#potentially??

Firstly, even design wise, Eternal Sugar Cookie and Pure Vanilla Cookie are the only bare-foot characters in their respective ancient/beast groups. (Look at the way they present themselves too, one hand raised and the other holding their significant object as their hover/fly)

Both are capable of flying, albeit one without wings and one with wings (cuz features of the beasts got swapped with the ancients and GC got the wings)

Both come off as the "Friendly/Easy to approach" ones of their respective groups

Both their kingdoms are floating

Both wear almost fully white robes/dresses (often associated with purity)

Both have been shown dealing with babies

We all know Pure Vanilla Cookie is based off on Jesus + Moses, Eternal Sugar Cookie has heavy influence from Biblical Angels

Even in their title screens, they hold things very similarly

Perhaps better seen here:

Both their kingdoms were regarded as "Paradise" in their own way

Now this is a bit speculative BUT even Eternal Sugar Cookie has heavy incorporation of snakes in her design just as Pure Vanilla Cookie is big in white lilies.

Snakes in Eternal Sugar Cookie's association:

Perhaps a reference to a certain Jester hmm? (It even has blue colours incorporated!)

White lilies in Pure Vanilla Cookie's association:

And we already know Pure Vanilla Cookie loves White Lily Cookie, could it be that Eternal Sugar Cookie loves Shadow Milk Cookie?

Basically if PV x WL is Robstar from Teen Titans then SM x ES is basically RobRae. Or a verse where evil PV and evil HB fell in love... And RobRae is canon in the evil verse of TT03 (Teen Tyrants verse) so could it be a similar situation? Just like them PV and HB see eachother platonically but maybe when evil they date?

Highly speculative ik but very interesting I believe as idt this is a coincidence

They even have angels in eachother's design

i’m interested in exploring the soft side of collie lol

what if collie was bullied as a kid? like, he made friends when he was little, but befriended the wrong people and had those people throw him under the bus whenever it was convenient for them? and that kept happening all throughout his high school years? my thought is that he's a naturally friendly guy--outgoing with his family and loved ones--who wants to have friends, but doesn't really trust anyone, at least not at first, because he doesn't usually click with anyone

that's why he developed a quote-unquote "sailor's mouth," and a sharp outer layer--and why he snaps easily

but then, towards the end of the walk, he saw the kindness in all the boys (except barkovitch, but he's always the exception), and decided that, if he was going to die, he wanted to die with the group he never got to have as a kid. so he laughed with them and sang with them (did a lil dance with art baker, if i've heard correctly??) and let himself be a part of the circle

idk, call me crazy (or stupid lol), but i was just wondering if this could be a possibility. let me know what you think!!

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BABYSITTER AU ALWAYS HITS SO CRAZYYYY

He feels so fucking gross like… his wife hired you— you’re working for them because you need a job while you’re in college, and he’s leering at you like a fucking perv.

You’re swimming in the pool with Lily when he gets home and you just giggle and wrap yourself in a towel and say you lost track of time, sorry! And god, just the mental image of you in a wet swimsuit is jerkoff material for the next fucking month.

You’re everywhere— he feels like he’s going crazy. You leave a spoon that you ate ice cream with on the counter and he’s slipping it between his lips, sucking on it like he can taste your spit there, even though all he can taste is metal. Blankets thrown carelessly across the couch smell like you— your perfume and deodorant. On one particularly desperate night, he cums with his face buried into the fabric, practically huffing your scent.

He’s gross, he hates that you’ve made him this way. He’s had plenty of other young, pretty babysitters hired before, but none of them do this to him. None of them fuck with his head this severely.

It all comes to a head when he gets home late one night after a charity function for underprivileged tennis players. Tashi’s away with Patrick, coaching him through the qualifiers for Roland Garros, which leaves him alone. Lily’s asleep when he peeks into her room— tucked in perfectly snug, surrounded by three of her favorite plushies.

But you… he can’t find you anywhere. It’s not until he steps into his bedroom that he hears it— the shutter of a phone camera, a girlish giggle. He steps into the bathroom and sees your shadow dancing across the marble floor, then sees a dress dropped into a heap in the doorway.

When he steps into the closet, you shriek in surprise, holding a hand to your chest. “Fuck— Mr. Donaldson, this isn’t—“ you stop talking, eyes wide, breathing in short, nervous pants.

You’re wearing Tashi’s lingerie. Tashi’s jewelry. The dress heaped on the floor is the one his wife wore to speak at the Stanford Commencement a few months prior. It’s cute— you’re playing dress up as his wife— but it sets an uncomfortable heat blooming in his stomach.

“Turn around,” he says, letting his eyes roam over your figure. You look pretty in lingerie that nice, that expensive. It’s got to be worth more than your fucking car payment.

“Mr. Donaldson—“ you stammer, shy now that you’ve been caught. He nods and you obey, biting down on your pouty bottom lip as you turn slowly for him.

“Take it off.” You quickly slip off the jewelry— the diamond earrings, the necklace, the rings, the Rolex. You drop it onto the vanity table and stare down at the floor. “All of it.”

He watches the bob of your throat as you swallow hard. Your gaze flicks over him quickly, lingering at the evident bulge in his fancy trousers. You obey, standing a little straighter, putting yourself on display for him as you unclasp the bra, let it fall to the floor.

Your nipples are already pebbled with arousal, and you slowly drag your hands over them, playing with them while Art watches. Art swallows hard as your hands trail down to toy with the waistband of the panties before you slip them down your legs.

“Hand them to me.” You’re trembling as you reach down and grab them, taking nervous steps forward before you place them into his open palm. He swallows hard, feeling the way your arousal has already soaked through the fabric.

Your feet are fidgeting where you stand— toes curling and uncurling into the plush carpet in the closet. “Does trying on Tashi’s clothes make you wet?”

“No, sir,” you answer quickly.

“Then what?”

You blink shyly, sweetly up at him. “Pretending I’m your wife does.” Jesus fucking Christ. “Imagining in her, that you’re going to come home from a busy night and stuff me full of cum. You know this set still had the tags on it? If I were her I’d wear things like this every n—”

He grabs your jaw hard, silencing you with a squeeze. “Stop fucking talking. I’m trying to— I’m trying to be decent.”

Decent. It’s laughable. You’re stripped naked before him on his orders. He’s holding panties you drenched with your arousal in his other hand, and all he can think is how bad he wants to taste them— taste you.

“Don’t.” You say, blinking up at him. “Don’t be decent.”

He releases your jaw, and you’re on your knees in an instant. Your hands work his belt, and he doesn’t move to stop you. He lets you pull it from the loops, undo the button and zip of his pants and push them down his thighs.

“I’ll stop,” you say as you pepper a soft kiss to his thigh. “Tell me to.”

He swallows, then groans as you palm his dick through the briefs he wears, tracing the length of him in your hand. He doesn’t want you to fucking stop.

And why would he want you to stop when you swallow him down so perfectly? Exactly how he knew you would. You’re blinking up at him with your lips wrapped around his cock, moaning at the taste of him.

He thought you’d be sweet and innocent, but you’re taking him deeper, spit spills from the sides of your mouth as you take him into your throat. Don’t even fucking gag at all, just breathe through your nose and lave your tongue along the underside of his dick, tracing along the vein there.

You moan around him when he grabs a fistful of your hair, holds you in place while he fucks into the wet heat of your mouth. You just take it, even as his full balls slap against your chin with every thrust, as his cockhead knocks against the back of your throat.

He can’t take that anymore. He bends you over Tashi’s vanity, makes you watch yourself in the mirror as he splits you open on his cock. You mewl, eyes rolling back. “Fuck, Mr. Donaldson— you’re so big, feel so good—“ you cry out, a dopey, pleased smile on your face.

He hooks two fingers in your mouth to shut you up as he pounds into your cunt, forcing little squeaks and muffled cries from your mouth. God, your pussy is so perfect— soaking wet, tight as a fucking virgin even though he knows you’re not one— not by a fucking long shot.

He should’ve known. Pretty college girl begging for a job, taunting him with your pretty body, flirting with him any chance you got. He should’ve smelled the daddy issues on you and turned you away. Tashi should have.