I have this head cannon when Leshy is first indoctrinated he has trouble differentiating sounds and will constantly ask "what was that?" or "what made that sound." and sometimes asks for the lamb or someone else to repeat the sound so he can remember for later. after X amount of time where Narinder is used to the idea that his younger brother is there to say he constantly messes with him. Example:
*someone digging with a shovel and hits a rock or something making a clanking noise.*
Leshy: "What was that?"
Lamb; "oh just a shovel. don't worry."
Leshy; "I didn't get a good hear of it. Do it again.'
Narinder: "say less bro." *whacks him upside the head with a shovel*
(possible fic idea but idk lol)
Okay, can we talk for a min about the fact that gingerbrave technically knows explicitly WHAT happens to cookies baked in the oven by the witches? Like his whole introduction in the game cookie run: ovenbreak is that he woke up one day, surrounded by non-animated cookie versions of himself, understood that the witches were planning to eat him, and RAN to save his life. And if we’re going off the idea that Gingerbrave happened upon the land of Crispia during his venture to run away from the witches, then are they just — keeping the information about the witches on the down low from them? Because they know for certain that cookies from Crispia downright revere the witches as like, their Gods, right?
Do you think when Gingerbrave found out that what White Lily Cookie saw “that night” were the witches eating non-sentient cookies, that he felt sympathetic to her PTSD? That, yeah, he was there too — it happened to him upon his birth, and he’s been running from it ever since? But why did he never say anything? Do you think he felt compelled to keep it hush-hush because the cookies of Crispia would think of it as heresy? Or do you think it’s because it’s more merciful to keep his silence — that cookies were born to be eaten?
Like can u imagine that the God you revere and pray to, that you send well-wishes to and celebrate, actually made you to sate their hunger? That your flesh is not made your own, that you were never meant to actually be alive? You were not meant to BE? You were just made to be consumed?
Maybe this is my religious trauma speaking to me and my ever-rampant need to project on my fave characters, but God, that is so fucked up. And White Lily can’t even know about — she feels all alone about what she had to witness, about what happened, like she would be labelled insane for even mentioning what she saw — but there are literal COOKIES in her presence, YOUNGER than her, that have witnessed, lived, and RAN from said witches all their lives.
Which one do you think is more fucked up; that one can’t share the horrors she witnessed because everyone else would label her a heretic, or that one can’t confide in the fact that all their life, it has been the ONLY thing they have ever known — and has been the only thing that has kept them alive?
KALAMARI------
Unfinished art and might continue working on it
The Angel lookin devious 😇
Unfortunately not yapping as of yet😔
More Failed Awakening Au!
Shadow milk: Ain't no way those witches would go this bloody far...
An art scenario from my beastsitting au and my headcanon(au) of wizard cookie
This scenario basically happens halfway on the beasts redemption where they're starting to soften up towards the trio, in turn the trio also slowly loosen up, and facades starts to break from both sides leading to secrets spilled and vulnerabilities presented.
Wizard cookie often covers themselves all over, so ir give some way to headcanons to why they do so. Perhaps the wand/staff is too much for an average cookie, itsl doesn't help they're underbaked and considered frail physically. We know how Prune juice is weak body disables him in wielding magic, so Wizard cookie might often be pushing their dough limits everytime they use it, giving them magic burns that taints their hands.
Their face scars are received in their time outside of Earthbread where in the witches castle, not from the same witch that baked gingerbrave though. But that's another story...[it's also inspired from kny obanai :') and there's gonna be lots of stuff inspired from it, cuz its also my hyperfixation along with crk]
So now here's the scenario of Shadow milk discovering the horrors this kids go though, and their supposedly creators going too far. Although its not really their witch creators, but I suppose it would show that not all are the "benevolent" they are, and perhaps he's not as knowing as he perceived himself, or has gotten rusty.
Btw.. I suck at drawing pose and hands😭 srry...
Comment what scenarios u mah want, i cant promise I'll be abke to draw them though
I had a funny thought
Hows your son Capsaicin cookie?
"HE IS BUT A TINY FLAME WHICH WILL GROW INTO AN INFERNO."
Golden cheese 😭
Fuck it the bugs ™ have evolved. They captivate me and my tastes got weirder.
Babies
Okay but what did the bishops look like as little kids to you? I’m curious
Also your work is so well done!!
- your neighborhood rainbow 🌈
They all used to love the rain. Heket sang the most beautiful songs, Kallamar relished the sounds of pattering droplets, Leshy endlessly gazed at the flower groves, even young Shamura couldn't help themselves. Narinder...oh- even to this day he loathes it.
Something I drew based on a meme I thought was funny
Sorry it sucks
Feel free to ask me about my beastsitting/crk au! |¦ NO REPOST & NO AI USE ¦| (DNI PROSHIPPERS)
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