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Okay I’m thinking again. New au? Story idea? Based off asks.

Healer Cookie had a thing with Doughael (just cause why not). He left he arrives at the raisin village a few weeks later and he begins to feel super nauseous and he realizes he’s a month pregnant. The brave trio shows up he regained his memories and now he’s back at war and he’s pregnant and he doesn’t know what exactly to do.

I mean, you’re the leader of the ancient heroes in a sense you guide them and you have to make up for your past in his words you can’t just sit around and do nothing but you make sure to be prepared you pack medical essentials in case something happens and you go to beast yeast.

The jester is now obsessed with Pure Vanilla and targeting him and his unborn baby. But it turns out Shadow Milk has a deep obsession for understanding and what better way than to be all over his pregnancy. In the spire he plays his hands on recluse belly even as he’s slapped away. He acts all like “a little secret? A new character to enter the world.”

He doesn’t even like kids he just wants to keep pure vanilla under his thumb.

He feels a weird sense of urgency in possession since someone else had time with vanilla obliviously.

#splotch yaps #shadowvanilla #nilla accidentally pregnant au?#splotchy silly fics #doughhealer #healerdough #doughnilla

My Angel - Dougnilla old thing i wrote during the Doughael update- Olddd and unfinished maybe i’ll finish it-

The summary is doughale and nilla reuniting sex…

How long has it been? Months? Years? Decades? Time seemed to never answer. Only an endless loop of floating within the rift listening to the screams of the truth seeking souls. Souls of former cookies converged into a scared apparition reaching out towards the godly witches. They had been terrified of the sight beforehand but soon the fear melted away, the tidings of realization sank in. Cookiekinds existence was for consumption for the Godly Creators.

The intensity of such a sight should’ve set a sense of dread within the High Forkbearer. And it had first but it settled inside morphing into a humorous appeal.

The vision bestowed upon them ushered in a moment of peace. Yes it was wretched, and sorrowful to see how insignificant their kind was. How every thought or action they took, every belief they made was nothing in the end.

The idea of living was a waste, incomplete.

Cookies weren’t meant to be alive at all, were not intended to grow and live.

Nothing but edibles for their gods.

All of High Forkbearer’s life had been nothing but a falsehood. All their desires and aspirations, they’re cherished memories. They’re only love. It was all a deluded dream of sentient dough.

The only fate they held their beliefs in something far beyond than the pathetic light the Crème Republic worshipped. They had been right. Oh yes. Forsaken all those years ago casted aside at a young age for questioning the light they were made to believe in. Assaulted by those that should’ve cared for them.

They had felt worthless…useless. Nothing but a bastard of a child that should’ve never existed in the first place. Been forced to listen to preaches of a so-called Light. What Pure light? What magical light could be so blessed could ever grace them? All the light had done for them was be a constant reminder of how much of a mistake they were.

And so they had thought. Thought of these higher beings. The Witches. They’re creators. Why would they believe in this light? The witches were their creators. Surely the creators were the truth. Bring a fulfillment to their useless life. And so they had begun to preach. Preach of a new gospel. The truth of the godly creators. And soon cookies began to approach, feeling the same out of place nature as they had.

But soon their peacefulness of spreading the good news had been diminished by the republic being called blasphemous for praising this truth, instead of the light. The small group of missionaries had been mocked, assaulted and beaten. They had fled from the republic that day, misfits and victims.

But oh how the smugness of satisfaction gave out dwindling deep inside of them seeking desperation for acceptance. They’re truth of life is bittersweet in a sense showing that their own turmoil was foolish, that they’re yearning for belonging was a mistake of selfish ambition. They were nothing but a clump of dough for harvesting. All Cookies were.

And here they were finally feeling content for the first time. While they were still nothing, at least they had a purpose now.

But even then…

The thoughts still tying them to mortality echoed through in their continued descent. Depressing, miserable thoughts. And then the sweet memories of finding temporary belonging. A small smile of greedy happiness sank over them, the aching feeling of yearning washing forth even if they tried to block it out. Selfish for thinking of themselves when they were basking in the truth.

Awful for having these comforting thoughts of missing a clump of dough. They shouldn’t be thinking this. But they couldn’t help it. They were so lonely. So very sad and missing all their followers, and when they had found him.

Especially him…almost making them feel alive. The one who had broken them beyond repair departing.

Their dear Healer Cookie.

The only cookie that made them feel more than their cause. Healer was their deepest sin. Something that grounded them from their journey to find the truth. A small tear dripped down their fear stricken face as they reminisced over the special moment they met him.

It had only been a few months since they had escaped from the Crème Republic. Wandering along the cliffs edges of the Crème Mountains, they walked aimlessly, feeling lost but regardless they kept going forward. Maybe finding purpose in Earthbread without the oppression of the Republic.

They lived within the caverns of the caves, praying every night. High Forkbearer would spread the gospel of their grand creators.

“For they shall save us from the shackles of our lives. No longer will we be lost wanderers. The godly creators will take us in hand and show us our true glorious purpose.” They would chant every night.

It seemed almost like an empty promise. Echoing off the cave walls to hopeful cookies seeing them as their eminence. But the words uttered from their mouth only left a hopelessness resonating deeply.

The pilgrim had begun to doubt in finding any hope. It seemed every day they would just travel trying to find an answer. They spiraled. Praying obsessively for a hint of the truth. Wanting to find something to make them feel like they have meaning. That they weren’t the product of adultery. That they weren’t just some abandoned orphan left upon the church doorstep being called a mistake.

That they could be worthy. And it seemed fate would be kind enough to lend ear to traveling cookies who would hear the words of their message. And soon even join.

Wielding their blessed staff in hand they lead throughout Earthbread gathering new companions. Soon forming a circle called the St. Pastry, with them leading the way for their brothers and sisters in worship.

High forkbearer leading forth in their mission of soon finding the witches they believed full heartily. To join them and finally see their true purpose.

But one day…they saw him.

They had been traveling within the forest looking for seeds for the crops they planted and had started growing with so many new members joining it meant more mouths feed which they were fine with!! The more to spread their cause the merrier.

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