THE FIRST COOKIES @firstofcookies - Tumblr Blog

. Underneath your gaze, I'd share my heart and tales .

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lovaestrvckfool

"I just hope that one day... You might learn to forgive us."

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charvos

This puppy looks stupid

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. THE FIRST COOKIES . . CONTRACTED BY SHADOWCHELLEN .

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Oops I let this blog died by accident + I should really work on stuff here.

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COOKIE RUN SPOILER

Imagine being blamed for something you didn't do because some rocks told someone to do it.

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"... What was that?"

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hellokarts

Will you tell me another story? 💙

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beastcfburden

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...

firstofcookies

First Milk Cookie could only look in confusion when Shadow Milk spoke how he wasn’t her son anymore which didn’t make sense to the witch cookie considering it didn’t 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 wasn’t in the same body as the body that she baked with her very hand; he will always be her son.

“But you are still my son. No matter what.” 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.

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bitethedustfools

Random Drawing Urge (20)

That moment when you’ve 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?

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neon-evil

🩵🤍

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whiteflourfog

“Master!” The little haetae ran up to the leavened one on all fours, a mischievous look in their eye. “The Ivory Pagoda has a visitor, they said they wish to see you! Perhaps it is time to enlighten them?”

Mystic Flour did not match the pup's enthusiasm, slowly rising from her meditative spot atop the lotus pedestal. “Such is my purpose.”

Cloud Haetae stifled a smile behind their hand, “of course, master! Our guest is waiting for you just outside.”

Mystic Flour Cookie nods in acknowledgment before making her way through the temple and outside its grand doors, with Cloud Haetae Cookie following diligently behind her.

However, her stride is halted when she lay her eyes on this supposed stranger. One with a familiar appearance, a motherly smile, and painfully kind eyes.

“You…”

This was not some lost cookie seeking enlightenment.

Cloud Haetae noticed the change instantly and scurried to her side, “master?”

But their voice went ignored as Mystic Flour stood stiff as an ivory pillar.

“... It cannot be… that’s impossible…”

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How long has it been since she saw her precious cookie? Or watch over the temple whenever she was called? How long indeed… Personally, it was far too long for the Witch of Abundance First Grain Cookie’s personal opinion. Thus, she made her way to the temple regardless how long it took her (it was far easier when she was human but she wasn’t human anymore however she wasn’t going to complain.)

Either way, when she did arrive at the temple, she could sense the familiar magic. The cookie hurried up the stages, passing the guards who seemed to be shocked (whether by her presence or magic; it didn’t matter), before being greeted by a small cookie who introduced themselves as Cloud Haetae.

After speaking to Cloud Haetae Cookie and asking about Mystic Flour Cookie, the other agreed to take her to the virtue, which made her day as their reunion would finally be fulfilled. Of course, she waited outside when requested so that the haetae could inform the virtue about her and allow the other to come to her.

She didn’t mind considering she was finally going to see her precious cookie once again and as soon Mystic Flour Cookie made her presence known; First Grain Cookie gave a sweet and motherly smile to her before carefully approaching her.

“Hello, Flour of Volition.” She spoke gently. “Forgive me for taking so long to see you… A lot of things have happened as you can see but I’m finally here.”

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