Snowbelle and Frosty

Quick ps: mun is under 16, please bear that in mind. Hi! This is an attempt at a cookie roleplay/ask blog but I hope you stay for a little longer. Note: Snowbelle is just a name. I'm not referring to the flower I just liked the sound of it XD

[worldwright]

youtube with ublock origin experience of the 20 second gap between every video on a playlist where youtube desperately throws itself against the impervious ever-evolving uncaring face of the adblocker's wall screaming and clawing and calling PLEASE! PLEASE, OUR AD REVENUE!! DON'T YOU WANT TO SUPPORT THIS CREATOR? DO YOU NOT CARE ABOUT OUR WALLETS? AND THEIRS? into the vast and empty sky before the adblocker gently raises one of its many iron-banded arms and flicks youtube away into the void just to hear its wails fade slowly into nothing

[melonisopod]

It's funny when I get the "You seem to be experiencing interruptions. Find out why" popup as if two unskippable 30-second ads wouldn't feel way more intrusive and annoying than a slight delay for a video to start.

[zephyrine-gale]

hikaru fish tin and reflective pin!

[heaven011]

[rococo-the-clown]

Can't quite cope with how much this looks like me and my dad

[rococo-the-clown]

It begins

[rococo-the-clown]

Photo credit to the exceeding bemused sound technician we bribed with two cans of Carlsberg to permit us access to his gazebo.

[mymodernmet]

Sultan the Pit Pony is a 200-meter-long, raised-earth sculpture made of 60,000 tonnes of coal shale in Caerphilly, South Wales. Designed by Welsh artist Mick Petts, the colossal work of art is known as the largest figurative earth sculpture in the United Kingdom.

[hurricane-bady]

Sleep Apnea

[transdaniil]

Pathologic 3 - The Town In The Rain

[transdaniil]

Pathologic 3 - The Town In The Rain

[billyshamsartblog]

This post gave me a wonderfully stupid idea. Take a look

[ruinedchildhood]

[stardynamite]

THE WAY SHE POSED AFTERWARDS HFKFBDK

[stardynamite]

My artistic rendition:

[calmdownsstuff-blog]

Snowbelle cookie

Beautiful charakter design gurl X3 @cttrajan1206

Ok but when was the last time i drew a dark skinned charakter & a hijab???

[archer-of-wind]

Reblog for a starter from one of my cookies.

[muffins-memes-blog]

((o3o))

[yourlocaltoad]

Raffle prize for @cttrajan1206 !

this was super fun to draw 

[ask-snowbelle-cookie]

LOOKIE!!

[rosy-champagne]

🌋 Burnt and Snowbelle? Just curious

“They sure do trust way too quickly. But I can’t tell if that’s good for me or bad for them…”

@ask-snowbelle-cookie

[rosy-champagne]

X. Muse A Burnt Muse B Snowbellecookie? @ask-snowbelle-cookie if i did it right

ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴍᴜsᴇs ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ sᴛᴜᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ᴇʟᴇᴠᴀᴛᴏʀ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ

@ask-snowbelle-cookie

Burnt Cookie never particularly enjoyed taking the elevatorin the apartment complex.

It was old, rickety, and not very well taken care of. However,with someone new moving in to one of the apartments, and their furniture being fartoo big, they (and a whole moving crew) were taking up the entire staircase.Burnt was forced to go up to his shared apartment in the elevator. He took astep into the small metal box, instinctively hitting the floor button withoutlooking and leaned up against the back wall as the door slid close. Just beforethe elevator could move, the door opened again, and in walked a cookie he hadnever seen before.

His eyes followed them carefully as they chose the floor theywanted, and he even took a step to the right to allocate them some comfortabledistance from himself.

Finally, the elevator shuddered, and the wheels pulling itup squealed quietly. Burnt kept his eyes down, his mouth shut, and his armscrossed. It was always an odd feeling, being caught in an elevator along with astranger. Awkward, almost. He raised his brows to himself. Maybe he’ll ask Rosyif they knew this cookie he’s never seen before.

With a groan, the elevator slowed to a stop, and the doordid not open. Flicking his attention to the screen next to the door, it wasclear it was neither of their floors.

There was a long silence before either of them moved, frozenin place.

Burnt shifted, and once again pressed the button to hisfloor.

When nothing happened, his shoulders dropped.

“Aw, crumbs.”

[ask-snowbelle-cookie]

Snowbelle had been patiently waiting for her floor and blinked when the elevator stopped. It wasn’t at either of their floors and the doors didn’t open either…

She watched the other cookie, slightly confused as to what happened, and shifted to do the same to her own floor. It was clear that the elevator was stuck.

“Oh no…” She could feel panic rising inside her and looked for the alarm button. Searching the pad, she found the bell but realised she didn’t know how to use it.

“Ah- uhm excuse me,” turning to the other cookie, Snowbelle asked, “do you know how to use the button? The one to call for help.” She pointed to the bell nervously.

[rosy-champagne]

@ask-snowbelle-cookie

Burnt’s eyes snapped to meet the other’s eyes, his brows furrowing.

He didn’t expect the other to address him so directly, and certainly not with such comfort and trust. Though he figured that under times of stress like this, any cookie would. Clearing his throat, he looked back to the buttons on the panel. Pointing at the bell, he begins to explain slowly, in a way he hoped was easy to understand.

“The button with the bell sets off an alarm, letting the people on the outside know that the elevator is stuck, and the button with the telephone handset is a call button, down to the office. To tell whoever’s on the other end where our elevator has stopped. Okay?”

He glanced towards the other cookie, raising his eyebrows towards her.

He thought, anyway. But he’d never admit he may be wrong, especially when this other cookie seemed to be already panicking. When the other cookie made no attempts to take a step forward, Burnt swallowed a breath he was holding, and pressed the bell.

The alarm was short, quick, and loud. Sounded like a stereotypical school bell, but with a slight buzz.

With a quiet airy laugh, he said,

“You know, I don’t know what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t. That?”

[ask-snowbelle-cookie]

Snowbelle nodded at his explanation, still confused on what to do. She let Burnt press the button, blinking at the sudden noise, and looked back at him. Giggling at his comment, she shook her head.

“That’s not what I expected either!” Tapping her foot, she thought aloud.

“Y'know I wonder how long it’ll take for them to get to us… It might be long…” Frowning slightly at the situation, she glanced at Burnt and smiled again, holding out a hand.

“If they do take long, we might as well get to know each other! My name is Snowbelle cookie, what’s yours?”

[rosy-champagne]

@ask-snowbelle-cookie​

His brows shot up and his gaze snapped between Snowbelle’s face and her hand.

Clearing his throat slightly, he reaches his right hand up to his left shoulder, rubbing his palm against his shirt sleeve. When he pulls it away, there’s a slight smearing of charcoal left on his sleeve. He silently hopes that was all that was on his hand as he takes hers and shakes it once.

His grip is firm, and he maintains eye contact, despite his slightly confused expression.

“Um. My name is Burnt Cookie. It’s nice to meet you.”

He pulls away, looks once more to the buttons on the panel, before stepping away and pressing his back to one of the elevator walls. He slides to the floor with a soft whump, and he glances up to her expectantly.

“So, do you live here, or are you just visiting?”

[ask-snowbelle-cookie]

"Nice to meet you too!"

As they retracted their hands, Snowbelle stared at the charcoal left smeared on her hand. 'Ooh! What's this?' Tracing her palm with a finger, she smeared it all over her hand, amused. Rubbing her hands together, she ended up getting rid of it, though a faint mark was still left.

Glancing up from her hands, she noticed Burnt sitting down and wondered if she should do the same. After a couple moments of staring at the floor, she decided to sit as well and sank into a cross legged position on the floor. Cheerily, she answered Burnt's question.

"I'm visiting an old friend I haven't seen in a while! Though," she faltered, frowning a little, "I hope she doesn't get worried by my tardiness. Guess I have to hope help comes soon enough that I'm not late!" She smiled optimistically and returned the question.

"And you? Do you live here or are you visiting as well?"

[sugar-crunch-blog1]

“Hey!!! Can you guys reblog this and promo us? I wanna make more friends!!!”

(( Could you like or reblog this if you’d like to RP with a cookie run OC ask/RP multimuse? ))

[rosy-champagne]

X. Muse A Burnt Muse B Snowbellecookie? @ask-snowbelle-cookie if i did it right

ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴍᴜsᴇs ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ sᴛᴜᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ᴇʟᴇᴠᴀᴛᴏʀ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ

@ask-snowbelle-cookie

Burnt Cookie never particularly enjoyed taking the elevatorin the apartment complex.

It was old, rickety, and not very well taken care of. However,with someone new moving in to one of the apartments, and their furniture being fartoo big, they (and a whole moving crew) were taking up the entire staircase.Burnt was forced to go up to his shared apartment in the elevator. He took astep into the small metal box, instinctively hitting the floor button withoutlooking and leaned up against the back wall as the door slid close. Just beforethe elevator could move, the door opened again, and in walked a cookie he hadnever seen before.

His eyes followed them carefully as they chose the floor theywanted, and he even took a step to the right to allocate them some comfortabledistance from himself.

Finally, the elevator shuddered, and the wheels pulling itup squealed quietly. Burnt kept his eyes down, his mouth shut, and his armscrossed. It was always an odd feeling, being caught in an elevator along with astranger. Awkward, almost. He raised his brows to himself. Maybe he’ll ask Rosyif they knew this cookie he’s never seen before.

With a groan, the elevator slowed to a stop, and the doordid not open. Flicking his attention to the screen next to the door, it wasclear it was neither of their floors.

There was a long silence before either of them moved, frozenin place.

Burnt shifted, and once again pressed the button to hisfloor.

When nothing happened, his shoulders dropped.

“Aw, crumbs.”

[ask-snowbelle-cookie]

Snowbelle had been patiently waiting for her floor and blinked when the elevator stopped. It wasn’t at either of their floors and the doors didn’t open either…

She watched the other cookie, slightly confused as to what happened, and shifted to do the same to her own floor. It was clear that the elevator was stuck.

“Oh no…” She could feel panic rising inside her and looked for the alarm button. Searching the pad, she found the bell but realised she didn’t know how to use it.

“Ah- uhm excuse me,” turning to the other cookie, Snowbelle asked, “do you know how to use the button? The one to call for help.” She pointed to the bell nervously.

[rosy-champagne]

@ask-snowbelle-cookie

Burnt’s eyes snapped to meet the other’s eyes, his brows furrowing.

He didn’t expect the other to address him so directly, and certainly not with such comfort and trust. Though he figured that under times of stress like this, any cookie would. Clearing his throat, he looked back to the buttons on the panel. Pointing at the bell, he begins to explain slowly, in a way he hoped was easy to understand.

“The button with the bell sets off an alarm, letting the people on the outside know that the elevator is stuck, and the button with the telephone handset is a call button, down to the office. To tell whoever’s on the other end where our elevator has stopped. Okay?”

He glanced towards the other cookie, raising his eyebrows towards her.

He thought, anyway. But he’d never admit he may be wrong, especially when this other cookie seemed to be already panicking. When the other cookie made no attempts to take a step forward, Burnt swallowed a breath he was holding, and pressed the bell.

The alarm was short, quick, and loud. Sounded like a stereotypical school bell, but with a slight buzz.

With a quiet airy laugh, he said,

“You know, I don’t know what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t. That?”

[ask-snowbelle-cookie]

Snowbelle nodded at his explanation, still confused on what to do. She let Burnt press the button, blinking at the sudden noise, and looked back at him. Giggling at his comment, she shook her head.

"That's not what I expected either!" Tapping her foot, she thought aloud.

"Y'know I wonder how long it'll take for them to get to us... It might be long..." Frowning slightly at the situation, she glanced at Burnt and smiled again, holding out a hand.

"If they do take long, we might as well get to know each other! My name is Snowbelle cookie, what's yours?"

[rosy-champagne]

X. Muse A Burnt Muse B Snowbellecookie? @ask-snowbelle-cookie if i did it right

ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴍᴜsᴇs ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ sᴛᴜᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ᴇʟᴇᴠᴀᴛᴏʀ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ

@ask-snowbelle-cookie

Burnt Cookie never particularly enjoyed taking the elevatorin the apartment complex.

It was old, rickety, and not very well taken care of. However,with someone new moving in to one of the apartments, and their furniture being fartoo big, they (and a whole moving crew) were taking up the entire staircase.Burnt was forced to go up to his shared apartment in the elevator. He took astep into the small metal box, instinctively hitting the floor button withoutlooking and leaned up against the back wall as the door slid close. Just beforethe elevator could move, the door opened again, and in walked a cookie he hadnever seen before.

His eyes followed them carefully as they chose the floor theywanted, and he even took a step to the right to allocate them some comfortabledistance from himself.

Finally, the elevator shuddered, and the wheels pulling itup squealed quietly. Burnt kept his eyes down, his mouth shut, and his armscrossed. It was always an odd feeling, being caught in an elevator along with astranger. Awkward, almost. He raised his brows to himself. Maybe he’ll ask Rosyif they knew this cookie he’s never seen before.

With a groan, the elevator slowed to a stop, and the doordid not open. Flicking his attention to the screen next to the door, it wasclear it was neither of their floors.

There was a long silence before either of them moved, frozenin place.

Burnt shifted, and once again pressed the button to hisfloor.

When nothing happened, his shoulders dropped.

“Aw, crumbs.”

[ask-snowbelle-cookie]

Snowbelle had been patiently waiting for her floor and blinked when the elevator stopped. It wasn't at either of their floors and the doors didn't open either...

She watched the other cookie, slightly confused as to what happened, and shifted to do the same to her own floor. It was clear that the elevator was stuck.

"Oh no..." She could feel panic rising inside her and looked for the alarm button. Searching the pad, she found the bell but realised she didn't know how to use it.

"Ah- uhm excuse me," turning to the other cookie, Snowbelle asked, "do you know how to use the button? The one to call for help." She pointed to the bell nervously.