!

She looks down, and Night is laying on the ground.

UMBER: Wha the… is they okay?

Irratino kneels down and places a hand on Night’s back.

IRRATINO: I don’t think so. UMBER: wh… wha?? B-but… it’s Night they has to be okay!!

She sobs, and looks up at Tino.

UMBER: Wha da hell Iwwatino, why are you not crying??

Tino takes a deep breath.

IRRATINO: Come on, follow me. We’ll get them to somewhere safe.

He lifts Night over his shoulder and takes Umber’s hand.

The end!

Hopefully Coral will not be lost forever...

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

please support if you can! <3

[kingdom-carer]

Lots of kiddos have dreams of interacting with fictional CGs when they’re regressed, but what about being joint CGs?

I would love to babysit with Steve Rogers. We would play tons of outside games, and I’d prep a picnic while you guys played baseball or gathered twigs to make a snail corral, and we would pray together before we ate apple pie. He would carry you home as the sun went down, covered in grass stains and fast asleep, and I’d carry your gear.

I would love to be Tony and Pepper Stark’s go-to babysitter in Avengers Tower, caring for toddler Peter when he’s regressed like a teenager would. I would make sure he was fed and played with and ready for bedtime, problem-solving and being super responsible even though I’m only a slightly bigger kid myself. When Tony and Pepper got back from their date night, they’d praise me for being such a great babysitter, and tell me they will be asking me to come back.

I would love to babysit with Pinkie Pie. We would cook and bake and make a HUGE mess! We would all have more energy than we would know what to do with, and it would take forever to get you to bed because we would keep getting distracted by bubble bath toys and dinner dance parties and pajama fashion shows.

I would love to babysit with Sherlock and John. We would make up lots of fun games for you to play and have mock trials over who ate the last cookie. We would take you for walks in London and scramble back home in the rain since we wouldn’t all fit in a cab. John and I would tag team telling stories, and Sherlock would make you laugh by correcting the bad science along the way.

I would love to babysit with Scooby Doo when the gang is regressed. He’d be such a good boy, fetching plushies and snuggling crying babies while I make bottles and do other tasks that require opposable thumbs. He’d be tending to Shaggy the most, of course, but he would stay by everyone’s side as loyal as can be, guarding them faithfully during playground visits, bath time, and even nap time. Then, when the kids are all in bed, I would rub his belly and scratch his ears, and he could snuggle up to me like a puppy, because he’s earned it.

I would love to babysit with the Doctor and Rose. Between us, we could handle two or even three littles, since they would all be so enamored with the Doctor and his wild stories that they would keep on task perfectly well. Rose and I would be like aunties, making fun of the Doctor’s hubris in good humor and making sure everyone has gone potty and eaten a snack before stumbling out of the Tardis and into the next great adventure.

dni if nsfw

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

made a thing

it's just typing in the names of all the playable characters from witch's castle, kingdom, ovenbreak, and tower of adventures

our only problem with it: there is a top limit of only 25 minutes. ideally, we would've liked for it have to more time or even be completely untimed. it's supposed to be for memorization, not 'how fast can you type blah blah blah'

(we've been playing these quizzes because not being able to remember every character makes our hyperfixation sad, so. these help to reinforce the names in our brain)

with that said, looking at pictures of characters to try and remind yourself of the names is a perfectly valid way to play this

anyway. probably don't play if you're not into the games like we are. there's a lot of characters. but if you do wanna try anyway, typing in random foods/drinks/etc. is a good way to get some out of the way

also, you don't need to include the 'cookie' part at the end of names, and names will still count if you don't use the accented versions of certain letters

also also you're not required to deadname best kingdom boy 👍

okie bye now have fun

[truthful-deceitful-bah]

Why hello there!~ We are the truthful yet perhaps deceitful build a headmate blog, themed around our many shadow milks and pure vanillas! /vlh (/generally just based on the aesthetics of both cookies)

We have no dni, but keep in mind we will not do transids here, and no harmful paras, it's just not something we're interested/would be comfortable in doing. Please do not ask us to do those.

Blogs to also check out~ @vanillas-kingdom-bah + @sacharrinedelights one is for stealing our own headmates and the other is my beloved's blog where they make self indulgent angsty-type headmates (want to clarify they do not typically take requests, but you can them for general ideas and they might take them :))

We are one traumagenic system running this blog and some of our alters may have no interest in doing requests, so be patient, we will get to it, I promise! ~⚔️

We plan on making userboxes for our mods but we dont honestly know who all will run this blog! There are a lot of us in here /lh, We'll edit this as folks show interest in helping but I'll be mod ❄️!

Mod list with some info on folks :)

We don't know many sources, we've had fixations on cookie run kingdom recently, but most sources we are willing to look into and do research for! It might take a little longer for anything with a lot of lore and I can not ever guarantee anyone will be super accurate!

Current hyperfixations: cookie run (all games, ovenbreak, witchs castle, tower of adventure and kingdom), final destination (all movies, still do research :)), mario(!!) Media, jjk, bsd, ncis (recently got into it), mlp, apothecary diaries, dungeon meshi, total drama(!!), also any ask game is okay!

These may change! Please check before submitting your request! /nf :)

Silly tags:

A little white lie~ - for any and all packs

Perhaps forgiveness will find me - denied requests

Knowledge abound - information posts!

Our little secret~ - if paras are added

Inbox Check!

Link to the page we use for paras :)

Underneath the read more is our template and levels ^^

Pack of Truth / Level 1

Name(s) -

Gender -

Species -

Age range -

Orientation -

Role(s) -

Source -

Faceclaim(s) -

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Pack of Deceit / Level 2

All above ^^ plus!

Sign-off ideas -

Likes -

Dislikes -

Aesthetic -

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More Knowledge... (add-ons)

Userbox (giving us ideas for your userboxes would be really helpful!)

Potential triggers

Paras/Kinks (only for 18 and up headmates)

Random silly fun facts/silly things we can think of

And generally if you think of anything you'd like in your pack, you can always ask!

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Mystic Pack

This would be completely creators choice, can be random for everyone involved, might also typically be based on one of us for funsies, so if you wanna steal a bitch (/vsilly /vaff @ ourselves). You can still ask for a specific role or vibe if you'd like, but this is typically mostly creators choice. :)

[revisitingfandoms]

I got an idea for a prompt to show how the cookies outside of their game of 'cookies and kingdoms'...maybe they are doing a session....like the one where they free dark enchantress and dark enchantress is hyped to be able to FINALLY play a bit! they end up taking a pizza break when the pizzas and snacks y/n ordered for everyone arrives and they pause to eat....maybe end up talking about the session and/or life outside of the game...like gingwrbrave talks about his non-saving the world (because world doesn't need saving since it's basically happy ending thing lol) adventures, dark enchantress could talk about the cake tower and how all the cake citizens and hounds are doing...ooor they can talk about the session and what they hope will happen in it and other session stuff they'd talk about as they eat their delicious pizza and snacks.

Sure thing! Although I kind've went with a more modern take. Both White Lily and Dark Enchantress are half sisters in this AU!

(Also I may have add someone else you might see later down the line for my own planning)

Enjoy!

ANSWERED PROMPT 2- BREAK TIME

The doorbell rings as the group pauses, The current dungeon master- Caramel Shade pauses in what he was doing and turns to one of the game watchers, “Can one of you go get that? I bet its the pizza.” From the silent thumbs up and the dragging a formerly dozing Eternal sugar- it was silent salt who was grabbing it.

Caramel shade then turns back to the actual game players, “Alright, we’re gonna wrap this portion up- As our heroes break open the moonstone containing white lily cookie- Her frown turns to a smirk as she changes right before their eyes. To our hero's horror- white lily cookie has changed into Dark Enchantress cookie!” Caramel Shade looks over his book, “If you could roll for intimation, Enchantress.” 

Reader cookie whistles at the Nat19 role from the white haired woman. The Kiddos watch on in a barely concealed horror. 

Caramel Shade nods, “As the moonstone crumbles- a great cake beast rises with her, its arm carrying Dark enchantress cookie upwards as it frees itself. She commends you for breaking her out of imprisonment.” The kids seem to wilt at Caramel shades next words, “Welp that's all for the morning session- we reconve at two sharp, anyways silent salt should be back with the pizza hop to it.” There's a minor bit of whining but the kids run to the kitchen to grab their slices, White Lily goes over to her older sister- and he vaguely hears the plans they were making. 

Reader cookie walks over with a hum, “So whats the future plans in mind?” Caramel shuffles through his notebook, “Well, I figured that since we’re working in the same universe as the Beasts and Blood campaign that Mirror Moon ran and our previous campaign that I ran, so you can guess what's coming up.” Reader’s eyes widen as they snicker, “Yep, I can’t wait to see Shadow Milk on the table again- that was chaos on its own.” Caramel Shade waves them off, “You go get some food, I’ll join later.” Reader walks off to the kitchen.

Entering the kitchen, Reader cookie notes that the big fold up table was out with a variety of pizzas on the table with a big container with bread bags that was already halfway gone. Several of the younger members were seemingly discussing possible future plans and what they could do while a few of the others namely Strawberry crepe were suggesting that they just join DEC- It was hard to not snort what he was bopped on the nose with a breadstick by the younger custard cookie. 

Reader cookie hums to themself as they walk over the drink and decide to go for a water before nabbing a slice or two of pizza and bread bag. Mengering over to the living room they spot Dark choco suplexing licorice cookie, while velvet did the same to his dog chiffon and Choco Brute did the same to a giggling Poison Mushroom. 

Reader plops onto the couch beside pure vanilla- the older man offers them a smile, “So, I take it custard and his friends are discussing their future plans?” Reader nods as they offer a bread slice- the man originally tries to refuse what accepts after a bit of insistence much to readers' delight. They nod to his original question, “Yep- and I can’t wait for Custards reaction to when you sit down at the table.” The older man opens his eyes with a raised eyebrow before closing them, “Oh, so Caramel shade told you?” Reader snickers, “Nope, just said that thing linked to previous campaigns were gonna show up.” Pure vanilla lets out a laugh with the shake of his head. 

And Custards little screech after they found out pure vanilla was in their team was quite adorable.

[questmouse]

Scenarios + Headcanons with Osix

The stars twinkled above, casting a soft glow over Oswald’s cozy home in the New-ink City. The night air was cool, carrying the distant hum of crickets and the occasional rustling of leaves. Inside, the house was anything but quiet. Oswald sighed, leaning against the doorway of the living room with his arms crossed. "Felix, remind me again why I thought 420 kids was a good idea?"

Felix, sitting comfortably on the couch, casually flipping through a comic book, chuckled. "You didn’t think, pal. You just did." Before Oswald could respond, a blur of tiny blue bunnies zoomed past, giggling and shrieking as they chased each other. A few bounced off the furniture, one got tangled in a curtain, and another tried to stack a tower of blocks that immediately collapsed under its own weight.

Oswald groaned, rubbing his temples. "Every night, it’s the same chaos." Felix smirked. "Eh, you wouldn’t have it any other way, would ya?" Oswald exhaled through his nose, watching as a few of his kids piled on top of each other, forming an unstable bunny tower. "I mean… no. But still." Just then, a particularly adventurous bunny leaped onto the couch, plopping itself right onto Felix’s lap. The cat raised an eyebrow, glancing down. "Well hey there, kiddo." He gave the bunny a gentle pat, and it wiggled its nose in delight before curling up against him.

Oswald rolled his eyes with a smirk. "Great. Even my own kids like you more than me." Felix grinned. "What can I say? I got a way with little rascals." A sudden crash from the kitchen made Oswald’s ears perk up in alarm. "Oh no. What now?" He rushed over, only to find a group of bunnies standing in the middle of a flour-covered mess. The kitchen table was covered in sugar, a bag of flour had been knocked over, and a few eggs had splattered onto the floor.

One of the bunnies held up a wooden spoon with a proud smile. "We were makin’ cookies papa!" Oswald let out a slow breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I turn my back for one minute…" Felix walked in behind him, taking in the scene before letting out a low whistle. "Welp. At least they’re ambitious." Oswald gave him a deadpan look. "Felix."

Felix shrugged. "Hey, I say we roll with it. Could be fun." Oswald sighed but couldn’t hold back a small smile. "Alright, alright. Let’s get this cleaned up, then we’ll properly make cookies." The bunnies all cheered, hopping around in excitement. Felix patted Oswald on the back. "See? You’re a good dad."

Oswald scoffed. "Yeah, yeah, just help me before the whole house gets covered in batter." After some time and a lot of cleaning they finally got a fresh batch of cookies baking in the oven. The scent of warm sugar and chocolate filled the house, and one by one, the bunnies started getting sleepier, their energy finally wearing out.

Felix and Oswald sat back on the couch, watching as the little ones yawned and curled up into tiny piles on the floor, on chairs, and even on top of each other. The earlier chaos melted into a peaceful, cozy scene. Oswald let out a content sigh. "Guess we survived another night." Felix smirked, taking a bite of a freshly baked cookie. "Barely."

Oswald chuckled softly. "Yeah… but I wouldn’t trade it for anything." He glanced down at the bunnies snuggled up around them, their tiny ears twitching as they slept. "Crazy as it is… this is home." Felix smiled. "And it’s a pretty good one." The two sat there in comfortable silence, listening to the quiet breaths of 420 peacefully sleeping bunny kids. For all the madness, for all the exhaustion… it was the best kind of life they could ask for.

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Headcanons

Felix and Oswald cuddle a lot in bed. If the bunnies are sleeping with them, they all have one large cuddle fest, Oswald is very picky, with where he likes to be cuddled. :)

Anytime they have anyone over, mainly Mickey, the two leave the mouse in charge and head out for a fun time while Mickey stays back and makes sure the bunnies don't cause too much chaos.

Felix gets really embrassed anytime he purrs and acts cat-like to Oswald, over he doesn't mind, he actually finds it pretty cute. Felix only ever purrs when he's only with Oswald.

Oswald has trouble sleeping, but when he's with Felix, he's able to fall asleep faster. Oswald shows his affection to Felix by nudging and chinning him, Felix finds it adorable and lets Oswald nudge and chin him.

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There's your favorite cat and rabbit duo :)

[bucky-barnes-diaries]

Day 13 — Christmas Market

Pairing || TFATWS!Bucky x Female!Reader

Word Count || Around 700

Contents & Warnings || Fluff — no warnings.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

Advent Calendar 2023

The city was draped in a winter blanket as you and Bucky strolled hand in hand through the enchanting pathways of the Christmas market. The aroma of roasted chestnuts, gingerbread, and spiced mulled wine wafted through the air. Wooden, rustic stalls were decorated with festive cheer—colorful ornaments, wreaths, and twinkling fairy lights. Seasonal melodies filled the air, creating a sense of community and celebration. People of all ages reveled in the festivities—culinary delights, shopping, and joyful activities. In this enchanting wonderland, with your lover by your side, a magical adventure awaited.

Bucky couldn't help stealing glances at you; your gloved hand fit perfectly in his as you leaned against his bicep. Your eyes twinkled from the lights that adorned the market and its stalls. The soft hues of the different colored lights cast an eternal radiance across your face, leaving Bucky breathless. He knew this season held a special place in your heart, and your happiness warmed his soul.

“What’s on your mind, doll? Where to first?” he questioned, brushing his lips against your temple.

“How about some hot chocolate first? Then, we can continue exploring. I want to take it all in with you by my side.”

Stopping at the nearest hot chocolate stand, Bucky ordered two steaming cups topped with a dollop of whipped cream. As you sipped the rich, chocolatey goodness, you leisurely strolled through the stalls, immersing yourselves in the holiday magic, savoring the sights, sounds, and scents surrounding you.

"We should get new decorations for our Christmas tree," Bucky suggested, his breath visible in the winter air as he gestured towards a stall selling handcrafted ornaments. The diverse pieces were stunning, each different and with intricate details that showed off the impressive craftsmanship. A figurine of a couple in a romantic embrace caught your eye. It would grace your tree, front and center, displayed proudly.

"This will be perfect for our tree, babe."

Cheesiness aside, Bucky embraced you just like the figurine, resting his forehead against yours. "It'll be the most perfect piece on the tree," he murmured, leaning in and sealing his words with a sweet kiss.

Continuing shopping, you stumbled upon a stall selling handmade scarves and mittens. With excitement, you suggested picking out matching scarves, a small gesture that would keep your hearts and bodies warm. Playfully trying on different colors—greens, reds, and blues—you settled on scarves that complemented each other perfectly.

"This will be so cute," you giggled, swapping the old ones for the new ones. A quick photo of you two with the recent purchase became your lock screen.

The aroma of freshly baked gingerbread cookies drew you to a nearby stall that called your names, and you couldn’t resist the allure, stomachs rumbling in hunger for delicious treats. Purchasing some, you found a cozy nook nestled in the heart of the market. Sitting on a bench, you snuggled close and enjoyed a tranquil moment as you munched on the warm, spiced cookies. The world around you melted away. The chilly air, the twinkling lights, and the cheerful tunes wrapped you in a cocoon of intimacy and magic.

"This is perfect," Bucky whispered, his gaze fixed on you.

You nodded, a fulfilled smile playing on your lips. "It is," you purred, brushing your lips with his. "But with you, babe, it's beyond magical."

As the evening progressed, the market became even more enchanting. The towering Christmas tree in the center of the square twinkled with holiday colors, drawing you both into its mesmerizing glow.

Underneath the branches, Bucky drew you tightly to him, gently cupping your cheeks and gazing into your shimmering eyes. You got lost in your shared intimacy, relishing in your touch and gazes.

"This has been one of my favorite evenings with you, doll."

His declaration made your heart stop and then beat again with intensity. After all these years, you found yourself falling in love all over again with each moment spent with him—his touches, his words.

“I love you, Bucky.”

“I love you, doll. Forever and beyond.”

Your lips met in a tender kiss, a delicate connection that spoke louder than words—time stood still as you shared the sweetness of the kiss, a moment that felt like a scene from a holiday romance movie.

The Christmas market had become a tapestry of shared experiences, laughter, and love—a night etched into your memories as a chapter in your forever love story.

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[ashuribbon]

Ashur! How do you feel about Devsisters' racism in TOA? To me, as an African American, it is foul 😭

Apparently the GC Kingdom was close to getting misrepresented as well

In short, me @ Devsisters:

In long... (More under the cut)

I feel you, anon. I really don't blame you for being resentful about TOA's racism and how the Golden Cheese Kingdom was the closest we got to actual representation.

Trust me, being someone who is an indigenous SWANA (Iranian and Bakhtiari), it just felt really godawful that Devsis would just up their racism to 11, especially after the multiple Yogurca instances. I have close friends who are African American, one of whom not having played any CR games in years and just got back into CR through TOA, it just felt... unsettling that of all the things they did, they had to be that insensitive and stoop an all-time low. It's not my place to speak about either of these, but even I know that it's damning and insulting when you add Native American outfits as a prop for aesthetic (especially given how they were talking about why it shouldn't be treated as such) and depicting Africans as monkeys and demonizing voodoo. Also, Plaintain Cookie's design... yikes... /vneg

I'm even hearing about some people on Twitter mentioning that the people in the TOA Discord were literally downvoting any criticisms involving the racism in the game. The amount of ignorance I'm seeing is just so heartbreaking, especially since the CR community is extremely diverse. The whole "Devsisters didn't know!" and "They're just cookies!" shtick isn't going to save them from this one, especially considering they have made racist depictions in the past.

If I were an executive at Devsisters, I would actually go to people who ARE Native, SWANA, African, etc. and just ask them for advice and help on the do's and don'ts. Hell, I even recall having to go to people I know who are from cultures they represent for help on a character I am designing or get research. Even one of the people I know in the animation industry commissioned me to help redesign his DND character since he knows I'm SWANA. I can name different video games and movies that did a better job in doing the task of researching things and getting help from the minorities representing the culture than did Devsisters.

Now, I'm not discouraging people from playing any Cookie Run game. I've played the games for years and still find it to be a piece of comfort since it saved me during my lowest point in life, so it means a lot to me as a whole. However, it's important to understand the issues and listen to affected minorities when we discuss about the racism in the Cookie Run games, and TOA is one of the games that we have every right to criticize. People shouldn't throw hissy fits when we say that Devsis shouldn't depict voodoo in a bad light, or depict those who are African as monkeys, or treat Native American clothing as an aesthetic.

As much as I love Tower of Adventures, I am begging that we take action and slap some sense to them and realize their mistakes.

[lilywily143]

I'm excited for tomorrow

You're telling me Kingdom and Tower of Adventures updates basically on the same day?? And they are both super cool and are the Augest Updates [aka my birth month]

Just putting my Kingdom comments here first, I'm hype having this sea based update again with this ominous text. -Because it gives me hope about the story possibly related to Black Pearl, or any legendary in ovenbreak focused on the ocean -Or maybe even a Silent Salt teaser -Or maybe a nice story surrounding Squid Ink because I love them

Okay so the new cookie works for the Blue Death. I need to learn more about these calamities and if they have motivations past "Wanting to escape the Oven" -Because they are beast-like with big powers, being trapped, and having regular cookie underlings

This is pretty, I love nighttime stuff in fun spots [Dreamlandwith Cream Unicorn anyone?]

Big fan of this boss design.

A majority of the bosses of the story are either animal-like, or extra humaniod compared to the cookies. My friend called him a brawl stars character.

Oh I'm so so excited to meet him, I need him to interact with Kohlrabi Cookie. They have to be working together !

I also desperately need some new art of him and someone from the St. Pastry

Skill Levels are gonna be unique.

NEW DUNGEON? WE NEVER HAD A NEW ONE, WE STAYED WITH THE 3 AT LAUNCH!

Omg finally!! Finally we can see the stories again outside of Youtube!!

This new mechanic sounds genuinly exciting

Aw yay! He gets a little stamp

[bakersstreetirregulars]

Don’t look now, but Cookie Run: Tower of Adventures just dropped a new trailer!

According to screenshots taken here, assuming player names are the same as the Cookie names, we have three new Cookies incoming with confirmed names:

Lemon Zest Cookie

Cream Soda Cookie

Crushed Pepper Cookie

The fourth one (the one with the wrench and train) was not named.

Other Cookies that appeared in this trailer and essentially confirmed playable include:

🍪 GingerBrave

⚔️ Dark Choco Cookie

🌾 Rye Cookie

🌶️ Chili Pepper Cookie

👼 Angel Cookie

🎸 Rockstar Cookie

🐺 Werewolf Cookie

More information can be found on this website involving an early playtest, promotional launch events, and a place to put your email in to get emailed about news about the game:

And on that site, more Cookies named and unnamed can be seen. These are the ones I could identify that appear on the site and not the video:

💪 Muscle Cookie

🍒 Cherry Cookie

🥷 Ninja Cookie

✨ Wizard Cookie

Unfortunately, because I do not game on PC where Google Play Games is probably doing the live playtest, I will most likely be unable to get gameplay data myself to examine here or on the Crepe Archives blog, and this is most likely as far as I’m able to go until launch. If you’re able to get this kind of gameplay data during the live test, do share it with us here or anywhere else if you can so I and other people across the internet can weigh in on it!