#prince of the republic

[clottedcreamtea]

CHAPTER 8!!!! sorry for disappearing every so often. writer and artists block :( got into mlp for a while and now its going away. promise i still love cookie run haha

Morning came much too quickly for Royal Milk Tea Cookie’s liking. The sun shone in through the great glass window behind the warm bed, and he shifted closer to the warm body that was beside him, burying his face into its chest. He was met with similarly warm arms that wrapped around him as he did so, and a smile spread across his face. This was what everything was leading toward, Royal Milk Tea Cookie decided at that moment. Every hardship he had endured, every moment he spent anxious that the dragon would take him away, take his mother away… it was all so that he could feel happy and safe in the arms of someone he truly loved.

“Everyone, evacuate the fortress! A dragon is attacking the kingdom!” A guard shouted, bursting through the doors of every room to alert the guests and servants within the kingdom.

The moment was spoiled almost as fast as it had arrived, and Royal Milk Tea Cookie only had moments to open his eyes before screams were echoing through the hallway, guards slamming doors open to evacuate all their guests from their rooms.

Everything passed in a flash. One moment he was safe in their bed, and the next Clotted Cream Cookie was carrying Royal Milk Tea Cookie through the hall and out to the dock, where a dragon had perched upon the fortress, exhaling smoke across the kingdom.

“Quick! Get to your ship!” The watcher from last night called from her post alongside the king, who was facing the dragon with fire in his eyes. Clotted Cream Cookie grabbed Royal Milk Tea Cookie’s hand (when had he set him down?) and began pulling him toward the dock, where Captain Caviar Cookie was already removing the anchor from the sea and letting down the sails.

“Consul!” Financier Cookie ran up behind the pair, joining them as they made their way toward the Pearl Legion ship. “Are you alright? Oh,” Financier Cookie noticed the clasped hands, and Royal Milk Tea Cookie could see hurt cross the paladin’s face. 

“Yes, the guards alerted us of the threat and we left as soon as we heard. What about everyone else?” Clotted Cream Cookie dropped Royal Milk Tea Cookie’s hand, voice taking on an objective tone as he pressed about the others on board the ship. 

“I’m unsure. You are my priority, so I left to find you first,” Financier Cookie stated. 

The trio made their way further toward the ship, looking up to see the green-and-pink dragon now soaring overhead, having abandoned the fortress, and dipping down over the forest, sending several trees flying with the force of the drop.

“Look out!” One of the watchers called, and within an instant, Financier Cookie was missing from Royal Milk Tea Cookie’s side, replaced with a great pine tree, one that could have crumbled the paladin if she hadn’t been swept away. 

“Financier Cookie!” Clotted Cream Cookie called. “Are you alright? Where are you?”

“She’s here,” The watcher spoke again, and the pair of Cookies turned, and met with a Cookie no older than them, skin brown and crunchy, hair deep chocolate with caramel streaks. She was the watcher from the night before! Who was she? “Are you two alright?”

“Yes, just frightened,” Royal Milk Tea Cookie assured, his hand gripped tight in Clotted Cream Cookie’s once again. “What about you, Financier Cookie?”

The paladin was being held tight within the arms of her savior, whose face portrayed nothing but kindness. It was likely in response to the near-death situation she’d just been saved from, but Royal Milk Tea Cookie could swear it looked as though Financier Cookie was entranced by the watcher.

“I’m alright,” She managed to breathe. “Thank you, Caramel Arrow Cookie. I would have been crumbs if you weren’t watching our backs.” 

The watcher flushed, letting the paladin go. “Oh, after you charmed me last night it’s only fair I save your life today, haha!” She chuckled awkwardly. “I’m glad you’re alright, Financier Cookie. You three should really get back on your ship, now. The Hollyberry Isles are only half a day’s journey if you sail straight West. We can take this dragon!” Before any of the Republic Cookies could reply, the watcher was off again, speeding through the snow on her way to protect the king and her home.

“She was nice,” Royal Milk Tea Cookie remarked, looking at how Financier Cookie watched her savior disappear into the white. “Right, Financier Cookie?”

“Yes, I spoke to her last night at dinner. Her strength and honor are admirable. I hope we may meet again after our venture,” The paladin stated, coming to her senses once more. “Let us retreat to the ship. If we want to save further nations from destruction, we need to beat the dragon.”

“YOUR ATTEMPTS AT FINDING OAT MILK COOKIE YIELD NO RESULTS, I SEE,” The dragon had now abandoned its target of the forests and had flown to meet Royal Milk Tea Cookie and his companions. “I SMELL GREAT POWER WITHIN YOU, MILK TEA COOKIE. YOU HAVE DISCOVERED YOUR TALENT, YES?” The dragon was immense, towering over the trio of Cookies. It was intimidating, but Royal Milk Tea Cookie stood his ground.

“My name is Royal Milk Tea Cookie! And yes!” Jam boiling within him, Royal Milk Tea Cookie’s proximity to the Licorice Sea allowed for his pearls to begin collecting the substance, growing into small minions rather than licorice spheres. “I have discovered my talent. If you wish to take any Cookie’s soul stones, I recommend you leave this kingdom alone and move on to your next target.”

“OH, ARROGANT COOKIE!” The dragon had perched before the trio, and quickly flicked its tail, swatting Royal Milk Tea Cookie apart from the others and knocking him against one of the fallen trees, knocking his air out of his lungs and collapsing his licorice abominations. He began heaving, dizzy from the impact. After failing to regain his balance, the blue-adorned Cookie resorted to falling into the snow, breathless. “YOUR POWERS MAY BE THOSE OF LEGEND, BUT I AM A DRAGON. YOU ARE NOTHING TO ME AND YOUR EMPTY THREATS MAKE ME LAUGH.

“THE MILK VILLAGE, WHERE I FIRST FOUND OAT MILK COOKIE, KNOWS NOTHING OF HER WHEREABOUTS. THEY LIED. UPON THE DESTRUCTION OF OAT MILK COOKIE’S HOME, THE MILK VILLAGERS TOLD ME THAT SHE HAD LEFT TO FIND TEA KNIGHT COOKIE. I WILL SEE YOU AT THE NEXT KINGDOM, MILK TEA COOKIE.”

The dragon flew off, leaving Royal Milk Tea Cookie’s body alone in the cold, white snow.

“Royal Milk Tea Cookie!” Clotted Cream Cookie approached his friend as fast as he could, falling to his knees and helping his friend back to his feet. He was limp, and Clotted Cream Cookie felt fear fill his jam. “Financier Cookie, help me carry him to his cabin. We need to continue the trip the moment we’re on board.”

Vision blurry and body shaking, Royal Milk Tea Cookie felt himself pulled aboard the ship, dragged toward his cabin, and laid in his bed, his Pearl Legion Guard terrified at the state of his ward.

“By the Divines,” The guard exclaimed, dropping his spear on the wooden floors as the ship began its trek toward the Hollyberry Isles. “Please tell me a doctor is on board?”

“We don’t need a doctor,” Clotted Cream Cookie assured, kneeling by the bed and laying a hand against Royal Milk Tea Cookie’s cheek, who leaned into it almost too heavily. “He’s just had the wind knocked out of him and is stressed about finding his mother. He may have a concussion, but there is no major injury that requires medical asistance. He just needs someone by his side and to rest while we travel.”

“Consul–”

“No, Financier Cookie. I’m going to stay by his side.” 

“Clotted Cream Cookie, with the way he feels toward us… toward you, is it the wisest to stay by his side?” The paladin tried to reason, not understanding her fiance’s feelings. Financier Cookie was a wise paladin, but she was not incapable of feeling jealous when the Cookie she loved demanded to stay by the side of a man who adored him. “We are engaged, and this conflict of emotions that he shares with you–”

“I said no, Financier Cookie.” Clotted Cream Cookie cut off his partner for the final time. “I understand that you mean well, but I cannot be with you when Royal Milk Tea Cookie is under all this stress. He needs someone and I want to be that someone. Do you understand? We are not compatible and I need you to leave me be, is that clear?” There was anger in the blond Cookie’s voice as he explained himself, rushed and frustrated that this was taking so long to get through to Financier Cookie.

The brunette stuttered, but cleared her throat and managed a response. “Yes, Consul.”

“Good. We may discuss this further at a later time, but as of now, I would prefer privacy with Royal Milk Tea Cookie. Guard, he is under good care. You are dismissed.”

Both shocked at the quick dismissal, Financier Cookie, and the Pearl Legion guard made their way out of Royal Milk Tea Cookie’s cabin, settling to wait outside against the ship’s banister, staring out at the waves. 

“Are you alright?” Clotted Cream Cookie turned back to his friend, eyes filled with concern. “Can you breathe normally again?” Royal Milk Tea Cookie nodded. The Consul sighed, relieved. “Good.”

“Would you lay with me?” the shorter Cookie managed, still unnerved from the impact.

“Oh. Of course.”

The pair sat in silence, listening to the waves crashing against the side of the ship, no longer the deep purple of the Licorice Sea, but a deep blue. It was reassuring to know that another licorice beast wouldn’t be surprising the crew anytime soon. 

Clotted Cream Cookie broke the silence first. “What did Dark Cacao Cookie talk with you about?”

Royal Milk Tea Cookie smiled weakly. “He’s my grandfather.”

“By the Divines!”

“Half-grandfather, actually.” Royal Milk Tea Cookie corrected himself. “But basically the same thing. He killed my actual grandfather.”

“What?”

“His name was Swiss Choco Cookie, my grandfather. He could control the Licorice Sea like I could, but he used his power to try and steal the Dark Cacao throne. He wasn’t even from this kingdom, actually. His mother was from the Vanilla Kingdom. So I’m actually a Vanillian in my dough, but my mother was raised in the Milk Village. Isn’t that a crazy turn of events?”

Clotted Cream Cookie was speechless. His mouth opened and closed as if he wished to speak, but nothing would come out. It was one of the most complicated family lines Clotted Cream Cookie had heard of, but a large majority of the Creme Republic citizens were from the ancient Vanilla Kingdom, so it wasn’t quite as unusual, apart from the true Ancient lineage. Royal Milk Tea Cookie began to laugh before tears pricked his eyes and the laughter soon turned to heavy tears.

“Oh, goodness,” Clotted Cream Cookie moved himself into a sitting position and maneuvered Royal Milk Tea Cookie to be in his lap, facing him. “Royal Milk Tea Cookie, what’s wrong? Was it something I said?”

“No,” The blue-eyed Cookie sniffled, leaning into his companion as he cried. “It’s all just so much, Clotted Cream Cookie!” The tears only grew heavier as he spoke. “My mother isn’t my mother, Oat Milk Cookie is an Ancient Hero’s child, my father is nowhere to be found, and Financier Cookie nearly died!”

“Yes, but–”

“But what? There is no upside, Clotted Cream Cookie!” Royal Milk Tea Cookie twisted the fabric of Clotted Cream Cookie’s shirt in frustration. He had been so stressed and hadn’t let anyone see it. Now that the tears were flowing there was no chance they’d stop anytime soon. “My grandfather was awful, my mother is awful, and Cookies are getting hurt because of me! Even if you somehow convince Financier Cookie to end the engagement, she’ll still be heartbroken! There is no upside!”

The crying had turned into broken sobs, and Royal Milk Tea Cookie was shaking in Clotted Cream Cookie’s arms. The blond Cookie wasn’t sure what to do. It had been a decade since he had seen his dear friend, and never in his wildest dreams did he think that this would be how the reunion went. Cookies were in danger and Royal Milk Tea Cookie’s life was on the line. Everything was real, now. Clotted Cream Cookie felt hopelessness swell in his chest before pushing the feelings away and pulling Royal Milk Tea Cookie into a deep, warm embrace. They couldn’t both be emotional wrecks right now.

“It’s okay,” He whispered, breathing deeply to try and make his friend do the same. “Take deep breaths with me, okay? There’s an upside, Teacup, I promise. There we go, in and out.”

Royal Milk Tea Cookie was slowly starting to regulate his breathing, taking slow breaths, though still fighting back tears. “Divines,” He sniffled. “What upside could there possibly be?”

“I’m here with you,” Clotted Cream Cookie smiled warmly. “I’m helping you find your mother and I’m trying to show you how much you mean to me. I know it’s been too long and you need time, but I have never stopped loving you, Royal Milk Tea Cookie. Believe me when I say that.”

“Oh, I know, Clotted Cream Cookie,” Royal Milk Tea Cookie sighed, exasperated from crying so much. “That’s what’s so difficult. I want to just fall into your arms and believe you because I love you, too.”

“Then why don’t you?”

“I don’t know!” Royal Milk Tea Cookie shouted. “I don’t know. There’s nothing stopping me apart from the guilt of taking you from Financier Cookie.”

“You aren’t taking me. I didn’t want to agree to the engagement in the first place.”

“It just feels too perfect. Does that make any sense?”

Clotted Cream Cookie leaned back against the wall of the ship. “I don’t think I��ve ever thought something was too perfect.”

“Well, this is too perfect. I’ve gotten everything I could ever hope for all my life, and it’s only because of the dragon my mother wished on that it all came true.”

“Oh,” Clotted Cream Cookie breathed. “I understand what it is, now.”

“What?” Royal Milk Tea Cookie said, confused.

“It’s the legend. Subconsciously you think that the only reason I still love you is that the wish said you’d achieve all this success.”

Royal Milk Tea Cookie stumbled as he spoke. “N-no, I don’t think that!”

“You do, Teacup. It’s okay to admit it.”

“You’re getting too comfortable with that pet name.”

“I love you because you’re perfect, Royal Milk Tea Cookie!” Clotted Cream Cookie declared, clasping their hands together. “Not because of a legend and not because of anything else. We were best friends as children, and I swear to every magic power that there is that I have loved you ever since. Do you understand? Oh, no, wait–”

Tears were filling Royal Milk Tea Cookie’s eyes again, and he pressed himself into Clotted Cream Cookie’s chest as he wept. But this time, it wasn’t out of distress and fear, but out of relief and happiness. Tear tracks stained both of their clothes, but Royal Milk Tea Cookie simply pressed further against his partner. “I’m sorry,” He cried. “I know. I know you love me and I love you too but it’s just so hard to accept it while everything is crumbling.”

“Shh, I know,” Clotted Cream Cookie stroked Royal Milk Tea Cookie’s brown hair. “I know it’s hard but I’m here and your mother is waiting in the Republic and Dark Cacao Cookie seems like he will always welcome you back in the kingdom. We’re all here for you.”

There wasn’t much else to say, Royal Milk Tea Cookie decided. He continued crying into Clotted Cream Cookie’s chest until he couldn’t cry any longer. The pair finally moved to lay back down in the cabin rather than leaning against each other, Royal Milk Tea Cookie falling asleep after the long discussion and even longer session of crying. Clotted Cream Cookie eventually stood up and left the room, letting his partner rest.

“Is it my turn?” 

“AH!” Clotted Cream Cookie nearly jumped out of his dough as Financier Cookie caught him leaving the cabin.

“I didn’t try to eavesdrop, but I heard most of it.” Her face was flat, as usual, but her tone was not. “I tried to be good to you, Clotted Cream Cookie. Mille-feuille Cookie was like a mother to me, and she convinced me that you needed a companion.”

“Your companionship was greatly appreciated, Financier Cookie,” Clotted Cream Cookie assured, keeping himself calm and his voice even. “But it was clear that I had always longed to reunite with Royal Milk Tea Cookie, was it not?”

Financier Cookie sighed and turned away.

“I know you cared about me, and I cared about you, as well. We just didn’t feel the same about each other, and that wasn’t going to change.”

“I suspect you wish for me to end the engagement?” Financier Cookie asked, simply. “There is work to do to end it. Papers to be filled out and forms to be signed. It won’t be as quick as you’d like, I’m sure.”

Clotted Cream Cookie looked into the paladin’s eyes, tired and exhausted from the intensely emotional conversations he had to keep having with the closest Cookies in his life. “Do whatever is easiest on yourself, Financier Cookie. I will not wait for the engagement to end before enjoying my days with Royal Milk Tea Cookie. He is in need of support, and I wish to support him as best I can.”

Financier Cookie sighed deeply and dropped her trained temperament for only a few moments as she came to terms with the situation. “You truly love him, don’t you?”

“I do.”

She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths. “Then I will let you pursue him. I did care about you, and that will not change for a long time.”

“I understand.”

“This may make the journey more uncomfortable than it needs to be, Consul.” Financier Cookie had put her guard up once more. Clotted Cream Cookie smiled.

“I understand. Would Caramel Arrow Cookie’s presence make it more bearable?”

Her face flushed. Her guard was down again so quickly! “Was I so obvious?”

Clotted Cream Cookie chuckled. “Just to me. I know what you look like in love.”

[ashleighahayneswriter]

Allow Me to (Re?)Introduce Myself

Came here to create a new Tumblr for my writing shit and find out I did years ago? Sounds like a win for me!

Anyway, feel free to follow for updates on my current 2024 WIPs.

AfterMath: Young Adult standalone novel. Sapphic. Drama. A high school student finds herself unable to move on after surviving a school shooting that left her girlfriend in a coma. Unable to really mourn, but also unable to pretend all is normal, Nina struggles to find a way to weather her new reality. Told in dual timeline so that you get the nice warm and fuzzies of the girls falling in love juxtaposed with the fallout of the shooting. Currently in draft #1.

Deep Six: One-hour TV drama pilot script. Indiana Jones meets Jacques Cousteau. A maritime archaeologist and her team set out to search for a research ship that's gone missing near Mariana Trench while on a clandestine mission for the United States Navy. Currently in rewrites.

Prince of the Republic. Drama erotica novel series (book 1). Girl gets kidnapped (kind of) and dragged to a (quite literally) underground palace, where she's informed that she's engaged to be married to the crown Prince of the American Republic (except... there's no such thing. Or is there?). In development.

[imaginative-joy]

“In the south rim, there’s a planet way down on the river…”

Jedi Tiana lives in the High Republic era, mainly because I realized that the High Republic aesthetic is inspired by art deco, which was popular in the 1920s. Besides, Tiana is a classy gal, and I felt like the elegant style of the High Republic suited her well. With her irrepressible spirit and ambition, I could easily see her being a Master, or least… she’s almost there…

Meanwhile, Naveen is a little gorg, an amphibious critter native to Tatooine. There have been a lot of depictions of gorgs across Star Wars media, and not everyone can agree on what they look like! So I wound up picking out design elements I thought would work well for Naveen. I liked the tail and spots that are typically seen in the games and movies (Jabba eats a couple of these guys, so I imagine they’re the Star Wars equivalent of frog legs? Which implies that the frog hunters of the movie could be gorg hunters in this version of the story!). Terryl Whitlatch’s design for them features a wide face and tapered webbed feet, which translate well into Naveen’s character design. Also, instead of a ukulele, Naveen is playing a hallikset, like the one Cal plays in Jedi: Fallen Order! Also, I would not be at all surprised if there was some in-universe bedtime story called “The Princess and the Gorg.”

Tiana’s Jedi story isn’t as fleshed out in my mind as some of the other princesses I’ve drawn, but I imagine her being an incredibly hard-working Jedi, always going above and beyond in her assignments (she’s usually assigned to escort and protect Senator LaBouff and his daughter). But, much like Anakin years later, she’s denied the rank of Master. But when a gorg cursed by the dark Force user Facilier promises he can help her become a Master in exchange for a little smooch, Tiana is ready to throw caution to the wind… until she, too, gets transformed into a gorg!

Merida/Prints Mulan/Prints Belle/Prints Moana/Prints Raya/Prints

[jazzkrebber]

"a woman with knives ready to kill you!" WHERE⁉️⁉️

[iloveplacebo]

I had to draw him with a dark background

[addictedball]

OK! Now it’s suffering time!

Imagine Aang and Zuko slowly getting to know each other at the Western Air Temple and then naturally develop a relationship so pure and romantic that grows just like them.

But life happens, they have to heal the world that was marred by the war, they search for Zukos’s mother, they have to move forward and build families.

Then they have to make choices and maybe one of them is drifting apart or hide their love. In TLOK we get to see that Aang wasn’t the perfect father. Maybe some of his travels to the Fire Nation have something to do with it.

Ohh a forbidden love 💔

[pirate-of-the-southern-isles]

Varian and Hugo

Ha, you didn’t see them coming, aye?

Varian and Hugo! What are they doing here?

Well. When Varian was going through his villain era, he made himself some debts to a lot of not-really-nice people, including a few pirates. After his adventures with his own bunch of friends in “Varian and the Seven Kingdoms” (of which we were robbed) he was finally forced to pay it back. So – he needed money. So – he started to sell innovative (though often explosive) stuff to people who like innovative (though often explosive) stuff. Even on lower prices, if a buyer will come back with a review and notes.

As for now, Varian’s debts are long paid, but well, the Republic of Pirates kinds grew on him. He now has his own store and lab, run mostly by Hugo (as Varian resides mostly in Corona), where they research, develop, test and sell his potions and inventions – as a found family. The young alchemist is highly respected here, he met a few other inventors, engineers and magic specialists (although he still DOES NOT WORK WITH MAGIC) and is collaborating with them – all to push history on the way of great progress! But even with the best intention in hand, he would still prefer Rapunzel and Eugene to not know about his side hustle…

Did you notice those little tubes Hans wears on his vest and uses as diversion during battles/boardings/when someone is chasing him? Where do you think he buys it? He even has a special discount – “from one reformed villain to another”. He also helps testing new trinkets out - and Varian is always impressed by his detailed feedback.

Special thanks for The Sims 4 for making me an amazing background!

[yuttikkele]

zuko was already a flaming homosexual, aang just FANNED that flame

[nerdalmighty]

For light and life!

[milesworld96]

Gay people meeting up to beat the shit out of people on Smackdown

[celaenaeiln]

Dick and Jason would totally have a debate about reading. Except it wouldn’t be about whether Dick could read or not, it would be about whether classical literature is better than philosophical texts and they would hate the other because Jason would say that philosophical texts are a bunch of phony ramblings from old men who had nothing better to do and Dick would get mad and say classical literature is only popular because it’s too messed up for its time period and therefore the only reason it’s remembered and not because it’s actually good. 30 mins later Tim walks into the room with Jason and Dick not even a centimeter apart and screaming into each others faces and takes a slow sip of coffee and says “programming books are the most fun to read.”

Dick and Jason turn their heads so slowly to look at him that with each movement their neck muscles positively creak with pure revulsion for him.

Later Jason sends a half a dozen photos to the Titans and Bernard of Tim’s most awkward poses and Dick sidles up to Bruce and convinces him that Tim has gotten to the point where his sleep is affecting him so much he’s not functioning properly so Bruce takes matters into his own hands.

[clottedcreamtea]

DAYDREAM.

an interlude between chapters 10 and 11 in the story. sorry for my absence!! I'm legit an engineering major at my college and I'm finally on fall break and i passed one class w a B already! ejoy angst or something! its short but I'm proud.

"Marriage is what brings us together today,” Archbishop Cream Cookie spoke carefully, gazing upon the two Cookies before him at the altar. He had watched the couple grow and change after the journey to defeat the Blue Dragon; everyone in the republic had! Captain Caviar Cookie, Oyster Cookie, many of the Pearl Legion guards, and all of the convocation had witnessed their consul and their peacekeeper truly become one and change alongside each other.

Clotted Cream Cookie and Financier Cookie had finalized the end of the engagement the moment they docked. Clotted Cream Cookie was eager to begin a life with his true love, and Financier Cookie had been excited to meet with Caramel Arrow Cookie once more after the trip had ended. Things were hard, and Royal Milk Tea Cookie would have been lying if he didn’t admit that the shift in relationships was hard; Financier Cookie didn’t move on for a while, even while seeing Caramel Arrow Cookie. After many sessions of simply talking things out, the paladin and her consul eventually let feelings go and settled as great friends.

Oyster Cookie had sponsored the pair, purchasing them a mansion by the sea to dwell in peacefully, checking up on her son every once and a while as Royal Milk Tea Cookie accommodated himself to life away from home. Or rather, life in his new home. 

They weren’t newlyweds quite yet. Royal Milk Tea Cookie had been very serious about waiting until they knew things were going to stay steady before either Cookie popped the question (that was to say no more dragons were going to come after anyone anytime soon).

A month passed living together, then two months, and soon it had been nearly a full year of living in domestic bliss, waking up happily next to each other day after perfect day. Royal Milk Tea Cookie would dress himself in his royal blues and Clotted Cream Cookie would compliment him in his golden garb. They were a wonderful couple, and everyone in the Republic agreed. 

It was on a warm, summer evening that Clotted Cream Cookie organized a picnic by the sea with his beloved. There was a classic tartan blanket laid across the sand, far enough from the waves that a rising tide wouldn’t interfere with the meal. The consul had packed sandwiches and fruit as well as some ancient Hollyberryian berry juice, often reserved for only the most special of occasions, like the council meeting from what felt like so long ago.

The sun was setting, the breeze was perfectly salty, and a photographer was secretly waiting to capture the proposal on camera from a few dozen feet away in a coral bush.

“Oh, Clotted Cream Cookie, it’s beautiful!” Royal Milk Tea Cookie breathed, staring at the sun dazzling across the ocean.

“Yeah,” Clotted Cream Cookie sighed, as though he was out of breath. “It really is,” His eyes hadn’t left the Cookie sitting before him. He reached behind into the basket, pulling out a small, shell-shaped box. He nestled it to his left before reaching an arm around Royal Milk Tea Cookie and pulling him closer. They enjoyed the berry juice as the sun continued to set, landing at just the right height for a perfect engagement photo. 

“Why did you bring us out here, anyway?” Royal Milk Tea Cookie turned to his partner, head tilted, smile dancing across his face. “Is it some sort of anniversary I forgot about?” The smile started to fade.

“Oh, no!” Clotted Cream Cookie reached for the box. “Or, not yet at least.”

“Not yet?”

Clotted Cream Cookie shifted, maneuvering onto one knee, opening the shell-shaped box to reveal a golden band with a beautiful pearl as the stone, shining in the evening sunlight. “Royal Milk Tea Cookie,” The consul spoke, voice only wavering slightly. “I have loved you since the day we first met, and I know you’ve always felt the same. We’ve been through Hell together and I want you by my side wherever we go next. Will–”

“Yes!” Royal Milk Tea Cookie was tearing up and threw himself into Clotted Cream Cookie’s arms before he could finish the proposal. He smashed their lips together, too engulfed in passion to focus on being gentle with any of his movements. “Yes, of course, I’ll marry you!” 

The pair were laughing like children, searching the picnic blanket for the ring that had just been tossed aside in urgency to embrace. Finding it, Clotted Cream Cookie slipped the ring on Royal Milk Tea Cookie’s hand, kissing him once more.

The pictures turned out great. Royal Milk Tea Cookie had decided they’d be the portraits shown at the wedding, actually. He was impressed with the timing, the photographer in the bushes, and the angle captured from such a weird position. The golden light of the pair falling into the sand, glitter on the waves, the ring being searched for… it was such a beautiful moment and the pair were lucky to have captured it.

“What would you have done if I’d said no?” Royal Milk Tea Cookie whispered, standing at the altar as Archbishop Cream Cookie spoke.

“Oh, I’d have tossed myself into the sea.” Royal Milk Tea Cookie giggled. Archbishop Cream Cookie gave him a glance but continued, letting the pair whisper as they waited to be married. “I’m serious!”

“Clotted Cream Cookie!” Archbishop Cream Cookie started, interrupting the loving jokes. “Do you, take Royal Milk Tea Cookie to love and to cherish, through sickness and through health, as long as you both shall live?”

His smile spread across his face and his heart filled with love for the Cookie standing before him. “I do.” Clotted Cream Cookie said, proudly.

“And do you…” There was a faint smell of smoke, Royal Milk Tea Cookie noticed. He turned his head in a couple of directions to see where it might have been coming from. No other Cookies seemed to have noticed the scent. He shook it off. “... both shall live?”

Clotted Cream Cookie looked concerned. Royal Milk Tea Cookie shook his head and smiled. “I–” Before finishing the agreement to marriage, the church began to shake. The floor was quaking and Cookies were trying to steady themselves on the benches as they wondered what was happening.

Laughter began to chime from above. It was deep, menacing laughter that only a few Cookies truly recognized. It was the Blue Dragon.

“OH ROYAL MILK TEA COOKIE,” The voice began to speak. The audience started screaming, trying to flee the church as fast as they could before this creature decided to crumble them all. “YOU CAN’T ESCAPE ME, CHILD. NOT EVEN IN YOUR DREAMS WOULD YOU BE FREE FROM ME. OUR DEAL ISN’T UP YET!”

“What?” Royal Milk Tea Cookie cried, looking up and seeing the dragon peer in from the stained glass window above the altar. “But I thought we defeated you?”

“OH, YOU WERE WRONG!” The dragon shattered the glass, sending an arm hurtling at the little blue Cookie, picking him up, and pulling him out of the church. Royal Milk Tea Cookie tried to summon his licorice pearl minions, but the dragon was compressing him too tight. He couldn’t focus!

“Let me go!” Royal Milk Tea Cookie cried, slamming his hands on the dragon holding him in place. “Please! Let me go!”

The churchgoers were all screaming, looking up at their beloved Cookie who may have met his match for a final time. Clotted Cream Cookie was screaming too, but Royal Milk Tea Cookie couldn’t hear anything anymore. 

“TIME’S UP, LITTLE ONE!” The dragon had smoke emerging from the corners of its mouth. The clouds got darker and larger as the dragon opened its jaws wide, almost as though it was splitting its head in half. Royal Milk Tea Cookie got closer and closer to the jaws before he realized that he was about to be its next meal.

“NO!” He screamed, tears streaming down his cheeks. “NO! NO, PLEASE!” He cried, but it was no use. The dragon snapped its jaws shut, leaving Royal Milk Tea Cookie in darkness.

[illustratus]

The Battle of Texel 1673 by Jan de Quelery

[rum-inspector]

Swtor companion gifts. Sometimes I amuse myself by looking into what type of gifts companions like

Arcann likes commissioned art, a little bit. Is it a personalized holoportrait of himself? Of you, the gifter? Or his favorite rarepair? Pet portrait of his exoboars? We don't know.

The silly part of me wants to think "personal aroma set" is akin to Axe Bodyspray just because the boy looks like someone you know who uses too much of it - but I'm sure it's something more refinedm being ex-prince and all. Is it perfume? Is it scented candles? it could be insence? Whatever it may be, he likes to smell moderately nice.

But he really likes sith opera! Quinn likes it too. They can listen to it together, To the detriment of rest of the alliance, Quinn with his tenor and Arcann's baritone they form a delightful duo on Odessen Talent Nights. Together they can hit some of the notes. Fun to watch, not so much to listen.

[doueverwonder]

Liechtenstein: If we're counting castles and palaces together I have ten, nine in Austria and then Vaduz.

Liechtenstein: I would have thirteen if someone would give the other three back, but I'm not naming names.

Liechtenstein, coughing: Czechia

[thecatalogueofroyalfashion]

The Duchess of Sussex || Banana Republic