#spree cookie

Say hello to the biggest set images I have ever fucking made in my life

From Ashimadu

From VinnyBox

Left to right/top to bottom: From Floramau, ChampiVenao, TASS3L,  TheGarnetDawn, and kigociArt

From SketchyEmi (this one was a Christmas gift a friend got me!)

From popfizzles

Did the 6 character fanart thing!!!

@passion-flower-tea-cookie @sickly-sweet-cookies @scarletrupee @ask-funnel-cake-cookie @askcranberrycookie

"Such a funny cookie...!"

“There is no place I know, to compare with pure imagination. Living there, you'll be free If you truly wish t̸̎͜ơ̷̲̟̊̃̓̀͜ ̴̠̺̳̗̂͗b̴̝̺̐́̌e̴͔͖̩̫̖͆̀͘̕ ...”

Spree looks up from the treat he’s... well, he’s doing something to it, something between eating it and making it as he squirts the pastel pink frosting that’s clearly meant for the cookies on the counter directly into his mouth. He holds your gaze for a moment b̴̹̈e̵͎̎f̸̫̋o̵̐͜r̶̘̄-̸̻̀

Spree looks up from the treat he’s making it, apron tied neatly around his waist as he carefully dollops little designs onto the cookies he’s got resting on the counter before him. He perks up curiously at your question and takes a second to dust his hands off before he leans forward to answer you.

“I know a lot about space, some might even say a surprising amount. Some might even say I know a little too much, heh! Won’t say myself that I’m some kind of smarty pants about it, dear, but if that’s what other people are saying then...”

New refs AND a new face! You guys have been asking for Meow Mix and I promised to deliver, so here you all are

“ghk--”

Normally, yes, Spree would know if someone entered one of his businesses, a sensation similar to that of someone simply knocking on his door to alert him to a new presence, but this... This is that but...different. Different in a way that strains him, makes him grit his teeth and hold his head a little as he blinks the pain away. Wh-What....?

Straightening his hat and calling his cane to him, Spree sucks in a deep breath before he parts the separating curtain and steps into the shop with absolutely noiseless flourish. Almost instantly, the very moment his eyes land on the back of the young mans head, it’s like a someone’s driving a wooden stake through his skull. There’s something about this boy that’s messing with him, fiddling with his brain directly, and he doesn’t like it.

Still, Spree puts on a smile and wills himself to calm down, brandishing his usually friendly grin as he clears his throat to catch the young mans attention.

“How may I help you today? If you need help that is, heh.”

Spree chuckles gently, shaking his head as his cheek swirls turn into little blushie lines.