I got bored fszfjw so here's a strongly memed version of how the Charlotte Fam reacts when Cracker and I tell them that we're gonna have a baby for the first time-
Cracker and Angel:
Custard, who's already prepared to spoil the shit out of the baby (although it's not even close to being born yet):
Big Mom, who's been waiting for this ever since me and Cracker got together:
Oven, excited to be an uncle:
Katakuri (he cheated with his future vision and already knew about it):
Daifuku, who's scared that Cracker won't shut up about the baby for the next couple months:
Perospero, who's mentally already preparing bets among the siblings about what the baby will look like/which parent it'll take after the most:
Smoothie, who's been convinced that Cracker would never reproduce and die as a lonely old man:
[This post is about my selfship and not a general imagine, so please don't reblog it!!!]
Hey Ho Pumpkin❤!!! I hope I made it in time for an opening this once🤣 Mhhhh would it be okay if I selfishly ask for number 23. or 27. of the hug prompt (I can't decide between the two,,, so whatever you'd rather do is absolutely fine with me💜)for me and my Biscuitknight🥺👉👈? If you don't do selfship asks for this opening tho then just Cracker with a female s/o please😋💖! Thank you very much and I hope you get lots of good requests!!!💕
I went with 27! If that’s okay :) I will always write Crachelle for you!!!
Snuggle that big ole cookie!!!
Hug-A-Palooza
27 because your nose fit so well the crook of their neck
Sugar Snap.
Cracker sighed, yawning loudly as he looked at the towering stack of paper on his desk. No matter how many he stamped and signed another pile reappeared quickly. He would never get to go home at this rate. Before it never really bothered him. Home was usually empty but now he had an adorable little cookie waiting for him and a little family of his own. Resting his head on a fist he yawned again. Any motivation he had had worn away from the monotonous paperwork. Slowly he felt himself drifting off to sleep unable to even look at the scattered papers. He opened an eye lazily as a knock at the door brought him out of his daze.
“What is it?!” he snapped, the door was pushed open and a bright smile crossed his face, as his eyes fell upon Michelle who greeted him with a soft smile.
“I thought you might be busy, so I brought you some lunch.” she said crossing the large office to him setting a basket of food on the desk “and I was right to do so.. This is quite the tower.”
Cracker sighed “I’ll be home late.”
“Don’t worry,” she smiled, moving around his desk and opened her arms to him. Cracker blinked and grinned, she knew how to soothe him. Wasting no time, he gently tugged her toward him and she slipped her arms around his thick neck and buried her face into the crook of his neck humming in satisfaction. It was her favourite spot to rest her head during cuddles. Cracker squeezed her tightly, she fit against him so perfectly like puzzle pieces. He smiled as she kissed his neck softly, he trembled from her breath. She was so warm and smelt like fresh biscuits.
This woman will be the death of me..
“Let me know when you’re on your way home and I’ll run you a bath. You’ll need to relax after such a busy day.”
“You spoil me, my sweet little sugar cookie.” Cracker grinned, lifting her onto his lap so hold her closer “No. I won’t be late. I want to spend time with you and our little biscuits” he said planting a kiss to her forehead. “Now how about-”
They both fell silent as a loud grumble echoed through the room. Michelle chuckled at the pink flush of his cheeks “hungry my sweet?” she asked, not really needing to hear his response. She moved from his lap, he growled in response wanting nothing more than to hold her for longer. Opening the basket she set his lunch down on the desk. “Trifle and Eclair added some treats in there for you too.” she added.
“I truly am spoilt aren’t I?” he looked down at the array of food and desserts and grinned wildly “not only my precious wife but my little cupcakes are all baking for me. I couldn’t ask for more.” Cracker reached for the eclair first ignoring the savoury part of the lunch. Michelle chuckled and moved away from his desk “Leaving so soon?”
“If I stay any longer it will only serve to distract you from your work.”
Cracker pouted “But I’m going to be lonely.” he whined. Michelle came back round to him, planting a kiss onto his cheek.
“Then I’ll comfort you later,” she said sternly, wiping a little cream from his lips “the sooner you’re done with work, the sooner you can be home.” Michelle stated simply, kissing him again “I’ll see you later.” she smiled, crossing the room to the door. She glanced over her shoulder “Don’t be too long. I’m lonely without you too.” closing the door behind her and leaving Cracker to his lonely lunch. Cracker’s shoulders shuddered with a deep laugh as she left the room, she was so cautious around him at first and now she scolded him here and there.
A little something I wrote for @one-piece-dumpster-fire in which her self insert gets to meet some of my WCI OCs. I hope you guys enjoy my nonsense and sheesh I was gonna make this all one thing but now there’s gonna be at least two parts ‘cause this shit got loooong *hides*
The sun was just beginning to poke its head above the chocolate covered hills of Biscuit Island as Michelle made her way through the shadowed halls of the Minister’s Manor. The early morning rays cast little more than a pale glow along the floor as they seeped between the heavy velvet curtains. The large home of Charlotte Cracker was eerily still and silent, not a single person seemed to be awake, which is why Michelle had been rather surprised to wake up and find the spot beside her in bed to be noticeably vacant.
She’d quickly gotten up and dressed for the day, deciding sleep would most likely escape her if her fiancé wasn’t lying next to her. It really was very odd for him to be up this early, and Michelle quickly deduced that it had been either Minister of Biscuit duties, Sweet Commander duties or a mixture of both that had dragged him from their bed this early in the morning. Therefore, she decided to pay him a visit since he was probably not in the best of moods if work really had forced him to wake up before even the Homies had begun singing their morning song. This is why Michelle was currently making her way to his office, after stopping in the kitchen to grab some quick breakfast, munching on a biscuit covered in grape jelly as she went.
Despite the darkness of the mansion’s halls, she found her way to Cracker’s office with practiced ease. Michelle scarcely knocked before pushing on the heavy door and slipping inside; her future husband never seemed to mind her dropping in on him like this. She found Charlotte Cracker crouched over his desk with a mountain of paperwork spread out before him and a cup of lukewarm coffee clenched in his fist. His signature broad smile was currently missing and was replaced by a heavy scowl of concentration as he perused what seemed like miles of important documents.
“Good morning.” Michelle stifled a yawn as she made her way over to his desk.
Cracker glanced up at she approached him.
“Sugar Cube, I didn’t wake you, did I?”
“No, I was up with the sun,” Michelle lied, moving around the side of the desk so she could stand beside her fiancé, scarcely reaching his bicep as she stood on tip toe to glance at his mess of paperwork. “What are you working on?”
Cracker snorted. “What aren’t I working on?!” He exclaimed with a rueful smile as he turned towards Michelle, reaching out after a moment to stroke the side of her face. “Thank you for visiting me, my dear. I appreciate it.” He then used his other hand to down the rest of his coffee before standing up from his desk.
“Where are you going?” Michelle asked as he brushed past her.
“I have some business to attend to on the southern part of the island,” Cracker explained as he threw his cape over his shoulders. “I’ll be a while, I’m afraid.”
“That’s alright.” Michelle forced a smile. “I’ll manage without you.”
Cracker chuckled. “I’m happy you understand, sweetheart.”
“Of course,” Michelle then moved over to where Cracker’s sword Pretzel was leaning against the wall and picked it up.
“Thank you,” Cracker took his blade from her and attached it to his hip. “I’ll try to be back by tonight.”
“Alright,” Michelle then leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Be safe. I’ll see you later.”
Cracker’s face was a little pink as he nodded, finally flashing her one of his signature cocky grins. “Of course, love. I’m always careful.” With this slightly callous response, he turned to go, but paused in the doorway. “By the way, one of my sisters is going to be stopping by today.”
Michelle raised an eyebrow, “Oh? Which one?”
“You haven’t met her yet. Her name is Spice. She’s a Sweet Commander like me.”
“Oh!” Michelle vaguely recalled her being mentioned before. “What’s her reason for visiting?”
“She said something about taking you to a party or something.” Cracker seemed to be struggling to remember the details; he was also probably distracted by his pressing Minister duties. “I’m sure she’ll explain when she gets here. Anyways, keep an eye out for her, and I’ll be back before you can say “souffles make terrible earmuffs”.
Michelle giggled at this silly remark as her fiancé gave one last little wave before sweeping out the door, his long magenta cape billowing behind him as he went. Soon enough, he was gone, and his future wife was forced to find some means of preoccupying herself before Cracker’s aforementioned sister arrived with her mysterious objective.
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Michelle eventually found herself in the manor’s library, which was always a slightly overwhelming experience. The second she walked into the room, every book Homie on the shelf would start clamoring all at once: “Read me!” “No! Read me!” “Read me first!”
She would never understand how the old sofa slept through all of it.
Merely looking for a means of entertainment for the time being, Michelle wasn’t really all that picky on what to read. Eventually, she selected a mauve cookbook entitled “1,001 Uses for Margarine” and settled back against the cushions while the furniture snored loudly.
She had just made it to use #27 when a sharp knock on the door made her jump slightly. Michelle glanced up at the door, which looked as surprised as she was.
“Um…Come in?” Michelle offered, but the door did not open. She quickly set the book aside and was just about to get up and open it herself when, out of nowhere, a face suddenly appeared in the center of the door.
“BOO!” the face exclaimed, and Michelle shrieked, throwing her arms over her head and falling off the sofa, which finally woke up with a snort.
The face giggled rather jovially: a wide mouth and big brown eyes were alight with glee beneath short shaggy orange hair. As Michelle watched, astonished, the face was soon accompanied by a neck and then shoulders and then a torso and finally a pair of legs. Next thing she knew, a whole human was floating in the middle of the library. The figure was a young girl to be precise, around Michelle’s age. She had the brightest, most orange hair Michelle had ever seen; it looked like her face was wreathed in fire. It was also full of little hairclips in the shape of candy corn which matched the earrings, rings and necklaces that dotted all around her white round face accented by rosy cheeks and splash of tanned freckles. Her puffy orange sweater dwarfed most of her form but Michelle could still make out a rather curvy figure with a full chest and short, thick legs, the latter of which were clothed in white and yellow striped socks with thick black Mary Jane shoes on her feet. The girl grinned down at the startled Michelle on the floor, hovering near the ceiling like a chandelier, with a smile almost as wide as Cracker’s
“Hiya Michelle!”
The other woman blinked at the sound of her name, the initial shock slowly starting to fade, and she managed to clamber back to her feet. “H-Hello…Are you Spice, by any chance?”
“Yep!” Spice nodded, swooping down to suddenly alight on the ground right in front of Michelle. “I’m Charlotte Spice! Minister of Carnauba, Sweet Commander and twenty-second daughter of Big Mom, Emperor of the Sea.” She suddenly reached out and clasped Michelle’s hands. “It’s so good to finally make your acquaintance, Michelle. Cracker’s told me a lot about you.”
Michelle was still reeling, but her face went a little red from that last remark. “R-Really?”
“You bet! He doesn’t shut up about you, always gushing about how sweet and lovely you are. It’s honestly going to give me diabetes.” Spice laughed at her own joke before suddenly letting go of Michelle’s hands and jumping back into the air. “Now come on! We gotta get a move on or we’re going to be late.”
“Late?” Michelle stammered before her jaw hit the floor as she watched Spice zip back over to the door and phase THROUGH THE WALL without even slowing down. “W-Wait!” she quickly raced after her, thrusting open the door to see Spice was already halfway down the hall.
“Come on, Michelle! You gotta keep up!”
“I-I can’t, really,” Michelle called back, gripping her bad hip as she spoke. “I can’t run very well.”
“Hmm? Oh fudgsicles! That’s right, your hip is bad. Hold on!” Spice flew back over and then picked Michelle up by the waist before she had a chance to argue.
“Whoa!”
“I’ve got you. Don’t worry!”
“W-Where exactly are you taking me?” Michelle asked, clinging to the other girl rather tightly as they flew through the halls.
“I’m taking you to Candy Island! Perospero’s wife is having a little get together, and you were invited!”
“Me?”
“Of course! She and her sisters wanted to meet you before the wedding. After all, you’re going to be family now, right?”
“Oh yeah. Right.” Michelle was a little flattered at the gesture.
Spice suddenly stopped midair, jolting the other woman more than a little and causing her to grab an even bigger fistful of her giant orange sweater. “By the way, do you have a winter coat?”
Michelle blinked in confusion. “I mean yes, but isn’t Candy Island a Summer Island?”
“I mean yeah but…” Spice paused. “It’s a bit hard to explain, but trust me, you’ll want one. Now where is your room?”
“It’s on the top floor by the-WAIT CAN’T WE WALK?” Michelle shrieked as Spice took off again, dragging her through the air before she’d even finished her sentence.
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Now more than a little frazzled but winter coat firmly in hand, Michelle trooped along after Spice as she skipped and weaved her way through the streets of Biscuit Island, her feet seemingly not touching the ground for more than a few seconds. Michelle had insisted they walk to the harbor, and she was grateful that Spice had agreed to slow down a little and let the other girl get her bearings (and hopefully fix her awfully windblown hair that she was currently combing her fingers through). Despite her annoyance at zipping around the Biscuit Manor like an overly caffeinated hummingbird, Michelle couldn’t help but let her eyes continuously wander to Spice’s feet hovering a good few inches off the ground.
“Hey Spice, can I ask you something?”
“Hmm? Sure. What is it, Michelle?” the other woman glanced back at her, her orange hair looked even brighter in the morning sunlight.
“Your powers are from a Devil Fruit, right?’
At her question, Spice’s large enthusiastic smile quickly returned. “Yep! The Human-Human Fruit, Model: Poltergeist, to be exact.”
“Poltergeist?!” Michelle was a little shocked. She couldn’t help but remember those creepy stories her father used to tell her and her little brother while they huddled together on the bed in his cabin, trembling with frightened delight. “As in a ghost?”
“Of course! One of those creepy apparitions that makes things go bump in the night!” Spice wiggled her fingers teasingly. “I’ll show you my Devil Fruit’s full form sometime if you ever wanna see something really terrifying.”
“I think I’ll pass.” Michelle replied.
By that point, the two young women had reached the docks at the very edge of Biscuit Island.
“And here she is!” Spice announced, flying a little higher into the air as she spread her arms wide. “Isn’t she scrumptious?!”
Michelle looked on at a cute little sailboat that was resting at the end of the dock. It was painted bright orange with pitch black sails and looked almost as though it had been carved out of a squash or, dare she say, a pumpkin. This was further emphasized by the figurehead Homie which was in fact a Jack O’ Lantern that had an almost menacing grin. It cackled at seemingly everything as golden flames bloomed from its eyes and mouth.
“Oh wow!” Michelle was indeed impressed, if a little creeped out.
“She’s called the Peter Midnight, and she’s all mine!” Spice declared proudly.
Michelle was about to tell her that the ship was indeed quite cool, but words escaped her almost immediately when a second Spice suddenly appeared standing on the edge of the ship’s railing, grinning down at her.
“Welcome aboard, Michelle! We’ll be casting off soon!”
Michelle blinked in astonishment, her eyes quickly flipping between the first Spice she’d been talking to already, who was still floating in the air above the boat, and the second spice standing on the dock.
“Captain Spice!” the first Spice called to her double as she landed beside her, proving there were indeed two and they were seemingly identical. “Is the ship in tip top shape?”
“Sure thing, Commander Spice. We’re ready when you are!”
Michelle couldn’t take much more of this. “Excuse me, WHAT?!”
Both Spices looked her way and quickly broke into identical laughter. “Don’t worry, Michelle, it’s just a soul projection.” The first Spice casually explained, waving her hand through the second version of her who quickly faded in and out of focus slightly like a mirage. “It’s another side effect of my Devil Fruit. Pretty cool, huh?”
“That’s one way to put it,” Michelle grumbled from under her breath.
“Ready on your command, Captain Spice!” A third Spice called from the rigging of the sails.
“All set on our end as well, Commander Spice!” called a fourth from the helm.
“I can see gummy dolphins!” yelled a fifth from the crow’s nest. This one was holding a telescope.
The first Spice, the real one Michelle supposed, clapped her hands. “Ok everyone! Enough fooling around! Let’s get a move on!”
With that, all of the soul projection Spices got to work casting off the ship from the docks of Biscuit Port.
After another moment to get her bearings, Michelle was helped aboard by another soul projection while the figurehead continued to cackle gleefully.
“Hard to port, Helmswoman Spice! Let’s set out for Candy Island!” the first Spice called out, pointing in the direction she wanted the ship to go. At her command, the Spice at the helm turned the wheel and the ship cut a neat path through the waves and out into the open sea that surrounded the Tottoland. Archipelago.
Michelle gripped the side of the ship, feeling the familiar sensation of the ocean air washing over her entire body. She closed her eyes, soaking in the nostalgic feeling as the cool breeze whipped through her hair.
“Hey Michelle!” She opened her eyes to see the real Spice hovering towards the bow of the ship, waving to her frantically. “Watch this! It’s really going to knock your socks off.”
“Uh…Ok!” Michelle called back.
Spice grinned at her. “Hold on tight.”
The other woman didn’t need to be told twice, her grip on the edge of the ship tightening almost immediately.
Spice then floated down to land on the Jack O’ Lantern figurehead, placing her hands palms down on the top. Michelle watched, almost transfixed, as she closed her eyes in a moment of concentration. A second later, Spice’s eyes snapped open, and a shiver went down Michelle’s spine as she saw that they were nearly completely blacked out save her irises which were now a brilliant yellow. A kind of shadow seemed to pass around the Peter Midnight and all of the Spice soul projections gained the same creepy eyes as the original. A curious golden light suddenly appeared on Spice’s hands and seeped into the figurehead of her ship. It sent a ripple effect throughout the entire boat like when a person skips a stone on water. In an instant, the ship gave a great lurch and suddenly shot out of the harbor of Biscuit Island at a ridiculously dizzying speed.
Michelle let out a shout of surprise as she clung to the side of the ship which was now bouncing almost on top of the waves, cruising through the melon juice water with the ease of a warm knife through butter. Its speed was impressive to say the least, at this rate, they would reach Candy Island in less than an hour!
“You good?!” Michelle glanced up to see Spice had left the figurehead and was hovering directly above her, shouting over the sound of her boat cutting through the tumultuous sea of the New World.
“Yeah!” Michelle called back. “How did you do that?”
“This boat is powered by my soul,” Spice explained, easily sitting on the edge of the ship beside Michelle as if her boat’s sudden increase in speed hardly affected her. “That’s how it’s able to go so fast!”
“So, the ship is a Homie?!” Michelle asked.
Spice nodded. “In a way, yeah. That’s one of the reasons my mother made me a Sweet Commander. Our powers are remarkably similar to one another.”
Michelle nodded. That made sense. “What’s your bounty by the way?” she called over the wind. She knew all of the Sweet Commanders had high bounties. Cracker was rather proud of how big his was.
“I’m hovering around a billion last time I checked.” Spice replied, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “Although I’m not sure. I know that it’s higher than Smoothie’s but not as big as Katakuri’s. It’s been a while since I’ve left Totto Land though.”
Michelle’s eyes were huge. “Your bounty is really that big?!”
Spice shrugged. “Compared to some other people’s, it’s pretty standard.”
“Yeah but-” Michelle paused, thinking of something. “Why is your bounty so high if you say you don’t leave Totto Land much?”
Spice sighed. “I used to leave more often when I was younger, go on raids and the like. My mother trained me personally; she was always impressed with my Devil Fruit powers, so I got very strong, very young.”
Michelle nodded. That would explain why she was a Sweet Commander even though she was noticeably younger than the others.
“But things are different these days. Mama’s cravings happen a lot more frequently than they used to. They’re a lot more…violent, more unpredictable. I have to stay on Whole Cake Island and manage things…as much as I can.”
As Michelle looked on, she saw something like a shadow pass over Spice’s normally bright face, like the ghost of something she’d rather not speak about. The other woman was curious about it but knew better than to ask. Regardless, as soon as those darker thoughts crossed Spice’s mind, they vanished once more, and she was back to her usual cheerful self.
“Anyways! I’m excited for you to meet everyone. Today is going to be so fun!”
Michelle agreed, nodding eagerly. “And I’m grateful to Perospero’s wife for inviting me.”
“Her name is Winter by the way,” Spice added. “And her sisters are Crystal and North.”
Michelle nodded, scrunching her nose as she tried to remember.
Spice laughed at the face she made. “Get used to it. There’s a lot of names you’ll need to keep track of in this family.”
The other woman gave her a slightly overwhelmed smile. “You’ve got that right.”
“I guess I should also mention that they’re members of the Farfallen race, by the way,” Spice added. “I don’t know if you’ve ever encountered those people before.”
Michelle arched an eyebrow. “Really? And I have before, once or twice.”
“One more thing,” Spice’s expression suddenly got serious again, which made Michelle pay attention. “When you meet Winter, just keep in mind. It’s not you. Okay?”
“Um…What exactly do you mean?”
“Just…” Spice grimaced. “It’s difficult to explain. Just keep that mind, alright? It’s not anything you did.”
“Okay…?” Michelle trailed off, her gaze wandering out to the sea that was frantically zipping by them on all sides, no longer certain if she should be worried or not.
WHOOP WHOOP- I wanna try and drop in a request for once hehe xD Since I'm a thirsty little Biscuithoe, would some headcanons for Cracker's young and inexperienced girlfriend attempting to give him a bj be okay🙈🤣? Would he try to guide her? Or take control...? Is there... dirty talk involved😏? Höhöhö sorry sorry I'm thirsty xD Love you Miho💖💞
SOMEONE IS DIRTY HERE?! 👀💜 Anything for you my sweet lovely friend!! 😤😤😤💜 I'm always glad to please your Cracker's thirst!! 🔥
Long live to Crachelle! 💜🔥
Warning : NSFW
Cracker :
• Cracker is more than excited that you want to please him in your sexual relationship. He's always willing to have sex, of course, but blowjob are the little treat he truly adores. Just thinking about it makes him definitely hard, but he wouldn't want to rush you
• From time to time, you feel his stare whenever you lick at something, for example an ice-cream, he throws you that devilish look. He knows that you would be awesome with your tongue skills, and it makes you blush deeply because you know what he has in mind
• So the day you slowly stuttering that you want to try and... put your mouth down there, he almost needs the urge to cum right away, in the middle of your making-out session. He's all thrilled, but he manages to control himself, his grin growing wild as you kneels in front of him
• Cracker is at first all tender. He grips your hair and helps you tying them above your head, as you slowly push his pants down to reveal his more than erect manhood. He's all purring, excited, encouraging to give a few licks in order to get used to the sensation
• You know you're doing right when he starts to chuckle, a long moan escaping from his throat while you start to bob your head. He believes that you're able to find your own pace, but sometimes, he reminds you to breath through your nose and not to take too much at once... he doesn't want you to gag for now
• He purrs many sweet nonsenses while he feels your pace getting bolder, his back all covered in goosebumps, his hands brushing your hair tenderly. He can't help but tell you how much he loves you. How much he loves that. He's really encouraging and he likes what he sees between his legs.
• He might even ask you to adjust a bit your position so he can touch yourself while you keep going, his hips sometimes bucking upwards, the head of his length meeting the back of your throat. He immediately apologizes, and purrs that you can take a break whenever you want
• When Cracker feels that his nirvana is coming, your soft moans echoing in the house, he starts to really let himself go. He talks to you really dirty, whimpering that you're amazing, that he loves to see his cock disappearing inside of your sweet little mouth, that you're good at milking him like this... It makes you blush deeply, and it's enough for him to put him at the edge of his sweet end
• Cracker growls and asks you if he can come inside, because he highly wants you to keep his seed in your throat and taste him. It feels just so hot. So if you allow him, Cracker would come in desperate spurts, his moans and groans escorting his hips while he closes his eyes and frowns. It was amazing and he loved every second of it
• As an attentive partner, you better be sure that Cracker will immediately check on you, purring that you were incredible and perfect. He thanks you while he's not afraid to kiss you, ignoring his own taste on your lips. He's so proud of you, he wants to reward you... so of course, Cracker crawls on the top of you, whispering that now... it's time for you to come as well
Hhhhh once again I'm super late to the husband talk, but of course I gotta drop by and give my two cents about my Biscuithubby😌❤! Cracker as husband is very protective and caring, but also a little possessive and selfish from time to time. His wife is all his and everyone should know that👀 Not that I'd mind though x"D (1/2)
CUTE 🥺🥺🥺🥺 Crachelle is the top tier ship of all ships, Oda should make it canon at this point 😤 you two are just so stinking adorable and I love your sweet lil family!! You can tell Cracker is absolutely smitten for you and your kids what a good family man! 😭😭
I bet the babies look so tinyyyyy in that lil carrier on his chest omg!
It is very chilly where I live and my parents always made us wear thick coats for trick or treating that hid our awesome costumes. How would you and Cracker handle a particularly cold Halloween without disappointing your kiddos and their awesome costumes?
(If I was supposed to wait for a box opening, just ignore this!)
You don't have to wait for a request opening to send your adorable Biscuitbunch questions dear, don't worry (ಥ﹏ಥ)!!! The askbox is always open for this❤
And as usual, Cracker's responses will be written in purple and mine in bold~
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Okay, that's actually a good question! A very good question... right- so Biscuithubby, what would we do if it gets cold on Halloween?
This is really quite embarrassing.... Truth be told, I don't think we've ever even considered that scenario up until now...
Well, I know that I definitely wouldn't want to ruin the kids' hard work by making them wear something that'll cover up their costumes- not to mention that the only sweaters we have are those weird holiday sweaters your Mom and sisters shower us with every Christmas!
...True, but I don't want my children to get sick or catch a cold either! There has to be some sort of alternative solution... mh, perhaps they could alter their costumes into something that has more layers and offers more warmth?
I'm afraid it's too late for that already- Halloween is right around the corner and their costumes are all ready to go...
Then what else are we supposed to do to protect them from the cold?!
I don't know!
Well, I don't know either!
Okay okay, so what if!!!! We sew some woll patches into the insides of their costumes. That oughta keep the babies nice and warm, right?
Don't be ridiculous, Sugar Cookie! Sewing woll patches into their outfits?! That would never work!
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....Or would it?
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Eventually, after a long discussion about the use of woll patches, we came to a conclusion: The kids will wear some thick undershirts and warm pantyhoses underneath their costumes in case it gets cold! Additionally, they all have to take along a bag with an emergency winter jacket while going trick or treatin'.
