The Cookie of Truth?

doodling some bs

𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐃!

⏾⋆.˚ ORIGINAL FOOL BASED CHARACTER! NARRATED BY DOVE!

⏾⋆.˚ CURRENT FANDOMS: CRK AND FANDOMLESS FANTASY!

⏾⋆.˚ ENJOY THE SHOW ~ !

Applies ATTRACTION: Repulsive | Unattractive | Average | Attractive | God Help Me TRUST: Trust To Be A Problem | Warrants Caution | Average | Reliable | Trust With My Life RESPECT: Worthy Of Disrespect | Deserves No Respect | Hadn't Earned Any Special Respect | More Respected Than Most | Highest Respect INTEREST: I'd Rather Watch Paint Dry | Distinctly Uninteresting | No Idea Yet | Interesting | I Must Learn More! PRACTICAL SKILLS: Blunder Factory | Antitalent In Many Things | Average | Skilled In Many Things | Master SOCIAL SKILLS: Disaster | Weirdo | Normal | You Should Speak | Silver Tongue KNOWLEDGE SKILLS: Dummy | Knows A Few Things | Average | Expert | Walking Library COMBAT SKILLS: Weakling | Half-Decent | Equal | I Can Learn From You | Unmatched WEALTH: Pauper | Poor | Seems Average | Wealthy | Filthy Rich

Maybe, Very, Absolutely Not YOU ARE: Brave | Strong | Kind | Scary | Unsettling | Secretive | Stubborn | Naïve | Strange | Lovely | Insecure | Genius | Misguided I WOULD: Fight | Spar | Protect | Help | Kill For | Learn From | Date | Sleep With | Hire | Kill | Sacrifice Myself For YOU ARE MY: Enemy | Rival | Friend | Family | Love/Crush | Most Important

𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐃𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄. selective && partially headcanon based SILENT SALT COOKIE of cookie run kingdom ;; as knighted by MARBLE ( it / they, 21+ )

𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃. multimuse sideblog: @cookieultima.

𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒

" HEAVY IS THE HEAD THAT WEARS THE CROWN. "

Not the answer they had expected. At all.

Timekeeper blinked at that, head tilting a clock-tick to the left. For some reason she had expected him to ask for a second chance. A shift of the fates that they had endured to have a better ending. For occasional… company. Huh.

“You surprise me, you know?” they commented, leaning against the sonic embroider to appear as though she was lounging on it. “I expected a do over kinda request. I get those a lot.” a beat, good eye trained on the faerie, chin propped up on a curled, gloved hand.

Information regarding the time before Earthbread? How peculiar. Almost like he knew they’d been trying to break past that barrier to get to see these so-called Witches. Perhaps he’d seen their attempts, or in the very least; had a feeling about it. Insatiable creature they were; Timekeeper wasn’t one to call it quits.

[ Cont. ]

“Oh, perfect! I was gettin’ sooooo BORED.”

Before he could even finish ‘me’, Eve had already snapped her fingers. All of the pent up magic erupted in a dreamy haze speckled with moons and stars — and now, Black Sapphire was a lavender colored sheep.

“Ooooo, look at yooooou ~ ! Lil’ bah bahs ~ ! BlAAAAHck Sapphire ~ !”

Emphasis on the ‘baa’ in ‘black’.

Really? A sheep? He was so bat-coded though! Though he supposed it did fit her own aesthetic. Fine.

He was mostly as described, a lavender wooded sheep but the wool around his chest was missing, instead there was a purplish black crystalline “scar” there instead.

He stomped a little hoof and huffed in annoyance, before giving her a gentle headbutt, “Baaah.”

The little hoof stomp and bleat had her squealing in delight, promptly scooping him up like a cat and holding him out at arm’s length.

“N’AWWWW, BAH BAH BLACK SHEEP ~ ! You’re mine now, you’re comin’ with me. I’m gonna dress you up in the frilliest of dresses and put makeup on you and make you the prettiest pink princess ~ !”

Oh no, she’s already making her way back to the spire.

He was about to absorb her magic but paused. Was this really any worse than Candy Apple’s mischief?

This was an opportunity to learn something about her. That was the point of playing along in the first place, after all.

And pink he shall be.

Eve hummed as she plopped the sheep down, getting to work on dressing him in princess dresses, tiaras, pigtails, all the girly sorts. Blush was applied to lavender cheeks in big, pink blobs, and even hot pink lipstick on the sheep lips.

“Pink sapphire suits you better now,”

She giggled, pulling out a haircing tube in the brightest, neon pink.

“You don’t mind if I dye your wool, riiiiight ~ ? I can’t promise it’ll still be black haircing when you come to, but…you don’t mind? Say ‘baaah’ if you don’t miiiind ~ .”

What was not tolerable was the threat to his haircing. No one except Master Shadow Milk was allowed to touch his haircing.

With a strange little whooshing sound, the sheep form was drawn into the crystalline scar on his chest. The makeup and dress stayed - the pigtails fell out as his shorter hair simply would not support them, “I mind. No one touches my haircing.”

“Everythang here is so…nice.”

Not chaotic. No, this spire is polished, well kept, and has a comforting essence to it. Very unlike the past spire that could effortlessly break one’s mind with the amount of unfathomable discord.

Eve almost feels unwelcome here — would she ruin it? Somehow break all the mirrors by simply gazing at her reflection? Or even worse — what if she stared back at the deceit riddled version of herself and this was all but a fleeting reprieve of whatever nightmarish reality she was trapped in?

It was better not to dwell upon such existential woes.

“Uhm…f-forgive me, my liege, shall I fetch you anythang while I’m here? I feel awfully out of place after…well. The things I did.

…Right, uhm — Tea? Entertainment? I may hold more responsibility now, but I assure you, I have never lost my spark for foolishness! I can do tricks! I’m not borin’! I promise!”

I’m useful. I promise.

But then he heard her voice.

Despite his best efforts to quash the Spire’s habit of warping time and space he had accepted that chaos was a part of him. Lately it had drawn in those who needed him and his guidance… and based on what this cookie was saying, she definitely needed some guidance. And not just because she was lost.

He was so kind. Merciful.

She didn’t deserve such niceties. Such kindness after all the atrocities she had committed. Under the influence or not, Eve still followed through with them.

The full sight of him only made her more intimidated, instinctually taking a step back in a cowering position rather than the regal posture.

“Liege of Truth, I am unworthy to behold your presence — I have done awful thangs, Great Truth, awful thangs…I don’t deserve this luxury. I deserve to be jailed for an eternity.”

The fable places both palms on the floor, pressing her forehead to his feet.

“Not that I don’t deserve the respect, but this is a smidge much, even for me,” He remarked, folding his legs beneath him and not quite settling on the floor.

Timekeeper said nothing, still studying the tree branches in thought. Why should she grant another request? It was already precarious, entertaining his previous question. The balance was threatened enough with this knowledge, with the acknowledgement that Time itself had bent a rule by giving away information of future events.

They grinned this time, razor sharp as they hopped onto their sonic embroider to lounge in the air lazily.