thecharactersthatnevermet

[thecharactersthatnevermet]

Promo reblog! I’ve had zero interactions sighhh…any asks are appreciated!

I N T R O D U C T I O N ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

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Ah…uhm…hello?? Gosh, merely the thought of such attention’s getting me nervous. No! I must stand proud!

No need for such things, dear. Simply relax. The Witch told us his plan, didn’t he?

Hm…indeed, but where is this so-called…crowd? Shall we simply wait?

Pssht. He’s probably lied to us. Wouldn’t trust the guy, anyway. Trusting anyone in the first place is a foolish move. Everybody, please stop arguing…I…I just want to do this…

A COOKIE RUN KINGDOM OC BLOG, WITH ALL OF MY LITTLE COOKIE CREATIONS IN ONE PLACE. -Witch Jonas

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Burrata Cookie -

Once the general of the Chariotry part of the army in the Golden Cheese Kingdom, the veiled warrior Burrata Cookie spent her life lavishly endorsing the fights and violent entertainment in the virtual world. When brought back, her first thought was to make amends with Smoked Cheese Cookie, not managing, however, when him and Her Radiance were taken away by Burning Spice’s minions. She now guards the kingdom with her full might, ready to crumble for her queen. VOICECLAIM: Sergeant Calhoun RARITY: Epic

Sugar Orchid Cookie -

A sweet, kind soul that can be too sweet after a while; Sugar Orchid Cookie is, indeed, one of a kind. Believing that rudeness is immature and that all should be nice, she spreads positivity wherever she goes. But she’s not as easy to trick as it seems. The candlemaker strayed from the Vanilla Kingdom, her home, in search of corrupted souls needing help. And although she’s been questioned many times, and helped many people, she hasn’t been questioned enough. Just what is hiding under that soft smile? VOICELAIM: Millicent from Elden Ring RARITY: Legendary or Super Epic, undecided Ermine Frosting Cookie - Made of a frosting differentiated by certain lack of sweetness from the other types, Ermine Frosting Cookie’s mysterious and nonchalant demeanor has always drawn cookies in. A decorated officer, former First Lieutenant, working in training young cookies in the Paladin Academy, the brooding Ermine Frosting Cookie is more polite than he first looks. Despite his difficulty with feelings, he will always assist a cookie in need. But get on his bad side, and you’ll get on the bad side of his sword. That is, if the sunny weather of the Creme Republic doesn’t blind the village boy in the meantime. VOICECLAIM: Patroclus from Hades RARITY: Legendary Marble Fondant Cookie - Messily spread color makes the most beautiful decor; Marble Fondant Cookie is anything but prim and proper. A resident and head chef of the Dark Cacao Kingdom, he first entered the royal kitchen at a young age, where his skills got him advancing the ranks quickly. As well as, well, endorsements from a certain prince. When the weather was worse than it had ever been, the aforementioned royal showed up, asking for shelter and a cure to his bleeding eye. Giving immediate aid, Marble Fondant Cookie gave him one piece of advice, and that was to follow the will that his spirit will show him. The next day, he woke up to a singular, hand-made dessert, and a cunning advisor planting seeds of doubt in everyone’s minds; getting him banished. Yet, when hearing a certain someone’s affilitation with Dark Enchantress Cookie, he desperately tried to rejoin the ranks of the kingdom, no matter what he was given. He’s now united with the healers and the army to help the kingdom he had given up on long ago, using it as a cover to search for his long-lost friend in his long forest lookouts. VOICECLAIM: Warren Rojas RARITY: Epic

Hyacinth Jasper Cookie - A gem mermaid with a gem that doesn’t glitter; Hyacinth Jasper Cookie will forever be isolated. After moving away into the new location the Gem Mermaids had chosen to live in, her lack of actual power and dull aura makes her believe the worst things about herself. Her sobs are heard every few nights, when the moonlight hits the water in a way that gives her a faint glow, almost as if taunting her. She’s been known as “The Crying Maiden”, waiting for her gem to shine, cursing everyone that hears her cries with bad luck. Is there any soul out there that will dare help her? VOICECLAIM: Lily from Glitter Force (perhaps less...cheery) RARITY: Super Epic

Pink Peppercorn Cookie (but she’s not pink cause pink is taken by the diva) - Sweet and spicy at the same time, Pink Peppercorn Cookie will always be an enigma to other followers of Burning Spice. The mural artist seems to harbor neutral feelings against the Beast, despite showing utmost respect, including some hidden meanings in the paintings of him she’s asked to manufacture. Seen as a liability by the cookies that fight for him, she has a sharp tongue that doesn’t fit her calm face, although her silent self barely puts it to use. She definitely has an ulterior motive as to why she behaves so oddly. Perhaps it has something to do with that black and purple tattoo on her wrist?

VOICECLAIM: Tigress Rarity: Super Epic

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HE/THEY/HYM/HYMN/ZY/STARLIGHT pronouns^^

Hello !!! I’m Jonas (@f1o0w3r) (BUT I dont really use that account so if I ever like/repost stuff then I’m probs on my oc blog, @ellis-jackson-stuff) I’m the owner of this blog, probably known as Sugar Orchid Cookie mod. I really wanted to share my OCs with the world, and what better way than a shared blog?

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If you have any other OCs, feel free to rp with them! If you’re rp-ing as a CC, I’d love to rp with you! If you simply want to ask, I’d love to answer!

I WILL answer in character, the character depending on the colors, listed above. If you’re directing your question to a certain character, state which.

IF SOMETHING IS OOC, I will either put “//“ in front of the message or the tag/words “WITCH TALKS”

I AM a minor, so keep the weird questions away and down. Don’t be a jerk. Do not spam, and ask before sending media. If there are any other rules to be implemented, they will be put here.

I hope some people meet my creations!

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FOUR MORE COMING SOON - INTROS IN THE WORK

[thecharactersthatnevermet]

I am in trouble I need the smartest cookie here to answer me the most important question.

If the opposite of small is large, then what is the opposite of medium?

Well, depends which meaning of the word "medium" you're referring to. I'll take an educated guess and say it's the size. In which case, the opposite is either large or small, considering "medium" is on the middle of the axis of size, at equal distance from both large and small. Yet, as it's a middle term, you could also say it has no opposite. Hm. That was quite the nice thinking exercise.

[thecharactersthatnevermet]

For Hyacinth Jasper Cookie

I request to have a question answered for me because I cannot answer it myself. When I first found this question I spend three whole hours wondering how I stumbled upon it, it is so stupid I have no idea what to say and I am here as a last resort. Now you're proberly thinking about what the question is?

Here it is..

If you were a kitchen utensil/appliance which one would you be and why?

I'm a pan. (Jonas ifykyk) >:)

Kitchen utensil? Ah, that must be what the others have been using to make food…I’m afraid I’m not well-informed when it comes to them, so I’m not entirely sure how to…answer this…is this a normal question for land cookies?

Yet, if I had to answer…perhaps a measuring spoon? I’ve seen Marble Fondant Cookie use it countless times, and it’s practical, easy to use and…well, I suppose the name gives it away. I…like its shape and depth, so…I guess that’s my answer…

[thecharactersthatnevermet]

Recommend romantic candidates for my muses and see their reaction!

Note: They do not have to be ones my muses would like!

[thecharactersthatnevermet]

Marble Fondant Cookie felt enough shame as it was. He gave up and broke down so easily, as if the carefully placed bricks that formed the wall blocking his emotions were made of delicate leaves, collapsing at the slightest touch. Perhaps that is why he’d never dared approach the barrier - or the emotions it was shutting out. Although, he fully believed the wall was sturdy and would crack and fall in the arms of a loved one, or at a calm breaking point. No matter how many times he told himself this would happen, he hoped he wouldn’t have been alone when it did. Yet the Witches seem to detest him more with each day that passes, leading him to the pathetic, defeated state he was currently in, hesitant tears rolling down his face as he wipes them - his cheeks are cold enough as it is. That simple fact causes him to calm down slightly; the wind had picked up, and unless he wants to catch something worse than a cold, he’d better head back inside and help a few of the healers. His head remains lowered for a few seconds, eyes looking at the disturbed snow beneath him, giving it a few kicks as he lets out a small, hiccup-like sob every once in a while. Yet, as Marble Fondant hesitates and considers freezing a bit more to hide traces of his state from the others, he hears a hum. It’s soft and strong at the same time, low yet noticeable. He assumes it’s some cookie about to tell him to leave, to ask questions of his banishment or to usher him back in. But, as his head lifts, his wet eyes widen slightly as they lock onto a pair of purple ones. No other glances are needed, the details of the cookie before him unmistakeable. Yet he can’t bring himself to say anything. To apologise for his disturbance, to ask if there’s something he can do, to take out his anger, his sadness. He can’t even stand up and wordlessly head inside. He stares, his gaze shaky and unsure, yet his stance unmoving.

@thecacaomonarch

Marble Fondant Cookie hadn’t thought clearly in a while. For quite some time, he prioritized survival, action and the food he could find for the next day. He prioritized not freezing in the cold of his homeland that he’d suddenly grown unaccustomed to. But now that he had no reason to worry about such matters, all he did is think. And in his humble opinion, worrying was much better. As he sat on a bench outside, the usually cold and piercing wind unusually calm, his foot moving around in small circles against the layer of snow on the ground, his thoughts overwhelmed him. Thoughts that he knew will never be voiced, as well as worries that might be poorly expressed in the times to come. He thought about past, present and future, doubted his choice, and came to painful realizations. One of the ones that hit hardest was how messed up he was. How his uncontrollable feelings squeezed away from his heart and blended in with his thoughts in his mind, creating the impulsive cookie sitting on the bench at that very moment. He did feel a tad guilty for abandoning his new post so quickly, yet a headache overtook him, and he decided that all he needed was some time alone to think. Safe to say that only made it worse. Perhaps he needed someone to talk to. But it was no secret everybody who knew of him disliked him at best, so that idea was quickly discarded. Instead, Marble Fondant Cookie made what might’ve been the first rational decision he’d made in a while; he let his head fall in his hands and cried.

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—ooc// HELP i yapped so much anyway thank uu for the reply <3 love ur blog

For the first time in a while, Dark Cacao felt at ease. Not at truly peaceful, sweet bliss, but at uncomfortable, silent ease, the ringing in his ears slowly subsiding back and forth as the snow from the sky swept down softly onto the ground that he stood on. He walked across the lands of his own kingdom, checking back slightly to make sure that there still remained a few guards either in front of the castle, or slowly stomping close behind him.

Then, he saw a strange Cookie, clutching his face with his hands and letting tears stream down his dough-made body, his sobs fluttering in with the soft wind of the snow.

Dark Cacao hummed with a 'm', letting himself be known by the random citizen.

ooc: awww thank you so much also its okay i like when people yap !!

[thecharactersthatnevermet]

Sugar Orchid Cookie let out a pleased sound resembling a hum as she gently rests her hands in front of herself, looking at her as she urges her to follow along. The path almost cleared itself for them, as she walked with the grace she was known for in her steps. Perhaps there was no need for further action. Absolute Raindew Cookie seemed to be less of a threat than before, and she’s somewhat learned to keep to herself, at the very least. Well, it’s a good day when you have more time to orchestrate a downfall! For her own good, she might have to leave the kingdom sooner…ah, but she’ll never say it out loud. That attire, that bow, those features…any idiot could figure it out. But perhaps her facade of foolishness will pay off…

“Say…I don’t believe we ever got eachother’s names. Oh, how terribly rude of me! It’s one of the most basic manners of the Vanilla Kingdom! It’s the least I owe you after causing your injury. Speaking of which, I’m always here to lean on, if the situation rises!” Sugar Orchid Cookie gives a comforting and warm smile, along with a wink. “I’ll start us off. I’m Sugar Orchid Cookie, formal royal candlemaker, now the people’s candlemaker, too! My passion is to be enjoyed by all, no? In fact, I do believe I offered your friends some, too! A pity they said no…yet I never force anything upon people. I just wish for their lives to be…good.”

(directed towards sugar orchid cookie!!)

(my oc Absolute Raindew Cookie is Shadow Milk Cookie's teenage daughter. She's quite... Pessimistic sometimes. Let's see Sugar Orchid cheer this young liar up!)

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Absolute Raindew Cookie roams. She doesn't know where she's going, she's just...roaming.

Her father, Shadow Milk Cookie, had disguised himself as one of his stupid personas and dragged Raindew and his minions to the Vanilla Kingdom. Probably wanted to mess with Pure Vanilla again...

Black Sapphire, Raindew's boyfriend, had been busy, and Candy Apple was doting over Shadow Milk's shapeshifting skills (the little brat). So, Raindew walked about waiting for them to get back in their own heads.

The area was crowded. She must've found herself in some sort of market because multiple cookies tried to make her review or eat or buy something. As she walked, she ran straight into another cookie, Sugar Orchid Cookie, and fell to the ground.

"Hey! Watch where you're going, imbecile!"

Raindew shouted. She tried to get up, but she couldn't.

Something had happened to her ankle...

Sugar Orchid Cookie hasn’t had the greatest of days. Sure, she would never admit that out loud, as she wouldn’t like to “burden” others, yet returning to the Vanilla Kingdom hadn’t been the…dreamy experience she’s been wishing for. Not to say she wasn’t happy about its rebuilding, as well as its current citizens…but it was bland. Cheerful and friendly, almost obnoxiously so. It could almost rival her facade. Nevertheless, she smiled at strangers and old acquaintances alike, helped around, and slowly fit back into society. Well, more or less - she had made quite a name for herself because of her deeds. Her totally honest and loving deeds. But she’d look back to her travels sometimes, to the friends she made, to the places she visited. The few times she’s doubted her own intentions, the few times she felt like travel was what truly fit her…along with those five.

And that kind of unnecessary, false doubt that seeped into her dough from time to time was best cleared by a walk! Fresh air, children playing, birds trilling. It was a particularly warm day, which is why she wore more frilly clothing and an elegant sunhat to match as she stepped carefully on the stones and towards the market. Inspecting fruit, buying a few things out of “pity” for the merchants who needed the money, and sitting by the fountain…it had been relaxing enough, until she decided to stand up and head back to make herself dinner. The crowd had gotten larger, and she was making her way through people politely, when another cookie bumps into her. Hard. Well, she’s gotten far too used to it because of a…certain someone…yet still winced slightly and looked down at the cookie. Sugar Orchid Cookie’s concern almost wavered completely at her snappy tone and rude words, before noticing the…injury the impact had caused. She sighs softly and puts on her best kind expression - considering how exasperated she was - as she crouches down and looked at the ankle.

“Ah, my apologies! No need for harsh words, yet you were walking on the wrong side of…well, walking directions. I’ll assume you’re not from here, yet…do you require assistance? It’s the least I can do.” Sugar Orchid Cookie gives her most convincing look of worry as she looks the cookie over. The attire, the blunt style, the…scent. All too familliar. Oh Witches.

(you probs dont know this for lore but with a couple other rp accounts, sugar orchid resided in the spire of deceit for a week due to her getting injured whilst on her way away and black sapphire offering a spot! thats how she’s familliar with it)

[thecharactersthatnevermet]

Burrata Cookie’s face flashes with a hint of guilt, her grip on her weapon loosening as she sees the genuine fright and shock in the other cookie’s eyes. She sighs softly, almost inaudibly, looking down at the large golden band pressing on her arm - a symbol of a past friendship, a past kindness, a past promise. Her eyes then drift up towards Hemlock Faerie Cookie, before taking a few long strides towards them and grabbing their wrist.

“I…apologise. I became overwhelmed by emotions. I didn’t mean to disturb you that much. But I promised to protect this place with my life. Yet…here. Take this.” Burrata Cookie rummages through the largest pocket in her item belt, before handing them a piece of a cheese mineral. “It’s…more or less a cooling item. If you ever get too hot. I’ve heard it can be overbearing for outlanders. Keep going forward, a bit towards east. You’ll find vegetation there, and maybe that flower you seek.”

(Directed towards Burrata Cookie)

A strange visitor was wandering around the desert plains when suddenly they spot Burrata Cookie. They slowly approach her and pop up next to her.

They seemed to be holding some sort of notepad and had a few flowers around their neck. This Cookie also had a pair of wings. Faerie wings.

“Ooo, hello there! I’ve never met anyone like you before! I’m sure Double Egg Cookie would find you interesting! Maybe I can take a few samples to show her! Oh right! My name is Hemlock Faerie Cookie.”

-@nobodyheregetspaidenough

Burrata Cookie was on the lookout. The sand rose with the wind and harshly blew against her in a hot breeze that she had grown accustomed to. Her khopesh was held tightly in her left hand, twisting it around out of boredom every once in a while. She was an easily bored person, yet her loyalty drowned out her…currently constant impatience. Yet, as she decided to roam around a bit, her ears picked up a sound - subtle, yet her years of training didn’t let it go unnoticed. Her grip on her weapon tightens and she fixes the veil tighter to remove the chance of it flowing with the wind and revealing her face. Yet, as she stands in a ready pose, she feels a cookie’s presence from behind. She quickly turns around and keeps the weapon up and threatening, narrowing her eyes at the newcomer. They…immediately start speaking in long and plain sentences, which causes her to frown. Most who stumble at that very entrance are either looking for a fight or looking for something that she’s sworn to hide or defend, which ultimately results in a fight. Nevertheless, Burrata Cookie had…never seen a cookie like this before. She frowns and doesn’t let her guard down, before speaking out in a loud and firm voice.

“State your business on these lands or prepare for a face-off. Wanderers are not accepted. I will not indulge in your…idle chatter. I let my blade do the talking.”

[thecharactersthatnevermet]

Burrata Cookie sighs in relief as the other lets out a few words of understanding and allows her stance to relax, before tensing up again as they try to look over her shoulder, come the slightest bit closer and keep asking her questions. Cheeses, they’re annoying! What could possibly make them go away??

“Her Majesty is on a quest. I’m guarding the former outsides and outskirts of the kingdom. She is to return soon and restore this place’s glory.”

Her voice carries a hint of pride and steadfast loyalty, allowing herself a small, sad glance behind her. Yet, the melancholy fades away as Hemlock Faerie Cookie asks yet another question. A question that cuts deep. She urges herself to keep herself calm - after all, they don’t know! She inhales deeply and tries speaking neutrally.

“Yes, obviously. The Golden Cheese Kingdom is situated specifically here in the desert. Which is why you must leave. Me and all other subjects of Golden Cheese Cookie are well adjusted to the temperature and have suitable clothes. And the rest of the residents…” Burrata Cookie hesitates, a crack in her voice. “…they’ve crumbled. Are being preserved. Now, enough questions. Leave.”

(Directed towards Burrata Cookie)

A strange visitor was wandering around the desert plains when suddenly they spot Burrata Cookie. They slowly approach her and pop up next to her.

They seemed to be holding some sort of notepad and had a few flowers around their neck. This Cookie also had a pair of wings. Faerie wings.

“Ooo, hello there! I’ve never met anyone like you before! I’m sure Double Egg Cookie would find you interesting! Maybe I can take a few samples to show her! Oh right! My name is Hemlock Faerie Cookie.”

-@nobodyheregetspaidenough

Burrata Cookie was on the lookout. The sand rose with the wind and harshly blew against her in a hot breeze that she had grown accustomed to. Her khopesh was held tightly in her left hand, twisting it around out of boredom every once in a while. She was an easily bored person, yet her loyalty drowned out her…currently constant impatience. Yet, as she decided to roam around a bit, her ears picked up a sound - subtle, yet her years of training didn’t let it go unnoticed. Her grip on her weapon tightens and she fixes the veil tighter to remove the chance of it flowing with the wind and revealing her face. Yet, as she stands in a ready pose, she feels a cookie’s presence from behind. She quickly turns around and keeps the weapon up and threatening, narrowing her eyes at the newcomer. They…immediately start speaking in long and plain sentences, which causes her to frown. Most who stumble at that very entrance are either looking for a fight or looking for something that she’s sworn to hide or defend, which ultimately results in a fight. Nevertheless, Burrata Cookie had…never seen a cookie like this before. She frowns and doesn’t let her guard down, before speaking out in a loud and firm voice.

“State your business on these lands or prepare for a face-off. Wanderers are not accepted. I will not indulge in your…idle chatter. I let my blade do the talking.”

[thecharactersthatnevermet]

Sugar Orchid Cookie lets out a soft breath, masking the newfound smile on her face as a kind one, rather than a pleased one. Oh, wasn’t this just going lovely? What a turn of events…usually, she wouldn’t spend more time on such annoying pests. But she’s not stupid; she’s put two and two together, which meant that she know who exactly Absolute Raindew Cookie was. And to miss out on such an opportunity? Ah, the fear in her eyes was almost joyous for her! As she stands up abruptly and tries getting away, Sugar Orchid Cookie rises up and quickly grabs her shoulder. It looked gentle from outside, yet the grip almost shouted ‘threat’. She smiles gently and tuts softly.

“Oh, dearest, you need to give your foot some time! Remedies don’t work that fast, sadly. Would’ve been very convenient if they did, haha! Nevertheless, you’ll get me so worried! Please…allow me to escort you wherever you wish to go. Consider it…an act of acquaintanceship.” Sugar Orchid Cookie says with a wink, before listening intently for what the witnesses have to say. The masses are on her side, praising…good. Oh, how lovely. Although, it is a pity. She does believe there’s good in everybody, but when annoying nuisances pop up…she must make them know their mistake. All for their good, hehe…

(directed towards sugar orchid cookie!!)

(my oc Absolute Raindew Cookie is Shadow Milk Cookie's teenage daughter. She's quite... Pessimistic sometimes. Let's see Sugar Orchid cheer this young liar up!)

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Absolute Raindew Cookie roams. She doesn't know where she's going, she's just...roaming.

Her father, Shadow Milk Cookie, had disguised himself as one of his stupid personas and dragged Raindew and his minions to the Vanilla Kingdom. Probably wanted to mess with Pure Vanilla again...

Black Sapphire, Raindew's boyfriend, had been busy, and Candy Apple was doting over Shadow Milk's shapeshifting skills (the little brat). So, Raindew walked about waiting for them to get back in their own heads.

The area was crowded. She must've found herself in some sort of market because multiple cookies tried to make her review or eat or buy something. As she walked, she ran straight into another cookie, Sugar Orchid Cookie, and fell to the ground.

"Hey! Watch where you're going, imbecile!"

Raindew shouted. She tried to get up, but she couldn't.

Something had happened to her ankle...

Sugar Orchid Cookie hasn’t had the greatest of days. Sure, she would never admit that out loud, as she wouldn’t like to “burden” others, yet returning to the Vanilla Kingdom hadn’t been the…dreamy experience she’s been wishing for. Not to say she wasn’t happy about its rebuilding, as well as its current citizens…but it was bland. Cheerful and friendly, almost obnoxiously so. It could almost rival her facade. Nevertheless, she smiled at strangers and old acquaintances alike, helped around, and slowly fit back into society. Well, more or less - she had made quite a name for herself because of her deeds. Her totally honest and loving deeds. But she’d look back to her travels sometimes, to the friends she made, to the places she visited. The few times she’s doubted her own intentions, the few times she felt like travel was what truly fit her…along with those five.

And that kind of unnecessary, false doubt that seeped into her dough from time to time was best cleared by a walk! Fresh air, children playing, birds trilling. It was a particularly warm day, which is why she wore more frilly clothing and an elegant sunhat to match as she stepped carefully on the stones and towards the market. Inspecting fruit, buying a few things out of “pity” for the merchants who needed the money, and sitting by the fountain…it had been relaxing enough, until she decided to stand up and head back to make herself dinner. The crowd had gotten larger, and she was making her way through people politely, when another cookie bumps into her. Hard. Well, she’s gotten far too used to it because of a…certain someone…yet still winced slightly and looked down at the cookie. Sugar Orchid Cookie’s concern almost wavered completely at her snappy tone and rude words, before noticing the…injury the impact had caused. She sighs softly and puts on her best kind expression - considering how exasperated she was - as she crouches down and looked at the ankle.

“Ah, my apologies! No need for harsh words, yet you were walking on the wrong side of…well, walking directions. I’ll assume you’re not from here, yet…do you require assistance? It’s the least I can do.” Sugar Orchid Cookie gives her most convincing look of worry as she looks the cookie over. The attire, the blunt style, the…scent. All too familliar. Oh Witches.

(you probs dont know this for lore but with a couple other rp accounts, sugar orchid resided in the spire of deceit for a week due to her getting injured whilst on her way away and black sapphire offering a spot! thats how she’s familliar with it)

[thecharactersthatnevermet]

Burrata Cookie blinks slightly as her cold and unexpressive face melts into an almost confused expression, brows furrowing slightly at their continued curiosity, constant noting and…endless chatter. Was the other cookie…not intimidated? Not afraid? Did they not understand the rules she JUST put down? Well, if that wasn’t going to work…ugh, she’s gone soft. But maybe if she answers all questions (to an extent) and shoos them away subtly…

“It’s…a traditional weapon. Cookies that aren’t from here wouldn’t quite know. A-And Her Majesty’s name is not to be uttered so nonchalantly! Golden Cheese Cookie is the queen of this realm and her kingdom, and all know of her - the greediest cookie on Earthbread! Clearly, you…must have been isolated. But I stand by what I said. What you’re looking for isn’t here. Perhaps further away. And if it is…as one of the last cookies standing and serving Her Radiance, I shall not let you pass.”

(Directed towards Burrata Cookie)

A strange visitor was wandering around the desert plains when suddenly they spot Burrata Cookie. They slowly approach her and pop up next to her.

They seemed to be holding some sort of notepad and had a few flowers around their neck. This Cookie also had a pair of wings. Faerie wings.

“Ooo, hello there! I’ve never met anyone like you before! I’m sure Double Egg Cookie would find you interesting! Maybe I can take a few samples to show her! Oh right! My name is Hemlock Faerie Cookie.”

-@nobodyheregetspaidenough

Burrata Cookie was on the lookout. The sand rose with the wind and harshly blew against her in a hot breeze that she had grown accustomed to. Her khopesh was held tightly in her left hand, twisting it around out of boredom every once in a while. She was an easily bored person, yet her loyalty drowned out her…currently constant impatience. Yet, as she decided to roam around a bit, her ears picked up a sound - subtle, yet her years of training didn’t let it go unnoticed. Her grip on her weapon tightens and she fixes the veil tighter to remove the chance of it flowing with the wind and revealing her face. Yet, as she stands in a ready pose, she feels a cookie’s presence from behind. She quickly turns around and keeps the weapon up and threatening, narrowing her eyes at the newcomer. They…immediately start speaking in long and plain sentences, which causes her to frown. Most who stumble at that very entrance are either looking for a fight or looking for something that she’s sworn to hide or defend, which ultimately results in a fight. Nevertheless, Burrata Cookie had…never seen a cookie like this before. She frowns and doesn’t let her guard down, before speaking out in a loud and firm voice.

“State your business on these lands or prepare for a face-off. Wanderers are not accepted. I will not indulge in your…idle chatter. I let my blade do the talking.”

[thecharactersthatnevermet]

“Oh, I don’t believe so. I’m not a very missable person. Besides, I’m sure there are others closer to him that he might miss. Perhaps…you?” Sugar Orchid Cookie smiles and laughs softly - an endearing laugh, yet laced with the most delicate hint of taunting that even she overlooked. “You seem to be close to him. Do not concern yourself over trivialities. If love is the issue, then maybe it’s reassuring if you know I feel no such thing. I merely wished to give him the slightest gift in return for his hospitality. Yes, yes, nevertheless, I’m not going to insist on it. I can live without that.”

Sugar Orchid Cookie locks eyes with her as she smiles yet again. A perfect smile, matching her elegant look, voice, personality…the people who witnessed the incident were speaking less of the unknown cookie who sustained the injury, and more of Sugar Orchid Cookie’s natural kindness, beauty and friendliness. Good, lovely…one wrong word from the other, and the folk around would be quite displeased. She seemed attached to Black Sapphire Cookie…perhaps she’ll know the true meaning of a rumour soon…

(directed towards sugar orchid cookie!!)

(my oc Absolute Raindew Cookie is Shadow Milk Cookie's teenage daughter. She's quite... Pessimistic sometimes. Let's see Sugar Orchid cheer this young liar up!)

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Absolute Raindew Cookie roams. She doesn't know where she's going, she's just...roaming.

Her father, Shadow Milk Cookie, had disguised himself as one of his stupid personas and dragged Raindew and his minions to the Vanilla Kingdom. Probably wanted to mess with Pure Vanilla again...

Black Sapphire, Raindew's boyfriend, had been busy, and Candy Apple was doting over Shadow Milk's shapeshifting skills (the little brat). So, Raindew walked about waiting for them to get back in their own heads.

The area was crowded. She must've found herself in some sort of market because multiple cookies tried to make her review or eat or buy something. As she walked, she ran straight into another cookie, Sugar Orchid Cookie, and fell to the ground.

"Hey! Watch where you're going, imbecile!"

Raindew shouted. She tried to get up, but she couldn't.

Something had happened to her ankle...

Sugar Orchid Cookie hasn’t had the greatest of days. Sure, she would never admit that out loud, as she wouldn’t like to “burden” others, yet returning to the Vanilla Kingdom hadn’t been the…dreamy experience she’s been wishing for. Not to say she wasn’t happy about its rebuilding, as well as its current citizens…but it was bland. Cheerful and friendly, almost obnoxiously so. It could almost rival her facade. Nevertheless, she smiled at strangers and old acquaintances alike, helped around, and slowly fit back into society. Well, more or less - she had made quite a name for herself because of her deeds. Her totally honest and loving deeds. But she’d look back to her travels sometimes, to the friends she made, to the places she visited. The few times she’s doubted her own intentions, the few times she felt like travel was what truly fit her…along with those five.

And that kind of unnecessary, false doubt that seeped into her dough from time to time was best cleared by a walk! Fresh air, children playing, birds trilling. It was a particularly warm day, which is why she wore more frilly clothing and an elegant sunhat to match as she stepped carefully on the stones and towards the market. Inspecting fruit, buying a few things out of “pity” for the merchants who needed the money, and sitting by the fountain…it had been relaxing enough, until she decided to stand up and head back to make herself dinner. The crowd had gotten larger, and she was making her way through people politely, when another cookie bumps into her. Hard. Well, she’s gotten far too used to it because of a…certain someone…yet still winced slightly and looked down at the cookie. Sugar Orchid Cookie’s concern almost wavered completely at her snappy tone and rude words, before noticing the…injury the impact had caused. She sighs softly and puts on her best kind expression - considering how exasperated she was - as she crouches down and looked at the ankle.

“Ah, my apologies! No need for harsh words, yet you were walking on the wrong side of…well, walking directions. I’ll assume you’re not from here, yet…do you require assistance? It’s the least I can do.” Sugar Orchid Cookie gives her most convincing look of worry as she looks the cookie over. The attire, the blunt style, the…scent. All too familliar. Oh Witches.

(you probs dont know this for lore but with a couple other rp accounts, sugar orchid resided in the spire of deceit for a week due to her getting injured whilst on her way away and black sapphire offering a spot! thats how she’s familliar with it)

[thecharactersthatnevermet]

Burrata Cookie frowns slightly at the other’s immediate excitement at something so…mundane. She looks down at her weapon then up at the trespasser. Well…a little bit of bragging wouldn’t hurt. After all, her greed when it came to weapons of all sorts was…unique. Admirable, said Her Radiance once. So she doubled her collection. Yet, the veiled warrior simply lets out a sound between a hum and a scoff as she replies.

“This is a khopesh. No ordinary weapon. It’s a blend of two different kinds of blades, easy to wield and great for multiple deadly blows on opponents! Describing it so dully is an insult!”

Burrata Cookie’s eyes rake over the other cookie. As dangerously close to her sacred space as they were, they didn’t seem…armed. Neither with weapons, nor with a plan. All they had was an obnoxiously loud mouth and a deadly curiosity. As soon as she deems them not to be a threat, she sighs and lowers her khopesh to only mildly carry on the threat lower as she stands straight.

“My name is Burrata Cookie. Guardian of these lands in the name of Her Radiance, Golden Cheese Cookie. Former General of Chariotry. And you must turn around, otherwise this might escalate. What you’re looking for isn’t here.”

(Directed towards Burrata Cookie)

A strange visitor was wandering around the desert plains when suddenly they spot Burrata Cookie. They slowly approach her and pop up next to her.

They seemed to be holding some sort of notepad and had a few flowers around their neck. This Cookie also had a pair of wings. Faerie wings.

“Ooo, hello there! I’ve never met anyone like you before! I’m sure Double Egg Cookie would find you interesting! Maybe I can take a few samples to show her! Oh right! My name is Hemlock Faerie Cookie.”

-@nobodyheregetspaidenough

Burrata Cookie was on the lookout. The sand rose with the wind and harshly blew against her in a hot breeze that she had grown accustomed to. Her khopesh was held tightly in her left hand, twisting it around out of boredom every once in a while. She was an easily bored person, yet her loyalty drowned out her…currently constant impatience. Yet, as she decided to roam around a bit, her ears picked up a sound - subtle, yet her years of training didn’t let it go unnoticed. Her grip on her weapon tightens and she fixes the veil tighter to remove the chance of it flowing with the wind and revealing her face. Yet, as she stands in a ready pose, she feels a cookie’s presence from behind. She quickly turns around and keeps the weapon up and threatening, narrowing her eyes at the newcomer. They…immediately start speaking in long and plain sentences, which causes her to frown. Most who stumble at that very entrance are either looking for a fight or looking for something that she’s sworn to hide or defend, which ultimately results in a fight. Nevertheless, Burrata Cookie had…never seen a cookie like this before. She frowns and doesn’t let her guard down, before speaking out in a loud and firm voice.

“State your business on these lands or prepare for a face-off. Wanderers are not accepted. I will not indulge in your…idle chatter. I let my blade do the talking.”

[thecharactersthatnevermet]

Sugar Orchid Cookie’s smile widens slightly in relief as the other doesn’t argue further, letting out a soft “phew” as the effects start to show themselves quickly. As she comments on the taste and her mood seems to improve, Sugar Orchid Cookie allows herself to approach and inspect the injury more carefully.

“Ah, that looks like a sprain. I do recommend that somebody helps you get where you wish to…perhaps call one of your friends? Or companions, or whatever you wish to call them. Just somebody that you can tolerate help from.”

She smiles kindly, leaving the words “or someone that tolerates you” out. She hadn’t met someone so stubborn…ever, actually. Which might’ve been why it was pissing her off. Sure, some others had the same effect, but at least they were not as obvious as this nuisance. Still, she chuckle softly and covers her mouth with a gloved hand as the other’s voice almost takes an offended tone at the mention of her wished greeting, retreating from Raindew’s personal space to lay her hands in her own lap.

“Oh, my. We’re not quite friends, yet he’s helped me in a time of need. Of course, you could choose not to deliver the greeting. I just wished for him to know I was doing well. In fact, I sustained an injury simular to yours. He isn’t called a host for nothing, hehe. But do not worry, he’s just an acquaintance that has assisted me when I needed it. And those type of cookies are the ones I believe deserve their kindness returned.”

(directed towards sugar orchid cookie!!)

(my oc Absolute Raindew Cookie is Shadow Milk Cookie's teenage daughter. She's quite... Pessimistic sometimes. Let's see Sugar Orchid cheer this young liar up!)

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Absolute Raindew Cookie roams. She doesn't know where she's going, she's just...roaming.

Her father, Shadow Milk Cookie, had disguised himself as one of his stupid personas and dragged Raindew and his minions to the Vanilla Kingdom. Probably wanted to mess with Pure Vanilla again...

Black Sapphire, Raindew's boyfriend, had been busy, and Candy Apple was doting over Shadow Milk's shapeshifting skills (the little brat). So, Raindew walked about waiting for them to get back in their own heads.

The area was crowded. She must've found herself in some sort of market because multiple cookies tried to make her review or eat or buy something. As she walked, she ran straight into another cookie, Sugar Orchid Cookie, and fell to the ground.

"Hey! Watch where you're going, imbecile!"

Raindew shouted. She tried to get up, but she couldn't.

Something had happened to her ankle...

Sugar Orchid Cookie hasn’t had the greatest of days. Sure, she would never admit that out loud, as she wouldn’t like to “burden” others, yet returning to the Vanilla Kingdom hadn’t been the…dreamy experience she’s been wishing for. Not to say she wasn’t happy about its rebuilding, as well as its current citizens…but it was bland. Cheerful and friendly, almost obnoxiously so. It could almost rival her facade. Nevertheless, she smiled at strangers and old acquaintances alike, helped around, and slowly fit back into society. Well, more or less - she had made quite a name for herself because of her deeds. Her totally honest and loving deeds. But she’d look back to her travels sometimes, to the friends she made, to the places she visited. The few times she’s doubted her own intentions, the few times she felt like travel was what truly fit her…along with those five.

And that kind of unnecessary, false doubt that seeped into her dough from time to time was best cleared by a walk! Fresh air, children playing, birds trilling. It was a particularly warm day, which is why she wore more frilly clothing and an elegant sunhat to match as she stepped carefully on the stones and towards the market. Inspecting fruit, buying a few things out of “pity” for the merchants who needed the money, and sitting by the fountain…it had been relaxing enough, until she decided to stand up and head back to make herself dinner. The crowd had gotten larger, and she was making her way through people politely, when another cookie bumps into her. Hard. Well, she’s gotten far too used to it because of a…certain someone…yet still winced slightly and looked down at the cookie. Sugar Orchid Cookie’s concern almost wavered completely at her snappy tone and rude words, before noticing the…injury the impact had caused. She sighs softly and puts on her best kind expression - considering how exasperated she was - as she crouches down and looked at the ankle.

“Ah, my apologies! No need for harsh words, yet you were walking on the wrong side of…well, walking directions. I’ll assume you’re not from here, yet…do you require assistance? It’s the least I can do.” Sugar Orchid Cookie gives her most convincing look of worry as she looks the cookie over. The attire, the blunt style, the…scent. All too familliar. Oh Witches.

(you probs dont know this for lore but with a couple other rp accounts, sugar orchid resided in the spire of deceit for a week due to her getting injured whilst on her way away and black sapphire offering a spot! thats how she’s familliar with it)

[thecharactersthatnevermet]

(Directed towards Burrata Cookie)

A strange visitor was wandering around the desert plains when suddenly they spot Burrata Cookie. They slowly approach her and pop up next to her.

They seemed to be holding some sort of notepad and had a few flowers around their neck. This Cookie also had a pair of wings. Faerie wings.

“Ooo, hello there! I’ve never met anyone like you before! I’m sure Double Egg Cookie would find you interesting! Maybe I can take a few samples to show her! Oh right! My name is Hemlock Faerie Cookie.”

-@nobodyheregetspaidenough

Burrata Cookie was on the lookout. The sand rose with the wind and harshly blew against her in a hot breeze that she had grown accustomed to. Her khopesh was held tightly in her left hand, twisting it around out of boredom every once in a while. She was an easily bored person, yet her loyalty drowned out her…currently constant impatience. Yet, as she decided to roam around a bit, her ears picked up a sound - subtle, yet her years of training didn’t let it go unnoticed. Her grip on her weapon tightens and she fixes the veil tighter to remove the chance of it flowing with the wind and revealing her face. Yet, as she stands in a ready pose, she feels a cookie’s presence from behind. She quickly turns around and keeps the weapon up and threatening, narrowing her eyes at the newcomer. They…immediately start speaking in long and plain sentences, which causes her to frown. Most who stumble at that very entrance are either looking for a fight or looking for something that she’s sworn to hide or defend, which ultimately results in a fight. Nevertheless, Burrata Cookie had…never seen a cookie like this before. She frowns and doesn’t let her guard down, before speaking out in a loud and firm voice.

“State your business on these lands or prepare for a face-off. Wanderers are not accepted. I will not indulge in your…idle chatter. I let my blade do the talking.”

[thecharactersthatnevermet]

Sugar Orchid Cookie had to bite the inside of her cheek to stop her face from turning sour. Unmannered, unkind, uncivilized, so many “un”s. Her smile slips slightly in a moment of pure anger, but she quickly composes herself and sighs, rummaging through her basket as she looks for the medicinal herbs she had coincidentally bought. I suppose Fate has its plan. “Oh, I am not pitying you. Yet, you are injured, and I wish to help. Is it not the rational thing to do? …don’t worry, it won’t last long. Just…let me find the herbs you need to consume and a temporary cure for the pain.”

As Sugar Orchid Cookie’s hand brushes upon the vials she was searching for, she pauses at the other’s complaints. It wasn’t the complaint itself that caught her attention, yet the ones that were mentioned. Black Sapphire Cookie she knew, yet could the cookie’s “father” be…? Oh, well. She wasn’t going to jump to assumptions. Better go with the safe option first.

“Ah, Black Sapphire Cookie? He’s…in town? In…Crispia, in fact. That’s surprising. Considering you seem to know him…hm. Tell him hi from Sugar Orchid Cookie.” She says as she smiles kindly, energy regained as she extends the two vials. “Here. I can always buy some more. Don’t take it as pity, but maybe as…compensation for our collision.”

(sighhh mod’s going to sleep now so im gonna answer ur reblog tmrw bye :3!! )

(directed towards sugar orchid cookie!!)

(my oc Absolute Raindew Cookie is Shadow Milk Cookie's teenage daughter. She's quite... Pessimistic sometimes. Let's see Sugar Orchid cheer this young liar up!)

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Absolute Raindew Cookie roams. She doesn't know where she's going, she's just...roaming.

Her father, Shadow Milk Cookie, had disguised himself as one of his stupid personas and dragged Raindew and his minions to the Vanilla Kingdom. Probably wanted to mess with Pure Vanilla again...

Black Sapphire, Raindew's boyfriend, had been busy, and Candy Apple was doting over Shadow Milk's shapeshifting skills (the little brat). So, Raindew walked about waiting for them to get back in their own heads.

The area was crowded. She must've found herself in some sort of market because multiple cookies tried to make her review or eat or buy something. As she walked, she ran straight into another cookie, Sugar Orchid Cookie, and fell to the ground.

"Hey! Watch where you're going, imbecile!"

Raindew shouted. She tried to get up, but she couldn't.

Something had happened to her ankle...

Sugar Orchid Cookie hasn’t had the greatest of days. Sure, she would never admit that out loud, as she wouldn’t like to “burden” others, yet returning to the Vanilla Kingdom hadn’t been the…dreamy experience she’s been wishing for. Not to say she wasn’t happy about its rebuilding, as well as its current citizens…but it was bland. Cheerful and friendly, almost obnoxiously so. It could almost rival her facade. Nevertheless, she smiled at strangers and old acquaintances alike, helped around, and slowly fit back into society. Well, more or less - she had made quite a name for herself because of her deeds. Her totally honest and loving deeds. But she’d look back to her travels sometimes, to the friends she made, to the places she visited. The few times she’s doubted her own intentions, the few times she felt like travel was what truly fit her…along with those five.

And that kind of unnecessary, false doubt that seeped into her dough from time to time was best cleared by a walk! Fresh air, children playing, birds trilling. It was a particularly warm day, which is why she wore more frilly clothing and an elegant sunhat to match as she stepped carefully on the stones and towards the market. Inspecting fruit, buying a few things out of “pity” for the merchants who needed the money, and sitting by the fountain…it had been relaxing enough, until she decided to stand up and head back to make herself dinner. The crowd had gotten larger, and she was making her way through people politely, when another cookie bumps into her. Hard. Well, she’s gotten far too used to it because of a…certain someone…yet still winced slightly and looked down at the cookie. Sugar Orchid Cookie’s concern almost wavered completely at her snappy tone and rude words, before noticing the…injury the impact had caused. She sighs softly and puts on her best kind expression - considering how exasperated she was - as she crouches down and looked at the ankle.

“Ah, my apologies! No need for harsh words, yet you were walking on the wrong side of…well, walking directions. I’ll assume you’re not from here, yet…do you require assistance? It’s the least I can do.” Sugar Orchid Cookie gives her most convincing look of worry as she looks the cookie over. The attire, the blunt style, the…scent. All too familliar. Oh Witches.

(you probs dont know this for lore but with a couple other rp accounts, sugar orchid resided in the spire of deceit for a week due to her getting injured whilst on her way away and black sapphire offering a spot! thats how she’s familliar with it)

[thecharactersthatnevermet]

(directed towards sugar orchid cookie!!)

(my oc Absolute Raindew Cookie is Shadow Milk Cookie's teenage daughter. She's quite... Pessimistic sometimes. Let's see Sugar Orchid cheer this young liar up!)

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Absolute Raindew Cookie roams. She doesn't know where she's going, she's just...roaming.

Her father, Shadow Milk Cookie, had disguised himself as one of his stupid personas and dragged Raindew and his minions to the Vanilla Kingdom. Probably wanted to mess with Pure Vanilla again...

Black Sapphire, Raindew's boyfriend, had been busy, and Candy Apple was doting over Shadow Milk's shapeshifting skills (the little brat). So, Raindew walked about waiting for them to get back in their own heads.

The area was crowded. She must've found herself in some sort of market because multiple cookies tried to make her review or eat or buy something. As she walked, she ran straight into another cookie, Sugar Orchid Cookie, and fell to the ground.

"Hey! Watch where you're going, imbecile!"

Raindew shouted. She tried to get up, but she couldn't.

Something had happened to her ankle...

Sugar Orchid Cookie hasn’t had the greatest of days. Sure, she would never admit that out loud, as she wouldn’t like to “burden” others, yet returning to the Vanilla Kingdom hadn’t been the…dreamy experience she’s been wishing for. Not to say she wasn’t happy about its rebuilding, as well as its current citizens…but it was bland. Cheerful and friendly, almost obnoxiously so. It could almost rival her facade. Nevertheless, she smiled at strangers and old acquaintances alike, helped around, and slowly fit back into society. Well, more or less - she had made quite a name for herself because of her deeds. Her totally honest and loving deeds. But she’d look back to her travels sometimes, to the friends she made, to the places she visited. The few times she’s doubted her own intentions, the few times she felt like travel was what truly fit her…along with those five.

And that kind of unnecessary, false doubt that seeped into her dough from time to time was best cleared by a walk! Fresh air, children playing, birds trilling. It was a particularly warm day, which is why she wore more frilly clothing and an elegant sunhat to match as she stepped carefully on the stones and towards the market. Inspecting fruit, buying a few things out of “pity” for the merchants who needed the money, and sitting by the fountain…it had been relaxing enough, until she decided to stand up and head back to make herself dinner. The crowd had gotten larger, and she was making her way through people politely, when another cookie bumps into her. Hard. Well, she’s gotten far too used to it because of a…certain someone…yet still winced slightly and looked down at the cookie. Sugar Orchid Cookie’s concern almost wavered completely at her snappy tone and rude words, before noticing the…injury the impact had caused. She sighs softly and puts on her best kind expression - considering how exasperated she was - as she crouches down and looked at the ankle.

“Ah, my apologies! No need for harsh words, yet you were walking on the wrong side of…well, walking directions. I’ll assume you’re not from here, yet…do you require assistance? It’s the least I can do.” Sugar Orchid Cookie gives her most convincing look of worry as she looks the cookie over. The attire, the blunt style, the…scent. All too familliar. Oh Witches.

(you probs dont know this for lore but with a couple other rp accounts, sugar orchid resided in the spire of deceit for a week due to her getting injured whilst on her way away and black sapphire offering a spot! thats how she’s familliar with it)

[thecharactersthatnevermet]

Pink Peppercorn’s friendship attempts! (1)

Sugar Orchid Cookie.

Eek! Ah…ah, what a surprise, Pink Peppercorn Cookie. You sure are…stealthy.

You get along with people.

Right. Well, I suppose I do.

How do I do it?

…hm?

How can I get along with the rest? They are difficult to interact with.

I…would say be honest, to begin with. Try telling them things about themselves so that they know you’ve been paying attention and you’re good friend material!

I see.

˚⊱˗ˏˋ.☘︎ ݁˖ˎˊ˗⊰˚

Hyacinth Jasper Cookie.

Ah!!

You have a good enough voice. You are also not as annoying as the rest.

I…thank…thank you…?

Keep it up.

Ah…uh-huh….

˚⊱˗ˏˋ.☘︎ ݁˖ˎˊ˗⊰˚

Ermine Frosting Cookie.

Gah!! Ah…good day to you too, Pink Peppercorn Cookie. I’m afraid it’s the middle of my reading time.

You force false beliefs into your head and decide to remain silent when you can stop it all.

…what?

You are also incredibly enamored.

And you got this information from…where, exactly?

You sleep with a knife under your pillow.

Did you look under my pillow??

You never feel like you fit in anywhere.

What in the world— get out of my room!

˚⊱˗ˏˋ.☘︎ ݁˖ˎˊ˗⊰˚

Marble Fondant Cookie.

Hey.

You don’t look surprised.

Eh. I’m used to you appearing and dissapearing.

Hm. How’s your day been going?

…well enough. Why do you ask?

You know that your relationship will never work out. Why do you still yearn?

…what the fuck?

You felt like you deserved that exile, and that all of us judge you.

You’re kind of proving my feeling right.

You’ve never trusted anyone.

Neither have you. Shoo. I don’t need a cultist psychologist listing off my worst moments. Let me enjoy my sweets in peace.

˚⊱˗ˏˋ.☘︎ ݁˖ˎˊ˗⊰˚

Good afternoon, Burrata Cookie.

Piss off.

Why are you so adamant about pushing everyone who could ever care away?

You? Care? Don’t make me laugh. You will never even gain respect from me.

Nobody ever does, do they? You follow your queen blindly, and put your loyalties before everything else. It’s foolish.

Do you not do the same thing?

No. You don’t know me, and I don’t know you. Perhaps you need to reconsider your actions.

Perhaps you need to reconsider your words, before I lose my currently high level of self control!

˚⊱˗ˏˋ.☘︎ ݁˖ˎˊ˗⊰˚

…an eventful day, huh? I’ve heard many…opinions about your endeavor.

I did what you told me to.

Maybe…there was a misunderstanding? We could always try again.

There always is a misunderstanding with you. You hide everything behind misunderstood information.

Crumbs.

Teach me how to be friendly, Sugar Orchid Cookie.

Well…I’ll sure try.