Cookie Run X Alien Stage Au!

My personal 2D model of Shadow Milk, animated by my pookie…. I love the result so much, thanks sweety <3

From attempting to steal a child's staff to stealing the child itself.. Welcome the dysfunctional family wizard cookie!

✨🍮🃏 It's them!!!✨

"Does self-sacrificing tendencies run in this dilly dang jamline?! What is wrong with y'all!?" Shadow Milk shouts in concern as he floats around Custard the III checking for severe injuries.

"Unfortunately it would seem that it does, My dear subject! Hehehe.. augh.." Custard the III laughed exhaustedly before groaning in pain. He was trying to lighten the mood but clearly failing.

"Tut, tut, tut! Just because you've earned your souljam, my boy, doesn't mean you're inviiiincible from harm!" Shadow Milk shook his head dramatically and exasperatedly, acting much like a disappointed parent.

"How reckless! Fooolish even! I taught you better! Better I tell you!" Shadow Milk added with a sigh, putting a hand over his head albeit too dramatically.

"A king protects his people from harm!" Custard the III interjected in a whine while healing himself. "It's my duty as king! To protect and heal my loyal subjects!"

"A king you may be, but that doesn't mean you should jump in the middle of danger, Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!" Shadow Milk scolded, wagging a finger at Custard the III like he's scolding a five year old.

"I'm an adult now, Shadow Milk! Don't talk to me as if I'm still twelve!" Custard the III groaned childishly.

"Welll, kiddo! You'll always be that little brat in my eyes." Shadow Milk snorted, chuckling.

"Whatever, grandpa!" Custard the III retorted with a snort, rolling his eyes.

"Hey now you brat, I'm still in my prime!" Shadow Milk chortled.

Yep, this is grown up Custard Cookie the III au.

Sorry if my writing is cringe and OOC

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I love this AU with my whole heart

More of these sillies

Aww look at em🥺 *eats art and runs away* taste like gummies

weird shaped followers .

2 Lil fuzzy and fluffy

self indulgent leshykitty that made me giggle cuz when was the last time we drew them proper?

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?

I'm making comics about Ancient/Beast with Ancients plushies. :3c

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"May I pray with you?"

"Sure."

"I need God carnally..."

"What."