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. Underneath your gaze, I'd share my heart and tales .
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The title hit her like a punch, one strong enough to crumble stone. It knocked her perfect posture askew, making her take a single step back.
She wanted to run into the stranger's arms, demand an explanation for her absence, deny the truth standing in front of her, yell at her, cry, scream, and so much more.
What snapped her out of her own head was the small paws tugging at her hanfu.
Cloud Haetae Cookie was staring up at her with determined eyes, she knew the look. The guardian of the Ivory Pagoda was ready to chase out this cookie out.
She placed a hand on their head, starting to scratch their favourite spot. "Calm yourself."
Then Mystic Flour looked back to her... guest. "Flour of Volition... such has not been my title in many years. If you are to address me, call me Mystic Flour Cookie."
She swallowed hard, "and what should I call you? Has your title changed after all this time?"
First Grain simply watched as the other took a step back, a reaction she expected, considering how long itâs been since they last met each other and well⌠She was a witch instead of a cookie.
Towering over her sweet cookie with adorning eyes⌠However, she did not make a move⌠Not just yet as she wanted the other to do so first.
Although her eyes did widen slightly when she finally spoke, informing her if she wanted to address her⌠To address her as Mystic Flour CookieâŚ. But despite this; the former witch wasnât offended but instead kept a somber smile on her face.
âVery well, Mystic Flour Cookie and to answer your question⌠Yes it has⌠No longer am I Arista nor the Witch of Abundance but instead of First Grain Cookie.â She replied softly.
âHow have you fared over these centuries..?â
FIRST MILK GOT A T-SHIRT
Her daughter is here!~
I suddenly had the urge to do so
Later draw mfc as fgc
Thinking of a AU where the Virtues find the Witches as Cookies however they lost their memories so they basically try + help them regain their memories whilst dealing the crippling pressure of their duties on top of that.
shadow milk finding and reuniting with her mother, first milk (by @Freessso)
Source:
https://x.com/Freessso/status/2060822229957419056?s=20
https://x.com/Freessso/status/2063080655534125517?s=20
"I just hope that one day... You might learn to forgive us."
This puppy looks stupid
. THE FIRST COOKIES . . CONTRACTED BY SHADOWCHELLEN .
Oops I let this blog died by accident + I should really work on stuff here.
COOKIE RUN SPOILER
Imagine being blamed for something you didn't do because some rocks told someone to do it.
"... What was that?"
Will you tell me another story? đ
Lies. They had to be. She was a god. She... couldn't have... Every crumb within him denied her words with his own soul jam flickering as if conflicted in pain which should have been joy or some semblance of excitement. All Shadow Milk could do was grit his teeth while she beckoned to hold him.
"This wasn't how... we were to meet. This isn't the body I had then. I'm not..." He was a beast now. He cast away everything, and for her to mention how all the Witches who failed to answer him when he was the one begging and wailing for years upon centuries of unanswered calls... that this was some accident? "I'm not your son anymore," he finally managed to hiss out.
Shadow Milk didn't rush into her arms, didn't shy away. For the former Fount of Knowledge, he didn't know what to do. Screw Dark Enchantress. Screw Pure Vanilla. He didn't...
Why did this hurt? And why was he so angry...
First Milk Cookie could only look in confusion when Shadow Milk spoke how he wasnât her son anymore which didnât make sense to the witch cookie considering it didnât make sense in the slightest as there was nothing that would change that fact that he was still her son⌠No matter what⌠Even if he wasnât in the same body as the body that she baked with her very hand; he will always be her son.
âBut you are still my son. No matter what.â She responded, her voice firm slightly, before slowly grabbing his hand into her own whilst giving a somber smile, tears prickling at her eyes, then wrapping her arms around him to pull him into a hug.
Random Drawing Urge (20)
That moment when youâve travelled through different timelines, trying to erase them until only one remains where you are the only truth⌠and then you stumble upon the most enviable timeline.
One, where his creator had come for him, loves him and never leaves.
Question is...
Which timeline should he erase?
That one or his...?
Maybe he should replace him instead?