redesigned some cookie ocs i have

one is fruit punch cookie and the other is a fan kid of caviars named Calamari cookie

finally! heres calamari cookie's official debut! <3 their crew are my cookie ocs as well and i cant wait to draw them next. also hi did i say how much i love sea cookie ocs

I used to love Cookie Run and my favorite was Madeleine 💙

I designed a human version of him over a year ago that I never drew ever again 😂

Haha get haunted idiot.

foolsapril

:3

I would like to bring up that while the anons may be rude, I think personally the fact Snow is always seen being looked over by people that are supposed to be close to them, and they have to watch everyone else have fun with each other they are left alone on the side lines. I speak from personal experience with something like this, maybe not the same situation, but from what I have gathered and seen Snow has been pushed to the side for others a lot. A LOT. And it's usually done by the same person. And from my experience, I am noticing a lot of red flags here. This kind of thing happened to me and the excuses made for each incident just got more and more ridiculous. Saying they needed time away but yet they would talk to several others, singling me out. Not saying that I personally was the ONE person they wanted time away from, just beating around the bush. While they would call me a "best friend" or they really cherished me as a friend. But yet when something didn't go the way 'they' wanted they instantly would give an excuse and just go hang out with other friends and leave me out.

Hm...Interesting. I can see where you would be coming from. I myself cannot speak for the alternates in The Space-Hub. As for The SubHub, some question many things that go on but don't speak on these thoughts as they feel they have no right to do so. But Cal and I are aware of the happenings going on, and it's pretty easy to read. I have spoken to Valris and we are both in agreement here, This will not be allowed to continue. Now, We cannot linger here too long as it will draw too much attention. But if you wish to speak with us more on this subject we will be back on The SubHub side of things. Snow has actually made a small little corner for us in which I can provide a link to our side of the multiverse. There is not much there yet but there will be. Until then...- 3rr0r Enter The SubHub?

“Awww! Hmmm…I haven’t been to hear anyone sing, yet. I may watch, too.” Prehn felt tender suddenly, reminiscent. Prehn pulled out their pink magnet rings and started doing cool tricks with them. “Now that I remember. I’ve wanted to make slime for the longest time, maybe we could learn together Y’think?”

I think that would be fun! Jammy likes hands on projects!

I wouldn't deny him anything...not a damn thing..nope..go right ahead...

Awwwww...but seriously Cookie...the slimes are so good for him...while they can be messy..you know they do wonders for him...and Marble too...

Yeah...Yeah I know..heh...

now we need a calamari cookie. 

Fanart for some Cookie run Artists!

I like these artists and they‘re Ocs are just great so I thought why not draw em :D

I sure hope you enjoy it

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1. Cereal Cookie by @burnt-cookii

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2. Marigold Cookie by @charlottecbordeaux

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3. Calamari Cookie by @bonsiii-art

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4. Meringue Cookie by @minecraftninjerkid

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5. Banoffee Cookie by @somnolancee

—gilbert spoilers, be aware—

Emma: Gil, I've noticed there's very little seafood in Obsidian.

Gilbert: (sets his research away) That's correct. What little we have comes from our lakes, and it's still too much of a hassle for us to consider importing. (He pats his lap)

Emma: (sets the giant tray of cookies down on his desk before plopping onto his lap) So people here have never had calamari?

Gilbert: (wraps his arms around her waist) Mmm, I'm sure people in certain circles have. I think they served it once during a ball in my youth. (He opens his mouth as Emma begins feeding him)

Emma: (pauses) Ah. I'm guessing those particular circles are... no longer around?

Gilbert: (smiles meaningfully) You catch on quick. (He pecks the cookie out of her hand and speaks while chewing.) Our aquaculture industry is far better than it was five or six years ago. Actually, I've thought about engineering our own species of squid.

Emma: Uh... what? Engineering? (She uses her fingertip to dab away some crumbs on his lip)

Gilbert: (watches her delightedly knowing that she's expecting him to bite any moment now) Hehe, indeed. I'm sure you've noticed while cooking here that not everything we grow is native to Obsidian.

Emma: (still on guard as she withdraws her finger without incident) Well, breeding and cultivating is one thing, but you said engineering. Like making something from scratch. Making meat, erm, I guess seafood. In a lab. Gil, I've never heard of anyone doing something like that outside of horror novels.

Gilbert: Little Rabbit. (He places a cool hand on her head and gives it a single pat) What's more horrible to you? Creating food or being without it?

Emma: (stares at him because he's clearly oversimplifying things)

Gilbert: (stares back with a pleasant smile, sunny as can be)

Emma: ...

Gilbert: ...

Emma: ......

Gilbert: ......

Emma: (epiphany)

Gilbert: (widens his smile, showing teeth)

Emma: So all the beef, the pork... The meat I've been baking into your cookies... (stares at the cookie in her hand as Gilbert's shadow covers her entire arm)

Gilbert: Hehe, not all of it, of course. But a country like Obsidian could hardly have come back from a famine as quickly as we did without some help.

Emma: (looks at Gilbert with a mixture of fear and awe; tries to only feel the awe)

Gilbert: (bittersweet pout) There's a certain principle that says that anything that can go wrong will go wrong at some point. You could call it the burden of the scientist. Knowing the worst-case scenario is only one mishap away, but also knowing that you can save ten-thousand people today. Oh—but as the evil villain, I've always pushed boundaries to satisfy my own curiosity.

Emma: (remembers what Roderich once said to her)

Gilbert: Ahaha, whaaat?

Emma: (looks him in the eye sincerely) I hate lies, you know.

Gilbert: ...!

Emma: (heaves a long sigh and then suddenly pushes a cookie into Gilbert's mouth) Despite what you say, I don't think you've ever really stopped to appreciate everything you're capable of, and everything, all the good that you've done.

Gilbert: (tries to speak but Emma silences him by partially covering his mouth with hers for a split second)

Emma: (pulls away with half the cookie in her mouth and a sad smile) The meat here in Obsidian is the best I've ever had. What hurts me is that I might have gone on without ever knowing just how thoroughly you've tread over every facet of my day-to-day life. Not just my life, but everyone's.

Emma: (chews cutely as she rests her head on his shoulder) What's horrible to me is not knowing how radiant you are.

a/n: i know jack shit about growing meat in a lab and i was too lazy to google soooo. also i remembered that the meat cookies emma starts making for gil are made using the meat from obsidian military rations, at least initially, ahaha ^^; emma didn't particularly care for the taste of the rations on the occasion(s) when she tried them, sooooo. but let's pretend she made her own jerky from Obsidian Beef to put into the cookies in this fic lol

A Night At The Christmas Market - Modern! Helaena Targaryen x Reader

Summary: You and your wife, Helaena, spend your first Christmas as newlyweds at a Christmas market.

Pairing: Modern! Helaena Targaryen x Fem! Reader

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 1.6k words

A/N: hoe hoe hoe! a very merry late Christmas and Happy New Year in advance from me to you :) this one is for all the Helaena girlies out there. I hope you enjoy! ;)

lovely dividers credited to @firefly-graphics !

Snow was falling across the city of King’s Landing, as you and your wife, Helaena, bundled in the most comfortable winter parkas imaginable - her in pink, and you in purple - made your way to the largest Christmas market in Westeros at the heart of the city. 

Helaena thought you had never looked more beautiful, cheeks flushed and slightly puffed lips from the cold, yet eyes flashing with excitement as you took in the sight of the streets decked out with Christmas decorations. For as long as you remember, growing up in the Vale, a mostly mountainous country area, you always wanted to come to live in the city. While you did miss the rolling green fields and idyllic lifestyle sometimes, you found something way better here. Grinning, you took Helaena’s hand, and she smiled at you, eyes shining with affection. The love between the both of you was as bright as the morning snow. 

When you finally reached the Christmas market, you were so excited that you practically dragged Helaena from stall to stall, seeking some food to nourish your bellies. Helaena indulged you, wanting to see you happy. After all, she had been to the Christmas market so many times as a little girl with her brothers, Aemond, Aegon, and Daeron, that she didn’t feel the need to get excited over everything. 

She did, however, love watching you get excited. It was one of the most beautiful things in the world, aside from getting to see you wake up next to her in the morning. 

Armed with a handful of small bites that you had gotten from the stalls, you and Helaena found a table near the outskirts of the table area set aside for people who wished to dine on the Christmas market’s many edible delights. You opened the bags to be greeted by a mouthwatering smell: deep fried cheese balls, fried calamari and onion rings, steaming hot reindeer stew, a meaty slice of honey glazed ham, some roast turkey, two cups of hot chocolate with extra marshmallows, and fresh out of the oven gingerbread cookies.  

“By the Seven, how are we going to finish all this?” Helaena laughed. You grinned, opening your first packet of food. “You married a woman with a bottomless appetite, you know. If you don’t want anything, I’ll be happy to snatch it up.” 

“Okay, okay, you blackhole,” Helaena said affectionately, before unwrapping some cheese balls. She was surprised when halfway through, you slung a hand around your shoulder, pulling her closer to you. “Hey, you’re okay with all this, right?” You asked her in a gentle voice. Helaena had always had anxiety when it came to large crowds, and you didn’t want to overwhelm your wife. 

A radiant smile slowly spread across Helaena’s features, as she looked at you fondly, kissing you on the lips. You returned the kiss eagerly, tongue tangling with hers, before the both of you pulled away, cheeks red not just from the cold now. “I’m fine, my love. Really. You know, I used to come to this market every year with my brothers?” 

You tilted your head, an inquisitive gleam in your eyes. “Really? What was it like?” Helaena mulled over her response, “Chaotic.” You laughed, somehow it didn’t surprise you after you had met Helaena’s brothers. Your first question to Helaena after meeting her family was how her mother managed to keep up with all of them. Helaena had shrugged playfully as the sounds of Aegon drunk tackling Aemond to the ground while a spectating Daeron cackled in the background echoed behind you, “I have no clue.” 

“How long has it been since you last came here then?” you blew on your spoonful of reindeer stew, laden with carrots and celery, before putting it in your mouth. Helaena thought carefully while chewing on an onion ring. “I think around five years, or when Aemond moved away to further his studies at Riverrun University.” 

“Well, is it less chaotic experiencing it with me then?” you asked teasingly, leaning in for Helaena to pop a calamari in your mouth. Helaena bopped you on the nose, eliciting an indignant huff from you, before she popped the calamari in your mouth. “Nope. Just as chaotic.” 

The two of you finished your food, and continued strolling around the Christmas market. To both of your delight, they had somehow managed to invite and set up a husky-sledding rink here, and you and Helaena enjoyed being pulled around by the zealous huskies, though Helaena did complain a little about the snow that kept blowing in her face. You had won a game of toss-the-hoop-onto-the-reindeer’s-head, and you handed the prize - a stuffed octopus - to Helaena, who hugged it happily. Helaena stopped by some craft stores, buying some woodworked mini figurines and snowglobes. 

Helaena was about to go over to a stall selling hand woven mittens when she heard your squeal. She whipped her head up, initially thinking something bad had happened, but you soon ran up to her, safe and sound, and began pulling her away. “Where are we going?” Helaena barely managed to ask, too overpowered by your eagerness. “You’ll never believe what I found!” 

Helaena gave you a deadpan stare as you stopped in front of a tent. “A fortune teller? Really, love?” You rolled your eyes, “It’s not like I actually believe them. I just think it’ll be fun. Come on, pretty please?” You gave her your best puppy eyes, and she eventually relented, letting you lead her into the tent. 

The fortune teller turned out to be a kindly looking old lady, wrapped in colourful shawls lined with fur. She looked at your fresh, eager face, and Helaena’s more reserved one. “Are the both of you friends?” she inquired. You shook your head, “Oh no, ma’am. We’re married, actually.” 

Helaena was worried for some lashing out should the old lady turn out to be one of those conservative grandmothers, but to her relief, her wrinkly face lit up. “You are? How wonderful!” The old lady leaned forward, her voice dropping in a conspiratorial whisper. “You know, I used to have a wife too.” Your eyes widened, “Really?” The old lady nodded, a bit sadly. “Yes, she was the great love of my life after my husband had passed. Unfortunately, she followed the Stranger last year.” 

You clamped your hand over your mouth, a little chagrined, as Helaena said quietly, “We’re sorry for your loss.” The old lady waved it off, her expression brightening again. “Tis’ alright, child. Let me read your fortune, how about that?” The old lady took out a deck of cards, shuffling them deftly in her hands, before spreading it out on the table before you. 

“Pick two cards each,” the old lady instructed, looking at the two of you. Helaena did it quickly, you much slower, as you deliberated on which card you felt more drawn to. “Hurry up, dearest,” Helaena playfully thumped you on the arm when you took nearly two minutes to choose your second card. “I have to see which one my intuition feels most drawn to, okay!” you protested. 

With the four cards drawn out, the fortune teller observed them, before laying them out in front of you. “Well, the first one here tells of a happy marriage,” the old lady looked at the both of you, her smile turning mischievous. “Though I’m sure the both of you don’t need it.” Helaena smiled slightly at that, gripping your hand under the table. 

“Ah, the second one,” the old lady’s voice turned a bit serious. “It spells a bit of trouble in the future, especially in the workplace. Perhaps one of you will have a disagreement with your boss?” 

You snorted, “Well, it can’t be Helly, since she runs her own business. Guess that’s for me then. I’ll live.” Helaena patted your hand soothingly, “She didn’t say it’s just for bosses. Maybe it could be me having a dispute with a customer, who knows.” “I'd rather have this fortune befall on me than you though, Helly.” You said sincerely, your eyes shining fiercely. Your wife had suffered enough throughout her life. Helaena only smiled, touched. 

The old lady also shared Helaena’s smile as she moved on to the third card. “The third one is slightly more tame, don’t worry. It just speaks of travelling to an exotic place. Do the both of you have any travel plans next year?” You looked startled, turning to Helaena. “We were planning for that trip to Qohor, so that you can see the art of their hand woven and dyed tapestries. Helly, she’s got it on the nose.” Helaena stifled a small laugh at your amazement. “Yes, dear. She really did. What does the fourth card say?” The old lady’s finger moved to turn up the fourth card, and her eyes widened. 

“Oh, the fourth one,” the old woman exclaimed, with clear joy in her voice. “It says that…a child will be coming into your lives. And very soon at that!” 

“A child?” Helaena’s eyebrows furrowed. “A child!” you piped up excitedly next to her, turning to your wife. “Maybe next year we’ll finally find that dream daughter we always wanted to adopt. It’s a sign, Helly, it’s a sign!” You were nearly jumping out of your seat, as Helaena tried in vain to quell your elation, while the fortune teller looked at the young couple with a knowing smile. 

And indeed, during the next year’s Christmas market, a new addition had joined your little family, her dark eyes gleaming with impish excitement as your new four year old daughter, Irina, dashed around happily in the snow, while you and Helaena sat at one of the benches at the side of the Christmas market, smiling as you rest your head on her shoulder, relishing in your little family, and your joy. 

“Merry Christmas, my love.” 

“Merry Christmas, my darling.”

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thank you for reading! if you liked it, likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! merry late xmas guys 😘🎄

sum more cookie oc sketches from school! :]

(3/15) “We lived in a house that my great grandfather bought in the 1930’s. My mother was in charge of decorating. Every room she’d fill with little tchotchkes: santa on a ladder, santa on the beach, santa on skis. There was a banner in the living room with every photo we’d taken at Macy’s. And below that we’d lean my grandfather’s cane against the wall. It was our own little homage to Miracle on 34th Street. We’d watch it every year on Channel 11. My mother cried through the whole thing. But the final scene we loved most of all. When the little girl, the one who never believed, finally gets her house. And Kris Kringle’s cane is leaning against the fireplace. The movie ends with a question: Was he real? Or was he not? We didn’t have a fireplace in our house. So we set our milk and cookies by a pipe in the kitchen. Christmas Eve in an Italian family. It’s very big. We call it The Feast of The Seven Fishes. We never had exactly seven, but we’d cook Scungilli, Whiting, Calamari. After dinner my mother would set aside time for me to do my magic. Back then it was simple stuff: card tricks, silk scarves, sponge rabbits. But not for long, not for long. That night I was too excited to sleep. I could see myself on the stage of my school’s auditorium. I could picture the faces of my classmates: everyone cheering, everyone amazed. Look at Johnny! Real parlor tricks! A professional magician! All of a sudden I’m snapped back to real life by a ruckus in the hallway. It’s coming from the front door. Very strange, because we only use the side door. I crawl out of bed and peek into the hallway. Could it be? The Big Man himself? With a bulging sack of magic tricks? No, no. It's my mother and father. With Mary and Joe from next door, and they’re carrying bags. Big bags, full of stuff. And it begins to click. The whole thing is a dupe! A parlor trick! Just then my youngest brother Anthony wakes up. He says: ‘Johnny, Johnny, is it Santa?’ I’m about to tell him. But that’s when I see it. This little blue and white bike, with training wheels, and a six on the front. I pull the door shut, and say: ‘Not yet, Anthony. It’s just Mary and Joe, coming to visit. Let’s go back to sleep.’”

Grand Madeleine content because no one else is doing it- /J

Anyway, some fanon lore!

🐶🐱🐎🐓🍔🍙❤️❌🍿 ok i know it's a lot but this stuff is easy to draw if i ever want to do a fanart !!

(I'm sorry it's taking me so long to answer..)

I've already answered on 🍔🍙 so I'll skip it for convenience (｡･ω･｡)

here we go!!

★。. ★。. ★。. ★。. ★。. ★。. ★。. ★。. ★。. ★

(🐶)// do they choose the dog or the cat?

Willow is absolutely a cat person!! and it's already obvious that he chose the cat

and here's a little more detail - Willow has a cool cat named Kazuhira (or Kaz/Mr. Silly), and it's "the laziest little creature" - according to Willow

there he is!!!

(🐱)// do they have any other pets?

In addition to Kazuhira, you can consider a hand squid named Fred and a dinosaur named Pepper as pets (at least, that's what Willow thinks...)

sea creature 🆘🆘⬇️

(🐎)// does your farmer get a horse? what do they name it?

of course he is! how could he do without his trusty steed?

his name is Beelzebub, and that horse looks pretty, uh, intimidating

I'd like to draw him fully, but idk how to draw horses, so only this sketch :(

(🐓)// do they have a favorite farm animal?

yes!!! and it's dinosaurs

If given the opportunity and space, the entire Willow's farm area would be full of these silly reptiles, haha

(❤️)// what are their loved gifts?

Willow's favorite gifts:

- caviar, dinosaur egg, ancient fruit , green tea, juice, dragon tooth, ancient sword, sunflower, milk(any), peach, pumpkin

- squid, blue discus, tuna, lionfish

- fried calamari, salmon dinner, spicy/fried eel, sashimi, lobster bisque, shrimp cocktail, escargot,- pumpkin soup, pumpkin pie, algae soup, ginger ale

- all universal loves

(❌)// what are their hated gifts?

Willow's hated gifts:

- egg (any, except dinosaur egg), truffle, truffle oil, all mushrooms, green bean, radioactive ore/bar

- omelet, fried egg, chocolate cake, pink cake, fried mushroom, bean hotpot

(🍿)// what's their favorite theater snack?

black licorice, salmon burger and star cookie (o^∀^o)

*CJ nods and takes in a few breaths before gripping the binder in their chest, as if trying to calm their soul.*

*their voice barely manages to escape a shameful tone.* Valris. It’s CJ. I’m with Pastel. Um…*CJ looks to the side before attempting to refocus.* I have strong cause to believe that a God named Cafe has gained entry through a lapse in my mental fortitude.

…They’re heading straight for Ash.. they said “Ash-type” and “Dino.”

I need to warn them or stop Cafe from doing harm because of my slip up, but I don’t know where either are. I feel we don’t have much time.

...

WixPix has an Ash in his fusion!