This blog is run by two cookies: Ceylon Cinnamon Cookie and Cinnamon Storm Cookie.
Ceylon Cinnamon Cookie: an Ancient Hero⊠who has no idea the other Ancients exists. Overworked head of the Justice Department of the Crystalized Cinnamon Isles⊠please help him heâs been stuck in that position for thousands of years-
In character for Ceylon Cinnamon has this text.
Cinnamon Storm Cookie: a Beast Cookie, and heâs not very happy right now. Currently sealed in a painting, but is oh so close to getting back out⊠despite being the Beast of Corruption, heâs actually a lot more⊠calm. A little to calm.
In character for Cinnamon Storm has this text.
Sometimes, other ocs may be available for asks, and they will only answer in white text.
Unless your shadow milk, heâs in âblue textâ
OOC answers will have this text.
Other info under line:
~ Other Blogs ~
@moonfirecookies - main blog
@pineapples-island - Ananas Dragon Blog
@slothtowardsparadise - Eternal sugar blog
@nameless-silence - Silent Salt + White Lily blog
@the-creme-republic - crĂšme republic multi muse blog
@thesprinklecircus - First Cookie multi-muse blog
@sandwichshopofheros - Sandwich Cookie and Hero Cookie Blog
@clusterofworlds - Oc blog (will be multi muse later)
@golden-rulers - oc + Goldencacaoberry blog
~ Rules ~
Please no extreme suggestive/nsfw asks. While I am ok with certain aspects, please do not go to far.
No Homophobia, Transphobia, Racism, all of that stuff, I donât want any of that here. (Basic DNI criteria)
Iâm ok with shipping! Im a multishipper, please be respectful towards ships even if you personally donât like the ship. Incest or ships with inappropriate age gaps are not welcome.
Do not ask for any personal information!
I do ship Oc x Canon (Cinnamon Storm x Shadow Milk), while you do not have to follow my headcanons and ships, please do not be hateful towards them.
~ Tags ~
#Ceylonanswers - Ceylon Cinnamon Cookie answers
#Stormanswers - Cinnamon Storm Cookie answers
#Combinedcinnamon - both answer
#bloodstone cookie - Bloodstone Cookie makes an appearance
The butterfly was not wrong! Thereâs a beast coming! Or more accurately a huge storm of cinnamon is rapidly approaching⊠a storm no cookie has ever seen before.
The fallen star scowled. Stars forbid they get anything done. Nooooo, let's interrupt them and Dee every two minutes!! They're sure to be pleased about that!
I'd rather fight that First cookie again.
Hm. Well, she still had a full second chain on Wisp's lantern. And she was still -- supposedly -- channeling water magic.
With a twirl and an almost bored tilt of her head, the faerie let loose a veritable tsunami of water. In the hopes that it would neutralize the cinnamon, if not make the cookie approaching them too soggy to follow, should they decide to leave in the middle of the conversation.
Dee let out a scandalized, "Bug!" which they promptly ignored.
The storm did not like that. It did not like that at all⊠and while it did get rid of the cinnamon somewhat⊠more came to its place⊠shit it got bigger?!
The storm of cinnamon descended upon the bubble, the thick and twisting wisps hit the bubble with the strength of a hurricane. The heart of the storm, one would call thisâŠ
The faerie was not amused. Idly, they yawned, leaning on their lantern's staff. Blah, blah, show of power, whatever.
"Any chance we could speed this up?" the fallen star called, much to the abject horror of Dee. She just wasn't in the mood for all this... complicated stuff.
â⊠endurance, I see you have..â the storm of cinnamon clears only slightly, the masked cookie was already in front of the bubble, he was calm⊠to calm.
With a light shove, they put Dee between themself and the Beast, fighting the urge to roll their eyes. They couldn't deal with this without provoking him further.
Dee shot a Look at her. The faerie looked right back at her, deadpan.
"...Fine. Hey, stranger," she said, raising a hand to wave, "Did you... need something from us?
â⊠Dark Enchantress,â The beast tilts his head, his eyes glowing through the dark shadows of the storm. âWord has reached me of a new beast, I did not expect you to be with the cookie you so despised.â
.. thereâs more in the storm than it looks likeâŠ
Dee looked over her shoulder at the faerie. The fallen star just stared back.
"...you mean? White Lily..?" the dragon ventured, "I don't hate them. Or despise them. She's nice! I like... being around her!!"
Something in the faerie bristled at being called White Lily, but they let it go. At least Dee bought into her acting, if nothing else. No one had noticed her change other than the butterflies.
It was hard to tell how the beast was feeling aside from the slightest head tilt as he circled the bubble. Thereâs more movement coming from inside the storm.. at least two more cookies are in it.
âLast I had heard from a Dark Enchantress.. she greatly despised her White Lily. Considering how strangely kind you are, Iâm assuming you and this corrupted version of White Lily are from another timeline.. just like that Shadow Milk was.. and just like my new childâ He observed them, and faintly chuckled. It really felt like there were several eyes on them at once.
âThat knight definitely wonât like thisâŠâ he mumbled to himself with amusement
A short laugh nearly escaped the faerie as she watched Dee bristle at the Beast's comment, "I am not kind. Even so... yes. We likely aren't... yours."
The fallen star's tail lashed as they considered the cinnamon cookie, flashes of movement in the storm putting them further on edge. What could he want with either of them? Why travel in such a destructive manner?
"What," she interjected over Dee's pointless chatter, "Do you want. I'm not scared of you, though I would appreciate it if you could drop the storm and the pretenses. You have companions. Please, do us the honor of introducing yourselves."
Their voice carried a slight edge of sarcasm and derision. They hoped Dee didn't think it was odd.
âVery well, no need to keep up appearances here then.â The storm around them starts to lessen as he says that. With the intensity dying down the movement became more noticeable⊠thereâs way more than two other cookies hereâŠ
though it hasnât died down fully it was easy to see the six cookies approaching from behind him. Four had that same, teal colored eyes the beast had, the other two.. not at all⊠in fact the ones who had his eyes were moving more in sync than the other two.
His voice sounded as if it came from several cookies at once⊠thatâs not normal⊠thatâs not normal at all.
âThe Beast of Corruption, looking for a deal..â
The fallen starâs eyebrows raised slightly. Well. If nothing else, he knew how to put on a show.
âA deal,â she repeated, vines along her wrist twinging in reminder.
They already had one contractor. Did they really need another? Not to mention⊠she doubted that this one would be as foolishly vague as Pale Milk had been.
Deeâs brow furrowed, âWhy are you so interested in my Bug? I doubt any of our goals align with yours. What would be the point of making a deal if youâre only going to break it?â
Another point in the dragonâs favor, if not for the fact that they were playing with fae magic, which was almost impossible to break in normal circumstances.
âYour terms,â the faerie hummed after a moment of consideration. Dee stayed silent, frown on her face only growing more pronounced as the tension between the two groups of cookies stretched taut.
âI never break a deal, Dark Enchantress.. besides, you forget how angry most beast cookies are for The Witches, our mothers, they abandoned us⊠even if some are in cookie form now..â His eyes slit further..
âHelp me expand my hivemind, about 50 or so faeries, and I will give you valuable information. Thereâs only so many witch turned cookies after all.. the bigger it is the more I can gather.. and the easier to track. They wonât stay in one place after all, unless they want a death wish that is.. itâll make your search for them a lot more easier, any kind of weakness will greatly benefit you. I do not care if you crumble them in the end, justice will only work if you rely on yourself.â
"Since you seem so keen to refer to me as a Beast, let me give you a word of advice; I am not one of you. I do not enjoy nor have an interest in the crumbling of a single cookie more than what is necessary. I will kill the Witches, with or without your information."
The barrier between them pulsed faintly as they smiled coldly at Cinnamon Storm. A new Beast, one they had yet to meet, but one they did not particularly like, so far. Dee coughed from beside her.
"So. No deal, right? Are we... free to go, then?" the dragon asked.
How unfortunate they did not agree, though he wasnât angry⊠amusement and curiosity was more accurate than anger. That faerie was very confident in their goal, to the point not even his help wasnât needed? Heâll get what he needs either way.
âOf course, my storm will not harm you I can promise that. Crumbling other cookies is not on my mind right now, especially not ones who peak my interest.â Cinnamon Storm steps out the way, and the cookies in his hivemind do the same, exactly in sync. The Storm even moves itself, more to the sides and out the pathâŠ
He really was letting them go! No fuss or fight, he didnât need to anyways.. âMy services are still an option for you however, whenever you need it.â
The butterfly was not wrong! Thereâs a beast coming! Or more accurately a huge storm of cinnamon is rapidly approaching⊠a storm no cookie has ever seen before.
The fallen star scowled. Stars forbid they get anything done. Nooooo, let's interrupt them and Dee every two minutes!! They're sure to be pleased about that!
I'd rather fight that First cookie again.
Hm. Well, she still had a full second chain on Wisp's lantern. And she was still -- supposedly -- channeling water magic.
With a twirl and an almost bored tilt of her head, the faerie let loose a veritable tsunami of water. In the hopes that it would neutralize the cinnamon, if not make the cookie approaching them too soggy to follow, should they decide to leave in the middle of the conversation.
Dee let out a scandalized, "Bug!" which they promptly ignored.
The storm did not like that. It did not like that at all⊠and while it did get rid of the cinnamon somewhat⊠more came to its place⊠shit it got bigger?!
The storm of cinnamon descended upon the bubble, the thick and twisting wisps hit the bubble with the strength of a hurricane. The heart of the storm, one would call thisâŠ
The faerie was not amused. Idly, they yawned, leaning on their lantern's staff. Blah, blah, show of power, whatever.
"Any chance we could speed this up?" the fallen star called, much to the abject horror of Dee. She just wasn't in the mood for all this... complicated stuff.
â⊠endurance, I see you have..â the storm of cinnamon clears only slightly, the masked cookie was already in front of the bubble, he was calm⊠to calm.
With a light shove, they put Dee between themself and the Beast, fighting the urge to roll their eyes. They couldn't deal with this without provoking him further.
Dee shot a Look at her. The faerie looked right back at her, deadpan.
"...Fine. Hey, stranger," she said, raising a hand to wave, "Did you... need something from us?
â⊠Dark Enchantress,â The beast tilts his head, his eyes glowing through the dark shadows of the storm. âWord has reached me of a new beast, I did not expect you to be with the cookie you so despised.â
.. thereâs more in the storm than it looks likeâŠ
Dee looked over her shoulder at the faerie. The fallen star just stared back.
"...you mean? White Lily..?" the dragon ventured, "I don't hate them. Or despise them. She's nice! I like... being around her!!"
Something in the faerie bristled at being called White Lily, but they let it go. At least Dee bought into her acting, if nothing else. No one had noticed her change other than the butterflies.
It was hard to tell how the beast was feeling aside from the slightest head tilt as he circled the bubble. Thereâs more movement coming from inside the storm.. at least two more cookies are in it.
âLast I had heard from a Dark Enchantress.. she greatly despised her White Lily. Considering how strangely kind you are, Iâm assuming you and this corrupted version of White Lily are from another timeline.. just like that Shadow Milk was.. and just like my new childâ He observed them, and faintly chuckled. It really felt like there were several eyes on them at once.
âThat knight definitely wonât like thisâŠâ he mumbled to himself with amusement
A short laugh nearly escaped the faerie as she watched Dee bristle at the Beast's comment, "I am not kind. Even so... yes. We likely aren't... yours."
The fallen star's tail lashed as they considered the cinnamon cookie, flashes of movement in the storm putting them further on edge. What could he want with either of them? Why travel in such a destructive manner?
"What," she interjected over Dee's pointless chatter, "Do you want. I'm not scared of you, though I would appreciate it if you could drop the storm and the pretenses. You have companions. Please, do us the honor of introducing yourselves."
Their voice carried a slight edge of sarcasm and derision. They hoped Dee didn't think it was odd.
âVery well, no need to keep up appearances here then.â The storm around them starts to lessen as he says that. With the intensity dying down the movement became more noticeable⊠thereâs way more than two other cookies hereâŠ
though it hasnât died down fully it was easy to see the six cookies approaching from behind him. Four had that same, teal colored eyes the beast had, the other two.. not at all⊠in fact the ones who had his eyes were moving more in sync than the other two.
His voice sounded as if it came from several cookies at once⊠thatâs not normal⊠thatâs not normal at all.
âThe Beast of Corruption, looking for a deal..â
The fallen starâs eyebrows raised slightly. Well. If nothing else, he knew how to put on a show.
âA deal,â she repeated, vines along her wrist twinging in reminder.
They already had one contractor. Did they really need another? Not to mention⊠she doubted that this one would be as foolishly vague as Pale Milk had been.
Deeâs brow furrowed, âWhy are you so interested in my Bug? I doubt any of our goals align with yours. What would be the point of making a deal if youâre only going to break it?â
Another point in the dragonâs favor, if not for the fact that they were playing with fae magic, which was almost impossible to break in normal circumstances.
âYour terms,â the faerie hummed after a moment of consideration. Dee stayed silent, frown on her face only growing more pronounced as the tension between the two groups of cookies stretched taut.
âI never break a deal, Dark Enchantress.. besides, you forget how angry most beast cookies are for The Witches, our mothers, they abandoned us⊠even if some are in cookie form now..â His eyes slit further..
âHelp me expand my hivemind, about 50 or so faeries, and I will give you valuable information. Thereâs only so many witch turned cookies after all.. the bigger it is the more I can gather.. and the easier to track. They wonât stay in one place after all, unless they want a death wish that is.. itâll make your search for them a lot more easier, any kind of weakness will greatly benefit you. I do not care if you crumble them in the end, justice will only work if you rely on yourself.â
A cookie came with a jar, he almost looked like Black Sapphire..
âI got the jar for youâ Silver Crystal huffs, setting it down⊠witches he really just got that thing to them, and wasnât even controlled he just, went and did it,
She starts biting a lot more now! In that time Cinnamon Storm was preparing the jar so it was just the two shadow milks dealing with a very unhappy sugar
you see? you have this WEIIIIRD obssession with trapping people in jars. and it only seems reasonable to assume that you would rethink that idea if you had to be trapped in one for a bit
you have sooo many problems⊠including trapping cookies in jars, turning cookies into statues, preventing cookies from leaving this horrendously dull garden of yours, feeding the inhabitants drugged fruits⊠and many other things
âWhat are you talking about you ALL have problem! You, Cinnamon Storm already have control problems with that dumb hivemind?! And of course both of you shadow milks are so incredibly lonely you are obsessed with torturing the ONE cookie who has your other halves!!â
âYou still arenât ok! None of you are?! Just stay here with me and Iâll make you all happy againâŠ! Like old times! I am fine! None of you are fine?!â
âShut up, sugar. We are all fine, you have problems!â
Almost as if on cue, a red furball crawls into view before losing balance and falling forward with a frantic yelp! He looks older than he is, by a lot, but that does not change that he is still a child - more importantly, a child who wants his mother!
He's gotten back up, on the move again! Heading for the jarred Beast with determination! He will get there!... unless someone picks him up, that would definitely stop him.
âSheâs had.. about seven kids in the past. This isnât her first oneâ he was still holding the child, heâs absolutely baffled. âAfter Pavlova was baked and her husband died I thought she would never have another kid.â
âI didnât bake him, I found him! I took him in!â
Shadow milk then snatches the child. âSay how about, since your servants have watched your children before, they watch him right now and we can all go out together on an adult-only-VACATION!!â
Cinnamon Storm then leaves to find a servant to watch over the child.. and Eternal Sugar is⊠less than ok.
âDonât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take-â
The other shadow milk was using some other kind of magic to help carry the jar. âItâs not like the garden will EXPLODE~! Itâll be perfectly fine!â
Cinnamon Storm comes back with a servant, who at first noticed the crying child because WHO WOULDNâT before helping with the jar carrying and running off with the two shadow milks.
âOh thereâs NO WAYYYY we are going anywhere near the Hollyberry Kingdom! Sheâs got more of a chance to break out just knowing the thief is around!â
The butterfly was not wrong! Thereâs a beast coming! Or more accurately a huge storm of cinnamon is rapidly approaching⊠a storm no cookie has ever seen before.
The fallen star scowled. Stars forbid they get anything done. Nooooo, let's interrupt them and Dee every two minutes!! They're sure to be pleased about that!
I'd rather fight that First cookie again.
Hm. Well, she still had a full second chain on Wisp's lantern. And she was still -- supposedly -- channeling water magic.
With a twirl and an almost bored tilt of her head, the faerie let loose a veritable tsunami of water. In the hopes that it would neutralize the cinnamon, if not make the cookie approaching them too soggy to follow, should they decide to leave in the middle of the conversation.
Dee let out a scandalized, "Bug!" which they promptly ignored.
The storm did not like that. It did not like that at all⊠and while it did get rid of the cinnamon somewhat⊠more came to its place⊠shit it got bigger?!
The storm of cinnamon descended upon the bubble, the thick and twisting wisps hit the bubble with the strength of a hurricane. The heart of the storm, one would call thisâŠ
The faerie was not amused. Idly, they yawned, leaning on their lantern's staff. Blah, blah, show of power, whatever.
"Any chance we could speed this up?" the fallen star called, much to the abject horror of Dee. She just wasn't in the mood for all this... complicated stuff.
â⊠endurance, I see you have..â the storm of cinnamon clears only slightly, the masked cookie was already in front of the bubble, he was calm⊠to calm.
With a light shove, they put Dee between themself and the Beast, fighting the urge to roll their eyes. They couldn't deal with this without provoking him further.
Dee shot a Look at her. The faerie looked right back at her, deadpan.
"...Fine. Hey, stranger," she said, raising a hand to wave, "Did you... need something from us?
â⊠Dark Enchantress,â The beast tilts his head, his eyes glowing through the dark shadows of the storm. âWord has reached me of a new beast, I did not expect you to be with the cookie you so despised.â
.. thereâs more in the storm than it looks likeâŠ
Dee looked over her shoulder at the faerie. The fallen star just stared back.
"...you mean? White Lily..?" the dragon ventured, "I don't hate them. Or despise them. She's nice! I like... being around her!!"
Something in the faerie bristled at being called White Lily, but they let it go. At least Dee bought into her acting, if nothing else. No one had noticed her change other than the butterflies.
It was hard to tell how the beast was feeling aside from the slightest head tilt as he circled the bubble. Thereâs more movement coming from inside the storm.. at least two more cookies are in it.
âLast I had heard from a Dark Enchantress.. she greatly despised her White Lily. Considering how strangely kind you are, Iâm assuming you and this corrupted version of White Lily are from another timeline.. just like that Shadow Milk was.. and just like my new childâ He observed them, and faintly chuckled. It really felt like there were several eyes on them at once.
âThat knight definitely wonât like thisâŠâ he mumbled to himself with amusement
A short laugh nearly escaped the faerie as she watched Dee bristle at the Beast's comment, "I am not kind. Even so... yes. We likely aren't... yours."
The fallen star's tail lashed as they considered the cinnamon cookie, flashes of movement in the storm putting them further on edge. What could he want with either of them? Why travel in such a destructive manner?
"What," she interjected over Dee's pointless chatter, "Do you want. I'm not scared of you, though I would appreciate it if you could drop the storm and the pretenses. You have companions. Please, do us the honor of introducing yourselves."
Their voice carried a slight edge of sarcasm and derision. They hoped Dee didn't think it was odd.
âVery well, no need to keep up appearances here then.â The storm around them starts to lessen as he says that. With the intensity dying down the movement became more noticeable⊠thereâs way more than two other cookies hereâŠ
though it hasnât died down fully it was easy to see the six cookies approaching from behind him. Four had that same, teal colored eyes the beast had, the other two.. not at all⊠in fact the ones who had his eyes were moving more in sync than the other two.
His voice sounded as if it came from several cookies at once⊠thatâs not normal⊠thatâs not normal at all.
âThe Beast of Corruption, looking for a deal..â
A cookie came with a jar, he almost looked like Black Sapphire..
âI got the jar for youâ Silver Crystal huffs, setting it down⊠witches he really just got that thing to them, and wasnât even controlled he just, went and did it,
She starts biting a lot more now! In that time Cinnamon Storm was preparing the jar so it was just the two shadow milks dealing with a very unhappy sugar
you see? you have this WEIIIIRD obssession with trapping people in jars. and it only seems reasonable to assume that you would rethink that idea if you had to be trapped in one for a bit
you have sooo many problems⊠including trapping cookies in jars, turning cookies into statues, preventing cookies from leaving this horrendously dull garden of yours, feeding the inhabitants drugged fruits⊠and many other things
âWhat are you talking about you ALL have problem! You, Cinnamon Storm already have control problems with that dumb hivemind?! And of course both of you shadow milks are so incredibly lonely you are obsessed with torturing the ONE cookie who has your other halves!!â
âYou still arenât ok! None of you are?! Just stay here with me and Iâll make you all happy againâŠ! Like old times! I am fine! None of you are fine?!â
âShut up, sugar. We are all fine, you have problems!â
Almost as if on cue, a red furball crawls into view before losing balance and falling forward with a frantic yelp! He looks older than he is, by a lot, but that does not change that he is still a child - more importantly, a child who wants his mother!
He's gotten back up, on the move again! Heading for the jarred Beast with determination! He will get there!... unless someone picks him up, that would definitely stop him.
âSheâs had.. about seven kids in the past. This isnât her first oneâ he was still holding the child, heâs absolutely baffled. âAfter Pavlova was baked and her husband died I thought she would never have another kid.â
âI didnât bake him, I found him! I took him in!â
Shadow milk then snatches the child. âSay how about, since your servants have watched your children before, they watch him right now and we can all go out together on an adult-only-VACATION!!â
Cinnamon Storm then leaves to find a servant to watch over the child.. and Eternal Sugar is⊠less than ok.
âDonât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take-â
The other shadow milk was using some other kind of magic to help carry the jar. âItâs not like the garden will EXPLODE~! Itâll be perfectly fine!â
Cinnamon Storm comes back with a servant, who at first noticed the crying child because WHO WOULDNâT before helping with the jar carrying and running off with the two shadow milks.
âOh thereâs NO WAYYYY we are going anywhere near the Hollyberry Kingdom! Sheâs got more of a chance to break out just knowing the thief is around!â
A cookie came with a jar, he almost looked like Black Sapphire..
âI got the jar for youâ Silver Crystal huffs, setting it down⊠witches he really just got that thing to them, and wasnât even controlled he just, went and did it,
She starts biting a lot more now! In that time Cinnamon Storm was preparing the jar so it was just the two shadow milks dealing with a very unhappy sugar
you see? you have this WEIIIIRD obssession with trapping people in jars. and it only seems reasonable to assume that you would rethink that idea if you had to be trapped in one for a bit
you have sooo many problems⊠including trapping cookies in jars, turning cookies into statues, preventing cookies from leaving this horrendously dull garden of yours, feeding the inhabitants drugged fruits⊠and many other things
âWhat are you talking about you ALL have problem! You, Cinnamon Storm already have control problems with that dumb hivemind?! And of course both of you shadow milks are so incredibly lonely you are obsessed with torturing the ONE cookie who has your other halves!!â
âYou still arenât ok! None of you are?! Just stay here with me and Iâll make you all happy againâŠ! Like old times! I am fine! None of you are fine?!â
âShut up, sugar. We are all fine, you have problems!â
Almost as if on cue, a red furball crawls into view before losing balance and falling forward with a frantic yelp! He looks older than he is, by a lot, but that does not change that he is still a child - more importantly, a child who wants his mother!
He's gotten back up, on the move again! Heading for the jarred Beast with determination! He will get there!... unless someone picks him up, that would definitely stop him.
âSheâs had.. about seven kids in the past. This isnât her first oneâ he was still holding the child, heâs absolutely baffled. âAfter Pavlova was baked and her husband died I thought she would never have another kid.â
âI didnât bake him, I found him! I took him in!â
Shadow milk then snatches the child. âSay how about, since your servants have watched your children before, they watch him right now and we can all go out together on an adult-only-VACATION!!â
Cinnamon Storm then leaves to find a servant to watch over the child.. and Eternal Sugar is⊠less than ok.
âDonât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take-â
The other shadow milk was using some other kind of magic to help carry the jar. âItâs not like the garden will EXPLODE~! Itâll be perfectly fine!â
Cinnamon Storm comes back with a servant, who at first noticed the crying child because WHO WOULDNâT before helping with the jar carrying and running off with the two shadow milks.
âOh thereâs NO WAYYYY we are going anywhere near the Hollyberry Kingdom! Sheâs got more of a chance to break out just knowing the thief is around!â
A cookie came with a jar, he almost looked like Black Sapphire..
âI got the jar for youâ Silver Crystal huffs, setting it down⊠witches he really just got that thing to them, and wasnât even controlled he just, went and did it,
She starts biting a lot more now! In that time Cinnamon Storm was preparing the jar so it was just the two shadow milks dealing with a very unhappy sugar
you see? you have this WEIIIIRD obssession with trapping people in jars. and it only seems reasonable to assume that you would rethink that idea if you had to be trapped in one for a bit
you have sooo many problems⊠including trapping cookies in jars, turning cookies into statues, preventing cookies from leaving this horrendously dull garden of yours, feeding the inhabitants drugged fruits⊠and many other things
âWhat are you talking about you ALL have problem! You, Cinnamon Storm already have control problems with that dumb hivemind?! And of course both of you shadow milks are so incredibly lonely you are obsessed with torturing the ONE cookie who has your other halves!!â
âYou still arenât ok! None of you are?! Just stay here with me and Iâll make you all happy againâŠ! Like old times! I am fine! None of you are fine?!â
âShut up, sugar. We are all fine, you have problems!â
Almost as if on cue, a red furball crawls into view before losing balance and falling forward with a frantic yelp! He looks older than he is, by a lot, but that does not change that he is still a child - more importantly, a child who wants his mother!
He's gotten back up, on the move again! Heading for the jarred Beast with determination! He will get there!... unless someone picks him up, that would definitely stop him.
âSheâs had.. about seven kids in the past. This isnât her first oneâ he was still holding the child, heâs absolutely baffled. âAfter Pavlova was baked and her husband died I thought she would never have another kid.â
âI didnât bake him, I found him! I took him in!â
Shadow milk then snatches the child. âSay how about, since your servants have watched your children before, they watch him right now and we can all go out together on an adult-only-VACATION!!â
Cinnamon Storm then leaves to find a servant to watch over the child.. and Eternal Sugar is⊠less than ok.
âDonât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take-â
The other shadow milk was using some other kind of magic to help carry the jar. âItâs not like the garden will EXPLODE~! Itâll be perfectly fine!â
Cinnamon Storm comes back with a servant, who at first noticed the crying child because WHO WOULDNâT before helping with the jar carrying and running off with the two shadow milks.
âOh thereâs NO WAYYYY we are going anywhere near the Hollyberry Kingdom! Sheâs got more of a chance to break out just knowing the thief is around!â
A cookie came with a jar, he almost looked like Black Sapphire..
âI got the jar for youâ Silver Crystal huffs, setting it down⊠witches he really just got that thing to them, and wasnât even controlled he just, went and did it,
She starts biting a lot more now! In that time Cinnamon Storm was preparing the jar so it was just the two shadow milks dealing with a very unhappy sugar
you see? you have this WEIIIIRD obssession with trapping people in jars. and it only seems reasonable to assume that you would rethink that idea if you had to be trapped in one for a bit
you have sooo many problems⊠including trapping cookies in jars, turning cookies into statues, preventing cookies from leaving this horrendously dull garden of yours, feeding the inhabitants drugged fruits⊠and many other things
âWhat are you talking about you ALL have problem! You, Cinnamon Storm already have control problems with that dumb hivemind?! And of course both of you shadow milks are so incredibly lonely you are obsessed with torturing the ONE cookie who has your other halves!!â
âYou still arenât ok! None of you are?! Just stay here with me and Iâll make you all happy againâŠ! Like old times! I am fine! None of you are fine?!â
âShut up, sugar. We are all fine, you have problems!â
Almost as if on cue, a red furball crawls into view before losing balance and falling forward with a frantic yelp! He looks older than he is, by a lot, but that does not change that he is still a child - more importantly, a child who wants his mother!
He's gotten back up, on the move again! Heading for the jarred Beast with determination! He will get there!... unless someone picks him up, that would definitely stop him.
âSheâs had.. about seven kids in the past. This isnât her first oneâ he was still holding the child, heâs absolutely baffled. âAfter Pavlova was baked and her husband died I thought she would never have another kid.â
âI didnât bake him, I found him! I took him in!â
Shadow milk then snatches the child. âSay how about, since your servants have watched your children before, they watch him right now and we can all go out together on an adult-only-VACATION!!â
Cinnamon Storm then leaves to find a servant to watch over the child.. and Eternal Sugar is⊠less than ok.
âDonât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take-â
The other shadow milk was using some other kind of magic to help carry the jar. âItâs not like the garden will EXPLODE~! Itâll be perfectly fine!â
Cinnamon Storm comes back with a servant, who at first noticed the crying child because WHO WOULDNâT before helping with the jar carrying and running off with the two shadow milks.
âOh thereâs NO WAYYYY we are going anywhere near the Hollyberry Kingdom! Sheâs got more of a chance to break out just knowing the thief is around!â
A cookie came with a jar, he almost looked like Black Sapphire..
âI got the jar for youâ Silver Crystal huffs, setting it down⊠witches he really just got that thing to them, and wasnât even controlled he just, went and did it,
She starts biting a lot more now! In that time Cinnamon Storm was preparing the jar so it was just the two shadow milks dealing with a very unhappy sugar
you see? you have this WEIIIIRD obssession with trapping people in jars. and it only seems reasonable to assume that you would rethink that idea if you had to be trapped in one for a bit
you have sooo many problems⊠including trapping cookies in jars, turning cookies into statues, preventing cookies from leaving this horrendously dull garden of yours, feeding the inhabitants drugged fruits⊠and many other things
âWhat are you talking about you ALL have problem! You, Cinnamon Storm already have control problems with that dumb hivemind?! And of course both of you shadow milks are so incredibly lonely you are obsessed with torturing the ONE cookie who has your other halves!!â
âYou still arenât ok! None of you are?! Just stay here with me and Iâll make you all happy againâŠ! Like old times! I am fine! None of you are fine?!â
âShut up, sugar. We are all fine, you have problems!â
Almost as if on cue, a red furball crawls into view before losing balance and falling forward with a frantic yelp! He looks older than he is, by a lot, but that does not change that he is still a child - more importantly, a child who wants his mother!
He's gotten back up, on the move again! Heading for the jarred Beast with determination! He will get there!... unless someone picks him up, that would definitely stop him.
âSheâs had.. about seven kids in the past. This isnât her first oneâ he was still holding the child, heâs absolutely baffled. âAfter Pavlova was baked and her husband died I thought she would never have another kid.â
âI didnât bake him, I found him! I took him in!â
Shadow milk then snatches the child. âSay how about, since your servants have watched your children before, they watch him right now and we can all go out together on an adult-only-VACATION!!â
Cinnamon Storm then leaves to find a servant to watch over the child.. and Eternal Sugar is⊠less than ok.
âDonât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take-â
The other shadow milk was using some other kind of magic to help carry the jar. âItâs not like the garden will EXPLODE~! Itâll be perfectly fine!â
Cinnamon Storm comes back with a servant, who at first noticed the crying child because WHO WOULDNâT before helping with the jar carrying and running off with the two shadow milks.
âOh thereâs NO WAYYYY we are going anywhere near the Hollyberry Kingdom! Sheâs got more of a chance to break out just knowing the thief is around!â
A cookie came with a jar, he almost looked like Black Sapphire..
âI got the jar for youâ Silver Crystal huffs, setting it down⊠witches he really just got that thing to them, and wasnât even controlled he just, went and did it,
She starts biting a lot more now! In that time Cinnamon Storm was preparing the jar so it was just the two shadow milks dealing with a very unhappy sugar
you see? you have this WEIIIIRD obssession with trapping people in jars. and it only seems reasonable to assume that you would rethink that idea if you had to be trapped in one for a bit
you have sooo many problems⊠including trapping cookies in jars, turning cookies into statues, preventing cookies from leaving this horrendously dull garden of yours, feeding the inhabitants drugged fruits⊠and many other things
âWhat are you talking about you ALL have problem! You, Cinnamon Storm already have control problems with that dumb hivemind?! And of course both of you shadow milks are so incredibly lonely you are obsessed with torturing the ONE cookie who has your other halves!!â
âYou still arenât ok! None of you are?! Just stay here with me and Iâll make you all happy againâŠ! Like old times! I am fine! None of you are fine?!â
âShut up, sugar. We are all fine, you have problems!â
Almost as if on cue, a red furball crawls into view before losing balance and falling forward with a frantic yelp! He looks older than he is, by a lot, but that does not change that he is still a child - more importantly, a child who wants his mother!
He's gotten back up, on the move again! Heading for the jarred Beast with determination! He will get there!... unless someone picks him up, that would definitely stop him.
âSheâs had.. about seven kids in the past. This isnât her first oneâ he was still holding the child, heâs absolutely baffled. âAfter Pavlova was baked and her husband died I thought she would never have another kid.â
âI didnât bake him, I found him! I took him in!â
Shadow milk then snatches the child. âSay how about, since your servants have watched your children before, they watch him right now and we can all go out together on an adult-only-VACATION!!â
Cinnamon Storm then leaves to find a servant to watch over the child.. and Eternal Sugar is⊠less than ok.
âDonât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take-â
The other shadow milk was using some other kind of magic to help carry the jar. âItâs not like the garden will EXPLODE~! Itâll be perfectly fine!â
Cinnamon Storm comes back with a servant, who at first noticed the crying child because WHO WOULDNâT before helping with the jar carrying and running off with the two shadow milks.
A cookie came with a jar, he almost looked like Black Sapphire..
âI got the jar for youâ Silver Crystal huffs, setting it down⊠witches he really just got that thing to them, and wasnât even controlled he just, went and did it,
She starts biting a lot more now! In that time Cinnamon Storm was preparing the jar so it was just the two shadow milks dealing with a very unhappy sugar
you see? you have this WEIIIIRD obssession with trapping people in jars. and it only seems reasonable to assume that you would rethink that idea if you had to be trapped in one for a bit
you have sooo many problems⊠including trapping cookies in jars, turning cookies into statues, preventing cookies from leaving this horrendously dull garden of yours, feeding the inhabitants drugged fruits⊠and many other things
âWhat are you talking about you ALL have problem! You, Cinnamon Storm already have control problems with that dumb hivemind?! And of course both of you shadow milks are so incredibly lonely you are obsessed with torturing the ONE cookie who has your other halves!!â
âYou still arenât ok! None of you are?! Just stay here with me and Iâll make you all happy againâŠ! Like old times! I am fine! None of you are fine?!â
âShut up, sugar. We are all fine, you have problems!â
Almost as if on cue, a red furball crawls into view before losing balance and falling forward with a frantic yelp! He looks older than he is, by a lot, but that does not change that he is still a child - more importantly, a child who wants his mother!
He's gotten back up, on the move again! Heading for the jarred Beast with determination! He will get there!... unless someone picks him up, that would definitely stop him.
âSheâs had.. about seven kids in the past. This isnât her first oneâ he was still holding the child, heâs absolutely baffled. âAfter Pavlova was baked and her husband died I thought she would never have another kid.â
âI didnât bake him, I found him! I took him in!â
Shadow milk then snatches the child. âSay how about, since your servants have watched your children before, they watch him right now and we can all go out together on an adult-only-VACATION!!â
Cinnamon Storm then leaves to find a servant to watch over the child.. and Eternal Sugar is⊠less than ok.
âDonât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take me. Donât take-â
The other shadow milk was using some other kind of magic to help carry the jar. âItâs not like the garden will EXPLODE~! Itâll be perfectly fine!â
Cinnamon Storm comes back with a servant, who at first noticed the crying child because WHO WOULDNâT before helping with the jar carrying and running off with the two shadow milks.
A cookie came with a jar, he almost looked like Black Sapphire..
âI got the jar for youâ Silver Crystal huffs, setting it down⊠witches he really just got that thing to them, and wasnât even controlled he just, went and did it,
She starts biting a lot more now! In that time Cinnamon Storm was preparing the jar so it was just the two shadow milks dealing with a very unhappy sugar
you see? you have this WEIIIIRD obssession with trapping people in jars. and it only seems reasonable to assume that you would rethink that idea if you had to be trapped in one for a bit
you have sooo many problems⊠including trapping cookies in jars, turning cookies into statues, preventing cookies from leaving this horrendously dull garden of yours, feeding the inhabitants drugged fruits⊠and many other things
âWhat are you talking about you ALL have problem! You, Cinnamon Storm already have control problems with that dumb hivemind?! And of course both of you shadow milks are so incredibly lonely you are obsessed with torturing the ONE cookie who has your other halves!!â
âYou still arenât ok! None of you are?! Just stay here with me and Iâll make you all happy againâŠ! Like old times! I am fine! None of you are fine?!â
âShut up, sugar. We are all fine, you have problems!â
Almost as if on cue, a red furball crawls into view before losing balance and falling forward with a frantic yelp! He looks older than he is, by a lot, but that does not change that he is still a child - more importantly, a child who wants his mother!
He's gotten back up, on the move again! Heading for the jarred Beast with determination! He will get there!... unless someone picks him up, that would definitely stop him.
âSheâs had.. about seven kids in the past. This isnât her first oneâ he was still holding the child, heâs absolutely baffled. âAfter Pavlova was baked and her husband died I thought she would never have another kid.â
âI didnât bake him, I found him! I took him in!â
Shadow milk then snatches the child. âSay how about, since your servants have watched your children before, they watch him right now and we can all go out together on an adult-only-VACATION!!â
A cookie came with a jar, he almost looked like Black Sapphire..
âI got the jar for youâ Silver Crystal huffs, setting it down⊠witches he really just got that thing to them, and wasnât even controlled he just, went and did it,
She starts biting a lot more now! In that time Cinnamon Storm was preparing the jar so it was just the two shadow milks dealing with a very unhappy sugar
you see? you have this WEIIIIRD obssession with trapping people in jars. and it only seems reasonable to assume that you would rethink that idea if you had to be trapped in one for a bit
you have sooo many problems⊠including trapping cookies in jars, turning cookies into statues, preventing cookies from leaving this horrendously dull garden of yours, feeding the inhabitants drugged fruits⊠and many other things
âWhat are you talking about you ALL have problem! You, Cinnamon Storm already have control problems with that dumb hivemind?! And of course both of you shadow milks are so incredibly lonely you are obsessed with torturing the ONE cookie who has your other halves!!â
âYou still arenât ok! None of you are?! Just stay here with me and Iâll make you all happy againâŠ! Like old times! I am fine! None of you are fine?!â
âShut up, sugar. We are all fine, you have problems!â
Almost as if on cue, a red furball crawls into view before losing balance and falling forward with a frantic yelp! He looks older than he is, by a lot, but that does not change that he is still a child - more importantly, a child who wants his mother!
He's gotten back up, on the move again! Heading for the jarred Beast with determination! He will get there!... unless someone picks him up, that would definitely stop him.
âSheâs had.. about seven kids in the past. This isnât her first oneâ he was still holding the child, heâs absolutely baffled. âAfter Pavlova was baked and her husband died I thought she would never have another kid.â
âI didnât bake him, I found him! I took him in!â
Shadow milk then snatches the child. âSay how about, since your servants have watched your children before, they watch him right now and we can all go out together on an adult-only-VACATION!!â
A cookie came with a jar, he almost looked like Black Sapphire..
âI got the jar for youâ Silver Crystal huffs, setting it down⊠witches he really just got that thing to them, and wasnât even controlled he just, went and did it,
She starts biting a lot more now! In that time Cinnamon Storm was preparing the jar so it was just the two shadow milks dealing with a very unhappy sugar
you see? you have this WEIIIIRD obssession with trapping people in jars. and it only seems reasonable to assume that you would rethink that idea if you had to be trapped in one for a bit
you have sooo many problems⊠including trapping cookies in jars, turning cookies into statues, preventing cookies from leaving this horrendously dull garden of yours, feeding the inhabitants drugged fruits⊠and many other things
âWhat are you talking about you ALL have problem! You, Cinnamon Storm already have control problems with that dumb hivemind?! And of course both of you shadow milks are so incredibly lonely you are obsessed with torturing the ONE cookie who has your other halves!!â
âYou still arenât ok! None of you are?! Just stay here with me and Iâll make you all happy againâŠ! Like old times! I am fine! None of you are fine?!â
âShut up, sugar. We are all fine, you have problems!â
Almost as if on cue, a red furball crawls into view before losing balance and falling forward with a frantic yelp! He looks older than he is, by a lot, but that does not change that he is still a child - more importantly, a child who wants his mother!
He's gotten back up, on the move again! Heading for the jarred Beast with determination! He will get there!... unless someone picks him up, that would definitely stop him.
âSheâs had.. about seven kids in the past. This isnât her first oneâ he was still holding the child, heâs absolutely baffled. âAfter Pavlova was baked and her husband died I thought she would never have another kid.â
âI didnât bake him, I found him! I took him in!â
A cookie came with a jar, he almost looked like Black Sapphire..
âI got the jar for youâ Silver Crystal huffs, setting it down⊠witches he really just got that thing to them, and wasnât even controlled he just, went and did it,
She starts biting a lot more now! In that time Cinnamon Storm was preparing the jar so it was just the two shadow milks dealing with a very unhappy sugar
you see? you have this WEIIIIRD obssession with trapping people in jars. and it only seems reasonable to assume that you would rethink that idea if you had to be trapped in one for a bit
you have sooo many problems⊠including trapping cookies in jars, turning cookies into statues, preventing cookies from leaving this horrendously dull garden of yours, feeding the inhabitants drugged fruits⊠and many other things
âWhat are you talking about you ALL have problem! You, Cinnamon Storm already have control problems with that dumb hivemind?! And of course both of you shadow milks are so incredibly lonely you are obsessed with torturing the ONE cookie who has your other halves!!â
âYou still arenât ok! None of you are?! Just stay here with me and Iâll make you all happy againâŠ! Like old times! I am fine! None of you are fine?!â
âShut up, sugar. We are all fine, you have problems!â
Almost as if on cue, a red furball crawls into view before losing balance and falling forward with a frantic yelp! He looks older than he is, by a lot, but that does not change that he is still a child - more importantly, a child who wants his mother!
He's gotten back up, on the move again! Heading for the jarred Beast with determination! He will get there!... unless someone picks him up, that would definitely stop him.
âSheâs had.. about seven kids in the past. This isnât her first oneâ he was still holding the child, heâs absolutely baffled. âAfter Pavlova was baked and her husband died I thought she would never have another kid.â
âI didnât bake him, I found him! I took him in!â
A cookie came with a jar, he almost looked like Black Sapphire..
âI got the jar for youâ Silver Crystal huffs, setting it down⊠witches he really just got that thing to them, and wasnât even controlled he just, went and did it,
She starts biting a lot more now! In that time Cinnamon Storm was preparing the jar so it was just the two shadow milks dealing with a very unhappy sugar
you see? you have this WEIIIIRD obssession with trapping people in jars. and it only seems reasonable to assume that you would rethink that idea if you had to be trapped in one for a bit
you have sooo many problems⊠including trapping cookies in jars, turning cookies into statues, preventing cookies from leaving this horrendously dull garden of yours, feeding the inhabitants drugged fruits⊠and many other things
âWhat are you talking about you ALL have problem! You, Cinnamon Storm already have control problems with that dumb hivemind?! And of course both of you shadow milks are so incredibly lonely you are obsessed with torturing the ONE cookie who has your other halves!!â
âYou still arenât ok! None of you are?! Just stay here with me and Iâll make you all happy againâŠ! Like old times! I am fine! None of you are fine?!â
âShut up, sugar. We are all fine, you have problems!â
Almost as if on cue, a red furball crawls into view before losing balance and falling forward with a frantic yelp! He looks older than he is, by a lot, but that does not change that he is still a child - more importantly, a child who wants his mother!
He's gotten back up, on the move again! Heading for the jarred Beast with determination! He will get there!... unless someone picks him up, that would definitely stop him.
âSheâs had.. about seven kids in the past. This isnât her first oneâ he was still holding the child, heâs absolutely baffled. âAfter Pavlova was baked and her husband died I thought she would never have another kid.â
âI didnât bake him, I found him! I took him in!â
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