#savior vanilla cookie

[brittle-doughie]

In reply to the one anon who made this post:

https://www.tumblr.com/brittle-doughie/784116634818363392/heya-brittle-helldivers-2-recently-got-a-big I could imagine that in both the Evil Y/N Cookie AU and the Ancient Beast Order AU, the Cookie Kingdom has become something akin to Super Earth. A hyper militaristic, borderline dictatorial society in which the military has gone into almost every aspect of life. In the former AU it would be because well... Y/N Cookie is evil and has a thirst for power and expansion. The Cookie Kingdom could always have more land, more gold, more jewels, a bigger army, a bigger fleet, more power. In the latter AU it'd be out of necessity because there are 10 different beasts on Earthbread, all with eyes on their kingdom and ruler and all with their own kingdoms and forces at their command. At that point, militarism might be required to keep the peace for more than a week and to protect those who cannot protect themselves.

The Frostbite Cacao army is treacherous.

The Jamberry army is ruthless.

The Prophet’s herd is selfless.

The Empress’ army is numerous.

And the Lady’s silver knights are merciless.

Strawberry Crepe, along with every other technological engineers’ work you have is never done in this AU.

It’s a necessity that you have ships, airships, tanks, satellites, the whole deal to fight off the Beasts of both sides.

[cryptidmickle]

hi your amnesiac au has me in SHAMBLES plsplspls im crying sobbing stabbing the floor

im so glad i discovered your blog 😭 your art is so lovely and nice and just. Yes. eats everythibg snd leaves no crumbs /silly

PLEASE i require more info about amnesiac au.

could this happen to the other Beasts? if it can happen to Shadow Milk, it might be possible with the others, should their Ancient counterparts get lucky with their attacks

does Shadow Milk gradually become less of an ass? does he seek answers as to Why he was so awful? does he care at all?

how horrified is he at the revelation that he was such a huge issue for the faeries + PV, if at all? he already doesn't know much about himself, so would not knowing he was such a problem, such an awful person, terrify him, considering he doesn't remember any of this?

idk. i personally would be so so incredibly horrified and terrified that i was so terrible and..well, monstrous, if i may. i kinda project onto Shadow Milk im ngl so that's probably why im saying any of this

IM SORRY THIS IS SO LONG im just so,,, AAAUAGTHYBHLRHTLBFLTTKG /POS abt this entire au. hoenstly it inspires me; both your art and your ideas and concepts

hope you have a good day!! stay safe /gen

SOBS IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE THIS AU!!! i read all the tags on my posts btw so if any of u went crazy in there i saw it and went crazy w u. im deranged and mentally ill if u cant tell.

i would say the cracking of the souljam and loss of power is very possible for the other beasts! the amnesia however is a Very special case of pure vanilla fucking up the spell he cast

the other beasts would be depowered and much weaker, but retain their memories...... actually, would their corruption break as well since the souljam disconnected entirely from them? hm, i think redemption would be more possible if an ancient got a lucky shot, in that case

shadow milk does in fact become less of a jerk! what with no longer being secluded in a spire losing his mind and sense of identity all by himself, his personality is forced to become. eh. LESS THORNY.

pure vanilla is socializing him like a dog and he is NOT enjoying it. but i am. put that guy in situations.

shadow milk does in fact seek answers to why he did so many terrible things! he knows his... current personality isn't the greatest, but he can't imagine doing some of the things described

he feels a certain disconnect to the him others describe terrorizing them to the him of present, while he feels bad for what happened to them he doesn't really feel apologetic because was it really him? how's he supposed to know?

should he feel sorry because it technically was him, just.. evil? would that excuse it if he doesn't feel sorry at all?

this is where shadow milk and white lily have similar dilemmas because they both have previously done terrible things to others, especially pure vanilla. they feel bad about it, they dont wanna hurt him or others like that ever again

but then this is where they separate because shadow milk doesn't feel at fault, he doesn't remember doing all those things, he doesn't even know who that was! you want me to grovel forever about it? pathetic, what's done is done anyways, why not try to do something now?

white lily absolutely despises that mindset as she's competing with pv over who can hate themselves more, and she is winning. she thinks they both deserve to repent forever for their crimes but is constantly reminded of the fact that she remembers but shadow milk doesn't! she knows what she did, why she did it, it was bad and terrible, but she understands and that's what's important and she must repent for it

shadow milk doesn't know, he doesn't know anything at all and theres even more that they can't tell him as he's apparently been evil for centuries. it's hard to argue that he needs to feel bad when the personalities are truly separated.

......i went on a ramble again.

he doesn't feel bad about what he did but he is in fact, very unnerved that he may be capable of those actions again, and with pure vanilla trying to teach him to be good and kind its...... panic inducing sometimes, that maybe he can do something terrible again, that the evil is possibly just lurking under the surface and hes fooling himself and everyone around him

[riversidecryptid]

Would you guys believe me if I told you I’ve never drawn people kissing before

[ilikerosesalot]

Honestly out of all the things I am not surprised that pure vanilla to play a role into me returning back to cookie run. I was always fond of that cookie even before I knew of his lore

....I just didn't expect my return would happen through him getting his own toxic yaoi ship, is all.

[percijester]

me: mid all-nighter, grinding to finish work for a course, already running off of 3 hours of sleep in the past 24 hours, Struggling

cookie run dropping a new update/the beast raid, simultaneously vanquishing any ounce of tiredness via the sheer power of autism and giving me a motive to finish the work:

[alice-angel12x]

The Blue Knight pt.3

The complicated heart arch.

<- Part 2/ Part 4 -> this way

It was a challenge as we continued our journey through beast yeast. Each step of the way, we would find another shard of the light of freedom. Each time I would see this Silent salt figure and the green hooded figure, Bliss Butter.

But we continued to press on, till we came across a real Fairy Cookie! According to Pure Vanilla, White Lily Cookie had met this fairy. They saw it in the vision from the light of freedom.

I wish I weren't so out of the loop and receiving completely different visions. Nonetheless, the fairy Silver Bell Cookie led us to the Fairy kingdom to see White Lily Cookie.

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Y/n and the others stood in awe at the beautiful kingdom made of plants and silver. The fairies sing a song to white lily cookie in the hope of her return. She is a hero, a savior of sorts to these cookies.

Y/n's heart tightens slightly, not helping with their slight sting of inferiority. Eventually, Silver Bell led them to a glass case, inside was the hero herself.

'Wow, she is really pretty,' Y/n thought to themselves. ' No wonder Pure Vanilla's heart still flutters for her.'

Y/n watched as Pure vanilla stood over her case, eyes full of longing. But just as Pure Vanilla explained the light of freedom, a new fairy arrived.

"Silver Bell! I hear you let outsiders into our kingdom," The gray and silver fair said.

"Ah! Mercy Knight Cookie! These cookies are friends of White Lily Cookie," Silver Bell explained.

"Well, his majesty has ordered that these outsiders be brought before him.

"The king wishes to see us?" Gingerbrave asked in awe.

"Elder fairy... He should have many answers about white lily Cookie's past, and this great calamity," Pure Vanilla thought aloud.

"Then let's not keep his majesty waiting," Y/n nods.

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The group stood before the king, a moderately tall Cookie with a slim build, somewhat elderly periwinkle eyes and pointed eyebrows, and dark magenta dough. His pale lavender blue hair is styled into triangle bangs.

"So it is you. Those who claim to be white Lily cookies' ally," He says slowly. "Well, all but one of you."

He looks at Y/n Knight Cookie.

"I never met her, so I can't say I am. But Pure vanilla sees her as an ally, so I will too," Y/n Spoke, giving a nod to Pure vanilla who smiles back.

"I see cookies who bear the fate of the Dessert world on their shoulders before me," Elder Faeie Cookie says.

"A cookie who controls his own fate with his bravery," The king looks to Gingerbrave.

He shifts his gaze to Strawberry and Wizard Cookie. " A warm-hearted cookie who always puts her friends first. And a Cookie of short stature."

Wizard Cookie was a bit annoyed that his height was mentioned.

"And an ancient hero, a cookie of light who protects the balance of this world," He says as he walks past Y/n to Pure Vanilla.

"Your majesty, allow me to introduce us. This is Y/n Knight, Gingerbrave, strawberry Cookie, and wizard Cookie. And I am Pure Vanilla Cookie. We come from the land of Crispa. We have come to-"

"Find Dark Entrantress Cookie," the Elder faerie said.

"How did he know?!" Gingerbraves asked in awe.

"Since ancient times. I have protected this silver tree at the order of the witches." The King started to explain.

As he spoke Y/n's eyes wandered to the tree. A large tree with branches that twisted into the shape of the soul games. A large vine wraps around the trunk, keeping whatever is inside locked away.

As the fairies sang around the tree, visions flashed across Y/n's eyes. The tree on fire, the tree destroyed, the tree restored, a figure standing before the tree. They wore a green hood and a star-shaped candy jewel.

"The power of Virtue, purified by the witches themselves... The Soul Jam that you harness," Elder Faire's voice rings in Y/n's ear. "You are not the first to wield that power."

The faerie King began to tell the story of the legendary virtues, how they were to bring cookies into their golden age. But over time, they fell into darkness. As Y/n listened to the story, they couldn't help but feel like something was being left out.

"Excuse me, Your Majesty. I have a question," Y/n raised their hand.

"Yes?" The king asked patiently.

"Was there a beast who went by Bliss Butter Cookie? I think she had a star-shaped Candy Jewelry," Y/n asked slowly.

Everyone was silent. Pure vanilla and Co. were simply confused by the question. The fairies looked at her with bewilderment, but Elder Fairy tensed slightly. He walks closer to Y/n Cookie to whisper something.

"Hold onto that question," He says quietly.

He turns quickly and explains how to awaken White Lily Cookie. Just as Pure Vanilla Cokkie and the rest were about to leave, he noticed Y/n staying behind.

"Ah, Lov-.. Y/n, aren't you coming?" Pure Vanilla asked, concern in his voice,

"I need to speak with them, you go and collect the rest of the light of Freedom," Elder Faerie Cookie explained.

"I'll be fine, you go ahead," Y/n smiles slightly.

"Alright. We'll meet you back here, okay," Pure Vanilla replies.

Y/n nodes and quickly follows the fairy king.

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The two walked silently through the kingdom's garden, and the silence was intense.

"So is there more to that story than you let on?" Y/n cookie asked.

"Indeed, for this beast stands apart from her peers. When the great witch created her, bliss butter was meant to be a guiding star. Guiding the cookies and her fellow virtues to the brightest possible future," The king explained.

"But when her peers fell to darkness, despair consumed her."

"So what happened? She doesn't seem to be sealed away with the others," Y/n pointed out.

"That's because Bliss Butter was Clever, and the power her soul jam granted her only more unpredictable," The king said darkly.

"What power?" Y/n asked.

"Bliss Butter's Light of Hope granted her the power to foresee every possibility. Meaning she could guide cookies to either fate or their doom. She saw where the beast's path led, so she pretended to aid the witch. From there, I am unsure why she vanishes. For all we know, this is all according to her plan," the Elder fairy said.

"So why keep this quiet? Why didn't you tell the others?" Y/n asked.

"Because after she vanished, the Blue Lily Dragon became the holder of her Soul jam. And she saw that the next holder would come asking about Bliss Butter," Elder Faeire Cookie pauses and looks to Y/n Sorrowfully. "And when that happens, Blue Lily Dragon would have long since perished. Leaving you with a heavy burden that I wouldn't even wish on my enemies."

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DUN DUN DAAA!! till next chapter.

[jellyala]

“The Holy Shepherd”

Do you all have time to talk about our lord and savior Saint Vanilla Cookie??? 🙂

Beasts Ancients au belongs to 👉 @cuppajj

[drewdle-doodle]

Fiveer numb!!!!!

What if pure vanilla was a beast, divine extract cookie, the beast of subjugation

A leader to his lands and his fellow soul jam holders. He was seen as a god among cookies and he saw himself as a vessel of their wishes. But this belief corrupted as he saw the truth of discord, and how he could claim unity through oblivion and so brought his allies down a darker path. Only one who fought against was the pure white lily, however she was dumped into the witches dinner and reborn scarlet starch, loyal to extract forevermore.

He now waits for his turn to reclaim his jam and his role as the “savior” of Earthbread

[willbethehero]

The Displaced Flower and the Saviors’ Youngest (aka Bonnie The Kid Finds White Lily Cookie)

Concept by @potatotato-26 and @sherllockholems

PS, please ignore the eyepatch Siffrin has in some arts.

This takes place BEFORE the rouge takes the L.

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Don't worry about me.

Please, take care of Pure Vanilla Cookie.

In this place, your bravery and loyalty will become his best defense.

Thank you! My Light of Truth will illuminate our path so we don't lose our way.

Farewell, my friend...

These were the last words you could recall with clarity. A decision to diverge paths. A promise to meet again.

But that was before the smell of burnt sugar overwhelmed your senses and a tight squeeze gripped your stomach, your mind fading into darkness shortly afterwards.

Upon your (rough) awaking, it became clear that you were on a meadow. A strangely empty meadow. With nary a Cookie or creature in sight. Only the strands of (slightly larger?) grass billowing in the wind and clouds moving against the sky was proof this was no dream.

Add the lack of any familiar sightings made it clear: you were transported to someplace not in the Faerie Kingdom, nor even in Beast-Yeast. Perhaps a foreign country.

There may have been a touch of grumbling and/or screaming upon the realization of how far you (potentially) are from your friends. The irony of somehow falling into an enemy trap just as soon as you parted ways and promised to meet again is not one that amuses you. Still, you manage to pick yourself up with your staff (that thankfully still has your Soul Jam shining its ever-verdant light) and begin your trek in unknown territory. Regardless of circumstance, you still had a duty to fulfill.

As soon as you figure out where you were.

…

Time passes.

While you are unsure of how long you had been unconscious, you are now aware that it is at least a bit past midday, thanks to the sun’s slow descent. Not much, but at least it's a start. The same can’t be said for locating any signs of life. So far, attempts at finding any other Cookies have proven… fruitless. It’s… somewhat worrying that you may have been transported to a desolate island, but you brush the notion aside for now.

Grooowll…

After all, you still need to eat. You had a long day before and ahead of you.

Gathering food wasn’t as big of an issue as you’d thought it would be. You are grateful you still possess your survival skills from so long ago. What were edibles vs non-edibles was something you managed to figure out during your long treks across Earthbread, satiating your hunger for the moment. You sigh after managing to quell your stomach. The remaining issue of your parched throat would be solved after following the sound of flowing to a river nearby. Not before cleaning up after yourself, of course. Once more, you continue your trek in uncharted territory.

It’s strangely peaceful once you arrive at the stream… Besides the obvious, not a sound echoes through the dense forestry you find yourself in. You once more sigh, horns itching, still unsure if there was anyCookie available in this barren region. There has to be some sign of civilization. You’d even take Cake Hounds at this point…

“That’s enough of that,” you slightly chide to yourself. You need to drink. Recuperate and then continue forward. Find anyCookie that could give directions and continue from there.

Plan in mind, you dip your hands into the moving water, gently cupping the water to taste-test for anything wrong. It’s… tasteless? You don’t quite taste the amount of sugar as you’d expect… Or, any for that matter. But other than that, it seems safe? Maybe there really isn’t any-no, stop that. Drink. Your head is scrambled. Calm yourself. And drink.

As you shake off the looming dread and drink from the stream, you are finally given a chance to fully… reflect.

Looking back now, you realize this must have been orchestrated by the Beast to separate you from Pure Vanilla and the others. With a sigh, you admit the worst part is the fact it was true. 

Was the decision still necessary? Yes, absolutely. As much as it hurt parting so soon after being reunited… The responsibility and power entrusted to you by Elder Faerie Cookie’s last will… it was paramount in mastering. To seal the Beasts back in their trees. And of course, the Beast targeted that. You, the biggest threat to their return.

Now, here you are. Drinking out of a strangely tasteless stream. On a foreign island/country? Without a clue to get back, or master Elder Faerie Cooke’s power, or even tending to the Faerie Kingdom-oh Cheese, you’re in charge of the Kingdom now! And to make matters worse, there are still four other Beasts besides the one lurking at the Spire, with no way to contact anyo-

For a moment, you feel something grasp your body at both sides. Water you had been drinking splashes with a small plish as your thoughts are shaken.

The next, you suddenly find yourself being raised to the air.

And then-

《Wooah… qu’est-ce que tu es?》

HERE, TRY ONE! YOU'RE GONNA LOVE IT!

…face to face with the monster you neverneverneverever wanted to see again.

《Hé… une petite personne bizarre? Tu n’as pas l’air d’aller bien…》

You can’t speak. You can’t breathe. You can only stare. Ahead. Into the eyes of one you once worshiped as “Creator”.

Only for everything you once believed in to betray you, smothered in dough, and then baked into a monster.

Your head. Spins. Your horns. Itch. You hear something. But as you continue to float. In the face of your creator. Your vision blurs. You open your mouth once more to cry. And squeak with terror.

“Help.”

Your mind goes dark immediately after.

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Oh, Crab. It’s not moving anymore.

It’s not like you were trying to surprise them. But the nice smelling person/creature/Sadness(?) looked like it was gonna fall into the water, you managed to catch it. Then they went limp when you tried talking to it.

Maybe it’s like Nillie? Or Belle after a long day?

You hold the strange small person(?) in your hands as dela-cately as you can. You slightly shake them, but it doesn’t wake up. Guilt bubbles inside you. Crab…

You can’t just leave it here. It would be rude after what you did. You haven’t even said “sorry”! for spooking them.

You’ll definitely have to apologize to them properly when they wake up.

You take off your hat before gently placing them down on it, to safely carry them back to your camp. You also placed a strange looking flower stick that was near them in your hat. There was a strange shade to it, but maybe it belonged to them?

Anyways, you manage to make it back to camp, where everyone is waiting for you.

Za and Frin are together, gathering wood for the fire, and probably talking about (urgh) puns, like usual. 

Belle was sitting on the blanket, checking over those weird papers again.

Dile meanwhile was currently reading a book. Musta be for her secret research. 

Welp, no time like now.

“Heyguys…” you mumble, still worried over the little person in your hat. “I found something…” Everyone stops what they are doing and looks your way.

“Oh, Boniface you-?” Dile started. She stopped when she saw what you were carrying. “Oh-!” her eyes lit up a bit. Like when she was in that library a few towns back.

“Oh, Change-is it alright?” Belle asked. She walked over alarmed, cuz she’s naturally gonna be worried about everyone. Even strangers. That’s the sorta person she is. “What even happened?”

“I might’ve really scared them.” You bashfully admit. “They were gonna fall into the river, but I caught ‘em in time! But when I asked if they were okay, they just… stopped moving.”

“I see… they must have fainted then.” Belle mutters, looking down at the little person in your hat. “Poor thing.”

“Hey, Bonnie, did you find flowers?” Za suddenly asks. “Like… a lot of flowers?” Right, the nice smell that you followed.

“Oh yeah! It was coming from the little person.” You reveal, your eyes move down towards your little friend.

“Their right.” Belle sniffs, “It reminds me of… that flower shop back in Dormont.”

Oh Crab-”I’m sorry, Belle! I didn't mean to-”

She suddenly stops you. “It’s alright, Bonnie. I was just… reminiscing…” ugh, why she gotta be like that?

“Oh, Mira!” Frin suddenly pipes up. “I never knew you did flowers!” Uh-oh.

“No no, I nev-”

“I guess you're feeling BOUQUET right now?” HAH-HUrrrraaaggghhhhh…!

“FRIN!”/“Siffrin!”/“HAH!”/”Gah…”

“I’m sorry, Mira! You know lilac the ability to control myself.” Hrr…

“Stop.” you reply. As funny as it is, you gotta be more sere-us.

Frin thankfully puts his hand up. Looks like the puns shall stop. For now…

“Haaah, it’s alright now, Siffrin.” Belle suddenly sighs, “Still-” Okee, time to stop Belle being a crab.

“ALRIGHT-!” You suddenly announce. “Imma make dinner! For all of us!”

“By ‘all’, do you mean-” Dile begins.

“Yes. The little flower person too.” You answer. Then, you walk over to where your u-tin-sles are and then sit down, cross legged, hat and flower person in your lap.

“Uhh… Bonnie? What are you-?” Za stupidly asks.

“Making dinner.” You respond.

“You sure you can cook like that, Bonbon?” Frin also stupidly asks.

“Yes.” you boldly declare.

“Oh, just, do be careful not to harm your new friend!” Belle requests.

“Yes, it would be poor form to have a mess be their first real introduction to our party.” Dile added.

Yeah, that makes sense.

You carefully pick up your things, ready to get started. Hmm… Though, with your flower friend here… you hadn’t done anything with herbs since a few towns over. Ooh! Maybe make a desert too…

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《…》

《…!》

《…?》

《…!!》

《…》

…?

…Noise…?

…You… stir…

“Mmhh…”

You… can hear something…

It is… dark…?

A trial to see… but…

And-

Towering giants. Scatter crumbs of fallen Cookies. Sound of laughter.

《HAHAHAHA!!》

WELL WELL WELL, IT'S BEEN A THOUSAND LONG YEARS!

GLAD TO SEE Y'ALL!

No…

《Allez, Mira! Tu dois admettre que c'était plutôt drôle!》

AND WOULD YOU LOOK AT THESE! THEY LOOK AMAZING!

Y'ALL BEEN WORKING HARD!

Nononononononononononowhywhywhywhywhywhy-!

《Hmph! Peut-être pour vous, mais certains d'entre nous ont des «préférences» différentes.》

PHEW! I BAKED A TON OF COOKIES!

HERE, TRY ONE! YOU'RE GONNA LOVE IT!

Why are you back here?!

《Sigh… Je suis d'accord avec Mirabelle. Avez-vous déjà pensé à essayer de trouver d'autres méthodes d'humour?》

T'IS ALRIGHT! LET'S JUST BAKE IT AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS!

At this- wretched banquet?!

《Hmmm… Non!》

YEAH, LET'S BAKE IT!

Run. You need to run. Run. RUN. RUN. RUN. WHY AREN’T YOU RUNNING?!

《Hé Bonbon. Je pense que ton petit ami est-》

No.

NO!

YOU MADE A PROMISE. TO MEET THEM AGAIN. YOU WILL NOT BREAK IT. NOT AGAIN.

YOU RAISE YOUR HAND!

AND ENSNARE THE WITCH IN VINES!!!

You can barely make out what happens next-

Screaming, confusion, sounds and noises, all blend into one as your terror-stricken dough finally MOVES.

And you run. Run. RUN. RUN. AND RUN.

YOU CAN'T STAY HERE! YOU NEED TO TELL SOMEONE. YOU NEED TO-

barely manage to move your arm forward to soften your fall, barely aware that you were already falling.

…

You sit silently in the unexpected plant’s blessed shade.

And shudder heavily.

It still hurts.

Your head hurts.

Your horns. Hurt.

You grasp. Your. Horns.

Your head feels like a storm of hazy spices. That burning, suffocating feeling. Your vision feels blurry. Wet.

Oh. You’re… crying.

Of course.

You gasp. For air. Your throat is constricted by more of that foreign spice…

Why…?

Why are you crumbling again?

Even though you promised…?

Is all of this… just meant to be a reminder?

Of where you belong?

With your mistakes…?

You don’t- you can’t-!

《Salut.》 A gentle voice greets you.

“…!” A witch-!

Suddenly… 

lays down in front of you…

…?

《Désolé de vous avoir fait peur…》

…?

It’s… not moving…

You tremble and yet…

What do they…?

《Tu as laissé tomber ça.》

The witch’s hand is stretched out you need to ru-

And opens…

It's

It's your staff.

And your Soul Jam.

The witch… is looking away… 

Is it… giving you your staff back? Your… Soul Jam…?

…

…

…Why?

They never… never carried about Cookies before… And yet… this witch here… looking at you with sad, almost apologetic eyes?

You

breath.

And despite your instincts telling you, pleading you, to stay away, you… 

hesitantly…

reach for…

your…

staff!

A single swipe, and your White Lily Staff and Soul Jam are back in your hands…

In a deathgrip.

You breathe.

You stare at it for a moment. Your Soul Jam.

Despite everything, it is… still shining. That same, ever-verdant light. Even though… you shouldn’t even have it back… even though… you were no better than the Witches in terms of monstrousness… You…

《Hé. Tu ressembles à ce que fait Sif quand il est énervé. Est-ce que tu… veux respirer avec moi?》 And slowly, the Witch inhales air. And then, exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

Inhale. 

Exhale.

In

Out.

In

Out.

You realize…

You’re doing it too.

Your head doesn’t hurt as much now…

Your horns still ache. But it's not as bad now.

《Tu as l'air plutôt sympa pour une Tristesse.》

…?

What did it say?

You don’t quite-

Wait.

You haven’t been able to understand?

No. You haven’t. At first, you thought it was merely fear clouding your dough, but… No, this isn’t just dialect. It’s a completely different language you’re hearing.

Why, though? Even at the Banquet, at the worst… you could still make it out clearly. You could never forget what those monsters said.

And yet… Why can’t you understand now?

《Hé. Est-ce que tu… as besoin de respirer à nouveau?》

You look at them, confusion clear in your eyes.

《Tu sais. Respirer?》 They start breathing slowly again. 

“Respirer”. Did they mean… breathing?

You slowly shake your head, hoping you’ve managed to say “no.”

《Oh. Alors, tu… vas bien maintenant?》

There’s a gentleness in that… you assume to be a “question”. Still, you think they're asking you if you're… alright?

Hah.

You’d certainly like to convey that you're fine. But after what you just did, you’d doubt anyone would believe you, let alone a Witch. So instead, you just… stare ahead once more.

《Oh. Pouvez-vous… ne pas parler?》 The witch asks, before pointing at their mouth to start… opening and closing?

…For the sake of your sanity, you go under the belief they are asking if you can talk.

Well, after all this time. You got what you wanted.

So.

You open your mouth.

And speak.

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«Yes. I… speak.»

The weird flower-smelling Sadness speaks. Or, you think it spoke. It's kinda… hard to explain. But you think it CAN talk. It just comes off as weird words you don’t really understand but somewho… do?

Crab this Sadness is weird.

Still, you sit by and let the strange Sadness speak to you. Even though you're not crabbin’ sure WHY. It… attacked Frin and everyone else. You even decided as the sole person NOT tied down by vines, you’d catch up to it to give it a piece of your mind! …But as you fixed your hat back on your head, you realized it forgot its little staff, and the jewel with the weird shade in it. For some reason, you ended up kinda feeling… bad for it. Which shouldn’t make any crabbin’ SENSE!!! But… then you caught up to it… seeing it like that…

Reminded you a bit of yourself… 

«I speak. Can you… understand?»

“No.” you admit. The Sadness’s face… kinda scrunched up at that. Kinda like Frin does when something bu-fuddles them. Or a cat when you give them bad tuna.

«…» It’s looking around now. It's still a bit like Mira does when she wants to bite her nails, but suddenly it starts drawing its staff on the floor. It looks like…

“?” «Do you… know this?»

A question mark? Sure, so you nod your head. The eyes of the Sadness seem to brighten at that. Then…

“? - >” Once the Sadness is done drawing, it goes back to looking at you. A question mark… and an arrow pointed right at itself. Which means… it wants to ask you what you think of it? 

“Didna say it already? You’re a Sadness! A weird Sadness though…” you respond.

«A “Tristesse”…?»

“Huh…? Uh, no not a ‘Trist-ease’… a Sadness! Like… WAH! WAH! Boohoo! My life’s a crab!” You suddenly pretend-bawl, startling the Sadness a little before another look appears on its face.

«Tears… Crying… », the Sadness starts. «Sorrow… S-Sadness…?» Yah, that's right.

“Mmh…!” you nod. “Sadnesses are like…” you begin to doodle on the ground. “That’s right. They uh… kinda weird smelly, nasty Crabs…! They usually just go around attacking people. Kinda like what you Crabbin’ did… but uh I don't think that you're THAT bad.” you reply, finishing your best depiction of a Sadness; a short, stubby creature leaking tears. The other Sadness is giving your doodle a funny look, before turning to look back at you with the same look.

«S-Smelly…?», it asks, and looks like it wants to cry a bit again. Maybe. You can’t really tell what’s going on with those weird Sadness eyes… Suddenly, you take whiff, and remember the scent that kick started this whole crabbin’ thing!

“Oh yeah! I came here cuz I was smelling something nice, like flowers! …And then I found you.” You explained, pointing to your nose and then to the Sadness’s flower to show you were (app-eren-tly) tracking down the Sadness’s scent. You still think it’s a little upset, though… “I mean… it’s a nice scent.” you finish, looking to the side for feeling a bit like a Crab.

«Sadness… M-Monster…? …Scent…? You-» Now the Sadness is looking at you with even bigger eyes than before, which is impressive, cuz those eyes are already big.

“Uh, yah. Kinda like what you did when you wrapped up everyone in vines…” You mutter. Dile was REALLY Crabbin’ mad when that happened. Even though it was Frin who got it worse… What even was that?”

«Dile…? Frin…?»

“Yah, my friends! Or uh… “aquin-tin-ces” as Dile’d put it sometimes.” You say, as you start a new drawing featuring all your friends.

«F-Friends…»

“Yep! There Dile, she’s doing “secret research” and loves reading books, then Belle, who’s pretty sweet and brave, but sometimes make herself worry over everything, and Isa, whose big and can be pretty stupid sometimes, but still nice, and then Frin, who loves to make stupid puns and carving and-” You stop when you realize the Sadness is breathing fast again.

And you see the Sadness looking at your doodle of Frin like something Crabbin’ wicked.

“U-um… are you okay?”

«W-Witch…» it seethes, «Why do you-that is a Witch…» Now it’s starting to draw its own Frin, only it looks way more bad-looking. Hey, you may not know the word, and they may annoy you, but you think that’s not nice!

“Hey! Frin’s not a “Weet-cha”! …whatever that is. Besides, what even is a ‘Weet-cha’?”

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The sudden burst of anger that made your horns heat up simmers once you see the genuine confusion of the face of the Witc-... No, that’s… the fact they don’t even know- You’ve… managed to gain something of understanding with it/them? 

And you can tell.

They don’t know. Neither what a Witch is… or what you even are. Why else would they ignore wanting to snack on a Cookie like you? 

Monster… 

Still… you grumble a bit as the… whatever they are only caught you all because of your floral scent.

“So then… Why are you here?" You ask, gesturing best you can to their Witch and then the ground.

《Euh… pour ton truc de bâton de fleur… et je suppose que je suis désolé de t’avoir fait peur plus tôt aussi.》 The Witch is rubbing the back of their head. Those same apologetic eyes… 《Mais tu dois aussi t'excuser!》 Before suddenly snapping to you in a more upset tone.

You flinch, but try to stand your ground. They don't know what you actually are, so you, theoretically, should be fine… unless they somehow know a spell or two to throw at you. “W-what? What do you mean?” You state, trying not to show much agitation beyond the bare minimum in fear they may retaliate.

They start drawing lines on top of the picture of their party. Mostly over the Witch, but some on the others as well. It seems to resem- ah. 

They want you to apologize. For what you did to their party. You barely remember what you did besides summoning plant life to cover your tracks.

But…

That would mean…

Your horns twitch slightly.

《Hé, tu es SÛR de ne plus vouloir respirer?》 the same gentle, if loud voice, asks you once more.

…

You… decided to shake your head. Their expression turns someone miffed, and yet-

《Hé. Tu veux juste… rester ici un moment?》 They ask, landing back on the ground… and looking at you with softer eyes than before.

…You feel a soft wind blowing through the grass…

You nod a bit, and they seem to understand that.

Silence reigns for a good solid minute more.

《Hé. Qu'es-tu réellement??》

Before being finally broken by another innocuous question. One that sounds strangely familiar…

They are looking at you again. The same eyes you could find at Blueberry Academy. 

Curiosity.

They want to know what you are.

…

How do you even EXPLAIN that?

You… you CAN’T tell them the truth. You’ll be eaten up and forgotten about in no time. And yet… right now, they think you are some… monster-”a Sadness” of some kind. You don’t think you could-

…

“I… do not know.” you begin, lying for your teeth. “I awoke in a meadow not far from the river you found me.” You draw your story to the best of your abilities, ignoring the rancid feeling growing in your dough. “I… was wondering where I came from. And…” you pause, once more looking at their drawing of their Witch. Your horns once more begin to itch. “Before I realized what had happened… Something terrifying. Appeared in my memory. When I saw your W-“

《Frin n'est pas un «Weet-cha». C'est le euh… «Rouge»!》

“…«R-Rouge». I… recalled a terrible memory.” You darkly admit. “What I do remember… the “Witches”… hurt me…” You look again to your sketch of the Witch, only comparable to the “Rouge” with an animosity you wish was casted aside when you were re-baked. Ignoring whatever scathing look they were giving you.

Your horns begin to flare.

“I-I… I caused you great distress, have I not?” Crumbs, this is too painful. Just stay here and do your best to convince them. You just need to say ‘Go back and tell the others you are sorry.’

“And that’s why-”

*Rustle*

-!?

《Hein? Quoi-》

You barely have to hear the other’s words.

As a bizarre, gelatinous creature you almost are sure is from the Black Licorice Abyss suddenly rises from the bush behind you.

You raise your staff, the Soul Jam flairing to life as you once more summon plant life to entangle it-

And you feel yourself swept off your feet once more. Ignoring the pain-filled screams and sobs as you are whisked away in a blur.

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Crabcrabcrabincrab!!! A big-Crabbin’ Sadness Crabbin’ jumped you and your Sadness. Crab this! You gotta go! 

You manage to snatch the smaller fella into your arms and attempt to bolt-

Woah Crab!

A crabbin’ shade you’ve never seen before suddenly blasts out of the little fella’s flower gem thingy and the bigger Saddness screams something fierce. Your brainhead feels the same way! Then, vines suddenly pop out of the ground and slam down on the bigger Sadness, pinning it in place. That’s gotta hurt, but you sure ain’t gonna complain about it!

“CRAB, lil’ fella!” You loudly yell as you scurry FAR away from the way uglier Sadness, “That was awesome!”

«…»  You realize the flower fella isn’t saying much. When you lift them up again to your face, you see them just staring at you. Whoops!

“Ah Crab! I-I’m sorry for surprise touching you agai-”

You suddenly feel something touch your cheek. Wah? It's the flower Sadness. It's looking at you with a blank look you remember Frin having sometimes…

“Hey, don’t-”

Before smiling suddenly. And then crying as well. 

…This is a REALLY Crabbin’ weird Sadness…

“Uhh… do you… wanna cry some more?” You ask, only somewhat miffed cuz of what’s going on.

The Sadness shakes their head, and still sobs a ‘eally strange sounding laugh. Eventually though, the sobs stop, and is now looking at you again  ‘cept the eyes are still leaking.

«Why did you… save me?» You think it asked.

“Uh, cuz I didn’t wanna leave you behind?” You bluntly state, now walking back to camp. “‘Sides, you still gotta apologize to Frin and the others!”

The Sadness flinches at that. You suddenly recall what they said about “Weet-chas”. Crab.

“Heyhey. Don’t fret. None of them’ll bite!” you comfort them.

You’re not sure if the noise it made to that was a laugh or a sob.

— — —

Eventually, you manage to make it back to camp before the sun set. Crab, it’s almost as bad as you left it. Belle and Dile were standing near the now torn-up picnic blanket, talking, while Za and Frin…

“Alrighty, Sif. Next one’s coming right off! Just give me a sec…” You heard Za, for once really struggling, to get a vine off.

“Mrph…” muffled Frin. Yep. They were still as tied up as you left them. They were much less of a rogue now and more of an… what did Nelle say one time? “Tray-lis”? Yeah, tray-lis than person. 

“I still can’t believe that Sadness managed to do… all this.” you hear Belle say, looking at all the devy-station the flower fella caused to their campsite.

Though in fairness, it was mainly the picnic blanket and Frin.

“I suppose we should be thankful then, that our dearest Rogue managed to take the brunt of its attack.” Dile responded.

“Hghnhbmph…” Frin muttered something in response. You're not sure what.

“Don’t take it the wrong way, Sif.” Za started, still struggling to pry off the vine. “I’m sure Madame Odile is only wishing you the best. Even if she won’t say it outright.” he said with a glance towards Dile.

“How presumptuous of you to think I don’t care, dearest Isabeau.” Dile scoffed.

“Brbrgnmhmshg! Basjiashsudh!” Frin suddenly muffled-yelled!

“...I am not sure if that was meant to be one of your puns-”

“MRPHMR-MRPH! MMRR!!” Frin continued, (struggled to) point towards the clearing. And more importantly, towards you.

“BONNIE!”/”BONIFACE!”/”KIDDO!”

Everyone drops what they’re doing and runs towards you. Cept for Frin. Welp. This was gonna be awkward…

“Heyguys…” you start. Again.

“Bonnie! Thank Change you’re alright!” Belle ran up to you like usual. She checked to see if you needed any healing, which you don’t!

“Itsfine…” You mumbled. But as you get ready to explain, Dile suddenly walked up, Belle moving aside. With her “angry” look on her face.

“Boniface. Would you like to explain to us WHERE exactly you ran off to when that Sadness suddenly upended the earth and attacked our campsite?” She REALLY must not be happy with you. 

“Hey, c’mon Madame Odile. I’m sure Bonnie has a PERFECTLY REASONABLE explanation as to why they disappeared on us.” Za said, giving his own fearsome stare of his own. Guh, they ALL gotta worry like this?! It’s not fair! You didn’t even get a chance to explain yourself! 

…even if the story’s SUPER weird…

“It’s a really weird story, Za.” You tell him. “And YOU prolly wouldn’t bell-ie-ve me without eve-dance!” You counter Dile’s question.

“Oh?” Dile raised her eyebrow. “And WHAT perchance would THAT ‘evidence’ be?” The till-tale sign of whenever she’s doubting. But THIS time, you’re prepared! You’ve got eve-dance right on the palm of your hand!

Or, well, under your hat.

“BONNIE!/BONIFACE!!/THE CRAB???” You suddenly hear them all yell. Huh? Whaddya do?

“Hey, wait a-”

“Bonnie, stay VERY still! T-The Sadness is currently ON TOP YOUR HEAD.” Belle squeaks as she suddenly has her hand out, aimed at your flower fella.

“Yeah, bu-”

“Boniface.” Dile’s cold words stop you as she’s looking at you with dead eyes before she starts massaging her eyes with her free hand. “Please do not tell us you spent your time trying to track down a previously unseen, and potentially DANGEROUS Sadness. And then brought them back here. WHY???”

“‘Cuz they wanna say ‘sorry’.”

“What./W-Wha???”/“Pardon, ‘Sorry???’” They all ask, before Za steps up..

“Bonnie, I’m…” Za starts, putting a shoulder on Dile to push her to the side, “not sure WHAT could have happened, but-”

«It-»  The flower Sadness fella starts. Za naturally shuts up. “It’s. Alright,” another soft voice rings out. Wha? Who was that? You look around but-

“Ahem.”

Everyone is looking at your head. But that could mean…

IT WAS THE FLOWER FELLA??? THEY CAN SPEAK?!

The voice is actually kinda pretty though…

“You can speak people now?!” You ask your flower Sadness fella as you gently pick them up and bring them to your face.

“Not… good… learning…” they say, shaking. Oh. Makes sense. You nod.

Everyone else is still looking at the Sadness. Za looks like when Frin does something Crab worthy, cept without the blushing. Belle is tilting to the side and looks like she wanna faint. And Dile… has this WEIRD look that you think is her angry look… and that wonder-ized look when she first saw the flower fella.

“...What ARE you.” Dile asked. Weird, since it didn't FEEL like a question. She still looked ready to attack it.

«I-» they cough, “I. Not. Know.”

“You… don’t know?” Belle suddenly asks. Dile snapped towards her.

“Yah! They said that, that they woke up with no clue!” you chime in.

“M-mmh… Fa- «It-» Va-egg-ly… ree-mem-ber.” The flower fella stuttered out.

Belle looked less stressed out, but still worrying-kind. Za’s mouth was a great big O. Dile… still looked like she wanted to fight it, but now looking even unsure of that. Frin… was still stink-eye looking at it. Which isn’t fair. This flower fella’s like, super cool!

“Mmm. Also, everything’s Frin’s fault!”

“MHRPHAYG HMAHPNYAH???” Frin muddle-sputters under the vines. The flower fella flinches a bit from that.

“Uhhh… and HOW exactly is it Sif’s fault???” Za asked, trying to get to it before Dile lost her temper.

“Weet-chas.” You state.

…

“W-Weet-chas?” Dile asks, her face now looking dumb. Wow, that’s rare.

“W-W-Weet-chas.” the flower fella repeats, looking at Frin with a bit of the same look it gave your doodle. Frin looks back-and seems to give a similar look. Huh, wonder what that's about.

“Oh-OH!” Belle suddenly jumps, now looking at the fella like she would at you when you’d be ‘in trouble’ (which you usually AREN’T) “I-I see, uh… Mmm, how do-”

“Sh-she/he-ur” She reveals. Huh.

“I see. Ms. Sadness. Uhm… I am fairly certain our friend Siffrin is very much NOT a ‘Weet-cha’ like you assumed.” Belle explained.

“I. Made aware.” she states with a nod. Belle is now looking at you.

“Ah.” she realizes. “Well then. Is there a REASON why you attacked us at least.”

«Wit-» “Weet-chas… But I-” flower fella stutters a bit, still looking weirdly at Frin, before gulping and “S-Sorree…” ap-pollo-gizes as her eyes soften a bit.

Everyone but Frin (Dile too, but not as much) soften at that.

“… I see…” Belle starts, gives her trademark smile (it looked a little weird)! “Well then… thank you for apologizing, Ms. Sadness!” Yes, Belle.

“Yes, apology accepted.” Dile starts, looking at the flower fella darkly. “Now, might you kindly leave?” No, Dile!

“But Dile-!”

“It’s a shattering SADNESS Boniface!” Dile starts, looking at you with a hard look. “Not an animal that can be trained. Even IF it somehow managed to gain the ability to speak coherently, do not forget…” She turns her head back towards the blanket and Frin, and your fella is already looking pained. No fair!

“But she was really nice! We talked and even did that breathing thing Frin does sometimes!” You counter. Frin’s eyes seem to grow wide at that.

“You… ‘talked’? Is that how they learned to speak?” Dile asks.

“Naw, it had its own voice! Weird to hear, but I could also understand!” you respond.

“…Has there EVER been cases of Sadnesses… talking…?” Za asks.

Dile looks weird again for a moment. The flower Sadness looks just as bad. “Yes. But only in cases where it merely repeated words spoken by their victims. There are no records of a Sadness… out right speaking in ‘its own language’… completely unheard of.” Dile finishes. But this might be your chance!

“So? That means she’s pretty cool and MAYBE we could keep her!” You say. Your flower fella looks at you weirdly, but you're not sure why. You're arguing for them to stay! 

“Boniface-” Dile starts.

“Plus she saved ME from another Sadness! AND I saved her back! She even cried when I saved her!” you finish off.

… there's suddenly a whole lotta silence again. Everyone’s looking at the flower fella again.

“I’m sorry. You… ran into ANOTHER Sadness??” Belle askes, her face looking MEGA worried.

“Mmh! Flower fella saved me. Even though I didn’t need it. And I saved her as well! Also touched my face and started crying, but that’s prolly a Sadness thing.”

There’s another look that everyone was giving the flower fella. It’s… weird. Belle keeps looking at the flower fella with a shocked expression, meanwhile Frin is looking at you with an even dumber face than usual. Za however…

“M’dame… maybe we should all just… cool off a bit, no? MAYBE we scared her more than we thought. Just…” he trails off, before he and Dile turn to the flower fella. “Hey, uhm, flower Sadness?” Za asks.

«-?!» She jumps a bit. She's been quiet while you and Dile been arguing. “Y-yes…?”

“Are you gonna hurt us again if we let you stay?” Za bluntly asks.

“No.” She says, very zari-us. “I. S-Sorree.” she again apologized, before immediately clamming up. You think she wanted to say more, but you weren’t sure why. 

Za gives Dile a look.

Dile looks on -stares more like- at the flower fella. You're not sure what she's gonna do, but you try and be tough, just like the flower fella. But then Dile FINALLY puts her book down. Yes!

“…I don’t like this…” Dile sighs, before massaging her head, “But I would be remiss if I didn't at least act more cordially than before. For my previous behavior at least… I apologize. But I still believe this should be a vote.” Oh, like that eh?

“Hmm… I suppose that would be fair… she DID save Bonnie after all…” Belle mutters.

“Sure. Fairest way to decide things!” Za speaks, giving a thumbs up for good measure.

“Mmrrr…” you hear Frin groan. The flower fella looks at them all weird-like again.

“Yes. Fair.” The flower fella Sadness finally responds, nodding her head, but still watching Frin.

“Alright!” you raise your fist in the sky.

“Fine,” Dile sighs again, “All those in favor of her staying, for at least until the next town, say ‘aye’.”

“I!” you say.

“...Well, you DID save Bonnie. That makes you alright in my book, for now at least. Aye!” Za agrees.

“…” Belle didn’t say anything. But her hands were close to her mouth.

“Mirabelle, nails.” Dile reminded.

Belle looks at her hands before bringing them back down. “I-I’m sorry. I think I need more time.”

“All those in favor of having her leave, say ‘aye’.” she declared as she raised her own hand. Crab.

“Mrpmrgnyag…” mumbled Frin, the traitor, as they failed to lift their hand. So they settled to just move a lot while opening their hand instead.

“It appears we are tied.” Dile glumly noted. She turned to Belle, who still looked nervous at everything going on. “Mirabelle. My apologies for this, but we’ll need a tie breaker.”

Belle was looking a little more unhappy. Maybe a little stressed. “I-I am t-terribly sorry. Change, I’m not sure…” You suddenly feel like a crab, forcing Belle into this. And you're pretty sure everyone else was feelin’ it as well. Even Frin, who was angry staring at the flower fella Sadness, was looking at Belle with worry as well. She eventually turns to you, lookin’ ready to cry. “Please- don’t take this the wrong-”

«It’ll be alright.» Belle stops, and everyone sees the flower fella had walked up to Belle and placed a hand on her ankle. She looks up at her with those same big eyes before opening up her mouth. “E-fen if. Cannut stey. Hap-pi. Ye-ur fry-end. Saefe.” She mutters. 

The flower fella then starts walkin’ over to where the traitor, Frin is. She suddenly raised her staff again, causing everyone to jump, ‘cept traitorfrin, who was giving her a more worried look. But rather than do anything, the vines suddenly pulled back… except for a few that had clamped over his mouth. Hah!

“Mrypap!?!?” muffles traitorfrin, who fell back and tried to get the vine on their mouth off. And failing, since they didn't seem budging. The flower Sadness seemed confused about that… till Za suddenly yelled “Crab”!

“Ah, Crab!”

Ye, like that.

“I uh… tried slicing the vines off with Sif’s knife…” Za began, rubbin’ the back of his head “Turns out they had a strong death grip. Who knew?” He gave a shaky smile to the flower fella, who was staring at him like he was stupid. ‘Cuz he was.

“…Riveting.” Dile sighed, clearly ex-asp-erated by all of this.

Another sigh came from Belle as everyone turned to her. She was staring at Frin before turning to the flower fella. Now she seemed less stressed. “I… am happy that you saved our friend, Bonnie. I truly am grateful. I just…”

“You. shrug-giled.” the flower fella said. You think she was trying to offer Mira her simpa-fees. “Be. per-oud. Maa-nee fry-inds…” Kay, She was starting to walk past you. NOW you’re starting to feel worried again.

“H-hey, wait! You serious gonna jus-”

“Please. Wait a moment.” Belle spoke up again. Flower fella stopped walking away and was glancing back at her. You could see Belle didn’t look as stressed as before. Well, she still looked seri-us, but a little bit better than before. 

Without realizing, you’ve gulped loudly. The fate of the flower fella lies in Belle’s hands!

You just hope it’ll be the RIGHT decision. 

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You stare ahead at the giant before. This individual you believe the smaller giant called “Belle”. A pointless apprehension grew inside your dough as you prepare to leave. You ARE thankful that you’ve managed to gain… a rather basic understanding of the current language in the short time you’ve spoken with them And saved you despite your cruel act. But even so, you listen to what the giant with a cape will decide upon And try not to think about your breakdown.

《Euh… pour ton truc de bâton de fleur… et je suppose que je suis désolé de t’avoir fait peur plus tôt aussi./…[***] before, you saved [***] friend Bon[***]. So we ARE than[***] for [***] that.》 “Friend”. They truly did care for one another, didn’t they? And despite your own reservations over all that happened, the idea of just letting someone get hurt… You’d rather have let yourself crumble! Still-

《Cependant,/However,》 they sharply add, and you think you’ve flinched as your thoughts are shaken. Despite the seemingly fragility she initially possessed, you think they were simply overwhelmed. 

You can relate.

《Vous avez également attaqué notre camp et attaché Siffrin./[***]tacked our ca[***] tied [***] Siffrin.》

“Siffrin”

The name of the seeming Witch.

Despite your own reservations, they cared for them. So it was only fair of you to fix your mistake.

《Alors… je pense… que tu peux te rattraper. Je suis d’accord pour que tu restes./So… [***] you can make up [***]. I-I’ll agree [***] staying.》 They’re raising their hand. 《B-but only if you REALLY wish to change! I think it would be best. Everyone?》

Wait. What?

The more well built giant was smiling. 《Mhh… mon vote n'a pas changé, et tu as raison ! Enfin, quelle est la probabilité qu'on ait un membre du parti qui PARLER DE LA TRISTESSE?!/Mhh… my vote hasn’t [***], and you make a good [***]! I mean, [***] it that we [**] TALKING SADNESS as a party [***]?!》

They’re… letting you stay?

The thinner giant was grimacing, before turning to the Witch, 《…Eh bien, il est trois heures moins deux. Toutes mes excuses, Siffrin, mais il semble que notre petite Tristesse va perdurer un moment./…Well, it’s [***]. Apologizes, Siffrin, [***] little Sadness is staying [***] while.》

Despite what you did?

The Witch could only 《Mfph…》

You can't quite put it into words right now how you feel Besides your new size and closeness to Creators and just let the commotion play out before you.

You hardly remember the rest besides wetness, noises, and a warm touch. But by the time you fully regain your senses, you are currently resting in a blanket next to the smaller giant a child named Bonnie.

《Hé./Hey.》

Speaking off.

《Je sais que c'est bizarre. Mais j'aimerais te demander quelque chose. Tu as un nom?/I know [***] weird. [***] wanna ask somethin'. You have a name?》

A… name? You…

You shake your head, needing to uphold the lie Disgusting.

《/Oh. That sucks.》

You snort without humor. 《Why?》

《Parce que je t'appelle «mon pote aux fleurs». Mais ça ne me va pas. Alors… tu veux me donner un nom?/Cuz I’ve just [***] ya “flower [***]”. But it don’t feels [***]. So… do you [***] name?》

A name.

A chance.

…

You are a liar. You are determined. You are a failure. You are a survivor. You are a healer. You are a monster. You are a hero. You are a cookie.

You are…

《Lily… My name… Is Lily.》 You manage to say, feeling only a slight amount of release from this lie.

The child/giant smiled. A toothy smile. You could see they were missing a tooth.

《«Lily»… Ok. Bonne nuit, Lily!/‘Lily’… Okay. Night, Lily!》 They said, before closing their eyes and finally resting.

You look back to the sky.

Maybe… this is why you came?

To help these giants with their task?

Well. They trust you. Because you made them.

Hah. Pure Vanilla would be disgusted with you.

Stop thinking like that. One step at a time, White Lily Cookie. You’ll find your way back. You have to. For them.

At least the stars look beautiful tonight…

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Hey everyone. If you reached the end of this, I just wanna say "Thank You". Because this is my first real published fanfic. It was just a weird idea I had when I saw some artwork for how White Lily would meet the party, and Tato had been kind enough to draw up new art scenes for the work.

Anyways, hope you guys like this I really put as much effort into this as I could over a couple weeks. And give a big round of applies to @potatotato-26 and @sherllockholems sparking all of this.

[chessboredom]

Watching western CRK fandom fight online is very interesting and annoying at the same time. They attack people for slightest disagreement and all the evidences they bring up to back up their argument are in many cases straight up misinformation. Many parts of their so called "canon lore" is built upon fandom headcanons and mistranslations.

(Like I can't believe some fans actually think cookies represent races and have canon sexualities. Former was debunked by the officials and latter was never mentioned.)

That's why I was surprised when I found your translation blog. Someone actually recognized the translation problem! The translation quality is quite impressive. As a Korean I know my language isn't easy to translate. There are indeed some errors here and there but your works provide a surprisingly accurate translation. I can't help but be amazed by your dedication.

Also I saw how you were complaining about the VAs so I decided to compare KR and EN version. And I must admit while EN ver is very fun to listen to thanks to their various accents and tones.. The Beasts sound a lot like a silly cartoon villain than they do in the KR version. They sound a lot younger than what I imagined especially shadow milk. I think I understand why some prefer the different versions.

Sorry for the long post Chess! Just wanna say keep up your great work!

OMG 😭😭😭 Daghang salamat sa imo!!(Thank you so much!!) This is such an honor to receive compliments from a Korean like you. 🥺

I'm sorry if your experience with the western side of the fandom is quite annoying/harsh considering their unwanted white savior complex towards things that could be solved peacefully. And as a fellow Asian, I want to be the one who could put you into a different perspective.

I respectfully disagree with you on the race part because they are still representing real races and are inspired from many cultures. It is best that not only you but also everyone would recognize them and depict them correctly to give the cultures and the people respect.

Disclaimer for the next parts: This is not to say that you drop your headcanons because I'm sharing information sourced from Korean. They're fictional cookies. Do whatever you want with them forever.

A lot of English speaking fans rely on the Fandom wiki (English version of Namu wiki.) I don't even trust that much it as a source for characters or lore because it came from mistranslations that mistake so much of characters' names, genders and pronouns.

MANY examples:

Credit to @burningcheese-merchant (9 year long fan of crob) for sharing me these information.

Snow Sugar Cookie has they/them pronouns found in the Fandom wiki, while he's assigned male in Namu wiki.

Angel Cookie has they/them pronouns found in the Fandom wiki, while he's assigned female in Namu wiki.

Pitaya Dragon Cookie's has they/it pronouns found in the Fandom Wiki, while he is assigned male in Namu wiki.

The above left is when Pitaya initially released. They retroactively changed it to erase his pronouns, as shown in the right image, which is the current one.

Longan Dragon Cookie (from CROB) has they/them pronouns found in the Fandom Wiki, while he is assigned male in Namu wiki.

Snake Fruit Cookie (from CROB) has they/it pronouns found in the Fandom Wiki, while she is assigned female in Namu wiki.

(Westerners threw a tantrum over that.)

Cream Unicorn is a male. There's an interview with the character designer confirming it, talking about how they purposely made him look effeminate as a display/exploration of gender nonconformity. (Source)

(This is so based.) (hungry dog meme) Devsis!! More effeminite men please!!)

Caramel Arrow is Brown Sugar in Korean.

Burnt Cheese is Basque in Korean.

Tea Knight is Ceylon Knight in Korean.

Since Korean version doesn't use pronouns, the Korean language infers gender through context.

Ex:

(Korean version) People mistook Pure Vanilla as a girl because of his looks and voice at first until it was mentioned that he used to be a king, confirming that he is a guy.

(En version already had him with a masculine voice making it obvious.)

Hahaha, I do complain a lot. I'm mostly pissed off about how the En localization team described the characters to the voice actors and also giving them mistranlated scripts, so it was never any of the voice actors fault. They're doing a great job, but they were did dirty. U_U EN Shadow Milk more of a silly clown/walmart Bill Cipher than KR Shadow Milk who is more of real and serious jester making them 2 completely different characters. (My friend who also knows a lot about jesters think that Korean Shamil is also the best characterization of jesters in a while.) Also, the last parts with Korean Burning Spice laughing psychotically as he was being attacked by Golden Cheese is my favorite.

[brittle-doughie]

I spy with my little eyes, a new name for Beast of Greed GC? Mind sharing us what you have managed to think off for the other ABO beasts to the class? :D

Savior Vanilla Cookie

Jamberry Cookie (or Bloodberry)

Frostbite Cacao Cookie

Empress Cheese Cookie

Silver Lily Cookie

(Had to make sure I wasn’t unintentionally ripping off @/cuppajj with the names lol)

[cryptidmickle]

so what if. and hear me out. i made my own au for shadowvanilla purposes-

au details below

HELLO SO I PRESENT AMNESIAC AU

so you see, i was minding my business, drawing and looking at cookies and how everyone has their own cool aus with awesome designs and i went "well im not very good at designing but i Love putting characters in Situations"

this au is mostly focused on shadowvanilla so dont be too hopeful I'll get into the other cookies besides their little circle, im ill for gay yaoi only okay

So! motions to comic above, amnesia smilk time! let me elaborate

Pure vanilla fucked up BIG TIME, in that he maybe ventured out to beast yeast alone to try and find out more about the beasts and a way to stop them, as people with a savior complex have a habit of doing. Maybe, perhaps, also at the same time, smilk was getting the workings of his new dough body done and sensing pv was nearby decided to take the opportunity to torment him a little, yknow he cant help himself! he needs to see him

a nasty little fight and confrontation in some old structures of smilk (or at the spire) result in pv using a strange spell he spotted in the surrounding papers and documents, and .... accidentally cracks smilk's soul jam! hehe, oops!

and also sealing his memories. double oops. damn, what are you gonna do now pv?

well he cant leave confused smilk alone here, and itd honestly be best the other beasts and dark enchantress dont drag him back there in this state, so he offers a hand.

"Come with me. We can help you, I'll make sure you're okay."

a memory-less smilk is confused by this but... he's already grabbing the other cookie's hand before he realizes it. It'll probably be fine, something about this cookie... makes something in him feel okay.

taps forehead, im still working everything out of course, and i WILL be cursing all of you with sketchy stuff about it when I'm able, i need more time to figure out smilk's behaviors without the soul jam and corruption

of course I'm always of the mind that pre-corruption smilk was kind of a rat and rude but how exactly is the real question!! how bad was it before the corruption exacerbated the negative qualities of knowledge and his personality

anyways,,, feel free to ask questions!! it could help me figure this all out, if yall are interested of course,,,,,,,my,,,, handful of crk followers SNRRKS

[ghostpebble]

THIS IS HOW JAMBOUND READERS FEEL WHEN A NEW CHAPTER DROPS WITHOUT FAIL

chat. chat.

[bubbleiixdreams]

what’s with the awakened ancients always having long hair is it just me “MY SHAYLA, MY QUEEN, OUR LORD AND SAVIOR PURE VANILLA COOKIE” WE ALL SAY IN UNION

[skyedancer2006]

Ok so Cookie Run hyperfix go brrrr I wanna talk about the Beasts for a bit :)

I’m absolutely loving these guys so far; they’re such good mirrors of each of the Ancient Heroes (especially Shadow Milk to Pure Vanilla, but that’s a topic plenty of people have talked about before lol). Them being negative flips on the Ancients’ virtues, showing how even things like Knowledge and Resolution can have harmful sides, is something I enjoy a lot, and I’m looking forward to what the game does with Eternal Sugar and Silent Salt once they release.

Right now though I want to ramble about their title: Beasts. Why are they called the Beasts? Aside from the mass destruction and chaos they caused, the name doesn’t seem all that fitting. They aren’t animalistic in any inherent way; they aren’t “mindless beasts” as the saying goes. They were former heroes and saviors that had a fall from grace.

I’ve seen some fan works giving them more beastly forms they can change into like the Dragon Cookies do. And if anyone knows me, you know I love a good old transforming/shapeshifting character! So I latched on to this headcanon real quick, cause honestly it would make their title make a lot more sense. Also it’s just cool :)

So, what sort of creatures would these theoretical other forms resemble? Time to analyze each character, their design inspirations, their symbolism, and more to determine this. This got long, so I’ll put it under a cut

Shadow Milk already has a very clear connection to snakes, both through the religious symbolism with the Garden of Eden (which is seen in his gacha animation via a snake eating an apple; image below), and with snakes often representing lies and trickery; Deceit.

So him being something snake-like is the obvious choice.

Mystic Flour is also relatively easy: spiders. There is an abundance of spider enemies in the Pagoda areas, with the boss of the first half being the Webbed Spider Queen:

This spider already bears a resemblance to Mystic Flour, with its abdomen having markings that look like her face and Soul Jam. It also comes out of Mystic Flour’s cocoon, which honestly looks like the stereotypical “spider cocooned its prey” depiction, background webs and all.

Mystic Flour cookie’s philosophy about enlightenment and letting go of worldly desires is heavily based on Buddhist beliefs, and spiders actually do have some symbolism in Buddhism and the Vedic philosophy from India. In the Vedas, spiders are depicted as hiding reality in illusion, similar to the illusory perfection Mystic Flour creates. And a spider web is a common way of explaining the Buddhist concept of interpenetration; all phenomena in the universe being interconnected. Less connection to Mystic Flour there, but I wanted to note it.

Burning Spice also has religious symbolism behind him, this time coming from Hinduism. He is heavily based on the destruction deity Shiva’s more wrathful depictions. In Hinduism, destruction is more of a neutral force; part of the balance of the universe along with creation and preservation (the deities Brahma and Vishnu respectively). Burning Spice being such a harsh inversion of that neutrality fits the Beasts’ theme of being twisted virtues.

Shiva has a few animals associated with him, such as bulls, cobras, deer, and the one most important for this discussion: the tiger. Burning Spice already has stripe markings on his arms, and his main follower that we see in the game is Nutmeg Tiger Cookie.

Making Burning Spice a tiger would be a bit odd because of Nutmeg Tiger’s existence as one of his followers, but the idea of a giant, wrathful, firey tiger is just too perfect for Burning Spice in my eyes. Maybe add in some bull features to make him stand apart a bit more.

Eternal Sugar and Silent Salt I can’t really do much with yet since we don’t know anything about them other than their respective corrupted virtues, being Sloth and Silence. Eternal Sugar’s design seems to have an Angel and Devil theming, so perhaps some sort of bird? And Silent Salt I have absolutely no ideas for. I’ll have to figure these two out once they get added to the game and we learn more about them.

Anyways, hope yall enjoyed this silly analysis thing :) Also take a bonus doodle of snake/dragon Smilk that we did before making this post and that inspired us to write it in the first place lol (design still being workshopped; looking at him now we really should have made his hair into a cobra hood)

[blowenaecodia]

POV : You are Black Raisin Cookie catching Healer Cookie crying.

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"I do not deserve such a peace. There are a lot of work for me to be forgiven." - Healer Cookie's inner Thoughts

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I saw a post about Pure Vanilla Cookie.

Savior Complex. Survivor Guilt.

Pure Vanilla Cookie when we first met him.