he’ll be my early christmas gift lol <33333
hey shawty
naib, watching eli and aesop kiss: itll be fun they said. you won’t be the third wheel, they said
i hope licorice from cr kingdom and norton campbell from idv have a good day
springtime562 asked:
Licorice x Clover? I saw a picture of that ship and it made me "DAWWWH"
crumbling-kingdom-imagines answered:
“Do you want help?” Licorice asked, looking at the mass amount of supplies Clover was already struggling to move. Struggling was perhaps, too strong of a word, though Clover certainly was taking many trips.
Clover just looked Licorice up and down before huffing with a smile. “You’re offering?”
“Yes!”
“You sure?” Clover hummed. “I got it handled, you don’t need to worry about it.”
“I’m sure!”
“Alright… can you pick up those boxes over there then?”
Licorice nodded, walking over to where he was directed. The only issue was as soon as he attempted to heave the seemingly light boxes up he found they were heavier than anticipated. Taking a deep breath, he attempted to lift just one at a time. The first one brought him down with it and he could hear giggling coming from the green cookie he was unfortunately in love with.
“Do you need help?”
“No, I got it.” Licorice grumbled, trying once more to lift the box with no avail.
“Okay…” Clover slowly walked over to another box and lifted it up, tucking it under his arm before lifting another one and heading on his way.
Licorice could only stare.
“Yes?” Clover hummed, not even turning around to look at the darkly dressed cookie.
“How?”
“What do you mean how?”
“How do you do it- you’re not even sweating.”
“Oh, well you see I lived on the road for many, many years.” Clover had a sad smile on his face, putting the boxes down next to the rest of them before heading back over to Licorice. “I’ve always managed my own packing and travelling. Never pack more than you can carry and never carry more than you can hold and still see over. I started to grow attached to things, and sometimes kindhearted cookies would gift me things that I’d keep, and soon enough I’d have to carry a heavy bag along with all my instrument maintenance things.”
Licorice nodded slowly.
“Not a lot of people expect me to be strong, I think the cape and loose clothes help a lot.” With a bright laugh Clover grabbed another box. “Comes in handy when you gotta move boxes into a house, right?”
“Right.” Licorice clicked his tongue. “I’m strong too y’know.”
“I know.” Clover kissed Licorice’s cheek, trying to stifle more giggles. “You’re very strong, baby, I love you.”
Once Clover turned his back though, Licorice grabbed his scythe off the floor and thrusted it into the air to call upon his licorice servants.
“Pick up the boxes.” The order was simple enough.
The small servants ran over to the boxes, doing the best they could with their stubby arms to lift the boxes onto their heads and run over and into the house with them. Thankfully the boxes weren’t heavy enough to shatter.
“Oh hello little man!” Licorice could hear Clover exclaim, the smile evident in his voice, as the musical cookie had no doubt just saw one of the servants run by.
“Did you summon your little men?” Clover poked his head out of the house, looking at Licorice with bright eyes.
“They’re Licorice Servants.” He corrected with a huff, as one ran back to struggle with lifting another box onto it’s head. “And yes.”
“Aw!” Clover giggled. “They’re so cute!”
“They’re evil and dangerous! I call upon them using dark magic and they follow my every c-”
“They’re just… little guys!” Clover crouched down to one that was running back to Licorice, only to pick it up and coo over it. The little servant started flailing in the cookie’s grasp, though Clover didn’t seem deterred. “Hello! You’re so cute! Yes you are!”
Licorice sighed, the concept of them being evil was clearly not an explainable one. Instead, the robed cookie helped the servant with putting the box onto it’s head before it ran inside.
“I think those are all the boxes?” Licorice glanced around at the last one being pushed inside by one of the servants. “Happy to move into your new house?”
“Yeah,” Clover giggled as he set the servant down and watched it run and hide behind Licorice’s robe. “A bit strange, having somewhere to return to whenever I go off on an adventure, but nice.”
“Like having someone to return to?” Licorice raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah. It’s… nice. Not what I saw myself having in life, but I am grateful to have it.”
Look! It’s me, drawing traditionally again! (It hurts!)
I’m tryna relax and take drawing slowly, so I drew good ol’ Clover Cookie vibing.
It’s March! Get your green on!
Clover was never much of a fighter, he’s a really weak little thing. Can’t walk for a long time and falls under sleeping spells frequently. Shamrock wants to take Clover away from his little garden to see the world, or see as far as he’s allowed to go. So, he takes him into town, where the crowds are colorful and lively. Spending an afternoon looking at knick knacks, tasting strange foods, and enjoying live performances, Clover knocks right out on a bench. Shamrock is spent too, but he still has energy to carry his little friend home.
And here we are :^)
