I GOT LUCKY!!!! YEAH!! AND THIS WAS BEFORE MY EXAM TODAY SO I TOOK THIS AS A GOOD SIGN AND IT WAS!! I

I GOT LUCKY!!!! YEAH!! AND THIS WAS BEFORE MY EXAM TODAY SO I TOOK THIS AS A GOOD SIGN AND IT WAS!! I FRICKING PASSED IT!

I just noticed after months of my bio saying 18+. That was a typo. I meant 16+. Oops- anyways yeah. 👍 ALSO LOOK AT MY DRAWING OF NIGHTMARE MY LITTLE GUY!

Yes

𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐣𝐢 𝐱 𝐓𝐖𝐒𝐓 [ AU by @oya-oya-okay ☆]

50 posts!

NEW COOKIE I Made! I call her Star Mint cookie!

Lovely

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Stardust Cookie x GN!Reader

TW: None

Word Count: 641

Long before the fallen heroes disappeared from the land of Earthbread, there were legends of a being unlike any witch in existence, but just as benevolent. An entity that could grant powers beyond comprehension to even the smallest cookie, and could crumble even the most powerful, and despite no evidence ever supporting this, this tale had very few skeptics. And he wouldn’t dare to be one of them, but for a being to exist, capable of loving any creature no matter how much darkness plagued their heart, was nothing short of chimerical.

But alas, as he continued his journey through the western sky, attempting to find the wizards that had a hand in creating him, he couldn’t stop thinking about that same being. Perhaps that’s what led him to the infamous Cookie Kingdom, founded by that young gingerbread cookie and his friends. For a cookie so fresh to create something so beautiful was incredible to him.

“So, any cookie is welcome here? Even me?” He asked, looking down at the young cookies beside him.

“Of course!,” Gingerbrave smiled, “There are all kinds of cookies living here now, you’ll find your people here eventually, you just gotta look around a bit.”

It took a lot longer than “a bit.”

Most of the other cookies were uneased by his presence, the only exceptions being the ones who already knew, but the young cookie insisted that he’d find someone eventually. He sat on the swings, berry churro swings Gingerbrave had called them, questioning whether coming here was a good idea at all.

“Hey, you doing okay there?” He looked over to see a cookie standing in front of him, somehow not even slightly intimidated by his existence. “You looked like you could use a friend.”

“Yes, I’m having a bit of trouble in that department. The others here are, unnerved by me.”

“Did Gingerbrave invite you here?” The cookie sat on the swing next to him, “The kid means well, but he probably should’ve eased them into this first. I mean it was a wild day when the ancients first started coming around here. I wish I could have helped a bit with that Stardust.” He gripped the swing chain a bit harder.

“How do you know my name?!”

“Oh right…” They smiled, although he could tell there was something beneath it. “I’m sorry, somebody must’ve told me your name. I’m [Name] if that helps.”

“I suppose it does,” He sighed, “I apologize for my outburst. That was unbecoming of me.”

“Nah it’s alright, I get it. First impressions are always hard, you should’ve seen me when I met Hollyberry for the first time, lost my marbles!” The cookie was very talkative, but he supposed his voyage across the cosmos made him appreciate a good conversation once in a while. Their ramble was cut short by two children approaching them, one a young girl donning pumpkin-themed attire and the other a young boy in a blue jumpsuit and helmet.

“Oh, hey kiddos, you guys need something?”

“We just wanted to ask you to join us, Pom-Pom and I were planning on throwing a party.”

“Yeah!” Gumball Cookie pointed at his gumball cannon, “I’m thinking of helping with the decorations, but I dunno which color gumballs to use.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll come over in a minute. I’m just welcoming our new friend here.”

“That’s okay, they seem like they need you right now.” The cookie smiled at him, gesturing him to follow them as they helped the children.

They ended up deciding on a spring theme, pink and green to signal the beginning of the season. They were so patient with them both, talking to them as though they were their parent. They were such a nurturing soul with a shining aura, almost as though they were-

“Thank you, Baker!”

He stopped.

“I’m sorry WHAT?!”