#red velvet dragon

[shpepyao]

Huge artwork I did in a previous year for a zine that was never published

[fossilcookie]

Been working on this for a bit, be sure to listen to this while you read as that's the intent

https://youtu.be/ssanTyvEIdA?si=YvH0hmaEGGW_KNnT

[redvelv18]

red velvet dragon cookie woohoo!!

[andre-gynous]

Meant to post this sooner, but here is Leviathan! Aka the Red Velvet Dragon, Guild Boss given a cookie form. I know I have the head canon that Red Velvet is the dragon in cookie form, but I like giving multiple designs for characters as a fun side activity.

[aline-spice]

A little idea that vampire cookie is legally not allowed to bite enemies unless the kingdom is in danger... When dragons occasionally attack the kingdom, they become vampire's midnight snack <3

BONUS

Alchemist doesn't know whenever to be proud of him for doing something for once or if she should be terrified (both, probably.)

—- Cookie run belongs to Devsisters (@cookierun / @gingerbrave_dev )

[book-of-arts04]

Do you ever wonder if running is worth the speed? Is the pounding in your heart worth it in the long run? Because at this point, I don’t know either.

“Licorice!” a small voice cried. I turned back to see my friend, Licorice Cookie being helped up by his little brother Poison Mushroom Cookie. “Come on, Lico! You can’t die here!”

“Not planning on it, Mush! I’ll let all the jam in me spill rather than go back!” There was no arguing with the cloaked cookie. Running from Dark Enchantress was our only mission for survival. If anything, we either escape or we’ll be executed.

The two brothers, once allied with Dark Enchantress Cookie, were escaping alongside me, Red Velvet Cookie? Cake? Cookie Cake? I have an identity issue with that. Once a general of Cake Hounds and Wolves, now I flee for my life from my adoptive mother, who, right now, is fed up with failure and decided to execute us three for incompetence and uselessness. She claimed we did nothing to help her cause and deemed us worthy of death. Mother of the Year.

Either way, Licorice, the older of the two, was aptly named, for even if his locs of dark licorice strands wasn’t obvious, he carries the spicy smell of his tribal people from the Northern shore wherever he went due to the high amounts of it present in his dough. He was experienced in some forms of magic I had only heard about from meetings. He bore his usual dark cloak and necklace of skull beads while carrying his weapon of choice, a scythe made of bone? I never knew what it was. Most of the time, he’s nicknamed Lico.

Poison Mushroom Cookie was the same. A toxic mushroom was implanted into his dough, giving him a natural defense should anyone dare eat him. He would smell or taste like a cortinarius mushroom, sweet but deadly. Luckily, his power is to throw mushrooms that make someone experience hallucinations. Not that he is immune though. He has them himself at times. In our rush to escape, he wore his tiny purple robes and his favorite purple cap with violet polka dots on it. His nickname is Mush.

“Red, move! MOVE!” Contrary to his boney appearance, Lico shoved me hard and fast as we heard the baying of Cakewolves.

My beloved Cakewolves, the ones I have raised from puppyhood, had turned on me and were now seeking my jam. I couldn’t believe it when I saw them suddenly bark and snarl at me like I was an intruder. In fear, I ran with some still loyal Cakehounds in my wake, forcing me to leave my sword behind. Which was probably for the better since I don’t want to hurt them.

Licorice slung his scythe over his back and scooped up Mush as we ran from those ever so close howls. I could feel my heart pounding to deliver more energy to the cells in my muscles. Even so, I was not as fast people would think. The Tower of Sweet Chaos was one singular place. The Berry forests, however, were not. I could traverse them, yes, but not when I was already weak from hunger and scared for my life.

“We have to find those other Cookies!” I yelled to the brothers over the howls. “It’s our only chance for survival! The wolves will keep hunting for us if we stay in the open- Whoa!”

Out of nowhere, a cliff opened up over the sea at the edge of the forest. Luckily, Lico, my still loyal cakenines and I stopped before we tumbled and became soggy cookie dough corpses. Lico held his little brother close to his robes as we inspected the drop. 2,000 feet. We’ll die on impact.

Mush whimpered and clung tighter to his brother. Licorice and I panted heavily as we tossed some ideas.

“Should I summon some servants or that black thing from the Cacao Kingdom?”

“Too risky. Should I become my dragon form?’

“Do you even have control over that thing?!”

“Well, I don’t have any other ideas!”

My dogs whimpered as the howls grew closer. The puppies jumped into my arms and I hid them in the multiple pockets of my jacket. I couldn’t think of anything other than surrendering and praying for the best or jumping and risk trusting my dragon form.

Suddenly, a flash of blood red light appeared out of nowhere and a roar like that of a lion was heard. I’m pretty sure even the far northern Cacao Kingdom heard it.

“Dragon?” I cautiously asked Licorice.

“Do it,” was the reply.

I sigh and breathe out all the air in my cookie lungs. The adult cakehounds scrambled behind Lico’s robes and bit them nervously. I focused on picturing myself as the Red Velvet Dragon, a creature most assume was a creation of mine, a child I made out of the same baking materials as I was made. However, that wasn’t it. Dark Enchantress cast a spell on me that let me become the dragon. And I needed it now to ironically escape her tyranny.

Pain exploded around my body, letting me know it worked. My right arm became more vicious and cruel, my left becoming a mirror of it soon enough. My body expanded, changing from a small tiny cookie to a dragon the size of a witch’s cat. In other words, big. To better describe it, imagine a dragon. Now paint it white and red like a red velvet cake, with red sprinkles on the white. Red spikes on my spine that run from my head to tail, jutting out of the white cream. All while smelling like freshly baked red velvet cake with vanilla creme with cocoa chocolate in my dough. Again, the size of a real cat.

I shook my head and roared as loud as I could, unfortunately, not as loud as my soon-to-be opponent, but I accidentally gave away our position. Some General I am.

I lowered myself so the brothers and remaining hounds could climb onto my spine. I was so very unlucky to be brightly colored like my namesake cake/cookie. White and red weren’t stealthy on a full moon clear night! 

Licorice tried digging his heels into my scales to make me fly as if I was a horse to make me go.”Fly, you buffoon, FLY!!!” 

As if that worked. I was still woozy from transforming on an empty stomach and running beforehand. Actually, transforming in general, whether I ate or not (same with exercise), was disorienting enough for a multitude of too many reasons. I was so exhausted. I just wanted to lay down and nap in either form. But then again, luxuries were rarer than blue moons in my life. I didn’t get them often to recognize them in their glory.

My wings were slow to unfurl. As they reached their full length (the length of a casual open book that a witch would own), the earth began to shudder at a sudden, steady rate. They’re closing in on us! I flapped my wings to get momentum, tired, but determined to escape this mess. I peek over the cliff…

… And jumped over it. Just doing it was enough to make me glide away from the coming Cake Witch, away from the betrayal of my dogs, away from my sadistic sister who tortured others for fun, away from my dead emo brother who took his own life, away from the ancient tower, away, away, AWAY!!! I couldn’t take anymore drama!

The scent of the sea was torture, salt and fish in one massive cauldron of water. Seriously, how can one cookie control all of this?! I was disgusted, even when I tried to focus on the wind flowing around me as I flew.

Flying! Not too often I did this form and even after so many years, flying was always a wonderful experience! Wind, which would often tangle my long dark hair, would now part for me and allow me to forget what made me so scared of others. Just the feeling of freedom through the smooth currents of wind made me feel weightless and liberated from expectations.

The roars behind us faded away to white noise the farther away I flew. If I could talk like a cookie in my dragon form, I would have screamed “Sayanora, jerks!”

Luckily, Licorice did that for me with an extra fist shaking. I let out a chuckle, which sounded like a throaty growl due to my current form. My loyal cakenines growled and snarled behind me, howling at their former members of their pack, shaming them for what they did. Even Mush threw a shroomie, though it fell way short of its mark into the moonlit mess of sea. The message was still sent though. I could only imagine the anger painted on Dark Enchantress Cookie’s face watching this.

I don’t regret my actions. I don’t regret leaving. I don’t regret anything.

[thecookiefoster]

Youbwere right about red velvet being the dragon

I went into the room and he tackled me then transformed back into a cookie hes currently biting my ankles instead of his chew toys-

I dont have any meat-

Woah, I was right??? :O

Quite a rare instance, but also super cool!

Anyway, maybe try distracting him with something else? It could probably be tolerated if the bites don’t draw too much blood, but if you do feel the need to, try distracting him by throwing something!

[bananasher1337]

apologies for inactivity i have not been making much digital art since school is really kicking my ass

anyway dragon puppet

[timekeepertwister]

Case 0 Type P - File 2 - “Solace in Nightmares”

Location: The Witch’s House

Timeline: PET-K

Date of Record: April 30th, 1939

Affirming Witness: C/E-727

Subjects Involved: C/A-95, C/L-33, H/?-9.? (Multiple Unknowns), C/E-78, CDC/AO-727, RC/EO-77

Timeline Inspection Record Of: “Tower of Sweet Chaos” [Deviation Detected]

🥖 Baguette Cookie’s Note: Do Not Circulate This File Outside TBD Executive Panel Unless An Emergency Is Declared.

[APPROVED] [OVERRIDE]

The horned Cookie stared down the Witches as the Oven’s doors opened, black cape fluttering against the airflow of the Oven’s hot air with a gaze full of malice as she burst into sinister laughter. “Who could have known it was so simple! NOW I understand! The Witches were wrong! I refuse this so-called ‘destiny!’ I was reborn against anyone's will! A new body... How refreshing! From now on, you may call me Dark Enchantress Cookie. And you, Witches, will learn to fear me!”

Seeing this instance of Fortuna forsaking them for baking a cookie twice while infusing it with unstable magic mixed into a cauldron of dough, the Witches fled for their lives, scrambling for their belongings as they bumbled about running into each other in confusing terror as they made their way for the door.

Dark Enchantress Cookie only stared them down as they fled the scene and chuckled. “But where are you going so soon? You left your cake in the oven!” Turning to the other cakes left in the Oven and infused with dark magic, she shouted as loud as she could to rally the cakes left behind like the revolutionary she became, “ARISE, FORSAKEN DESSERTS! REJECT YOUR PITIFUL FATES LIKE I HAVE REJECTED MINE! THE WORLD DIVIDED INTO THOSE WHO EAT AND THOSE TO BE EATEN... WILL BURN! HEED ME, DESSERTS! IT IS TIME TO UNLEASH HELL ONTO THE WITCHES!”

The newly-rallied Cake Monster army she raised rushed out of the Oven towards the hordes of fleeing Witches, taking them down one by one. An endless horde of Davids taking on about a dozen Goliaths in a fiery blitzkrieg. Screams, howls, roars, and fire filled the air, slowing fading away into the night sky. Silence… until one forgotten Cookie approached, right arm already crumbled away, uttering, “Dark Enchantress… Cookie…?”

“I hear you, child...” she replied. “Poor thing, have you lost your arm?” She soothed the newly-baked Cookie in a motherly tone far-contrasting the rallying cry she shouted several minutes ago. “There, there. I have a gift for you. I believe this will serve you well.” She scrounged through the forgotten bits and crumbs left behind in the Oven and fashioned together a synthetic arm composed completely out of cake. “This arm will connect you with your brethren!”

Having his arm replaced with one made of red velvet cake, the Cookie replied, “Hmm... I guess... yes...”

“That cupboard holds the Ultimate Recipe. And you are about to witness what it is capable of!” She motioned to her new follower towards the door to lead him off. “Follow me, child. I will show you a better world.” And with that, the duo left to raid the Witch’s cupboard while she was away to exploit the Ultimate Dough’s true powers… but that’s nowhere near the end of everything in this Oven…

“What… happened…? Was my denial that ambitious…? To not be eaten by the Witches…? This isn’t how I wanted this to end…!” Covered in burns and thoroughly singed in regret, denial, and tears, White Lily Cookie looked onward into the fallout of battle created by the new Cake Monster Army and sobbed quietly near the dying warm embers of the fire when she heard crumbs fall onto the tray. All she could do is look in paranoia as her perceptions of the world around her had been shattered thoroughly to see… another Cookie? Heading TOWARDS HER?! “W-who’s there…? I’m not ready to be eaten…!”

“Please… don’t scream…” A modestly-regal Cookie approached, donning a dress red as velvet with a few ruby accenting accessories. A red velvet cake with black-flame candles on her head as a hat. Her right arm was not that of a Cookie, but of a deep crimson cake striped with white frosting. The staff she held had melted into a shade of scarlet, an amethyst gem seen towards its peak. She reeked of black magic, but the Cookie held no malice towards White Lily Cookie. “This should never have happened at all. My dreams… gone… burnt to the ground. This dough… the Ultimate Dough… t’was that which is to blame.”

“Ultimate Dough…?” White Lily Cookie was puzzled. She heard the Witches mention the Ultimate Dough after she fell in, but she didn’t feel anything that could be remotely considered ‘ultimate’ at all besides the feeling that her hatred, rage, and denial had manifested itself into a new Cookie with the Ultimate Dough as its vessel. Shaped to fit a new form similar to that which was held by the original her.

“Yes. The Ultimate Dough is a canvas for greatly amplifying one’s will unto the world. If their intentions are pure, the dough can truly make the world a better place. But if their will is intent on destruction and chaos… this world is as good as doomed. Just as you saw, your intentions for denial manifested into Dark Enchantress Cookie. A dark, twisted avatar of yourself hellbent on executing your will in that heat of the moment.”

“I see…” White Lily Cookie answered. “…but who are you? What were you doing in the Witch’s Oven tonight, on the Night of the Witches?”

“Come, listen closely. There is much more to this world than meets the eye.” The unnamed Cookie sat White Lily Cookie down on a cake crumb before she sat down herself. “My name is Scarlet Cake Sorceress Cookie. I am one of three Harbingers of the Truth beyond Cookiekind. In civilization’s infancy, when the Tree of Life was but a modest tree before what it became today… before you and the other Ancients led your people into an era of peace… there were several Cookies that helped shape this world into what it is. Handpicked by the Sugar Swan itself. They only told you of five of them, but four of them would not exist without us Harbingers.”

“No… who are the Harbingers? What do you do?”

“Us Harbingers were tasked to shape this world and to aid the Millennial Tree in his endeavors in doing so. The first of us is the Avatar of Destiny. Ruler of the World of Light, they would be responsible for divinations and foreseeing imminent danger that would lead us to catastrophe. They would choose champions of Light to save the world for all living beings… even if the Witches couldn’t deliver. But as of recently, it has moved to deliver a new prophecy directly to Cookiekind: a prophecy of Armageddon.

The second of us is the Licorice Abyss. Sovereign of the Abyssal Licorice Seas, the Abyssal Leviathan Mercookie would oversee the deep abyss and any civilizations that existed in the darkness. Where light cannot reach from the heavens, he rules the murky waters of the abyss with a fair and just fin over the living and those who have sunken into the depths forever. His palace as of now is just off the edge of the continent of Crispia, where the coast of the Dark Cacao Kingdom is now. Their prophecy for the sovereign’s successor came in the form of a riddle: ‘Grown of the Land, Taken by the Abyss, Blessed by the Moon, a Leader will emerge to protect the Realms of Sea and Snow.’ Alas, we have yet to receive this successor as of recently to calm the recently restless seas.”

“Okay…? Now you then…?”

“Right. I am the third Harbinger: the Red Velvet Dragon. Protector of the Kingdom of Cakes. Master Cake Crafter. I was responsible for the prosperity of all Cakes and ensuring peace for all growing civilizations across Earthbread. My rule wasn’t always an easy one, but I made do where I could to make everyone happy but also protect them at all costs, including my powerful Cake Arm and my gifts in all manner of magic. Among all such spells, the Sugar Swan entrusted me with the Spell of Draconian Transformation, to assume my True Form as the Red Velvet Dragon and lead our people into battle against anything that would destroy the world. I also held the capabilities to cast Cake Magic; to manifest anything out of Cake, including living beings. But alas, dark and powerful magic comes at a price… a price that would conjure dark avatars to leave nothing behind but desolation and crumbs… including some of me. Everybody has a dark side that manifests such an avatar. No matter whether it’s this dimension or the next, one always exists for everyone in this world.”

“Dark side… of Cake Dragons?!” White Lily Cookie faintly recalled her battle with a Red Velvet Dragon alongside her friends. Pure Vanilla Cookie… Hollyberry Cookie… Golden Cheese Cookie… Dark Cacao Cookie… and herself. “Only with our powers combined could we repel the dark dragons and keep the world safe… but it wasn’t as we thought…”

“Neither did I. I was using this Oven for one of my grandest projects to date for a new Cake Castle atop this forsaken tower, alongside a new Cake Wolf cavalry regiment as well. But when this Oven uttered its song of fire on this very night, pulses of black magic fueled by rage and denial emanated from the Ultimate Dough before it molded itself into Dark Enchantress Cookie, imprinting this unbreakable curse of black magic onto me. Other forms of magic are at the tips of my reach. My people… gone… my kingdom… forsaken. I have failed my duty as Protector of the Kingdom of Cakes. Seeing these Cakes follow Dark Enchantress Cookie will only attract more of them to her rule, corrupted by her black magic… including my draconic colleagues. My best friends… gone. Taken by the darkness. Who knows when they will appear again and burn this world to ashes…?”

“Scarlet Cake Sorceress Cookie, was it?” White Lily Cookie asked. “I’m sorry for getting you involved in this… surely you haven’t seen this coming.”

“Nay,” replied the sorceress. “It’s not completely your fault. We had received a vision from the stars that the Night of the Witches would bring our undoing… unless somebody unexpected would change our fate.” She conjured a portal of dark magic to a dimension that White Lily Cookie had recognized in horror. “Aye, you recognize this dimension, yes? A subconscious dimension of spirits named the Lilywhite Space in your honor since you found it. Dunno whether it’s an honor for your aptitude or an unfriendly reminder of what a powerful mage can do when left unchecked. Until it’s safe for us to strike back, we must hide here… but it seems like we have a visitor out of place mentioned in another of the Avatar of Destiny’s prophecies… a prophecy of hope.”

“Hope…” White Lily Cookie had assumed it to be the last time she would use that word for a long time, but this didn’t seem right. “A visitor out of place…” She saw the tiny raven on the windowsill… but wait. Ravens aren’t normally that small! Only a shapeshifting Cookie could be that raven, especially one that wasn’t in the Oven. She took her chances and whistled towards it. “There it is! Is it you? The one they foretold would be a symbol of hope?”

The raven croaked and emitted a purple cloud, showing her true form as a short Cookie with a purple raven’s hood. She looked at them intently as she floated just far off the ground on her green feathered wings, purple talons at the ready for anything to come as she flew towards them. “I know nothing of the prophecy you’re talking about, but my mission in here involves you, White Lily Cookie. Against my friends’ wishes, I traveled back in time to find you before it was too late… but it seems like I was a few seconds off. The point is, my ancestor- your friend- Dark Amethyst Cookie is worried for your safety.”

“Really…? She’s worried… for me? After what I did to her…?”

“Yes. She’s worried because you’re our only hope to join forces with the other Heroes and defeat Dark Enchantress Cookie. Without you, the battle would be lost, and both her and Dark Enchantress Cookie know this all too well. If you were to fall before the decisive battle for the world, it would all be for naught for them. That’s why you need to be safely concealed from her until then, and that would be within this portal.”

“But I don’t even know who you are- oh! We’re flying…!”

The hooded sorceress Cookie tipped her hood and cast a levitation spell on Scarlet Cake Sorceress Cookie to safely carry her into the portal while clasping White Lily Cookie with her talons. “The name’s Radish Raven Cookie. Raven instincts, avian physiology, Cookie heritage. Daughter of Dark Amethyst Cookie, middle sister between Beet Cookie and Lantern Angler-Turnip Cookie. We can talk more about this later, but we need to get moving into this portal to Lilywhite Space before the Witch returns and eats us all! Don’t worry about me dropping you, my talons can magically clasp anything they grab, and my wings can support the weight of a Cookie a hundred times my weight and still keep me in flight. With the help of my telekinetic powers and and other spells in my school of psychic Dusk Magic, I’ve stayed on this path of keeping my friends safe alongside the greater world.” As Radish Raven Cookie flew closer and closer to the portal with White Lily Cookie safely in her grasp, she told the two, “Hold on, this might get rough…!”

“Telekinetic powers… psychic what- AAAAAAAHHHHHH…!” White Lily Cookie struggled to comprehend the concept of a psychic, half-raven, shapeshifting sorceress Cookie telling her all of this as the three went into the portal with the other two of them screaming on their way in. And once they were on the other side, the portal snapped closed behind them as if they weren’t even there.

Unaware of these three Cookies’ appearance and disappearance into another dimension, a disgruntled Witch kicked open the door with her robe and hat in tatters, grabbed a flask of milk, dunked a leftover cookie in it, and ate it as she muttered to herself. “Stupid tiny enchantress… pummeling all my friends… I baked all these cookies for tonight… and now my banquet with all my friends… ruined!” The Witch banged her fist on the table and shouted into the messy kitchen as she ate a second cookie, “I’LL GET YOU FOR THIS, YOU TINY COOKIE!!! YOU JUST WAIT AND SEE!!!”

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[End of File 1.1] - [Previous: File 1 - “The Waltz of Walpurgis”] - [Next: File 2.1 - “To Sell an Heirloom”] - [Return To Case Record]

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Director’s Order: Emergency Declared. Lower File Security Clearance Level to Public. Locate White Lily Cookie ASAP. Cooperation with non-hostiles advised. Scramble the Timeguard Keepers Immediately.

Timekeeper Cookie 🕰

Croissant Cookie 🥐

Baguette Cookie 🥖

Dark Fondue Cookie 🍫🫕

Marble Bread Cookie 🍞🍫

String Gummy Cookie 🔫⏳

[APPROVED]

[the-cookies-of-darkness]

Pitaya: fine. But she escalated it. *leaves with her daughter*

Golden apple; *mutters great job as always miss. Sarcastically*

"You were the one who came over to the village that Bugtrap specifically told you to avoid." RV grumbles

[luinaza-ptss]

Cookie run comics i did-

Should i post more?

[craske]

cookies...... personal favorites since ive come back to the game recently after a long break

[the-dragons-demise]

enjoy some eyes while I figure out writing

these tags are going to be the end of me i swear

[fresh-outta-earthbread]

dragons!!! i wanted to try out drawing all of em + some draconic leaning fellas :]

[lohotine]

I can't sleep so have this

Multiple x Reader

Synopsis: what they do when you can't sleep

Warnings: Not proof read

"What are you even still doing up?" They'd ask, sleepily rubbing their eyes.

"Can't sleep," You'd respond.

They had a semi annoyed look on their face before sighing.

"You're not even trying." They lay back down beside you, wrapping their arms around your waist and resting their head on your shoulder.

"I am..." you said.

"No you're not. Your eyes aren't even closed." They lazily trace the features on your face with their finger before giving you a quick peck on the cheek.

"Now close your eyes, dummy."

RANPO EDOGAWA, CHUUYA NAKAHARA, Muichiro, Sampo Koski, Aventurine, HEIZOU, Lyney, TIGHNARI, Cyno, WANDERER, KEQING, Prune Juice, Pitaya Dragon, Longan Dragon

"Hm? Are you still awake? At this hour?" Their expression shifts into one of worry.

"Oh I just can't fall asleep. That's all.." you say in an attempt to shake their concern.

"No no no, that simply won't do." They get up from the bed and start walking towards the door.

"Where are you going-?" You lean up on the bed.

"Don't worry about it too much. I'll be right back." They give you a soft smile that you can barely see in the dark before exiting the room.

It doesn't take long before they come back with a cup of freshly made tea.

They take a seat on the bed next to you and hand you the cup.

"Now... is there anything else you need? I can pick out a good story to read... or maybe youd prefer somthing else?"

ATSUSHI, Tanjiro, AYATO, Ayaka, Kazuha, KAVEH, Lynette, NEUVILLETTE, Sunday, Robin, Misha, Jing Yuan, Fu Xuan, Lingyang, Yangyang, Pastel Meringue, PURE VANILLA, Affogato, Clotted Cream, Red Velvet

"You're still up?" They ask, entering the room.

"Clearly you are as well..."

They cross their arms and lean against the door frame. "I am, but at least I'm actually doing something. What are you doing, staring at the ceiling?"

Your expression shifts into one of annoyance "What else am I supposed to do?"

They sigh before getting onto the bed and laying down on your lap.

"If you're going to pull an all-nighter, you might as well do it with me."

Dazai Osamu, Yanqing, XINGQUI, Sethos, Venti, Hu Tao, Furina de Fontaine, Shadow Milk, Royal Margarine, Licorice

[thecookiefoster]

I havent been able to find red velvet anywhere

The dragon keeps staring at me menacingly

Think this face ">:3" im currently mroe concerned as to where red velvet is

Hm…

Alright, this may sound VERY outlandish and this may make me sound insane, but this has happened before…

But what if that dragon IS the Red Velvet???