just a bucket of cookie-shaped fish

We are the CoDlings, please feed us! (A Cookies of Darkness RP Blog)

[evil-codlings]

Blog Intro >>

"Why are we doing this, again?" *Fun and profit.*

Askbox: OPEN!

This is a multi-muse RP blog starring the Cookies of Darkness! Or, as they have decided to refer to themselves, the "codlings."

Matcha and Relvet run the blog, but Lico and Roll will make appearances if you ask for them. Please specify who you are asking when you send an ask!

Matcha Cookie uses she/her pronouns. She *signs like this.* Red Velvet Cookie uses he/him pronouns. He "speaks like this." Butter Roll Cookie uses he/him pronouns. He "speaks like this." Licorice Cookie uses he/they pronouns. They "speak like this." The twins (Chess Choco Cookie) use she/they and he/they pronouns. They "speak like this.// and \\speak like this."

I [mod] use all pronouns, but I might list a preference.

Other blogs: @a-lilyinthevalley - Lily (& DE) RP blog; VERY RELEVANT to this one. @milkstar-galaxies - Milky Way RP blog :3 @cookies-and-stars - Multimuse CRRP blog with no rhyme or reason. @flebdoodle - Main blog!! Art 'n stuff here.

--Tags-- #teabags - posts starring Matcha #velvetbarks - posts starring Relvet #doughbun - posts starring Broll #swirlycurls - posts starring Lico #chessmess - posts starring Chess Choco #fishbucket - posts starring two or more cods! #fishbloops - in character, non-canon posts #fishingpole - answering asks #loafcrumbs - ooc mod things

Heh, get it? Because- because Cookies of Darkness is CoD... and cod is a type of fish......

Enjoy your stay!

[evil-codlings]

How's the owl, bread roll? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[evil-codlings]

How's the festival, bread roll?

[slothtowardsparadise]

Round Four: Butter Roll vs Ginger Ale

The fourth round… now this is where it will be more interesting. The emotion sensing thing was very, very helpful to know the dynamic between the next two fighters, and on top of hearing that conversation? Yeah this will be more fun.

“Alright! This round will have the same rules, however! There’s an extra win condition! Whoever kisses the first will win the round! I’m sensing some potential love in the air tonight!” The angel announced, then started to watch the two fighters very closely…

“Round starts NOW!!”

@fount-of-denial @evil-codlings

[cookies-and-stars]

General uproar from the stands followed Eternal Sugar's rules. Which... was rather fair, in Nutmeg Tiger's opinion.

Hell, if any of her spars to attempt and win Love and War had a rule so absurd, she might've been tempted to forfeit the match entirely. Then again, the felitaur hadn't exactly known that love at first sight was a real thing that occurred when she was competing, but still.

[evil-codlings]

The issue is, I wouldn't really mind. I'm more concerned about... the bird's reaction.

He didn't want to overstep. He really didn't. He wasn't exactly lying when he made his observations about Ginger Ale's cuteness earlier. He was small, and soft-looking, and just generally very friend-shaped!! Getting to know people took time! It's not like he could just kiss him right off the bat!

Well. He could. But he really, really shouldn't.

[fount-of-denial]

Fount is... still standing where he'd been when Sugar had stated her rules. He looks almost frozen in place, eyes wide and face fully flushed, feathers and fluff very much so puffed up! It... would not take much to win this fight, by the looks of things, since he seems to be staring at nothing now.

[evil-codlings]

Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn.

"Well! It still has the same rules, so!! Hit me with your best shot, Ginger Ale! We can do a test of endurance instead! If you want! ImeanI'mopentoanything--"

Ginger Ale was not moving. Butter Roll had such an easy shot at this. He could probably just. Nudge the owl and get him to fall over. Carry him outside the ring. Endless possibilities, really.

[fount-of-denial]

The mouwl is still not moving. At least he's blinking, but that's about it... his colors seem noticeably bluer than they were before...

[evil-codlings]

"Who am I kidding," the scientist muttered as he mustered his courage, "Of course this is fun for you."

It's why she made the rule. You have a decision to make, Butter Roll, and you have to make it fast.

So, of course, he chose the easiest option and ran forward to the rapidly-blueifying Ginger Ale... and picked him up, bridal-style.

Butter Roll stuck out his tongue at the angel behind him as he set Ginger Ale out-of-bounds.

"There," he called, "I win, right?"

He could hear murmurs in the crowd, but couldn't discern what they were talking about. Perhaps Ginger Ale actually being blue instead of purple? Maybe he turned blue when embarrassed?

...For the most part, though, he looked the same to Butter Roll. Just different colors, and slightly similar to the Beast of Deceit that he had managed to catch a few glimpses of.

[fount-of-denial]

Fount seems to have fluffed up more in the time during which he was carried. And he's finally moved! To... cover his face with his wings. Very flustered little winged rodent...

[evil-codlings]

Butter Roll crouched down next to the owl with a slight frown, "Are you alright? Do you want some water? I don't actually... have... any... but I can find some!"

He took off a glove with his teeth, placing the back of his hand against what little of the blue cookie's head he could access.

"Well, you're not sick. Are you aware that you are blue?"

[fount-of-denial]

Fount pulls his wings closer to his body and mumbles "I... she... you... aaaaaa..."

It doesn't seem like he can speak coherently again yet...

[evil-codlings]

"Mhm, yup. I understand the words you are saying. I'm going to take that as a maybe on the blue thing."

The scientist stood back up to his full height, shooting everyone else in the sand pit with them a dirty look as he grasped the owl's arm with a, "C'mon, birdie, look alive. Question round's up next."

He could see movement in the stands. Squinting, he looked up. A guy in a marshmallow fox mask and a... tiger..? wearing a veil had stood up. Fox mask was addressing the cookies around him, and tiger was making her way to where Kesar Milk was standing.

As Butter Roll watched, she leaned over the railing and lifted her veil to say something to the bull, who nodded after a few moments. Huh. Wonder what that's about. Is it related to...

He looked down at the cookie still slung on his arm. Very blue. Hm. Maybe I should put him down.

The scientist set Ginger Ale back on the sand, but stayed close. He was still trembling, okay?! He didn't want the owl to fall over!! Again!

"Do you... know a guy in a marshmallow fox mask or a tiger cookie wearing a veil? They're settling the crowd for you, I think."

[fount-of-denial]

Fount blinks a few times... then manages a small nod. He seems to be starting to calm back down, finally, and mumbles "Y... yeah...", though it doesn't seem like he's any less blue yet

[evil-codlings]

He really does look like a Beast of Deceit. A variant? I can't imagine he'd dress like that if given the choice unless something was different about him...

"Should I... keep calling you Ginger Ale?" he asked as they meandered over to the benches where Timekeeper and Ginger Molasses were half-sitting, half-standing.

Molasses, for its part, had its head in its hands, freckles stark against the rest of it as it groaned something unintelligible. Damn.

"I'm assuming you had reasons for your disguise, but... wouldn't wearing a mask be easier? There's... many options, birdie," Butter Roll said.

Owl delivered, he sat back on the bench and reached for the canteen that a spice had so generously provided him with. It was still too hot for any of this. He wasn't even getting paid to deal with this. Unless you counted the samples.

...Butter Roll was not counting the samples.

[fount-of-denial]

"It... works. For tonight. Only tonight...," it almost sounds like he's trying to convince himself more than answer honestly. "Spice advised me to... w-when he invited me..." Ah. So that's why the color shift. "So I wouldn't.... my identity wouldn't be... mixed up..." He must not be a Beast, specifically, but he clearly can be mistaken for one... the Beast of Destruction was worried about that, it seems. Which led the owl to be, as well.

[evil-codlings]

"Hmm. Well, it looks like it's being taken care of, either way," Butter Roll said, gesturing at the crowds. Whatever game of telephone the marshmallow fox mask had started, it had spread to most of the crowd, so they had returned to talking amongst themselves about pairings.

He smiled and waved whenever he heard his name called out, which earned him a few cheers.

The scientist nudged Ginger Ale, "I wouldn't worry about it too much. If the Beast of Destruction himself invited you, you'll be fine."

[slothtowardsparadise]

Round Four: Butter Roll vs Ginger Ale

The fourth round… now this is where it will be more interesting. The emotion sensing thing was very, very helpful to know the dynamic between the next two fighters, and on top of hearing that conversation? Yeah this will be more fun.

“Alright! This round will have the same rules, however! There’s an extra win condition! Whoever kisses the first will win the round! I’m sensing some potential love in the air tonight!” The angel announced, then started to watch the two fighters very closely…

“Round starts NOW!!”

@fount-of-denial @evil-codlings

[cookies-and-stars]

General uproar from the stands followed Eternal Sugar's rules. Which... was rather fair, in Nutmeg Tiger's opinion.

Hell, if any of her spars to attempt and win Love and War had a rule so absurd, she might've been tempted to forfeit the match entirely. Then again, the felitaur hadn't exactly known that love at first sight was a real thing that occurred when she was competing, but still.

[evil-codlings]

The issue is, I wouldn't really mind. I'm more concerned about... the bird's reaction.

He didn't want to overstep. He really didn't. He wasn't exactly lying when he made his observations about Ginger Ale's cuteness earlier. He was small, and soft-looking, and just generally very friend-shaped!! Getting to know people took time! It's not like he could just kiss him right off the bat!

Well. He could. But he really, really shouldn't.

[fount-of-denial]

Fount is... still standing where he'd been when Sugar had stated her rules. He looks almost frozen in place, eyes wide and face fully flushed, feathers and fluff very much so puffed up! It... would not take much to win this fight, by the looks of things, since he seems to be staring at nothing now.

[evil-codlings]

Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn.

"Well! It still has the same rules, so!! Hit me with your best shot, Ginger Ale! We can do a test of endurance instead! If you want! ImeanI'mopentoanything--"

Ginger Ale was not moving. Butter Roll had such an easy shot at this. He could probably just. Nudge the owl and get him to fall over. Carry him outside the ring. Endless possibilities, really.

[fount-of-denial]

The mouwl is still not moving. At least he's blinking, but that's about it... his colors seem noticeably bluer than they were before...

[evil-codlings]

"Who am I kidding," the scientist muttered as he mustered his courage, "Of course this is fun for you."

It's why she made the rule. You have a decision to make, Butter Roll, and you have to make it fast.

So, of course, he chose the easiest option and ran forward to the rapidly-blueifying Ginger Ale... and picked him up, bridal-style.

Butter Roll stuck out his tongue at the angel behind him as he set Ginger Ale out-of-bounds.

"There," he called, "I win, right?"

He could hear murmurs in the crowd, but couldn't discern what they were talking about. Perhaps Ginger Ale actually being blue instead of purple? Maybe he turned blue when embarrassed?

...For the most part, though, he looked the same to Butter Roll. Just different colors, and slightly similar to the Beast of Deceit that he had managed to catch a few glimpses of.

[fount-of-denial]

Fount seems to have fluffed up more in the time during which he was carried. And he's finally moved! To... cover his face with his wings. Very flustered little winged rodent...

[evil-codlings]

Butter Roll crouched down next to the owl with a slight frown, "Are you alright? Do you want some water? I don't actually... have... any... but I can find some!"

He took off a glove with his teeth, placing the back of his hand against what little of the blue cookie's head he could access.

"Well, you're not sick. Are you aware that you are blue?"

[fount-of-denial]

Fount pulls his wings closer to his body and mumbles "I... she... you... aaaaaa..."

It doesn't seem like he can speak coherently again yet...

[evil-codlings]

"Mhm, yup. I understand the words you are saying. I'm going to take that as a maybe on the blue thing."

The scientist stood back up to his full height, shooting everyone else in the sand pit with them a dirty look as he grasped the owl's arm with a, "C'mon, birdie, look alive. Question round's up next."

He could see movement in the stands. Squinting, he looked up. A guy in a marshmallow fox mask and a... tiger..? wearing a veil had stood up. Fox mask was addressing the cookies around him, and tiger was making her way to where Kesar Milk was standing.

As Butter Roll watched, she leaned over the railing and lifted her veil to say something to the bull, who nodded after a few moments. Huh. Wonder what that's about. Is it related to...

He looked down at the cookie still slung on his arm. Very blue. Hm. Maybe I should put him down.

The scientist set Ginger Ale back on the sand, but stayed close. He was still trembling, okay?! He didn't want the owl to fall over!! Again!

"Do you... know a guy in a marshmallow fox mask or a tiger cookie wearing a veil? They're settling the crowd for you, I think."

[fount-of-denial]

Fount blinks a few times... then manages a small nod. He seems to be starting to calm back down, finally, and mumbles "Y... yeah...", though it doesn't seem like he's any less blue yet

[evil-codlings]

He really does look like a Beast of Deceit. A variant? I can't imagine he'd dress like that if given the choice unless something was different about him...

"Should I... keep calling you Ginger Ale?" he asked as they meandered over to the benches where Timekeeper and Ginger Molasses were half-sitting, half-standing.

Molasses, for its part, had its head in its hands, freckles stark against the rest of it as it groaned something unintelligible. Damn.

"I'm assuming you had reasons for your disguise, but... wouldn't wearing a mask be easier? There's... many options, birdie," Butter Roll said.

Owl delivered, he sat back on the bench and reached for the canteen that a spice had so generously provided him with. It was still too hot for any of this. He wasn't even getting paid to deal with this. Unless you counted the samples.

...Butter Roll was not counting the samples.

[slothtowardsparadise]

Round Four: Butter Roll vs Ginger Ale

The fourth round… now this is where it will be more interesting. The emotion sensing thing was very, very helpful to know the dynamic between the next two fighters, and on top of hearing that conversation? Yeah this will be more fun.

“Alright! This round will have the same rules, however! There’s an extra win condition! Whoever kisses the first will win the round! I’m sensing some potential love in the air tonight!” The angel announced, then started to watch the two fighters very closely…

“Round starts NOW!!”

@fount-of-denial @evil-codlings

[cookies-and-stars]

General uproar from the stands followed Eternal Sugar's rules. Which... was rather fair, in Nutmeg Tiger's opinion.

Hell, if any of her spars to attempt and win Love and War had a rule so absurd, she might've been tempted to forfeit the match entirely. Then again, the felitaur hadn't exactly known that love at first sight was a real thing that occurred when she was competing, but still.

[evil-codlings]

The issue is, I wouldn't really mind. I'm more concerned about... the bird's reaction.

He didn't want to overstep. He really didn't. He wasn't exactly lying when he made his observations about Ginger Ale's cuteness earlier. He was small, and soft-looking, and just generally very friend-shaped!! Getting to know people took time! It's not like he could just kiss him right off the bat!

Well. He could. But he really, really shouldn't.

[fount-of-denial]

Fount is... still standing where he'd been when Sugar had stated her rules. He looks almost frozen in place, eyes wide and face fully flushed, feathers and fluff very much so puffed up! It... would not take much to win this fight, by the looks of things, since he seems to be staring at nothing now.

[evil-codlings]

Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn.

"Well! It still has the same rules, so!! Hit me with your best shot, Ginger Ale! We can do a test of endurance instead! If you want! ImeanI'mopentoanything--"

Ginger Ale was not moving. Butter Roll had such an easy shot at this. He could probably just. Nudge the owl and get him to fall over. Carry him outside the ring. Endless possibilities, really.

[fount-of-denial]

The mouwl is still not moving. At least he's blinking, but that's about it... his colors seem noticeably bluer than they were before...

[evil-codlings]

"Who am I kidding," the scientist muttered as he mustered his courage, "Of course this is fun for you."

It's why she made the rule. You have a decision to make, Butter Roll, and you have to make it fast.

So, of course, he chose the easiest option and ran forward to the rapidly-blueifying Ginger Ale... and picked him up, bridal-style.

Butter Roll stuck out his tongue at the angel behind him as he set Ginger Ale out-of-bounds.

"There," he called, "I win, right?"

He could hear murmurs in the crowd, but couldn't discern what they were talking about. Perhaps Ginger Ale actually being blue instead of purple? Maybe he turned blue when embarrassed?

...For the most part, though, he looked the same to Butter Roll. Just different colors, and slightly similar to the Beast of Deceit that he had managed to catch a few glimpses of.

[fount-of-denial]

Fount seems to have fluffed up more in the time during which he was carried. And he's finally moved! To... cover his face with his wings. Very flustered little winged rodent...

[evil-codlings]

Butter Roll crouched down next to the owl with a slight frown, "Are you alright? Do you want some water? I don't actually... have... any... but I can find some!"

He took off a glove with his teeth, placing the back of his hand against what little of the blue cookie's head he could access.

"Well, you're not sick. Are you aware that you are blue?"

[fount-of-denial]

Fount pulls his wings closer to his body and mumbles "I... she... you... aaaaaa..."

It doesn't seem like he can speak coherently again yet...

[evil-codlings]

"Mhm, yup. I understand the words you are saying. I'm going to take that as a maybe on the blue thing."

The scientist stood back up to his full height, shooting everyone else in the sand pit with them a dirty look as he grasped the owl's arm with a, "C'mon, birdie, look alive. Question round's up next."

He could see movement in the stands. Squinting, he looked up. A guy in a marshmallow fox mask and a... tiger..? wearing a veil had stood up. Fox mask was addressing the cookies around him, and tiger was making her way to where Kesar Milk was standing.

As Butter Roll watched, she leaned over the railing and lifted her veil to say something to the bull, who nodded after a few moments. Huh. Wonder what that's about. Is it related to...

He looked down at the cookie still slung on his arm. Very blue. Hm. Maybe I should put him down.

The scientist set Ginger Ale back on the sand, but stayed close. He was still trembling, okay?! He didn't want the owl to fall over!! Again!

"Do you... know a guy in a marshmallow fox mask or a tiger cookie wearing a veil? They're settling the crowd for you, I think."

[slothtowardsparadise]

Round Four: Butter Roll vs Ginger Ale

The fourth round… now this is where it will be more interesting. The emotion sensing thing was very, very helpful to know the dynamic between the next two fighters, and on top of hearing that conversation? Yeah this will be more fun.

“Alright! This round will have the same rules, however! There’s an extra win condition! Whoever kisses the first will win the round! I’m sensing some potential love in the air tonight!” The angel announced, then started to watch the two fighters very closely…

“Round starts NOW!!”

@fount-of-denial @evil-codlings

[cookies-and-stars]

General uproar from the stands followed Eternal Sugar's rules. Which... was rather fair, in Nutmeg Tiger's opinion.

Hell, if any of her spars to attempt and win Love and War had a rule so absurd, she might've been tempted to forfeit the match entirely. Then again, the felitaur hadn't exactly known that love at first sight was a real thing that occurred when she was competing, but still.

[evil-codlings]

The issue is, I wouldn't really mind. I'm more concerned about... the bird's reaction.

He didn't want to overstep. He really didn't. He wasn't exactly lying when he made his observations about Ginger Ale's cuteness earlier. He was small, and soft-looking, and just generally very friend-shaped!! Getting to know people took time! It's not like he could just kiss him right off the bat!

Well. He could. But he really, really shouldn't.

[fount-of-denial]

Fount is... still standing where he'd been when Sugar had stated her rules. He looks almost frozen in place, eyes wide and face fully flushed, feathers and fluff very much so puffed up! It... would not take much to win this fight, by the looks of things, since he seems to be staring at nothing now.

[evil-codlings]

Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn.

"Well! It still has the same rules, so!! Hit me with your best shot, Ginger Ale! We can do a test of endurance instead! If you want! ImeanI'mopentoanything--"

Ginger Ale was not moving. Butter Roll had such an easy shot at this. He could probably just. Nudge the owl and get him to fall over. Carry him outside the ring. Endless possibilities, really.

[fount-of-denial]

The mouwl is still not moving. At least he's blinking, but that's about it... his colors seem noticeably bluer than they were before...

[evil-codlings]

"Who am I kidding," the scientist muttered as he mustered his courage, "Of course this is fun for you."

It's why she made the rule. You have a decision to make, Butter Roll, and you have to make it fast.

So, of course, he chose the easiest option and ran forward to the rapidly-blueifying Ginger Ale... and picked him up, bridal-style.

Butter Roll stuck out his tongue at the angel behind him as he set Ginger Ale out-of-bounds.

"There," he called, "I win, right?"

He could hear murmurs in the crowd, but couldn't discern what they were talking about. Perhaps Ginger Ale actually being blue instead of purple? Maybe he turned blue when embarrassed?

...For the most part, though, he looked the same to Butter Roll. Just different colors, and slightly similar to the Beast of Deceit that he had managed to catch a few glimpses of.

[fount-of-denial]

Fount seems to have fluffed up more in the time during which he was carried. And he's finally moved! To... cover his face with his wings. Very flustered little winged rodent...

[evil-codlings]

Butter Roll crouched down next to the owl with a slight frown, "Are you alright? Do you want some water? I don't actually... have... any... but I can find some!"

He took off a glove with his teeth, placing the back of his hand against what little of the blue cookie's head he could access.

"Well, you're not sick. Are you aware that you are blue?"

[slothtowardsparadise]

Round Four: Butter Roll vs Ginger Ale

The fourth round… now this is where it will be more interesting. The emotion sensing thing was very, very helpful to know the dynamic between the next two fighters, and on top of hearing that conversation? Yeah this will be more fun.

“Alright! This round will have the same rules, however! There’s an extra win condition! Whoever kisses the first will win the round! I’m sensing some potential love in the air tonight!” The angel announced, then started to watch the two fighters very closely…

“Round starts NOW!!”

@fount-of-denial @evil-codlings

[cookies-and-stars]

General uproar from the stands followed Eternal Sugar's rules. Which... was rather fair, in Nutmeg Tiger's opinion.

Hell, if any of her spars to attempt and win Love and War had a rule so absurd, she might've been tempted to forfeit the match entirely. Then again, the felitaur hadn't exactly known that love at first sight was a real thing that occurred when she was competing, but still.

[evil-codlings]

The issue is, I wouldn't really mind. I'm more concerned about... the bird's reaction.

He didn't want to overstep. He really didn't. He wasn't exactly lying when he made his observations about Ginger Ale's cuteness earlier. He was small, and soft-looking, and just generally very friend-shaped!! Getting to know people took time! It's not like he could just kiss him right off the bat!

Well. He could. But he really, really shouldn't.

[fount-of-denial]

Fount is... still standing where he'd been when Sugar had stated her rules. He looks almost frozen in place, eyes wide and face fully flushed, feathers and fluff very much so puffed up! It... would not take much to win this fight, by the looks of things, since he seems to be staring at nothing now.

[evil-codlings]

Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn.

"Well! It still has the same rules, so!! Hit me with your best shot, Ginger Ale! We can do a test of endurance instead! If you want! ImeanI'mopentoanything--"

Ginger Ale was not moving. Butter Roll had such an easy shot at this. He could probably just. Nudge the owl and get him to fall over. Carry him outside the ring. Endless possibilities, really.

[fount-of-denial]

The mouwl is still not moving. At least he's blinking, but that's about it... his colors seem noticeably bluer than they were before...

[evil-codlings]

"Who am I kidding," the scientist muttered as he mustered his courage, "Of course this is fun for you."

It's why she made the rule. You have a decision to make, Butter Roll, and you have to make it fast.

So, of course, he chose the easiest option and ran forward to the rapidly-blueifying Ginger Ale... and picked him up, bridal-style.

Butter Roll stuck out his tongue at the angel behind him as he set Ginger Ale out-of-bounds.

"There," he called, "I win, right?"

He could hear murmurs in the crowd, but couldn't discern what they were talking about. Perhaps Ginger Ale actually being blue instead of purple? Maybe he turned blue when embarrassed?

...For the most part, though, he looked the same to Butter Roll. Just different colors, and slightly similar to the Beast of Deceit that he had managed to catch a few glimpses of.

[slothtowardsparadise]

Round Four: Butter Roll vs Ginger Ale

The fourth round… now this is where it will be more interesting. The emotion sensing thing was very, very helpful to know the dynamic between the next two fighters, and on top of hearing that conversation? Yeah this will be more fun.

“Alright! This round will have the same rules, however! There’s an extra win condition! Whoever kisses the first will win the round! I’m sensing some potential love in the air tonight!” The angel announced, then started to watch the two fighters very closely…

“Round starts NOW!!”

@fount-of-denial @evil-codlings

[cookies-and-stars]

General uproar from the stands followed Eternal Sugar's rules. Which... was rather fair, in Nutmeg Tiger's opinion.

Hell, if any of her spars to attempt and win Love and War had a rule so absurd, she might've been tempted to forfeit the match entirely. Then again, the felitaur hadn't exactly known that love at first sight was a real thing that occurred when she was competing, but still.

[evil-codlings]

The issue is, I wouldn't really mind. I'm more concerned about... the bird's reaction.

He didn't want to overstep. He really didn't. He wasn't exactly lying when he made his observations about Ginger Ale's cuteness earlier. He was small, and soft-looking, and just generally very friend-shaped!! Getting to know people took time! It's not like he could just kiss him right off the bat!

Well. He could. But he really, really shouldn't.

[fount-of-denial]

Fount is... still standing where he'd been when Sugar had stated her rules. He looks almost frozen in place, eyes wide and face fully flushed, feathers and fluff very much so puffed up! It... would not take much to win this fight, by the looks of things, since he seems to be staring at nothing now.

[evil-codlings]

Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn.

"Well! It still has the same rules, so!! Hit me with your best shot, Ginger Ale! We can do a test of endurance instead! If you want! ImeanI'mopentoanything--"

Ginger Ale was not moving. Butter Roll had such an easy shot at this. He could probably just. Nudge the owl and get him to fall over. Carry him outside the ring. Endless possibilities, really.

[slothtowardsparadise]

Round Four: Butter Roll vs Ginger Ale

The fourth round… now this is where it will be more interesting. The emotion sensing thing was very, very helpful to know the dynamic between the next two fighters, and on top of hearing that conversation? Yeah this will be more fun.

“Alright! This round will have the same rules, however! There’s an extra win condition! Whoever kisses the first will win the round! I’m sensing some potential love in the air tonight!” The angel announced, then started to watch the two fighters very closely…

“Round starts NOW!!”

@fount-of-denial @evil-codlings

[cookies-and-stars]

General uproar from the stands followed Eternal Sugar's rules. Which... was rather fair, in Nutmeg Tiger's opinion.

Hell, if any of her spars to attempt and win Love and War had a rule so absurd, she might've been tempted to forfeit the match entirely. Then again, the felitaur hadn't exactly known that love at first sight was a real thing that occurred when she was competing, but still.

[evil-codlings]

The issue is, I wouldn't really mind. I'm more concerned about... the bird's reaction.

He didn't want to overstep. He really didn't. He wasn't exactly lying when he made his observations about Ginger Ale's cuteness earlier. He was small, and soft-looking, and just generally very friend-shaped!! Getting to know people took time! It's not like he could just kiss him right off the bat!

Well. He could. But he really, really shouldn't.

[cookies-and-stars]

Oh, That's Certainly Something...

Kesar Milk surveyed the sand pits and the state of the contestants. Good. The gameshow could continue. With a flick of his hand and a bit of parlor trickery, he procured four vials and handed one to each of the cookies who had participated in the battles.

“Full potion,” he explained, rolling his eyes when Ginger Molasses grabbed at one of the vials, “You don’t need it, dummy.

“But hey; since you want to do something so bad, you can answer our next question first! Ginger Molasses! Seeing how the first round went, do you think you have a chance at winning our show?”

It paused, then reached for the microphone with a slight tilt of its head, "Eh... we have some strong competition here, but it's nothing I can't handle. I'm most concerned about Miz Eternal Sugar in terms of battles. As for the romance..."

The cat shrugged, "I wasn't ever really interested. I'm just here to mess around. If someone happens to swoon over me, though -- well, that's just my natural cuteness!"

They very pointedly ignored Kesar Milk's snort of derision.

"Hmm... I'll pass the question on to Timekeeper!! I'm interested in what they think!"

[ @tim3k33p3rcooki3 ]

[tim3k33p3rcooki3]

*timekeeper sits there on the ground eating a waffle they somehow got. She shrugs at the question.*

@fount-of-denial

[fount-of-denial]

Fount blinks as he's passed the microphone, then gives a nervous smile. Sipping from the potion, he'll answer with "I... believe I'll do alright at the battle part. Not as well as other contestants, perhaps, but I was never much one for combat, really," he chuckles softly, then continues with a somewhat sad "And... as for the romance. I do love someone here, but... I also know he'll never feel the same for me. It just... isn't meant to be... so perhaps I'll find someone else here. And perhaps I won't. Only time will tell..."

Then he hands the microphone over to Sugar

@slothtowardsparadise

[slothtowardsparadise]

Eternal Sugar had taken a drink from the potion before she takes the microphone.

“I have some confidence for a victory! While my last match seems to have been, uneven, I believe the next matches will allow me to show how capable I can be! As for love, my heart wishes for a cookie who unfortunately, is not here tonight. But if I do find love here, then perhaps it was meant to be!”

[evil-codlings]

Butter Roll blinked as he was the microphone, “I, ah… am certainly here! I don’t do much fighting, personally, though I do find the match-ups we have to be interesting so far!!”

The scientist fiddled with the goggles in his hair, gloved hands running along the grooves on the sides, “I look forward to seeing more, of course. This is all incredibly valuable research.

“As for romance, sure? I don’t mind? As long as you’re fine with my shenanigans, you can be anyone,” he said a bit sheepishly.

With that, the bread cookie handed the mic back to the gameshow host, sparing a glance at the strange purple cookie.

Not really caring to listen to — Kesar Milk, was it? — explain the battle rules again, he sidled up to the owl.

“So,” he muttered under his breath to the other, “What’s your deal?”

[ @fount-of-denial ] Just a little sidebar 🙂‍↕️

[fount-of-denial]

Fount startles a little, clearly not expecting the other Cookie to actually talk to him, before sheepishly looking away with a mumbled "N-no deal aside from what I've already said... why...?" It does not sound like a very confident answer...

[evil-codlings]

"That being said... may I? Have a sample? One of your feathers would suffice -- only if you do not mind, of course."

He wasn't lying. The owl was interesting. The thing was, he just needed something, anything, to take his mind off of the desert heat. He did not understand how no one else was sweating. Ovens, the sun had set already. It shouldn't be this hot.

"Plus, maybe I want to talk to the cutest guy here..." the scientist mumbled as an afterthought.

[fount-of-denial]

Fount is clearly thinking about the offer when the bread Cookie mumbles the afterthought, which is followed by the mouwl looking back at Butter Roll with a surprised "Who?"

[evil-codlings]

“Nothing…” he wasn’t paying much attention anymore, gaze looking into some far away place as Kesar Milk called out the fighters for the round.

Oh. Perfect.

“Just… sizing up the competition,” he muttered at last, nodding at the board that displayed him and Ginger Ale, “We’re fighting next round, pretty boy.”

[cookies-and-stars]

Oh, That's Certainly Something...

Kesar Milk surveyed the sand pits and the state of the contestants. Good. The gameshow could continue. With a flick of his hand and a bit of parlor trickery, he procured four vials and handed one to each of the cookies who had participated in the battles.

“Full potion,” he explained, rolling his eyes when Ginger Molasses grabbed at one of the vials, “You don’t need it, dummy.

“But hey; since you want to do something so bad, you can answer our next question first! Ginger Molasses! Seeing how the first round went, do you think you have a chance at winning our show?”

It paused, then reached for the microphone with a slight tilt of its head, "Eh... we have some strong competition here, but it's nothing I can't handle. I'm most concerned about Miz Eternal Sugar in terms of battles. As for the romance..."

The cat shrugged, "I wasn't ever really interested. I'm just here to mess around. If someone happens to swoon over me, though -- well, that's just my natural cuteness!"

They very pointedly ignored Kesar Milk's snort of derision.

"Hmm... I'll pass the question on to Timekeeper!! I'm interested in what they think!"

[ @tim3k33p3rcooki3 ]

[tim3k33p3rcooki3]

*timekeeper sits there on the ground eating a waffle they somehow got. She shrugs at the question.*

@fount-of-denial

[fount-of-denial]

Fount blinks as he's passed the microphone, then gives a nervous smile. Sipping from the potion, he'll answer with "I... believe I'll do alright at the battle part. Not as well as other contestants, perhaps, but I was never much one for combat, really," he chuckles softly, then continues with a somewhat sad "And... as for the romance. I do love someone here, but... I also know he'll never feel the same for me. It just... isn't meant to be... so perhaps I'll find someone else here. And perhaps I won't. Only time will tell..."

Then he hands the microphone over to Sugar

@slothtowardsparadise

[slothtowardsparadise]

Eternal Sugar had taken a drink from the potion before she takes the microphone.

“I have some confidence for a victory! While my last match seems to have been, uneven, I believe the next matches will allow me to show how capable I can be! As for love, my heart wishes for a cookie who unfortunately, is not here tonight. But if I do find love here, then perhaps it was meant to be!”

[evil-codlings]

Butter Roll blinked as he was the microphone, “I, ah… am certainly here! I don’t do much fighting, personally, though I do find the match-ups we have to be interesting so far!!”

The scientist fiddled with the goggles in his hair, gloved hands running along the grooves on the sides, “I look forward to seeing more, of course. This is all incredibly valuable research.

“As for romance, sure? I don’t mind? As long as you’re fine with my shenanigans, you can be anyone,” he said a bit sheepishly.

With that, the bread cookie handed the mic back to the gameshow host, sparing a glance at the strange purple cookie.

Not really caring to listen to — Kesar Milk, was it? — explain the battle rules again, he sidled up to the owl.

“So,” he muttered under his breath to the other, “What’s your deal?”

[ @fount-of-denial ] Just a little sidebar 🙂‍↕️

[fount-of-denial]

Fount startles a little, clearly not expecting the other Cookie to actually talk to him, before sheepishly looking away with a mumbled "N-no deal aside from what I've already said... why...?" It does not sound like a very confident answer...

[evil-codlings]

"That being said... may I? Have a sample? One of your feathers would suffice -- only if you do not mind, of course."

He wasn't lying. The owl was interesting. The thing was, he just needed something, anything, to take his mind off of the desert heat. He did not understand how no one else was sweating. Ovens, the sun had set already. It shouldn't be this hot.

"Plus, maybe I want to talk to the cutest guy here..." the scientist mumbled as an afterthought.

[cookies-and-stars]

Oh, That's Certainly Something...

Kesar Milk surveyed the sand pits and the state of the contestants. Good. The gameshow could continue. With a flick of his hand and a bit of parlor trickery, he procured four vials and handed one to each of the cookies who had participated in the battles.

“Full potion,” he explained, rolling his eyes when Ginger Molasses grabbed at one of the vials, “You don’t need it, dummy.

“But hey; since you want to do something so bad, you can answer our next question first! Ginger Molasses! Seeing how the first round went, do you think you have a chance at winning our show?”

It paused, then reached for the microphone with a slight tilt of its head, "Eh... we have some strong competition here, but it's nothing I can't handle. I'm most concerned about Miz Eternal Sugar in terms of battles. As for the romance..."

The cat shrugged, "I wasn't ever really interested. I'm just here to mess around. If someone happens to swoon over me, though -- well, that's just my natural cuteness!"

They very pointedly ignored Kesar Milk's snort of derision.

"Hmm... I'll pass the question on to Timekeeper!! I'm interested in what they think!"

[ @tim3k33p3rcooki3 ]

[tim3k33p3rcooki3]

*timekeeper sits there on the ground eating a waffle they somehow got. She shrugs at the question.*

@fount-of-denial

[fount-of-denial]

Fount blinks as he's passed the microphone, then gives a nervous smile. Sipping from the potion, he'll answer with "I... believe I'll do alright at the battle part. Not as well as other contestants, perhaps, but I was never much one for combat, really," he chuckles softly, then continues with a somewhat sad "And... as for the romance. I do love someone here, but... I also know he'll never feel the same for me. It just... isn't meant to be... so perhaps I'll find someone else here. And perhaps I won't. Only time will tell..."

Then he hands the microphone over to Sugar

@slothtowardsparadise

[slothtowardsparadise]

Eternal Sugar had taken a drink from the potion before she takes the microphone.

“I have some confidence for a victory! While my last match seems to have been, uneven, I believe the next matches will allow me to show how capable I can be! As for love, my heart wishes for a cookie who unfortunately, is not here tonight. But if I do find love here, then perhaps it was meant to be!”

[evil-codlings]

Butter Roll blinked as he was the microphone, “I, ah… am certainly here! I don’t do much fighting, personally, though I do find the match-ups we have to be interesting so far!!”

The scientist fiddled with the goggles in his hair, gloved hands running along the grooves on the sides, “I look forward to seeing more, of course. This is all incredibly valuable research.

“As for romance, sure? I don’t mind? As long as you’re fine with my shenanigans, you can be anyone,” he said a bit sheepishly.

With that, the bread cookie handed the mic back to the gameshow host, sparing a glance at the strange purple cookie.

Not really caring to listen to — Kesar Milk, was it? — explain the battle rules again, he sidled up to the owl.

“So,” he muttered under his breath to the other, “What’s your deal?”

[ @fount-of-denial ] Just a little sidebar 🙂‍↕️

[evil-codlings]

hey butteroll is your refrigerator running? you better go catch it

"I really do need to catch it, then, to figure out just how it achieved that."

The inanimation serum wears off after a few hours, or so I thought... how amusing! That'll be fun to experiment with!

[cookies-and-stars]

ROUND ONE -- Sugar vs Roll

Ginger Molasses yawned, two colored flags in their hands as they waved them in the air.

"I want a good, clean match! Yada yada, I don't really.... care what you do. If you land outside the lines, you're dead. If your opponent gets three hits in on you, you're dead. If the time runs out, you're both dead. Capiche? Fantastic."

Kesar Milk rolled his eyes, bringing his own microphone to his mouth, "THREE! TWO! ONE.......

"FIGHT!"

[ @slothtowardsparadise ] [you can go first. because. yikes those results for burro are not looking good]

[slothtowardsparadise]

Eternal Sugar Cookie did not hesitate. At all. In fact she immediately went for the poor scientist. Claws out, and swipes right at the chest to try and shove him out immediately

She didn’t need a weapon right now, her weapon was her claws!

[evil-codlings]

Butter Roll, wonderfully competent scientist that he was, screamed high and loud before narrowly ducking out of the way.

I should not be using all my luck in the first round of this. Terrible strategy, Burro! Come on, think, think...

He backed away, as close to the edge of the ring as he dared, then turned his attention back to the Beast, "Eternal Sugar Cookie! Could I perhaps have one of your feathers? I like collecting samples of cookies I meet -- you could call it a hobby?

"There's really no need to- fight, ya'knowwwww..?"

He flipped his ponytail back over his shoulder and pointedly ignored the scattered boos coming from the spectators. It wasn't Butter Roll's fault he wanted to protect his face from harm!

[slothtowardsparadise]

“After our little fight dear~!” The angel’s pupils were fully dilated into round disks as she coos at the scientist, she was really itching to get him, so she didn’t really hear him out when he offered, and swipes at him again!

[evil-codlings]

"Don't get my face at the very least, doll!" he called back, ducking under the swipe and narrowly avoiding her claws, "But if you want to fight..."

Witches, it had been a while since Butter Roll had needed his whisk. With a huff and a grunt, he pulled it out of his pocket and pressed the button to return it to full size.

He raised an arm to point the whisk at the angel, flame at the end of it flickering merrily, "C'monnnnn, babe! Surely you've got something more than paws! Give us a spectacle!!"

This is a game SHOW, after all.

[slothtowardsparadise]

He had seemed helpless and she had been trying to be faaair…. But he did ask for something more! Pulling out her harp she softly hummed and strummed… small sickly sweet blobs, that will do… she had a feeling if she used something bigger she might put the entire area to sleep… and she did not want to do that!

“I do have plenty of things dear~! Like these!” She shot the explosive blobs at him.

[evil-codlings]

Oh, wow.

He loved experimenting. So, really, it was only natural for him to fall into a position like he was readying up to hit a baseball into the stratosphere.

The thing about a whisk, though, was it was not solid.

Butter Roll didn't really register this until he swung said whisk at the blobs and they simply... broke apart, keeping their momentum as they splattered across his uniform, narrowly missing his face.

A moment later, they detonated. The scientist, of course, yelped.

"Bombs??? C'mon, doll, that's... so..." he yawned, "Silly. Then again, it's better than... getting blasted by a magic spell for the fifteenth time. So I'll take it."

He inspected the remnants of the goop. Shimmery and pink. Interesting. Perhaps they have part of her essence in them? Let me just...

He scoops some of it into a vial, whisk propped against his leg. Just... taking a sample in the middle of a spar. Of course.

[slothtowardsparadise]

That ended up being a really bad idea! Because she had a bigger spell! Yeah, yeah that was Eternal Enchantment. He’s cooked.

“If you liked that then surely you will enjoy this!” She sings as she casts a less destructive and powerful Eternal Enchantment. Thank god it’s not the usual one that would be bad. Still able to hit him at least!

[evil-codlings]

"What the fu-" the rest of Butter Roll's sentence was cut off by the spell's blast. Damn. He had spoken too soon.

He really was too lucky for his own good. Lico would kill him if they caught wind of what exactly he was getting up to.

....Eh. It'd be fine.

The smoke cleared, revealing a... perfectly unscathed Butter Roll. He yawned, and raised a hand above his head.

"I forfeit the match," the scientist called to Ginger Molasses, "I can do that, right?"

The spice cookie shrugged. Good enough for him.

Immediately, he bounded up to Eternal Sugar, "May I have a feather now? That was impressive magic, I must say!! Does it make those affected by it sleepier? I noticed it after your first bomb attack!!!!"

[cookies-and-stars]

ROUND ONE -- Sugar vs Roll

Ginger Molasses yawned, two colored flags in their hands as they waved them in the air.

"I want a good, clean match! Yada yada, I don't really.... care what you do. If you land outside the lines, you're dead. If your opponent gets three hits in on you, you're dead. If the time runs out, you're both dead. Capiche? Fantastic."

Kesar Milk rolled his eyes, bringing his own microphone to his mouth, "THREE! TWO! ONE.......

"FIGHT!"

[ @slothtowardsparadise ] [you can go first. because. yikes those results for burro are not looking good]

[slothtowardsparadise]

Eternal Sugar Cookie did not hesitate. At all. In fact she immediately went for the poor scientist. Claws out, and swipes right at the chest to try and shove him out immediately

She didn’t need a weapon right now, her weapon was her claws!

[evil-codlings]

Butter Roll, wonderfully competent scientist that he was, screamed high and loud before narrowly ducking out of the way.

I should not be using all my luck in the first round of this. Terrible strategy, Burro! Come on, think, think...

He backed away, as close to the edge of the ring as he dared, then turned his attention back to the Beast, "Eternal Sugar Cookie! Could I perhaps have one of your feathers? I like collecting samples of cookies I meet -- you could call it a hobby?

"There's really no need to- fight, ya'knowwwww..?"

He flipped his ponytail back over his shoulder and pointedly ignored the scattered boos coming from the spectators. It wasn't Butter Roll's fault he wanted to protect his face from harm!

[slothtowardsparadise]

“After our little fight dear~!” The angel’s pupils were fully dilated into round disks as she coos at the scientist, she was really itching to get him, so she didn’t really hear him out when he offered, and swipes at him again!

[evil-codlings]

"Don't get my face at the very least, doll!" he called back, ducking under the swipe and narrowly avoiding her claws, "But if you want to fight..."

Witches, it had been a while since Butter Roll had needed his whisk. With a huff and a grunt, he pulled it out of his pocket and pressed the button to return it to full size.

He raised an arm to point the whisk at the angel, flame at the end of it flickering merrily, "C'monnnnn, babe! Surely you've got something more than paws! Give us a spectacle!!"

This is a game SHOW, after all.

[slothtowardsparadise]

He had seemed helpless and she had been trying to be faaair…. But he did ask for something more! Pulling out her harp she softly hummed and strummed… small sickly sweet blobs, that will do… she had a feeling if she used something bigger she might put the entire area to sleep… and she did not want to do that!

“I do have plenty of things dear~! Like these!” She shot the explosive blobs at him.

[evil-codlings]

Oh, wow.

He loved experimenting. So, really, it was only natural for him to fall into a position like he was readying up to hit a baseball into the stratosphere.

The thing about a whisk, though, was it was not solid.

Butter Roll didn't really register this until he swung said whisk at the blobs and they simply... broke apart, keeping their momentum as they splattered across his uniform, narrowly missing his face.

A moment later, they detonated. The scientist, of course, yelped.

"Bombs??? C'mon, doll, that's... so..." he yawned, "Silly. Then again, it's better than... getting blasted by a magic spell for the fifteenth time. So I'll take it."

He inspected the remnants of the goop. Shimmery and pink. Interesting. Perhaps they have part of her essence in them? Let me just...

He scoops some of it into a vial, whisk propped against his leg. Just... taking a sample in the middle of a spar. Of course.

[cookies-and-stars]

ROUND ONE -- Sugar vs Roll

Ginger Molasses yawned, two colored flags in their hands as they waved them in the air.

"I want a good, clean match! Yada yada, I don't really.... care what you do. If you land outside the lines, you're dead. If your opponent gets three hits in on you, you're dead. If the time runs out, you're both dead. Capiche? Fantastic."

Kesar Milk rolled his eyes, bringing his own microphone to his mouth, "THREE! TWO! ONE.......

"FIGHT!"

[ @slothtowardsparadise ] [you can go first. because. yikes those results for burro are not looking good]

[slothtowardsparadise]

Eternal Sugar Cookie did not hesitate. At all. In fact she immediately went for the poor scientist. Claws out, and swipes right at the chest to try and shove him out immediately

She didn’t need a weapon right now, her weapon was her claws!

[evil-codlings]

Butter Roll, wonderfully competent scientist that he was, screamed high and loud before narrowly ducking out of the way.

I should not be using all my luck in the first round of this. Terrible strategy, Burro! Come on, think, think...

He backed away, as close to the edge of the ring as he dared, then turned his attention back to the Beast, "Eternal Sugar Cookie! Could I perhaps have one of your feathers? I like collecting samples of cookies I meet -- you could call it a hobby?

"There's really no need to- fight, ya'knowwwww..?"

He flipped his ponytail back over his shoulder and pointedly ignored the scattered boos coming from the spectators. It wasn't Butter Roll's fault he wanted to protect his face from harm!

[slothtowardsparadise]

“After our little fight dear~!” The angel’s pupils were fully dilated into round disks as she coos at the scientist, she was really itching to get him, so she didn’t really hear him out when he offered, and swipes at him again!

[evil-codlings]

"Don't get my face at the very least, doll!" he called back, ducking under the swipe and narrowly avoiding her claws, "But if you want to fight..."

Witches, it had been a while since Butter Roll had needed his whisk. With a huff and a grunt, he pulled it out of his pocket and pressed the button to return it to full size.

He raised an arm to point the whisk at the angel, flame at the end of it flickering merrily, "C'monnnnn, babe! Surely you've got something more than paws! Give us a spectacle!!"

This is a game SHOW, after all.