#cupid cookie

[poprock-candy]

Cupid Cookie is probably the only one who adores and cherishes Candy Apple Cookie. Unlike her damn daddy.

Close ups below!!

[nxvellus]

Give a Second Chance to Cupid - Episode 8

A/N: This one is clearly filler so it's gonna be slightly lackluster. I think also, unless they play some form of pivotal role, I won't tag the canon cookies even if they show up time to time.

Warnings: None

Episode 9:

“Hey Cupid Cookie!” Neapolitan Cookie called out from her bedroom as she untangled a frost curler from her hair. “Hey Cupid Cookie, can you come here really quickly?!”

Cupid Cookie flew over and leaned against Neapolitan Cookie’s door frame, eyes barely open and hair messy as she just rolled out of bed. “Mm?”

“Misfit Cookie has a mandatory field trip today. I’d go, but something has come up and I won’t be able to make it.” She started to smooth her hair with a brush. 

“You want me to go?”

“Oh thanks for offering!”

Cupid Cookie woke up slightly. “I didn’t-okay. Hold on, why can’t she go by herself?”

“Last time she went unsupervised, she broke away from the group and no cookie noticed until after they arrived at Parfaedia Academy. And they’re going to the Blueberry Yogurt Academy for this trip, so it’s important that some cookie keeps an eye on her.”

Cupid Cookie pressed her lips into a thin line. “I..is that a good idea? Misfit Cookie isn’t exactly fond of me.”

Neapolitan Cookie scoffs. “She says that. But let’s be real, she doesn’t mean that. I know my niece, and she doesn’t hate cookies. Only says it or act that way to be tough.” She turns in her seat to face Cupid Cookie, giving her friend a gentle smile. “It’ll be fine, Cupid Cookie.”

Cupid Cookie didn’t fight, nodding her head slowly. “Alright.”

“You might wanna get ready now, school hours.” Neapolitan Cookie says as she faces her vanity again.

“What do you mean?”

“You got five minutes, girl.”

“Shit.” Cupid Cookie flew faster than the wind, nearly throwing up, to her bedroom.

“Let me do one more headcount just to make double sure every cookie is present. Spread out a little, please!” The kind voice from Professor Latte Cookie grabbed the attention of her students. Pointing at each young cookie as she tallied in her head. Then when she reached the last one, a slightly disappointed sigh escaped her and her smile slightly faltered. “We’re still missing one.”

“It’s always Misfit Cookie.” One student murmurs to her friends, the small group letting out a disappointed groan.

“Now now, let’s not be upset. We’ll give our student some more time to be here and then we’ll be on our trip soon.” Latte Cookie spoke up, her attitude chipper.

“Professor Latte Cookie,” Another student calls out, holding his hand up while the other holds up his phone, “it says the Blueberry Yogurt Academy will stop doing tours in two hours!”

“We should just leave her behind!” A student exclaimed, causing the group to roar in agreement.

Latte Cookie waved her hand down to the group. “Settle down, settle down.” She sighs. Then she felt a slight nudge at her side, grabbing her attention.

“This isn’t the first time that student has caused us to be late, you know?” An annoyed Espresso Cookie whispered to Latte Cookie. “This is very important for us, Latte Cookie. Let’s just leave her behind to truly teach her a lesson about the importance of attendance.”

“I will not abandon my student, Espresso Cookie.” She whispered, raising her tone in disbelief. “If we don’t make it in time, we’ll schedule it for next time.”

“There won’t be a next time. I checked! This cost nearly half the budget the Institute has. Why let it go to waste because of one, careless student?”

Latte Cookie looked down and bit her lip. Then she turns her gaze to her colleague, “We’ll give her twenty more minutes.”

“Make it ten.”

“Fifteen.”

Espresso Cookie rolled his eyes. “Fine.”

Latte Cookie faced her students, smiling warmly. “Alright class, we’ll give this student fifteen minutes to arrive! Alright?”

The students murmured in annoyance but complied, passing the time to talk with their friends or write in their books.

Time flew by, fifteen minutes was nearly up.

“We’re down to seconds.”

Latte Cookie scoffed. “Have you really been keeping track? You really are something else, Espresso Cookie.”

“Because I take attendance and punctuality seriously. Some of these cookies could learn a thing or two.” He says, fixing the cuffs of his suit.

“There she is!” A student shouted, grabbing all of the cookies' attention.

“That isn’t Neapolitan Cookie with her.” Latte Cookie turned her head slightly to whisper.

“Obviously.” Espresso Cookie whispered back, brows furrowed in confusion.

“That might explain it.”

“Not really.”

“Sorry we’re late!” Cupid Cookie apologized, chipper tone as she dipped her head. “It took us some time to arrive! We missed breakfast!”

Misfit Cookie looked at Cupid Cookie with confusion, caught off guard by the older Cookie’s tone change. But she rolled her eyes. “You got ready late.”

Cupid Cookie laughed nervously. “Even so, we’re very very sorry!”

Latte Cookie approached, a smile beaming as she extended a hand. “No need for apologies. It’s rather nice to meet you!” Then she pulled back quickly, “I’d like to chat more, but we must be on our way now. It’s a bit of a trip to the Academy.”

“Yes, right!” Cupid Cookie nodded her head.

As the group prepared for their departure, Misfit Cookie whispered to Cupid Cookie. “Why are you being weird?”

“I’m not being weird, get on the bus.” Cupid Cookie ushered the younger cookie inside.

The bus ride was overstimulating. Loud abrasive young kids, laughing loudly or raising their voices at the absurd gossip they share with each other. It made Cupid Cookie’s head spin as she rested against the window with an attempt to drown it out. But next to her, Misfit Cookie just stayed put and silent.

“You aren’t gonna join the fray?” Cupid Cookie asked with a slight smile.

Misfit Cookie shrugged. “My class hates me. No one would talk to me and I don’t care either way.”

Cupid’s smile dropped. “Hate is a bit much don’t you think?”

“I wouldn’t use that word if I didn’t know what it meant, Cupid Cookie.” She said, then sighs. “How come auntie Neapolitan Cookie couldn’t go with me instead?”

(Ow?) Cupid Cookie thought as she internally winced. “She didn’t exactly tell me why she couldn’t go with you. I’m kind of surprised she didn’t tell you herself.” She shifted in her seat. “Maybe there’s a reason she didn’t wanna say to either of us-”

“Me. I’m her niece here, not you.” Misfit Cookie spat at her.

“Right, right.” Cupid Cookie nodded her head. “There’s probably a reason she didn’t want to tell you.”

Then as the two resumed sitting in silence, Cupid Cookie started thinking. (Was she being this hostile to me because I still haven’t told Neapolitan Cookie the truth? But that’s too extreme. Why would it matter this much to her of all Cookies? Am I looking into it too much? Misfit Cookie, you’re quite the character.)

Then the loud banters slowly grow quiet with the young students leaning over to the other side of the bus. Cupid Cookie and Misfit Cookie lift their heads up to look over as well, curious as to what grabbed the other rider’s attention.

They were here.

Standing tall, surrounded by golden gates and finely trimmed hedges, was the Blueberry Yogurt Academy.

A cookie stood by the large intricately carved dark chocolate doors, arms crossed over their chest as he stared at the group with annoyance. Judging by their wear, the long pure white gown, waffle cone patterned sleeves and the broach placed over their chest presented this cookie of importance, but they looked too young to be a Professor. “Parfaedia Institute, correct? You’re late.” He said in an emotionless tone, glaring at Latte Cookie and Espresso Cookie.

Latte Cookie was about to say something, only to be interrupted when Espresso Cookie stepped forward with a kind bow. “Sincerest apologies. We had faced some altercations that cut into our timely arrival.”

Misfit Cookie grumbled under her breath as her fists tightened.

Latte Cookie stepped around Espresso Cookie, stood in front of him to speak up. “We hope you can squeeze us in despite this! If you please?”

The scholar rubbed his chin, eyes scanning over the group. Then he placed his hands behind his back. “Follow me this way, please.” He turns to push the doors open, welcoming the group inside.

The students eagerly run inside, admiring the surroundings of the room with “ooohs” and “aaahs”.

“The Blueberry Yogurt Academy has been around since the beginning of Earthbread.” The scholar Cookie announced, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Cookies that have created paths to greater ambitions all attended here to be taught the truth and history of Cookie kind.”

“Amazing!”

“That’s so cool!”

The many comments from amazed Cookies were shared as they roamed around to look at the historical items presented and protected behind sugar glass.

“This way, you’ll see the Academy’s many classrooms. We do not limit our knowledge to History, we teach magic, we teach about Earthbread’s fascinating creatures and, yes, Earthbread’s technology.” There were students sitting behind desks, writing in their scrolls to record every word that comes from their professor. Neither one of them breaks their focus to pay any attention towards the young scholars.

Even though the tour was for the younger Cookies, it was grabbing Cupid Cookie’s interest. She was aware of Blueberry Yogurt Academy, what cookie wouldn’t be aware of something historic? However,

“If I may ask?” She speaks up, causing all heads to turn to her. Intimidating.

“Yes?”

“I recall learning about the Academy since I was young, but when I showed interest I wanted to attend I was told that the Academy was closed for the ‘unforeseeable future’.” She emphasized with air quotes. “Clearly it’s back up and running, but what happened around that time?”

The scholar’s dough went pale and as he spoke, the poise and professional demeanor slightly faltered. “Ahem. Well, I can’t exactly answer that.”

Cupid Cookie tilted her head in confusion. “I mean..it was told to me by a teacher and I meant to do the research myself but found nothing.”

And the young students seem to share her expression from that response.

“This place closed?”

“What happened?”

“What does she mean ‘unforeseeable future’? Is this true?”

“Huh.” Misfit Cookie let out a hum of amusement. “Maybe you should start going on trips with me instead of Auntie Neapolitan Cookie. She wouldn’t ask that.”

“Alright alright,” The scholar cookie waved his hands to dissolve the small talk. “Let us continue. No more questions outside of the tour, please.” He says through gritted teeth, walking ahead.

A small break was squeezed in by joining the Academy students on their lunch break. Cupid Cookie purchased a pastry to nibble on, sitting on a stone bench by a hedge. The pastry tasted bland, surprisingly. Unless it had some correlation to the obvious, placing her hand over her stomach, but it would have to do to have something in her belly.

“Pardon me, Miss Cupid Cookie,” Latte Cookie spoke up, grabbing Cupid Cookie’s attention. “May I sit with you?”

“O-oh yes sure.” Cupid Cookie scooted over as the witch cookie sat beside her.

“I didn’t expect you to join us on our trip. How come Neapolitan Cookie couldn’t make it?”

“She uh-she said something came up. Didn’t specify what it was however. And I’m currently staying over so, she asked me to take her place in watching Misfit Cookie.” Cupid Cookie’s voice trails off. She bit her lip before speaking up. “I. I can’t be the only cookie here who thinks Misfit Cookie needs some form of chaperone because of one instance seems a bit…much?”

Latte Cookie’s smile faltered then she shakes her head. “No. You aren’t. However, it was demanded by the council that any trips moving forward, she needs a guardian to be present with her at all times. It also doesn’t help that her behavior at the Institute hasn’t been that great. I’m worried for her, honestly.”

Cupid Cookie was surprised. (How come Neapolitan Cookie hasn’t done anything about this?)

“What you said about the Blueberry Yogurt Academy being closed.”

Cupid Cookie snapped out of her thoughts, paying full attention to the other cookie. “It was just rather surprising to see this place back up and running when-”

“You can’t speak about that again.” Latte Cookie’s tone changed to serious and cold. It almost terrified Cupid Cookie. “My students can’t know about that, no cookie should even talk about it. Please, don’t bring it up again.”

Cupid Cookie’s brows furrow. It’s reminding her about that strict Mercurial Knight Cookie again, telling her not to do these things and not providing specifics. Yet, this felt different. Cupid Cookie couldn’t bring herself to snap at Latte Cookie for this. Her students were present and they were in a prestigious place, a double serving of embarrassment would be delivered if that happened. Instead, “Alright. I won’t.”

Latte Cookie’s smile returned and she nodded her head. “That was all I wanted to say. Enjoy your pastry, Cupid Cookie.” She stood up and walked away.

Cupid Cookie had to register what just happened. Did that happen? Was she hallucinating? Witches, why does this happen even close to home? Glancing over to where Misfit Cookie was-

Not.

There.

She was not at the bench.

Cupid Cookie stood up immediately.

She took her eyes off her for too long and now she vanished.

Looking around, there’s a plethora of places she could be at. She should ask if any cookie saw her, but she knows she would get shit for it. She was already in the hot seat, this would make it worse for her.

No.

No. Relax.

Stress isn’t good.

She’ll just look for her.

Look for her before the tour resumes.

She flew down the empty halls of the Academy for the red-haired cookie. The classroom doors were locked, so they were ruled out. Misfit Cookie wasn’t the biggest reader, so the library was ruled out.

Dorms were absolutely ruled out.

Flying down the halls more and even up the stairs, Cupid Cookie was desperate to find her. Then she had to stop and catch her breath, not wanting to pass out from exhaustion. As she caught her breath, she looked left and right.

Then her iced brows knit together.

Two grand doors, painted over with the same shade of blue as the walls steal her attention. There was a faded square beside the left door, where some form of plaque to label this room used to be placed. There was a golden sheet of paper pinned to the door. Reading,

This room is off-limits to students of Blueberry Yogurt Academy.

Entering this room is a violation of trespassing and will lead to immediate termination with no appeal.

…

Misfit Cookie was definitely in here.

Cupid Cookie inhaled through her nose, running her hands through her hair. 

She really didn’t want to go in.

Even if this was written for the students, this doesn’t make her or Misfit Cookie exempt from entering.

(Maybe she wasn’t inside. Maybe it’s just to throw me off just because it’s a rule and she likes breaking rules. But! But, she couldn’t be in here-dear witches, the door is slightly open. Ughh dammit. She’s inside.)

Cupid Cookie took a deep breath, grabbed the door handle and pulled it open to step inside.

“Misfit Coo-kie..” Her voice fell quiet and eyes widened.

The room inside was massive, although empty. There were paintings on the wall of small grey cookies, knelt down in worship of a largely illustrated cookie in a black robe and holding a staff shaped as a golden key.

She stared at that cookie for a while.

The art was faded and it was difficult to decipher what colors were used on the cookie.

Then ahead of her in the center of the room, was a large centerpiece covered by a sheet of cloth.

No. She shouldn’t.

She was already trespassing. If she touched anything in here, it’d be worse.

Where the hell was-

“Oh. It’s you.” Misfit Cookie said in disappointment.

Cupid Cookie looked over and glared at the young cookie, flying over to her. “You weren’t supposed to leave the group. And you aren’t supposed to be in here!”

“You’re in here though.”

“Yes, to get you.” Cupid Cookie responded in disbelief, then she started pacing around. “I don’t understand why you behave like this, but your aunt put her whole trust in me watching you so you don’t get into trouble like this!” She threw her arms out. “What good reason do you have to be here?”

Misfit Cookie just shrugged.

“Exactly! I don’t know why you act like this. You don’t have to tell me why you act like this. However, I won’t excuse the reason, or lack thereof, for being in a place that is off-limits to even the students here.” 

“So,” Misfit Cookie says, “when you have your kids, are you gonna scream at them too?”

Cupid Cookie went wide eyed before scoffing. Then she points at the door. “Let’s go, Misfit Cookie. Before you get us both in trouble.”

“...you wanna see what’s under this sheet, don’t you?” Misfit Cookie asked. “I kinda peeped you staring at it for a while I was snooping around.”

“N-no, Misfit Cookie. Come on.” Cupid Cookie forced herself to sound stern.

Misfit Cookie quickly grabbed the sheet with two hands and pulled as hard as she could.

The loud flap of the sheet echoed in the empty room and it revealed a statue.

“Hmm.” Misfit Cookie reads the plaque on the base of the statue. “Fountain of Knowledge. Must have been a big deal.”

Cupid Cookie stared at the cracked statue.

Why?

Why does it look like him?

Of course, it wasn’t a copy paste replica of him. Yet the minor details, specifically the white bangs that drooped over one eye and the shape of the hair, not that many cookies on Earthbread looked like that. Looked like him.

“F-Fountain of Knowledge?” Cupid Cookie repeated in a shaky voice. That wasn’t his name though.

Was it?

This raised questions.

A lot of questions.

“M-Misfit Cookie, we need to leave.”

“But-”

“We. Need. To. Leave. Now.”

Misfit Cookie clammed up, seeing Cupid Cookie’s frame tremble and eyes wide. She nodded her head and walked ahead with the older cookie behind her.

“Oh, there you two are.” Latte Cookie approached both Cupid Cookie and Misfit Cookie. “We were ready to resume the tour.”

“S-sorry! J-just needed some fresh air.” Cupid Cookie stuttered.

“Fresh air when we were already outside?” Espresso Cookie quirked a brow.

Cupid Cookie’s breath hitched.

“I got overwhelmed.” Misfit Cookie spoke up. “I got overwhelmed and left the courtyard. Cupid Cookie left to get me.”

Cupid Cookie looked down at Misfit Cookie with surprise.

“Is that so?” Latte Cookie looked at Cupid Cookie, tilting her head.

“Y-yes. And we were away for a long time because..because I wanted to make sure Misfit Cookie was alright.” Cupid Cookie explained, smiling a little.

“Well,” Latte Cookie started, “if you two are feeling alright right now, then we can continue the last part of this trip.”

The two older cookies lead their class over to go inside, Cupid Cookie and Misfit Cookie following behind.

A little earlier…

“Cupid Cookie, you need to breathe.” Misfit Cookie says, sounding worried as she sits with a shaking Cupid Cookie. “P-please.”

Cupid Cookie was holding her head. Why does everything circle around him? Was she cursed? Is this her punishment? She fell in love with this Beast Cookie, hooked to him, had sex with him countless times, then he left her, she’s carrying his child and when things could have been looking up, she sees a statue of him. Was it him? She couldn’t think straight right now. She couldn’t even breathe-!

Misfit Cookie wrapped her arms around Cupid Cookie, squeezing tightly as she buried her face in her neck. “Please, please calm down.” She repeated, her voice breaking and being caught in her throat.

Cupid Cookie slowly came to, feeling the ground beneath her.

Feeling the wall against her back.

Feeling the warm late afternoon sun shining upon her.

And. Feeling a very scared Misfit Cookie hugging her tightly.

She took deep breaths and just felt her surroundings, coming to. Then she hugged her back. “I’m sorry for scaring you like that. I’m okay now. Thank you.”

Misfit Cookie pulled away to look up at Cupid Cookie, her permanent scowl replaced with worry and concern. “I’m sorry. I-I didn’t know-”

“I know, it’s okay.” Cupid Cookie sighed. “You’re right. I shouldn’t hide things from your aunt. I shouldn’t hide things from Peanut Butter Cookie and I shouldn’t hide things from you, too. You three are my friends. I should have told you all when I came back, but I was too ashamed to.”

“Did you know that Cookie, Cupid Cookie?”

Cupid Cookie looked down. “I.. he looks like a cookie I met when I was in Beast-Yeast. I fell in love with him. Then he left me. And I found out this cookie wasn’t exactly a very safe cookie.”

Misfit Cookie’s eyes widened. “Did he-he-”

“No. By the witches no, that never happened.” Cupid Cookie quickly says. “He didn’t hurt me. But he hurt a lot of cookies. He even killed a Kingdom’s guardian. No cookie told me until I had to leave.”

“And it’s his?” Misfit Cookie asked her.

Cupid Cookie went silent before lifting her head up, and nodding. “I didn’t want to tell you three. I felt so ashamed, that I was scared to tell you three what happened. I thought you three would hate me-”

“I don’t hate you.” Misfit Cookie interrupted. Her bottom lip quivered. “Witches, I.. I was so mad at you, I knew it. I knew it and I didn’t know it was bothering you like this! I’m so sorry! I just.. I hate it when cookies lie to each other or don’t tell each other things. It’s why I don’t have friends, they all stabbed me in the back. I tried to be on my best behavior but I had no friend to find comfort in when I’m not home. So I.. I lash out and misbehave because I didn’t care anymore. I saw you and Miss Latte Cookie talking, and I assumed it was about me and it made me so angry that I left.” Misfit Cookie shook her head before bringing her hands up to hide her face. “I don’t know what to do.”

Cupid Cookie stays silent as she listens to the young cookie vent to her. This must have been bothering her for so long. It makes her question even more if Neapolitan Cookie knew what was really going on, or if Misfit Cookie even felt like she could tell her. Cupid Cookie reached her arm out to place it on Misfit Cookie’s shoulder to give it a gentle squeeze. “Misfit Cookie, I’ll tell you that, yes we were talking about you. But it was mainly my concern and confusion that you were punished to be chaperoned because of one instance. It feels like it was too much and doesn’t exactly fix the situation as this council believes it should. Has no one ever come to talk to you and ask you if things were okay? How have you been feeling? Why do you do this?”

Misfit Cookie shook her head. “I think Miss Latte Cookie tries, but… I don’t know. Sometimes I wonder how much of it is actually genuine concern, or just doing it because she has to.”

Cupid Cookie shifted to sit on her knees across Misfit Cookie. “Do you wanna just go back to the bus?”

Misfit Cookie shook her head. “No. I.. I wanna continue the field trip. I do think this place is kinda cool at least.”

Present

The trip came to an end as the sun was barely visible past the horizon. This was the first time the class has been out this late. The bus was much quieter with students having fallen asleep or whispering to their friends.

Misfit Cookie was no exception, falling asleep on Cupid Cookie’s shoulder.

And she was looking out the window towards the Blueberry Yogurt Academy, recalling the details of the Fountain of Knowledge statue. It piqued her curiosity even more, was that him? 

Truly? 

And if it was, how and why?

How did a cookie once respected in a monumental building of educating history for, probably as long as Earthbread’s land was being discovered, fall so far from grace? To be deemed the most dangerous Cookie?

There would be one cookie to ask. One cookie she trusted for information like this.

She pulled out her phone and began texting.

PB, you present?

Kind of. It depends.

Okay well. Do you got time for a History question maybe??

You can’t see it, but I am currently squinting at my phone reading your question.

That’s a yes or no question, PB.

I just sighed. Yes, I guess. What is it?

What is the Fount of Knowledge?

Cupid Cookie, you can’t ask that!

Why not?

How do you even know about him?!

If I tell you, you can’t go running your yap about it. I mean it. I was chaperoning in place of Neapolitan Cookie with Misfit Cookie at the Blueberry Yogurt Academy. Misfit Cookie ran off and I found her in a room dedicated to him.

Cupid Cookie, we aren’t even allowed to talk about him. It was a rule enforced by higher positions. Even scrolls and books written by him were burned to ashes to erase any and all traces of him. Why hasn’t the Academy completely renovated that room?

Texts are private tho.

Cupid Cookie, I don’t want to test fate.

Can you tell me some vague information on him that would be safe then?

Why do you even care this much? You never even paid attention in History Class.

Genuine curiosity.

I do apologize, but I refuse to elaborate on him. It’s by law.

Whatever. You can go back to doing whatever then.

Cupid Cookie and Misfit Cookie returned to Neapolitan Cookie’s home. Neapolitan Cookie jumped in surprise at their arrival, wiping her eyes. “Oh! You two are home rather late. Were things alright?”

Cupid Cookie nodded her head. “Yeah, just bus delays.”

Neapolitan Cookie hummed in response. She directed her attention to her niece, tilting her head to the side. “And did you enjoy your trip, Misfit Cookie?”

Misfit Cookie shrugged her shoulders. “It was alright. I’m gonna go to my room now.” She walked past her aunt and upstairs, the faint sound of her door closing.

Neapolitan Cookie turns to Cupid Cookie. “How was she?”

“She was fine.” Cupid Cookie answered. “No problems, she stuck by me the whole time.”

Neapolitan Cookie was surprised. “Really?” Then she smiled. “I told you it’d be fine. You had nothing to worry about.”

“Maybe not with Misfit Cookie, but how come you couldn’t go?”

Neapolitan Cookie’s smile wavered. “I-it was uhm..business call.”

Cupid Cookie squinted at her. She crossed her arms over her chest as she sat down. “A business call? I thought your job was more relaxed like you told me.”

“Well-yeah but we have moments where things get intense.” Neapolitan Cookie was barely trying to hide the nervousness in her voice. “What matters is that it's fine now and we don’t need to talk about it anymore! Alright?”

Cupid Cookie frowned. Then she looked away, rubbing the back of her neck before sighing. “Alright.”

Neapolitan Cookie smiles for a few seconds, strained and forced before she averted her gaze. “I..It’s been a long day, so I’m gonna just head to bed.” She nodded her head before turning heel to walk up the stairs quickly.

“Oh-well goodnight I guess.” Cupid Cookie watched the older cookie with confusion. And now she stood in the living room, in silence with her arms crossed over her chest. (Neapolitan Cookie is obviously hiding something.) She thinks to herself, squeezing her arm. (But what? And why? Well, I’m no better myself.) Her arms fell to her side as she slowly flew into her bedroom.

Upon entry, she stopped at the door frame. There was a book on her bed and a piece of paper folded up. Cupid first picked up the paper, unfolded it and read the contents;

‘I was able to sneak this out of that Fount room. I read only a bit of it and lost interest. You can have it but don’t tell cookies I stole it.’ - Misfit Cookie

Cupid Cookie sighs and shakes her head. She picked up the book, placing it on her lap and admired the covering. It was a hard cover, but there was a slight bend to it from age. The edges appeared worn and all intricate details faded from its royal blue and gold color scheme. The only design on the cover was a key decal. No title, no author, just an illustration.

She reads as much as she could before sleep settled in, the last illustration she sees before her eyes was a blue gem with the faint words of, ‘Soul of Knowledge’.

[angelicalchaoticabyss]

Gave him a redesign.

[plutosfruit]

Pavlova was in love with sugar fly (and the feelings could’ve been returned)

“Had the two Cookies met somewhere other than the Garden, they might have hoped for a different kind of Happiness.”

This, the interaction between Pavlova and Sugarfly, and the ending bit in best-yeast 10 sorta implies that Pavlova loved/cared deeply about Sugarfly

[maksimkka]

જ⁀➴ 𓆩 ♡ 𓆪 •°

"Do you wish to relax with me?"

જ⁀➴・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

Oh they won't leave my mind, I'm working on fanfiction of them even so I'm sure I won't finish it until sumer.

[peanutthesheller]

Someone go help him it’s too heavy!!

I love crk x Greek mythology 🫶🫶

[sketchquill]

Cupid and Punkromantic Cotton Candy Cookie! 💘💔💌🍪

[cookieshipshowdown]

I’m genuinely curious how many people submitted SmokedBurningCheese, bc I actually submitted it bc I didn’t see it on the first tallying post and Fix A Beast made me adore them haha

(Idk if this is propaganda bc I’m talking about them? Asdfghjkl)

*opens my spreadsheet and blows away the dust*

there were eight total for BOTH ships, which is why we had the special round between the two. i could've included both, but the herd must be thinned !!

"the herd must be thinned," i say as i finish my set up for Prelims Part Two and begin on the beast/beast/ancient/ancient bracket. yes they are an entirely separate category, mostly because i didn't want them to sweep the rest of the prelims. side-eyes shadowsalt. shadowsugar. shadowflour. there is a common theme here.

[dreamlnder]

you wont believe what i got back into

[dollymina]

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

[caldoderuby]

[kiitkattie]

still haven't finished ep 9 but i had a realization that sugarfly cookie is most likely based on psyche, the goddess of the soul and wife of eros whose symbol is a butterfly :)

[nxvellus]

Give a Second Chance to Cupid - Episode 7

A/N: Another short one here. I know, I know they're seemingly short and it may seem like filler content. I assure you it won't be fillers and fillers for much longer.

Warnings: None

Episode 8: Here!

Along the furthest path of Beast-Yeast past an abandoned village town, a tall milky white tower stands tall and proud, the sharp roof tops piercing the skies. Yet, it was not done yet. Preparations were still being made, adding on the sets, readying the star performers and practice of illusions to fool the mind. Rabbits of different breeds in clown aesthetic threads march to and fro to assist in the set pieces with the assistance of a finely dressed Cookie, holding his microphone delicately.

“Don’t use that frame. It’s worn and peeling. We have created multiple new ones, use those instead.” He directs the two black and white spotted rabbits supporting a painting, walking off to replace it. 

“Those are too many roses, trim them and place them somewhere else. Don’t group them together, it looks cluttered. Spread them out in the Spire and make it look neat.” Rabbits gathered armfuls of roses and transported the flowers in different directions, leaving stray petals behind them.

A lot of busy work for the ever so influential Black Sapphire Cookie. Do these cottontails realize their incompetence is cutting into his very important vocal warmups to sound just as handsome as he looks?

Oh but of course they don’t.

He didn’t have time for this. Pointing at another rabbit. “You. Yes you, I am appointing you as the new stage director now!” He demanded before walking away with a flourish, hands clasped behind his back as his sentient microphone eyed the rabbit down.

The halls of Spire twist, morph and are unpredictable. And yet, more were in the process of creation as the tower continues to grow. Only a stage so grandiose for the star performer.

Speaking of, he hasn’t been seen for quite some time. It usually wasn’t something to stress about, Shadow Milk Cookie was a rather busy cookie. Yet, this felt different. It couldn’t properly be conveyed in words, just a feeling . Maybe curiosity? 

It was a curiosity.

How could he not be?

It’s his purpose to be in the know-it-all of Earthbread, know everything about each individual cookie so he can twist the narratives to his listeners. Finding satisfaction in the destruction of their reputations crumbles into dust by misinformation.

Not to say he would do that to his Master, he’s not a reckless fool. That label belongs to Candy Apple Cookie.

As expected.

He’s hunched at his floating work desk.

By the witches, that’s a lot of plushies. Why did he need that many?

“What do you need, Black Sapphire Cookie?” Shadow Milk questioned, not turning away from his craft. “Aren’t you supposed to be directing in my stead? Schedule is tight, you know and I need all the staff on deck.”

“Of course. Don’t worry, Master. I have assigned another to take my place in the meantime and I will return to it soon.” He says proudly before folding his hands behind his back to examine all of the stuffed plushies and paper crafted puppets. Stitched and painted faces of cookies he is only familiar with by word of mouth.

But

Wait.

He stopped in front of a small plushie pile. At the very top of the small mountain, there was a doll of a cookie he isn’t familiar with. He got closer to it and pinched the small sides to hold it up for closer inspection. “This is.. quite an interesting take on Eternal Sugar Cookie.” He snided.

“What are you talking about?” Shadow Milk cookie turns away from his craft and his mismatched eyes grew wide. “Oi! Hands off!” Thin strings stretched out to immediately snatch the apprehended doll out of the other cookie’s hands.

“...Who is this cookie?”

“None of YOUR business!” He turns back to his workbench, hunched over to really bury his face in his work.

“I’m not too familiar with this cookie, Master Shadow Milk Cookie. Is she perhaps with this bunch we’re preparing for?”

“I said, none of your business!” He’s really focused on getting this stitch in, piercing the needle into the fabric.

Black Sapphire Cookie went silent for a few seconds, before stepping closer behind the jester. “Master Shadow Milk Cookie, who are they?”

He stopped sewing for a moment, then he shook his head to resume. “No one.”

Unconvincing answer.

He sighed. “You know, Master, you haven’t been as quippy, dramatic nor chatty as I remember you to be.”

…

“No randomly popping in from the shadows, creating more than performing, you’ve been locked in this room longer than usual.”

…

“If…this cookie has something to do with you behaving rather out of character, then don’t you believe they should be handled with? I can deal with them before they arrive. It’ll give me enough time to-”

“Do not.”

The way the command was growled out silenced the other cookie immediately. He turned to face his master and flinched at the sight of his deadly gaze boring into his very soul. Even the eyes in his hair stare him down with ill-intent. “M-my apologies, Master. I did not mean to step out of line.” Black Sapphire Cookie dipped his head, his face growing warm with shame.

The room went uncomfortably quiet again.

“She was in the Faerie Kingdom.”

Black Sapphire Cookie lifted his head up. “Hm?”

“She was pairing cookies together, because that Kingdom is so sad and such a drag they needed to get some romance going. That’s why she was there.” Then he snickered. “Oh if only they knew how she truly felt about them.”

“Disdain?”

“Jealousy! And even hatred.” Shadow Milk Cookie laughed. “Oh! It’s hysterical really! Pissing off the one cookie you asked for help because your Kingdom is so gloomy and what, she broke a few rules here and there?! Ugh, just like their Guardian.” He relaxes, staring ahead at the doll before continuing, “She was interesting. It made me wonder more about her, what she’s like. Luring her into the forest, working up the charms and she kept coming back for more!”

“Uh huh. I see. And the doll is because…?”

Shadow Milk Cookie frowns. “I wanted to match.” He shrugged.

Black Sapphire Cookie squinted at him. “You’re infatuated with this cookie.”

Silence.

“Maybe. But! She’s gone! Left early when Nilly and Lily showed up!” He lied.

“Assuming her return seems to be slim to none?”

“Leaning on the none. Pesky cookies really waste their energies to play the hero. Unfortunately, she would fall for it and follow along.”

“From what you told me about her, it wouldn’t be because she wanted to. But she isn’t given a choice in the manner.” Black Sapphire Cookie starts thinking.

“I can read your thoughts. You better not pull some shit behind the scenes.”

“No no, Master. I am just brainstorming. Hm. I’ll get back to finishing up my tasks after I handle my own.” He turns and starts walking over to the closed door. Then he stops when he grips the handle. “I assume you don’t want me to tell Candy Apple Cookie about this.”

“Did you even need to assume?” 

Black Sapphire Cookie snickers before stepping out and closing the door behind him. He turns and- “SHIT!” Jumped back far, his back bumps against the door and clutches his chest.

Candy Apple Cookie stood before the older cookie, her bright red eyes stared up at him widely. “What were you doing in my Master’s workroom?”

Black Sapphire Cookie gave an exaggerated sigh before smoothing his wrinkled suit with annoyance. “I’m not doing this again with you.” He grumbled before walking off.

She followed behind closely. “What were you two talking about?! I heard you say my name! What did you say?! What did he say?! Black Sapphire Cookie do NOT ignore me!”

Cupid Cookie paced back and forth in her living room.

She can’t tell her friends this.

No.

Not limited to friends.

No one can know about this.

How could she even explain it? ‘Hey guys, I’m pregnant! Oh how? I like absolutely fucked One of the Deadliest Cookies on Earthbread!’

By the witches, how could she have been so careless?! So.. embarrassingly desperate? This was probably some kind of twisted punishment for such actions.

She stopped pacing and just sat on her chair. All of that pacing exhausted her. She leans back in her chair, staring up at her ceiling.

This was reality. This was it.

And.

Maybe instead of crying about it and taking her sexual frustrations out on the doll version of the cookie that caused this, Cupid Cookie needed to adapt to this.

She gets up and slowly flies around her house, refreshing her memory of the layout. Bathroom. Kitchen. Living Room. Bedroom. The essentials needed to home just one cookie, yet big enough for guests.

“Hmm. I should discuss it with the Sugar Gnomes. I’m not too good at this.” She mumbled to herself before grabbing her cellphone and flying out of the house.

“Doopity-Doo? You wanna expand your house?” The small, full bearded handymen asked. “You don’t want to just find a different house, Cupid Cookie?”

She shakes her head and smiles. “Oh no no. Where I’m currently at is rather comfortable. Not to mention convenient.” She hums a laugh.

“Those are rather important! However, depending on how much remodeling needs to be done will also depend on how many materials we’ll need.” A Sugar Gnome explains to her.

“I would just need one room added. That wouldn’t be too much work for you guys, would it?”

“Nothing is too much work for us!” They proudly announce. “We love building and assisting in the kingdom and the cookies! We’ll be more than happy to add a room if that is something you want, Cupid Cookie.”

She nodded her head. “Thank you. It’s really appreciated.”

“Just one more thing,” A Gnome stepped up, his little mallet resting on his shoulder. “For the safety of cookies when it comes to construction, you will have to be away from the area.”

Cupid Cookie blinked in surprise. “I-I see. W-well, that is fair honestly. Uhm… I have a friend who’s local that I can stay with in the meantime.” She scrolls on her cellphone. “One moment.”

RING! RING!

RING! RING!

“Peanut Butter Cookie speaking.”

“Hey, PB.” Cupid Cookie responded, trying to hide her nervousness. “Hey listen, I’m getting work done on my house by the Sugar Gnomes and I need somewhere to stay until they’re done.”

“Remodel? What for?”

Cupid Cookie swore internally. She had a hunch she was gonna ask, but was hoping that it wouldn’t have happened. “Just wanted the extra space. That’s all.”

“Ah. Well. I would love to have you stay, however it’s just impossible.”

“What? How come?”

“I have family over. They’re visiting for a week and all the space I thought was free has been taken up.”

“Did the entire jamline show up and just pack themselves in?”

Peanut Butter Cookie snorted. “Pretty much, yes. But I love them regardless. I’m very sorry, Cupid Cookie. But I’m sure Neapolitan Cookie wouldn’t mind it.”

Cupid Cookie slouched her shoulders. “But she lives in Parfaedia..that’s a ways away from the Kingdom!”

“I’m sorry, I really am-hm? Yes? Alright, I’ll be over. Listen Cupid Cookie, if you don’t wanna stay in Parfaedia then why not just cancel the construction? Surely the need for extra storage can’t be that dire, right?”

Cupid Cookie chewed the inside of her cheek. (If only that was the case.) She just sighed. “I’ll.. I’ll give her a call. Don’t let me hold you, Peanut Butter Cookie.”

“...I hope it goes well. Take care.”

Beep!

The line had cut.

Cupid Cookie shuffled her feet before ringing up Neapolitan Cookie.

Parfaedia, a bustling city known for their magical cookies and the Institute. Stepping away from the train station while wheeling her suitcase alongside her with her cellphone in hand, Cupid Cookie looked around with caution. While she has heard the good about this city, she has heard the bad. Illegal usage of magic, occasional swarms of monsters, objects coming to life to attack-it’s one of the many locations to have a Police Station. And the Kingdom just recently recruited knights.

“Oi! On your left!”

Cupid Cookie turned her head left and sighed in relief.

Neapolitan Cookie and Misfit Cookie arrived. “We had to do some cleaning up and rearrange some stuff for your stay. Took a little longer because Misfit here didn’t tell me our vacuum was broken.”

Misfit Cookie huffed, crossing her arms. “I said I was sorry!”

Cupid Cookie flew over to hug them both. “It’s appreciated. I’m sorry for troubling you.”

Neapolitan Cookie waved it off. “It’s not an issue for me, Cupid Cookie. I truly don’t mind it at all. You’re free to come over whenever! I really don’t mind.” She smiles as she squeezed Cupid’s hands. Then she turns to face the city. “If you’re hungry-”

“Starving.”

Neapolitan Cookie laughs. “We can either eat at my house or we can get something out there.”

“Can we go to that one place with the juicy jelly burgers?” Misfit Cookie asked. “I’m crazy for their milkshakes.”

“It’s up to what Cupid Cookie is in the mood for.” Neapolitan Cookie says to her niece.

The mention of a juicy jelly burger did sound appealing. Very appealing. She placed a hand over her stomach and nodded her head. “Yeah, we can get burgers.”

Cupid Cookie leans back with a sigh. “Hooh.. I don’t think I can eat another bite. I’m stuffed.”

Neapolitan Cookie and Misfit Cookie stared at the three baskets placed in front of Cupid Cookie with surprise. Neapolitan Cookie spoke up, “I understand you were sick for sometime, but were you that hungry? Three jellyburgers and sugar sticks is a lot, even for me.”

Cupid Cookie laughs nervously, blushing a little. “I guess I was.”

“If your appetite has grown, I might have to stock up our kitchen. For you and Misfit Cookie.”

“Auntie said you went to Beast-Yeast?” Misfit Cookie asked. “How was it?”

Cupid Cookie swallowed dryly. “Well.. it was nice. Not as dangerous as a lot of cookies say it was, but I only stayed in one area during my visit.” Cupid Cookie lies and stripped away some details compared to what she told Neapolitan Cookie and Peanut Butter Cookie.

“Aww. No monster encounters or anything? Lame.” Misfit Cookie grumbled before slurping on her milkshake.

Neapolitan Cookie frowns at Misfit’s response before shaking her head. “I think we should stop mentioning or discussing Beast-Yeast moving forward.”

Cupid Cookie looked off to the side before nodding her head. “Yeah. I agree.”

“Here is your room during your visit. Misfit and I got it cleaned up and prepped for you.” Neapolitan Cookie shows off the spare bedroom. It was a simple room, nothing too extravagant like back in the Faerie Kingdom-what did you both agree on back at the restaurant? Stop talking about Beast-Yeast. No more, talking about Beast-Yeast!

Cupid Cookie steps inside. “Thanks.”

Neapolitan Cookie nodded. “You seem tired, so I’ll let you get some rest in. If you need anything, feel free to help yourself. See you in the morning, Cupid Cookie.” Then the door closed with a soft click.

Cupid Cookie sighs in relief and lays down on her bed. She curled up on her side, ready to sleep.

RING! RING!

RING! RING!

“Hello?”

“Doopity-Doo! Evening, Cupid Cookie! It is us, the Sugar Gnomes! We wanted to inform you on a time frame that it would take us to expand your house! From the materials currently being used and retrieving them to properly shape and mold the house to look perfect, it would take us… about a month or two!”

Cupid Cookie shot up immediately. “A m-month?! That seems rather lengthy! I-I-”

“No need to worry, Cupid Cookie. We will still try to work efficiently, yet carefully and maybe we can get it done much earlier! We will let you know and keep you updated!”

Cupid Cookie gave out a shaky breath, dragging her hand down her face as she groaned. “I..a-alright. Alright. It’s not a bother for me.” Lie. “Don’t let me interrupt your work then.”

She hangs up the phone before laying on her back. The urge to scream was building up, but no. She can’t do that in someone else’s home. She’ll just swallow it, keep it within, then let it out later. Much later.

“A month?!” Neapolitan Cookie exclaimed as she brewed some coffee.

“That’s what I said!” Cupid Cookie shouted. “I didn’t think it would take them that long. I mean, the Sugar Gnomes are usually quick but they said because of what my house is made of, it’s gonna take them much longer.” She sighs. “If I’m overextending my stay, I really didn’t mean it.”

“No no, it’s fine. It’s…I don’t understand why they didn’t tell you in advance.”

Cupid Cookie fiddled with her hands. “I guess I should have asked firsthand. But it slipped my mind because I was too anxious and antsy for it to be done.”

“You’re that anxious to get a storage space?” Neapolitan Cookie questioned, sipping her coffee. “Kinda strange honestly.”

Cupid Cookie laughs nervously, before frowning. “Ugh, fuck.” She muttered before turning away from the rancid smell of the coffee Neapolitan Cookie was sipping. (Damn heightened sense of smell!)

“Misfit Cookie is at school right now. Or she should be at school. That young cookie just can’t seem to avoid getting into trouble.” Neapolitan Cookie sighs.

“She’s a teen. Like you didn’t get into shit before? You don’t remember when we tried to convince Peanut Butter Cookie to distract some Cakehounds to sneak into a Cream Sheep farm?” Cupid Cookie teases.

“That was a foolish act. We did it all because I wanted to impress a cookie but was too scared to do it alone!”

“...But it worked.”

“It did work. Then it turned out that cookie just had a penchant for odd hobbies and I didn’t want to be a part of it anymore.”

“I.. can only imagine.” Cupid Cookie leans back and taps her hands on the table. “I haven’t been in Parfaedia enough times so like, what is there to do around here?”

“Library. Park. Sometimes there’s little city events that take place for cookies to show off their magical skills.”

“So pretty much like the Kingdom then.”

Neapolitan Cookie shrugged. “Yeah I guess.”

“I’ll just clean myself up and go on a walk later then, look around and stuff.”

Cupid Cookie flew down the sunny streets of Parfaedia. A heavy contrast compared to night with all of the lights illuminating the streets, shimmering like stars. There was always something taking place even on work/school days. Cupid Cookie hums before her eyes catch a bookstore and she swiftly flies in.

Walking, because flying of all sorts was prohibited, through the isles of perfectly organized books based on their genres and authors. The only books Cupid had were romance, sonnets and romcoms. In her defense, they were gifts from cookies none the wiser and it’s rude to turn down gifts.

“Oh?” Something caught her eye as she carefully pried a book out from the shelf. Admiring the cover art before opening it to read the inside synopsis. “Bear witness to the astounding tale of the Heroic Wizard traversing through the eons of space and time to find his destiny and prove his loyalty and love-ugh.” She closed the book and shoved it back on the shelf. Rolling her eyes, she continued searching around the library.

And spotted something.

A Novel for Raising Baby Doughs.

There’s just a book for everything, is there?

Placing a gloved hand on her stomach, Cupid Cookie stood there admiring the text for a moment. She could get it, it would help her out a lot. However, she’d be questioned by Neapolitan Cookie. It’s a struggle. A big one.

Ugh. Screw it. 

She’ll just keep it hidden underwraps until she’s back home.

“Oh hey, welcome back!” Neapolitan Cookie greeted Cupid Cookie. “I see you did some shopping.”

“Hm? What gave it away?” Cupid Cookie asked as she held two bags in her hands. “I’ll keep them in my room so they aren’t in the way.”

“May I ask what you got there?”

“Nothing much, just a tone of chocolate.”

Neapolitan Cookie scoffs. "No way you spent all that time outside and all you got were-chocolates..”

“Hmph.” Cupid Cookie stuffed the bar of rich chocolates back in its bag before flying into her room. “I’ll be out in a second, just need to relax from all of that flying.” 

Cupid Cookie closed herself off in her room, placing the bag of chocolates besides her bed. She pulled the book out and admired the cover. An illustration of an older cookie and a baby dough together in a pastel color palette painting surrounded by flowers and blueberry birds. Looking up at the door again, ensuring it’s locked before beginning to read and study.

Nine months, yeah.

Hormone kicks, mhm.

The obvious mentioned from what she remembered, or found out after the visit with a Healing Cookie. She just jumped towards the end for when the baby was here.

Okay, yes. This is what she needed. She’ll read up on these sections only over and over.

It’s two weeks in staying with Neapolitan Cookie and today Cupid Cookie would be assisting her with deep cleaning and going out to restock for the month. With so much moving around and current exhaustion, her energy to even fly was slowly deteriorating away; however she hides it to the best of her abilities.

She couldn’t wait to collapse into her bed, eagerly entering her bedroom-

“Misfit Cookie?!” She shrieked.

Misfit Cookie was laid on Cupid Cookie’s bed, eating her chocolate and reading the Novel for Raising Baby Doughs with a bored expression. “What did you get this for? Do you plan on having kids?”

Cupid Cookie grumbled before storming over to snatch it away from her hands and stuffed it into her suitcase instead. “Didn’t your aunt tell you to not go into your guest’s room?”

“Auntie Neapolitan Cookie can’t tell me what to do and also this is my house too and you are also my guest.” Misfit Cookie responded, putting her arms behind her head as she stared at the ceiling.

“Nice try, kiddo.” Cupid Cookie scoffed before collecting all of the spared chocolates, which sadly wasn’t a lot. “Alright, you had your fun, now get out of here.”

“Why do you have a pregnancy book?”

Cupid Cookie sighs. “Misfit Cookie, please get out.”

“Are you pregnant? If you are, I’m gonna tell Auntie Neapolitan Cookie.”

“No, I’m not pregnant. Now can you please leave?”

“If you aren’t then why do you have this?”

“Misfit. Cookie. Get. Out.”

“Answer my question first!”

“It’s for a friend. I answered your question, now get out.”

“That’s a lie! According to Auntie Neapolitan Cookie, you and Peanut Butter Cookie are the only friends you guys have!”

Cupid Cookie sighs and sits on her chair, rubbing her temples.

“If you’re pregnant-”

“I’m NOT pregnant!” Cupid Cookie started yelling.

Their yelling grabbed the attention of Neapolitan Cookie. She walked in the guest bedroom with confusion. “What’s going on here? Misfit Cookie, what are you doing here?”

“Because I can and because I want to.” Misfit Cookie shrugged her shoulders. “Whatever, I’m bored and I’m going back to my room.” She gets off the bed and walks over to her own bedroom.

Neapolitan Cookie sighs and shakes her head in disbelief. “Oh this kid. Hey, what’s going on? I heard you yelling.”

Cupid Cookie huffs and shakes her head. “It’s nothing.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

Cupid Cookie has been on edge after her room was infiltrated. Misfit Cookie knew the truth and there was no telling if she would spill the beans to her aunt. She tried to calm down, stress wasn’t good for the baby, but how could she?

She should call Peanut Butter Cookie to revise that request to stay with her for the rest of the month.

Ugh, but then Neapolitan Cookie might get her feelings hurt and then the truth comes out.

Fuck.

This shit sucked so much.

Dammit, where was her phone?

RING!

RING!

RING!

“You called three times?” Peanut Butter Cookie finally answered with confusion.

“Hey, uhm,” Cupid Cookie looked over her shoulder to make sure her door was closed and locked this time. “Listen, it’s not working out at Neapolitan Cookie’s.”

“Why? What’s going on?”

“Nea’s niece.”

Peanut Butter Cookie let out a disappointed sigh. “Should have known. What happened this time?”

“She broke into the bedroom I was currently resting in and she got into my stuff, my chocolates dude.”

Peanut Butter Cookie went quiet. Before saying in a confused tone, “Your chocolates? Is that it?”

Cupid Cookie groans. “Yes. Yes, my chocolates.”

“Cupid Cookie, not to downplay your annoyance, but chocolate isn’t that pricey to get. They cost the same everywhere in Earthbread. I'm positive. You told Neapolitan Cookie this, yes?”

“No. I didn’t think it would bother me but now it does. And what would even be the point of replenishing it? Kid will just break in again and eat them all!”

“Hey hey, let’s calm down. Remember, this is a child we are talking about. Let’s not get too angry here, okay? Just go tell Neapolitan Cookie what happened and we can solve the problem from there. Alright?”

“I.. I still want to come over.”

Peanut Butter Cookie went silent as she looked behind her shoulder. “I-I’m sorry, Cupid Cookie. But something came up.”

“What? What happened?”

“I…fuck uhm..it’s just a family issue. I really do not want to get into the details. I know, I’m sorry. Just-”

“No. No, it’s fine. I’m sorry. I’m just..ugh..I was really looking forward to enjoying myself with them and..yeah I should tell Neapolitan Cookie. You take care, Peanut Butter Cookie. I’ll see you later.”

Beep!

Cupid Cookie was kept afloat by her wings in one place. 

And then she was mindlessly dangled side to side by thin blue strings wrapped around her limbs, torso and neck.

Her stitched smile and button eyes stare up at the cookie puppeteering her, and he returns his gaze with slight intrigue in his mismatched colored eyes. Lifting up his hand to hold her above his head, his slitted pupils followed the puppet’s every move.

Then the strings release the doll, causing her to fall in Shadow Milk Cookie’s hand.

He’s confused.

Recalling what he conversed with Black Sapphire Cookie, what was so interesting about this common cookie? It couldn’t just be because she entertained him or the humor in watching her put on a mask just to be socially accepted by cookies? Just for such a mask to falter when those fairies were giving her a hard time?

Ugh. Feelings were so confusing and such a nuisance.

Why did he have to have them?

And why were they causing him to be drawn to someone like her? She was just a bit of entertainment to do on the side as a break for preparing the big event. And now that it’s being put into motion, she’s just an obstacle.

A distraction.

Ugh, by the hideous witches, how dare this damned cookie make him feel something and pry his motives away from something important?! He shouldn’t have given in! Now, he’s burdened with this!

Wait.

Burdened?

No. No that can’t be.

“Ha….haha…” His body slightly shakes before he drapes his hand over his eyes, throwing his head back to let out a maniacal laugh. No way, he’s burdened with feelings for some common cookie who he knows would never return to Beast-Yeast?

She’s not a fool, some cookie would have told her the deets by now. She isn’t coming back.

And yet,

That notion bothered him.

Disturbed him.

His laughter died down and a sigh left him. That feeling will pass. There’s another cookie he’s anticipating seeing. If things go accordingly, then he won’t be so bothered by this little cherub cookie.

…

She feels soft in his hands though.

He’ll hold onto her a little bit longer.

Just a little.

[dandysworldhcs]

I don't think sprout and Cosmo's heals taste good. Like at all. In my mind, Sprout's cupcakes are dry, with a frosting akin to drywall, beacuase he made that concoction to last inside his pocket. No amount of soda can save you, you will be hacking after eating it.

And Cosmo... Well he just grabbed a chocolate chip cookie and slathered a piece of himself on it. It tastes like ichor and chocolate, and oh boy do those two not mix. Hey, it'd be worse without the cookie, so thank him for that.

Ginger's are surprisingly nice! Just beacuase her baking tastes like ass, doesn't mean she does.

- Sprinkles anon (If it's not taken of course!!)

This is so funny. Actually so funny. HELP gold star, anon. Gold star!!

Unfortunately just sprinkles anon is taken.... but we could call you pink sprinkles anon since that's the color you picked if you'd like!!

[nxcturus]

I adore the direction the story went for Eternal Sugar's update. I love Eternal Sugar being so, soo manipulative and not as obviously evil as the other beasts.

[plumkln]

🪽💘 Eternal Sugar Cookie 💘🪽

I totally forgot to post this here, shame on me. Anyways I GOT HER!!! TWICE!! WOOHOO!!