Okay so idk if I ever posted this here and if I did ooops!!! But here’s the FULL gacha pull animation for Royal Milk Tea Cookie!
IGNORE THE SHIFT IN RATIO!! IGNORE IT!!!!
Thank u Royal Mike and YouTube for your ease of access at videos and clips to make this finally come together. It is not perfect but damn. I am satisfied. RMT gif solo below the cut
Waow isn’t he so elegant 😻 (<< me if I was clotted cream cookie)
PLEASE STOP KISSING !!! CLOTTED CREAM!!! ROYAL MILK TEA!!!!! STOP KISSING!!!!!!! someone please stop them from kissing literally every chance they get!!!!!!!
this sat unfinished in my ibis paint app for months btw :3 screenshot redraws are really fun but cookie anatomy is hard
merry late christmas!!!! and a happy holidays to everyone else :) hanukkah starts on the 25th? idk someone correct me.
here’s a little doodle of my favorite set of gay cookies ice skating on a rink late at night :) they’re deeply in love.
side note: i just read “coming home (but not to you)” and DEAR GOD???? jayvik lovers in the house PLEASE go read it. crazy inspiration for the creamtea dynamic ive written in the rewrite of my book.
BAM!!! I present to you: Mahogany Cookie and Wolfberry Cookie, two side characters in my phenomenal story, PRINCE OF THE REPUBLIC!!
If you read the book you’ll get to know their roles (and why wolfberry looks just like a certain consul) but summaries are: bartender in Choco Mud Town and Hollyberrian citizen.
I’ve got three more characters I wanna design. Names are: Cream Drop Cookie and Milk Choco Cookie. I’m most excited for cream drop :)
Oh trivia!! Mahogany’s tattoos are actually based on real sailor tattoos! I think he’d probably be a retired sailor (an injury maybe) and now runs a bar for sailors to crash and get a drink at
DoaHD | Entry 5: Breaking the Ice? More like Breaking the Glass
A/N: Oh god it has been like almost a year since I updated this fic... TvT;; I promise I am still working on it and plan to finish it, however I ran into some creative road blocks (omg like our protag :0) and have also made significant changes to the story's direction. I think after I post entries 6 and 7 (they're basically done I just need to edit them), I will probably take another year-long hiatus to re-outline the plot and write more chapters.
Thank you so much for you guys' patience and support, it means a lot to me and I promise to see this fic through to the end <3.
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**CW: descriptions of gore. there's no actual gore, I just used it in one part to describe strawberry tea cookie's anxiety. Also brief mention of/implied WildChip, tagging that just in case.
Strawberry Tea Cookie vividly remembered the first time she stepped foot into Hollyberry Palace, past the gilded arched doors that opened wide upon her arrival with the sound of a trumpet’s horn, transporting her into a world she had never seen before.
It was…
The young heiress’s rubine eyes sparkled with wonder, breath stolen by fresco frosted ceilings that were held up by massive pillars marbled with raspberry syrup. Paintings of Hollyberry Cookie danced through each stroke of carefully placed icing, waltzing to the baroque symphony’s tempo as she fought off the dragons that once dominated these lands.
Despite attending her grammar lessons not even an hour before, she couldn’t quite find the words to describe the way the natural window light gently touched the murals, passing its golden fingers through each scene, carefully appreciating the detail each piece had to offer. Its hands congregate around a painting with Her Majesty’s shield raised towards an endlessly blue sky, the heart-shaped jewel captivating the noble’s attention with its iridescent glaze.
It was…
“Strawberry Tea Cookie!” A high-pitched, cheery voice bellowed out. “You made it!”
The heiress was pulled from her hiding spot between her mother and father’s clothes, thrown into the tight embrace of a cookie around her age who wore a frilly, bubblegum pink gown that matched the color of her ringlet curls.
“…Happy Birthday, Princess Cookie.” Strawberry Tea Cookie muttered, still dazed from the sudden movement.
A nudge from behind. She turned to see her mother holding out a plush dragon with a pink ribbon tied around its neck. Her mother made a subtle motion to smile as she gently handed the gift to Strawberry Tea Cookie, who responded with an annoyed glare.
Regardless, she took the plush from her mother’s hand and held it out for Princess Cookie. “I made this for you…It’s not much, but I hope you like it...” A two day’s notice was nowhere near enough time to prepare a gift befitting for the crown princess.
A gasp.
“I LOVE it!”
Strawberry Tea Cookie was pulled into another, somehow much tighter, hug. A wave of relief washed over her as she returned the embrace, glad that the Princess found her work satisfactory.
Queen Jungleberry Cookie smiled at the pair before turning towards Strawberry Tea Cookie’s parents, expressing her gratitude for finding her rambunctious daughter a few days prior. The conversation quickly faded into the background, replaced by the orchestra and loud chatter as she was led deeper into the party.
The fruity hues of Strawberry Tea Cookie’s memories faded into reality’s whites and tans, leaving nothing but a residual melody that rang in her ears. Much unlike Hollyberry Palace, the celebration’s venue was devoid of colorful murals and vast gilded halls, humbling itself to a single reception where too many cookies were packed together. Its windowless, tiered walls encroached in, forcing her view up to the domed ceiling where a sugar crystal chandelier drowned everything in golden light that was a tad too bright.
They pass by two wafer staircases that curved along the round walls, each step lined with caramel-forged rails that twisted up to the next tier where it framed a distinct emblem: a crinkle-cut shortbread cookie with a calligraphy pen stuck through the middle, alongside what the designer assumed were three leaves of seaweed welded on top— although it didn’t quite fit the venue’s aesthetic. Well-decorated cookies traversed between the first and second tier, some resting in between to indulge in idle exchanges.
Strawberry Tea Cookie glanced over to Wildberry Cookie who, ever so diligent to his duties as retainer, kept to his Highness’s side. But while Hollyberry Cookie searched for her old friends— and perhaps the most strategic path towards the nearest juice table— the guard’s deep pink eyes flitted nervously across the dense crowd.
Ever so keen in her own observations, the designer knew he wasn’t just searching for threats to the Queen Mother. “Looking for a certain captain~?” She whispered teasingly, mischief threading itself between every word.
The retainer choked out a cough, his face flushed. “P-pardon?”
“It’s quite obvious that—”
“—I’m uncertain if he’s attending.” He cut her off with a louder voice.
“So you were looking for him~.” Strawberry Tea Cookie hummed victoriously. Wildberry Cookie refused to meet her gaze.
“Dark Cacao Cookie, there you are~!” Hollyberry Cookie joyously bellowed. “C’mere old friend!”
The designer flashed him a smug grin.
“King Dark Cacao Cookie may be here, but—”
“And you brought Crunchy Chip Cookie too!?” Her Majesty excitedly motioned for her guard to come, scooping the air up in wide, curved strokes. “Wildberry Cookie, c’mere, your friend’s waiting for you!”
“Hm, what are the chances,” Strawberry Tea Cookie gave Wildberry Cookie a playful shove towards the direction of Crunchy Chip Cookie. “Have fun with your friend~.”
The retainer shot her a flustered glare before turning to heed Hollyberry Cookie’s command, but she didn’t miss the way his burgundy cape trailed behind him like the tail of an eager cream wolf— how ironic.
A fond smile graced the designer’s lips as she watched Crunchy Chip Cookie’s face light up at Wildberry Cookie’s arrival. The latter’s expression mirrored that same delight, mixed with an unspoken longing that she could feel despite being out of earshot…
…And there she was, left alone in the center of an ever-changing party, like the axis of a stand mixer watching froths of créme costumes swirling around— stagnant despite the ever-changing environment.
Strawberry Tea Cookie grabbed a glass of juice from the tray of a passing server, her eyes meeting those of her uncertain reflection tainted in sparkling ichor. She watched the nervous bubbles rise up to the surface, popping into something so much more, prickling her dough ever so slightly like the rubbing static of pure cotton candy wool.
She glimpsed up at the endless crowd, ever-expanding in the finite space they occupied, eager to grab at her own tiny bubble. A tidal wave of frosted faces building above her, ready to crash down and—
—Pierce the fabric, loop the thread.
Solitude had always been her safe space.
Hiding away from the expectations of House Strawberry, she was able to create to her heart’s content. No social obligations, no need to tolerate her wicked aunt’s disparaging remarks, just left alone with her boundless imagination.
Even when forced to attend another ball, she was content with letting her colleagues mingle on her behalf.
But she doesn’t have that luxury now, does she.
Strawberry Tea Cookie swirled the delicate glass in her hand, counterbalancing the foamy storm threatening to burst through her stomach and spill across the floor for all the guests to see.
The image of her cousin walking down that flight of stairs replayed in her mind, his back turned away. While Strawberry Tea Cookie commanded respect as the heiress to House Strawberry and owner of a designer brand, he garnered it through charming the cookies of the court— despite his contradicting attitude towards her.
Influence via birthright can only go so far compared to influence with words.
And Strawberry Tea Cookie had a lot of catching up to do.
With a shaky sigh, she took a sip of the sparkling juice, grimacing as the cool liquid spread like hot cider down her throat, burning away the froth in her guts. Her mouth withered in the aftertaste.
But through the foggy haze of her glass she spotted a clearing: a few cookies lingering by a juice fountain exchanging pleasantries.
Perhaps…
The designer made quick strides towards the table. Her heels clicked against the glazed tiles, off-beat with the melodies dancing around her as she dodged passing cookies oblivious to their surroundings. It seemed so close yet so far away, constantly blocked off by branching crowds—
A shatter.
—Her dough was flung back, wind knocked out of her lungs as her line of sight was thrown in every other direction, spinning in her steps as her legs tangled with each other in an attempt to not make a fool of herself.
When she finally found her stance, she looked up to see another cookie in a similar position she was in, just as dazed and confused.
…And a broken glass of juice splattered across the floor.
Well, it seemed she had already made a fool of herself.
Strawberry Tea Cookie stood still, unable to take another breath as she watched the other cookie slowly recompose herself.
Whispers and judgemental glances from surrounding cookies filled her senses, crescendo-ing into overbearing static that only fueled the heat in her cheeks.
“I heard she was so difficult to deal with that Sir Blueberry Raisin Cookie dismissed her as his apprentice.”
“I’m not surprised, given how she acted with Lady Blueberry Cookie.”
“A cookie like her in charge will only destroy the prestigious reputation of House Strawberry.”
“No wonder why we believe you don’t care about us!”
“It’s like you want to continuously tarnish our reputation.”
Why is she like this?
“...Sorry.” The last of her breath fell out, an apology so quiet that even the wad of napkins a server dropped to clean the spill produced more sound.
The other cookie blinked. “Oh, it’s alright!” She flashed Strawberry Tea Cookie a reassuring smile before walking towards her. “I should have been more careful with where I was going, are you hurt?”
“I…” The designer’s head snapped up, meeting the taller cookie’s concerned gaze. She had friendly, flame pea eyes with golden pupils that seemed to glow, surrounded by frosted lashes set in brown sugar dough. Thick, swirly cream cheese bangs with streaks of pale reds almost obscured her eyes, if the giant hat she was wearing didn’t already do so.
The hat was a round, crinkled club cracker that was generously topped with glistening crab dip. Garnished on top were two sprigs of seaweed and a sliced green olive, tied to her head with a strip of black licorice. It must be utterly burdensome to wear all day, even a thin spread of dip could add the weight of a full juice barrel to one’s garment, yet she seemed to wear it like it was a pile of feathers instead.
Her eyes trailed down to what this cookie was wearing: a multi-layered, crème chiffon dress with a low-cut sweetheart neckline, covered by a vivid auburn-to-vermillion overskirt. The shawl-esque overlay fell off her shoulders, shaping itself into a mussel shell as it reached the floor before slightly curling back up to reveal its salmon underside. She wore a long seaweed belt with two pods dangling at the ends, cinched to her waist with a white shell clip.
“...Miss?”
“Ah–” Strawberry Tea Cookie was once again snapped out of her trance. “A-apologies, I-I’m fine…” She averted her gaze.
“Are you sure?” Her voice rang with a tenor pep, an almost romantic cadence that matched her very being. “You seem pretty shaken up.”
“...I suppose I wasn’t expecting to bump into another cookie and cause such a commotion.” The crowd seemed to have lost interest, yet she still felt their judgement burn through her clammy dough.
“A fair point, it’s a unique way to meet someone~.” The other cookie giggled, a noise so pure and non-malicious that it seemed to lift the heavy air around them, mellowing out into an airy afterglow that calmed the designer’s panic-fueled heart. “May I inquire about your name?”
“Strawberry Tea Cookie?” Wildberry Cookie called out, stance battle-ready while his face was plastered with worry. “Are you alright? I saw what happened.”
“...Yes, everything sorted itself out.” The strawberry noble said in an almost trance-like state, surprised at his appearance. Was the glass shattering that loud? “Regardless, thank you for your concern.”
Wildberry Cookie immediately relaxed at her reassurance. “If you need anything, you can always come to me.” He gave her one more glance before walking away.
“I suppose your name is Strawberry Tea Cookie, then?” The cookie beside her asked.
The designer nodded. “And you are?”
“Crab Dip Cookie.” she extended a hand out for Strawberry Tea Cookie to shake. “Why don’t we go get some refreshments together?”
.
.
.
The sugar glass fountain they arrived at consisted of three bowl-shaped tiers that got smaller as they stacked up. The top two had holes in the bottom that rained into the third tier, which had gold foiled spouts around the side that fed consistent streams into the basin below.
Crab Dip Cookie picked up a nearby glass, admiring its polished shine before placing it under one of the fountain’s spouts. Her dough seemed to glow even more against the champagne juice, overtaking the warm shadow casted by her hat against the chandelier above, as if she was holding the sunrise in her very hands.
Strawberry Tea Cookie watched with her own glass clutched to her chest, replaying what had just transpired not too long ago. The shock of being thrown back, the glass shattering against the sugar-polished floor, the weight of outsiders leering in. Yet she couldn’t feel the dread and embarrassment anymore, only anticipation as her new friend’s glass filled to the brim. “...I like your dress, it’s quite gorgeous.” It had been on her mind since she saw it.
“Why thank you!” Crab Dip Cookie adjusted the skirt with a full gloved hand, showing off more of its detail. “I made it myself– the hat aswell.”
Another designer?
“That’s impressive,” Strawberry Tea Cookie commended. “May I inquire about the hat’s construction.”
“Of course~.” She pulled the ribbon apart and took her hat off, revealing that the cracker had its center cut out. “I just frosted the tip of a waffle cone onto here,” she turned it over to show the outside. “Then piped some crab dip over it~.”
“It looks so natural.” Strawberry Tea Cookie’s eyes twinkled. “I also noticed that there’s an extra layer of waffle cone on one side, is it there to counterbalance the olive slice?”
“Yep~,” Crab Dip Cookie placed her hat back on. “Learned my lesson after first wearing this to a gala. Safe to say my entire left side was aching by the end of the day.”
“I suppose experience is the best lesson.” The Hollyberrian let out an amused chuckle. “Are you a fashion designer by any chance?” Her craft seemed quite professional, she must have had some sort of formal training.
“Yep~, proud owner of White Shell.” Crab Dip Cookie took a sip of her drink. “Although I’ve been on a break for a while now…” She left her lips on the glass, eyes washing with melancholy as her mind seemed to wander elsewhere.
“I am too…” Something shifted in the Hollyberrian designer as she whispered the confession, like the satisfactory click that comes with opening a bobbin cover. “I actually traveled to the Créme Republic to look for some inspiration for my next collection.”
Crab Dip Cookie’s eyes lit up once again. “By the Divines, I’m glad we met then!” She beamed, leaning closer to Strawberry Tea Cookie. “I would love to share designs some time, or show you around the Créme Republic. I know the most breathtaking spots around~.”
Working with another designer wouldn’t be a bad thing, she could learn a lot about the local fashion and culture with her guidance.
“I would like that.” Strawberry Tea Cookie rummaged through her dress pocket. “I can show you a few of my older sketches as well—”
Wait.
She dug into the other pocket.
Nothing.
Did she leave it at her apartment?
But she didn’t even remember putting it anywhere—
Oh.
—She left it on the airship, didn’t she.
The former heiress sighed. “It seems I have misplaced it.”
Perhaps she could go back to the ship dock in the morning. If they don’t have it… at least she already has patterns of the sketches she actually liked.
“That’s alright, there’s always next time.” Crab Dip Cookie reassured with a light chuckle, raising her glass towards the designer. “...To a new friendship~?”
Strawberry Tea Cookie held her breath, pausing for a second before reciprocating with her own empty glass, a small smile on her lips.
Perhaps tonight wasn’t so bad after all.
Before they could exchange any more words, the sharp clinks of a spoon tapping against a juice glass stole their attention. The music and chatter stopped, until nothing but thrumming silence remained.
The lights dimmed around them, until a single ray was focused on the second floor balcony, illuminating someone in an almost ethereal glow.
“Thank you all for attending tonight’s celebration,” Clotted Cream Cookie began. “It brings me much joy that all of you are just as excited as me to commemorate our dear Republic’s reconstruction.”
DoaHD | Entry 7: I Accidentally Insulted the Consul
A/N: Once again, I want to thank everybody for their patience as I got the next chapter out. I like, love this chapter so much so I might be doing additional sketches since I couldn't figure out which scene to draw for spot art. Thank you all for your support and I hope everybody has a happy holidays!
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Strawberry Tea Cookie found herself resting on a balcony back inside, staring off into the ceaseless night where she mapped her thoughts against the stars, creating twisted constellations in the shape of her dilemmas.
“Can you continue doing that for the rest of your life?”
Wildberry Cookie had a point— he always did. The sickness, the guilt and shame… They will all continue to pile up until it's all she felt. She wondered how Peach Jam Cookie did it: lying and backstabbing so easily. Her saccharine words were as light as cotton candy, yet just like the confection was only full of air. Did she feel any guilt stringing along her uncle? Better yet, can she feel guilt at all?
What an obvious question.
Yet as much as she despised her aunt, she had won the favor of her parents, perhaps she was doing something right…
“Taking a break?”
Next to her stood the Consul, composed with his hands behind his back as he faced her. The designer took in a deep breath, reeling back everything into a neat spool at the back of her mind. If there’s one thing she can do correctly tonight, it’s not leaving a bad impression on the leader of this nation. “I am. Are you as well, Consul?”
“As much as I love chatting with others, I also enjoy a bit of alone time.” Clotted Cream Cookie remarked.
“Oh.” Strawberry Tea Cookie immediately took a step back. “I shall dismiss myself, then.”
“W-wait–” The Consul reached out for the former heiress from his place, his movements surprisingly impulsive. He seemed to have realized, as he quickly rewinded himself into his original position. “I actually wanted to speak with you.”
She raised her eyebrow. “About what?”
“I noticed that you left our conversation from before quite quickly. I couldn’t help but feel that I may have offended you with my comment about Hollyberry Cookie’s juice intake, and subsequently made an assumption about your drinking habits.” Clotted Cream Cookie’s expression was serious, yet his voice wavered with an unfamiliar nervousness. “I would like to formally apologize to you, Lady Strawberry Tea Cookie, for making such an inappropriate and unprofessional statement towards you and Hollyberry Cookie.”
The designer couldn’t help but be stunned at how… elaborate his apology was. Yet it held a strange sense of vulnerability in it.
“There’s no need to apologize, I left because Crab Dip Cookie was waiting to talk to you,” her voice faltered slightly when mentioning her name. “It didn’t register to me that you were making a stereotype.”
“I didn’t notice either until later on.” Clotted Cream Cookie replied, his voice more relaxed now. “I will be more careful with what I say moving forward, but I truly wanted to ensure you were comfortable tonight.”
“Thank you, Consul.” The conversation fell into silence. There was an itch in the bottom of Strawberry Tea Cookie’s stomach that urged her to continue with another topic, as if each word unspoken would bring her closer to being expelled from the Crème Republic. She was not well-versed in conversation regarding politics and government— and the knowledge she does have is irrelevant given she is in a foreign country. Other icebreakers such as “where are you from” or “what is your occupation” were already answered, and she felt it would be rather strange to ask for elaboration out of the blue. She needed something casual and inoffensive, one that could revitalize the stale silence and buy her more time to think of another topic, a question that can be answered by any cookie regardless of the situation: “...How has the night been faring you so far?”
“I had a great time, it’s not often I get to attend gatherings like this with all the work I do.” Clotted Cream Cookie mused. “Although I can’t help but say that I’m glad it has quieted down a bit.”
A vast majority of cookies had left at this point, leaving a polite mess that some servants were beginning to clean. The music had all but lulled into a concluding melody led by a single pianist, and the lights had dimmed to a degree that no longer gave the designer a headache.
“Likewise.”
“How about you?” The Consul reflected. “How has the rest of the celebration been for you?”
“It was… good.” An overstatement, but he was the last cookie she wanted to dump her woes on.
“I saw you were walking with Elder Sablé Cookie earlier,” he continued. “It seemed that I didn’t need to introduce you two after all~.”
“She’s…” The designer paused for a moment, biting the side of her cheek as she searched for an appropriate word. “...pleasant, I enjoyed my exchange with her.” Another overstatement.
“Yes, her knowledge on art and culture is truly one-of-a-kind.” Clotted Cream Cookie remarked with a light chuckle. “House Sablé has had a major influence on the Crème Republic’s fashion culture since its inception, much like your house, I presume?”
“House Strawberry does influence popular art trends in the Hollyberry Kingdom, however fashion belongs to another house.”
“Ah, you must be quite the outlier then.” Clotted Cream Cookie chuckled, he leaned against the rail. “Pursuing fashion in a house of art.”
An outlier in more ways than one. Strawberry Tea Cookie remarked solemnly. “I consider fashion as the medium for my art.”
“I see, it seems they are often interwoven, then.” He hummed. “Forgive me, I’m not well-versed in this subject.”
“I don’t expect a cookie like you to be—“ Her jam stilled, freezing itself into spikes that pricked her from the inside. She slowly turned her head to face Clotted Cream Cookie’s equally shocked expression. “I—“
“Pardon?”
She might as well return to the Hollyberry Kingdom at this point.
A feverish heat bloomed in Strawberry Tea Cookie’s cheeks, followed by a pang of dread piercing her stomach. “F-forgive me, I did not intend for that to sound as disrespectful as it did.” She internally scrambled to form an explanation. “You didn’t seem too knowledgeable on— I meant—“ She let out a desperate sigh, the heat in her face jumbling her thoughts as if her brain had been thrown into a blender at the highest speed.
Laughter.
The Consul was laughing.
Great Ancients, have mercy on her soul.
“Apologies, your statement just caught me off guard,” Clotted Cream Cookie said as his giggles became more controllable. “I believe I understand what you’re trying to say: that you expected this wasn’t the subject of my expertise, yes?”
For the love of the Greenish-Red Dragon that still sounds like a terrible thing to say. Strawberry Tea Cookie nodded, refusing to make eye contact with the Consul. “I had no intention of insulting your intelligence…”
“I’m not offended at all.” He chuckled. “How about we call this conundrum even, then?”
“Please…”
“Although it wouldn’t hurt to learn more about the arts...” Clotted Cream Cookie pondered. “Has Elder Sablé Cookie mentioned her exhibition to you?”
“Yes, I believe so.”
“Perhaps I should attend.” He pondered. “The arts is such an important pillar of the Republic, after all~.”
“I’m certain you’ll learn a lot from it.” Slowly, albeit reluctantly, she began letting the spool unwind itself.
“Yes, I’m quite sure. It’s a shame I missed so many in the past.” The Consul lamented. “Luckily, I have some time in the morning before my meeting with Lady Crab Dip Cookie.”
Strawberry Tea Cookie perked up at the name.
“Your meeting with her is on the same day?” An idea sparked in her head at his confirmation. “Would you be willing to deliver a message on my behalf if I met you at the exhibition?”
“Oh, of course.” He smiled. “What for? If you don’t mind me asking.”
“Ah…” The designer paused, trailing off as she thought of the best way to explain this without revealing how terrible she was. “I was separated from Crab Dip Cookie before we could exchange contact information, I quite enjoyed our time together and would like to speak with her more.”
The Consul chuckled, a slightly confused look on his face. “I would be glad to, but the post office is always available to deliver it directly to House Crab.”
“It’s… Urgent.”
“My, Lady Crab Dip Cookie must have made quite the impression on you~.” Clotted Cream Cookie mused. “I’m a bit curious about what piqued your interest in her.”
“Well…” Crumbs she shouldn’t have said anything. “...I only intend to stay in the Crème Republic for a few months, I assume her schedule is quite busy so I would like to establish a connection as soon as possible.”
“Of course, I should have considered that.” He smiled. “How about we meet at Elder Sablé Cookie’s art exhibit at its opening and I will pass your message along to Lady Crab Dip Cookie.”
“That sounds like a plan,” Strawberry Tea Cookie gave a curtsy. “Thank you.”
“Consul.” They both turned to see the retainer standing at the balcony entrance, posture straight with a hand resting on her sword, formality and discipline like flour in her dough. “I apologize for interrupting the conversation but Elder Custard Cookie has requested for your departure back to Manor Custard.”
“I understand, thank you Financier Cookie.” He turned back to face Strawberry Tea Cookie. “This is where I unfortunately have to depart, have a wonderful—” Clotted Cream Cookie’s eyes lit up, realizing he forgot something. He reached behind his cloak, fishing for something in his pocket. “I have been meaning to return this to you this entire night, yet it seems I kept getting sidetracked.” In his hand was a familiar looking sketchbook with House Strawberry’s crest embedded into the burgundy velvet. “A crew member found this in the cabinet when they were cleaning out the airship, I believe it’s yours?”
“It… is.” Strawberry Tea Cookie slowly took hold of it. “I didn’t think I would see it again.”
“Well I’m glad we found it,” the Consul smiled. “It would have been a shame if those sketches were lost. That being said, I hope you don’t mind that I skimmed through it.”
Something within the designer skipped a beat, a satisfying tug like she had freed a huge tangle of thread stuck in the bobbin holder.
“...It’s okay,” she reassured. “Thank you for returning this for me.”
“It’s my pleasure~,” he joined Financier Cookie’s side. “Have a wonderful night, Lady Strawberry Tea Cookie.”
“You as well, Consul.”
“Honorifics are unnecessary, you may call me Clotted Cream Cookie.” With that, he departed, trailed by Financier Cookie who echoed the same goodbye to the designer.
Strawberry Tea Cookie stood in her spot, watching as they walked away. She kept staring into that space, before peering down at the sketchbook that had been returned to her.
“It would have been a shame if those sketches were to be lost.”
She opened it, slowly flipping through each scrapped design. Yet instead of overwhelming frustration, her eyes locked onto portions she did find satisfactory, archiving themselves into her mind where they were pieced together into something new— improved. A sudden surge of energy swelled within the designer, similar to that upon landing in the Crème Republic.
She had a long night ahead of her. But this one, she was looking forward to.
Will be edited later. Please look at him. Please I beg of you 🙏
Might steal oyster cookie’s intro bc he’s her son canonically. Might animate my own. All of this counts on me figuring out HOW to animate past this point.
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