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ok i havent ever even played crk but im already in love with it
or maybe i just like the gay cookies idk
I'VE ALREADY SAVED ALL THE MATERIALS I NEED TO LVL HIM UP!!
18 hours and 43 minutes till maintenance begins and smilk becomes real, how we feeling?
*reblogs with tears in my eyes*
Chat is it too much to hope for a scene where Shadow Milk Cookie is greatly weakened and trying to hit Pure Vanilla Cookie while he can barely stand while screaming, "I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU", but eventually, when he realizes nothing is working, he just breaks down and starts crying into PV's robes, and then Pure Vanilla Cookie leans down and starts holding him and comforting him and saying, "Shhh, it's alright" and then Shadow Milk just lays there crying in his arms?
Is that too much to hope for?
OMG WHAT IF THE REASON HES LIKE THIS IS BC HE CANT SLEEP WELL BC OF THE "ALL SEEING" THING, AND HE CANT REST PROPERLY BC HES CONSTANTLY GETTING THE EQUIVALENT TO AN UNSKIPPABLE AD WHILE HES TRYING TO SLEEP
Wakes up at 7AM vs Sleeps until 2PM
Symbolism of Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk:
Okay I was scrolling and it suddenly hit me why I felt way more attached to the dynamic that Shadow Milk and Pure Vanilla had then say Dark Cacao and Mystic flour It’s because of the freaking double meaning to their primary roles as a Jester and King. (And me having the cultural knowledge to get any secondary meaning between their roles unlike the other two ancients at the minute).
So in the modern media and more frequent interpretation of the royal court the Jester was there to entertain, which is how SM is introduce to us, but in some cases it wasn’t their only job in court. They could responsible for bearing bad news to the King but also being one of the few people in court who could publicly mock and talk freely to him, so long as it seemed funny. This reflects on the actual game as Shadow Milk is the only one be it positive or negative that will not speak to Pure Vanilla without some form of formality.
While yes PV is friends with the other ancients there’s still a formality between them due to their ranks and roles even with Gingerbrave and Co they’re still a bit formal to him as he’s their elder. Shadow Milk as his elder in age but equal in terms of power (due to possessing the same soul jam), is the only one who talks frankly to him.
As for bearing bad news (yes this is relative but makes sense in context) SM is the one albeit in a very manipulative and disingenuous manner informs PV truth is only relative to the individual or group but is made up of lies varying from meaningless to meaningful, and that even he will lie as some situations a sweet lie is better than the bitter truth.
SM both directly and indirectly aided in PV’s decision making which on occasion for some Jesters was their role albeit this was extremely uncommon. Which ended up with the Truthless Recluse and eventually Compassionate.
All this making their roles as the Jester and the King even more intertwined than just a cosmetic choice.
Anyway Inky signing this post off!
Been thinking (ya know instead of sleeping) on how busted White Lily will be when she inevitably gets an awakened form due to power creep. It likely won’t be for now just based on where the narrative is and how she’s still relatively good in the meta and with Holly right there along with the witch arc too but yeah. Like she’s already strong and her animation be crazy on the processing so idk how that’ll work. That’s not even touching on how that’ll work narratively.
(My opinion on that while I’m half asleep is she’ll break down due to Dark enchantress then deal with her beast).
But yeah I’m signing off I don’t even want to think about the beasts in the future getting buffed. 😅
here’s one for a fandom I’m currently in:
i do not know how to draw backgrounds ໒( , ⊙ Ĺ̯ ⊙ , )७
(little teaser for something im working on)
he’s checking for lice
we all know this diva!!!!!!!
lil something i whipped up in free draw
this one did numbers on tt
SHADOW MILK COOKIE INVADES YOUR TUMBLR
RB to infect other blogs with shadow milk cookie
Not only do I find u on tumbler
But also mermaid cookie art? ALL HAIL THE ARTIST
Gem mermaids
hehe two witches hanging out @catxolotlquoise
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ purelily angst
SYNOPSIS: Pure vanilla cookie is having trouble getting over his past— a person from his past in particular. Oh and he also bothers his friend about it while drunk (me core 🥀)
AUTHORS NOTE: HIIIIII so oml this lowkey sucks but purelily is so peak imma purelily shipper till I DIE 🥀🥀!! It doesn’t really have a story tbh, and I can do much better— but enjoy lolol. Also I don’t pay attention in ELA so my grammar is so ahh..
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Alcohol mentions, angst — not an 18+ fic :))
Its REALLY short 😔😔 mb gng— also unedited so yeah not my best work 💪
I took MAD inspo off sm1 from ao3 so yeah
this fic is a little weird bc theres no real plot, just me angst freestyling 😎
PURELILY REMINDS ME OF MY OLD CRUSH (who im still in love with) 🥀🥀
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It had been countless agonizing years since White Lilys tragic fate. He couldn’t quite grasp the fact that she was— gone.. technically. She’d toyed with magic he knew she shouldn’t have.. meddled with forces too dangerous for her to understand. The thought of her just slipping between his fingers brought on a weight he never would be able to carry, a burden he would never lift. He knew he would never move on. He knew it. Although it wasn’t very favorable, he thought of the white haired woman more than he’d like to admit to anyone. The golden light spilled from the blinds, illuminating his cream colored face. Everything reminded him of it— of her. Of the sweet melodies they would dance to in the sheer moonlight, the way she gently tended for her lilys, touch softer than silk in comparison to his firm, creamy graze. The times she was intelligent and strong, and the contrasting times when she was vulnerable. The times they’d dance or simply looked into each other’s eyes, deep, perplexing emotions that could never be committed to paper in mere words.
Pure Vanillas grip on the bottle loosened. The fizz of the substance inside swirled around, bringing out a certain emptiness that lingered in his heart. Would White Lily want this hopeless, weary life for him? Knowing her felt like having magic at the tips of his dull fingers. His somber gaze shifts up, up to a glass of lilies he had kept after all these years. A sign of death and a sign of rebirth, and most prominently a reminder of his old lover. They were slightly wilting, the petals tilted downwards and the color a bit dull; but nowhere near dead. His gaze softened a bit, the flowers reminded him of his lover. His lover he was grieving. Grieving an alive woman. A corrupted woman.
A few dozen minutes subsequently, he stands in front of his dear friend Hollyberrys door. He awkwardly knocked, the substance in his body making his movements rather— sluggish and lazy. It was almost an anachronism to visit his companion in this befuddled state, but she was rather tender and responsible and didn’t mind if her inebriated friend came to talk. He made out the sound of footsteps approaching, and the door expeditiously opened. Her face remained unsurprised when she saw him, as he’d been there in his state times before.
“Pure vanilla! How are you? Have you eaten today?” She spoke, a happy facade masking her true worry for him. He was becoming rather bibulous and he’d been visiting intoxicated more and more lately, and his booze intake was terrible for his health (quite ironic for hollyberry cookie but anyways). He analyzed her question and looked down at his emaciated frame. He in fact hadn’t eaten that day, nor much the previous days; but gave his friend a warm smile and a clumsy thumbs up.
“Yeaaah, Holly. I ate.” The words rolled roughly off of his tongue, and he hated how he was fibbing through his teeth. She looked heavily skeptical of his words, but had no intent to fight. She signaled for him to come in, and he stumbled in lazily. He seated himself down at her kitchen table, while she sat across from him. She poured him a glass of tea, in hopes to settle his unwell stomach after all of the intoxicant in his system.
“I miss her. I miss my lily..” he says somberly. She looks at him with gentle, pitiful eyes. He resisted the tempting urge to pule right infront of her, not wanting to show vulnerability to anyone, not even someone he could trust. His dear friend hesitated, not exactly knowing how to comfort the man so she just stared at him; waiting for him to continue speaking.
“I can’t.. put it into..” he hiccups briefly. “Words.. the apologies I had prepared.. in the shower.. in the mirror.. in bed...” He paused for a moment, unsure if he should spill the embarrassing truth to her. “I still write her letters, you know. Letters that are stained with meaningless tears— About how I’m sorry..” his voice gets a bit shaky. “H..how.. I didn’t stop her.. how I didn’t notice how she was being tormented.” his head falls into his hands and he sits in a melancholic silence, the air rich with pensive sadness. “All of the ‘what if’s’ won’t go away. So I force them out with..” an awkward silence seems to flood the small kitchen. “..with alcohol.” He rests his head fully down on the table, feeling the cool surface on his dough (heh.. see what I did there?). He couldn’t bring himself to meet eyes with his friend. His friend who was one of the bravest people he knew, watching him act like a crestfallen fool over a past lover. “I’m sorry you have to hear about this.. Holly.. It must be tiresome to listen to someone like me get so sad after a couple drinks.”
Hollyberry gives him a caring smile. “Hey.. Pick your head up, Pure Vanilla. You can always talk to me, and I’m always happy to listen.” She picks up his cup and pours him some more tea, before giving his shoulder a weak, comforting punch. He grins a bit, trying to make himself feel some form of artificial bliss— “Look at you, Hollyberry cookie. Always looking out for everyone.” Despite the caring words, his smile soon fades, his lips morphing into a thin line.“Sometimes.. I’m kept up at night.. and I guess.. I mumble hopeless whispers at the ceiling, yearning for her to come back.” He cringes at his own words. “Sometimes I wish she would answer my pleas..” His voice trailed off as he feels a warm hand on his shoulder. “Hey.. it’s gonna be okay..” he heard hollyberrys voice, in a soothing tone. It angered him and he brushes the hand off. “Okay..? Okay?!” The anger wore off within brief seconds. “It’s just.. I don’t know. I should go home and rest..” he forced a grin as he drunkenly stumbled for the door. “Thank you for having me, Holly.” She frowns, not thinking that their chat fully relived the burdens he carried against himself. She feels dissatisfied, but knew she couldn’t do anything about his sadness. Nothing like what White lily could’ve done. “Same time next week?” She half- bantered, as it was most likely going to become the unfortunate reality. Her remark made him let out a slight chuckle, and open the door. “You know it.” He said, somberly as he also knew that he would tipsily stop by in the near future. The door clicks behind him, leaving him alone in the cold night with his thoughts.
AYY LETS GO IM FINALLY DONE (at 3:35 am and too lazy to edit it)!! Anyways I need fic reqs so PLS give some guys 💔
Guys do you think instead of doing JUST BSD fanfiction I should expand to CRK as well? (I'll still be mostly doing bsd tho cuz that's my main obsession at the moment)
stop playing with me,ho...
It came to me in a dream
I like when games allow you to decorate things ; i have too much joy and whimsy in me to not waste all my in-game money
To Tame the Tamer
𓂀 The beast tamer, Smoked Cheese Cookie, requires a stern talking to.
Pairing: Smoked Cheese Cookie × Fem!Reader
Note: He's Affogato Cookie but likeable (not like he isn't but SC is just better).
WC: 817
Graphics: orange 1 + 1.1, orange 2
The beast tamer could not suppress the scoff that emerged from the thought of his "Golden Sovereign" refusing to act, and that she continued to cling to a fallen kingdom. It has been years since the Dark Flour War has passed, and still she fears what can no longer threaten her. The kingdom he has pledged his undying loyalty to, is frozen in a certain period of time, neither evolving or devolving. He, too, is but a mere husk, a cheap imitation of what he once was.
A figment of her imagination.
And that is the worst insult of all. He, the once great beast tamer of the Golden Cheese Kingdom, reduced to nothing but a mere soul, wandering the ruins of the fallen kingdom. How pathetic. Even the great Gate Guardian is but a soul and nothing more, his strength limited by the coward that insists on continuing this tasteless façade.
She is hopeless. Completely, utterly hopeless. And the mere fact that Mozzarella Cookie and Burnt Cheese Cookie continue to stand by her side and even encourage her delusions is nothing short of infuriating. If only he could get his hands on her soul jam, free everyone of this miserable charade. Yes... He could return this kingdom to its former glory, better it even. The people would be grateful of his deeds, they would all be free of Golden Cheese's delusions, they would no longer have to live as husks, and he would—
“I know that look.”
Curses. Of course someone had to interrupt his line of glorious thoughts. Who would dare to approach him in his private chambers? The Smoked Cheese Cookie? Who—?
“Your greed, Smoked Cheese Cookie, while great, requires its limits. You know what happened the last time you attempted to overthrow Her Radiance.”
Ah... Her. The only one who could, eh, calm him in this state. The only person who could understand his vision even if she disagreed with his ways of going about it. Perhaps that is why he loved and cherished her so, why he would forsake his duties to the kingdom without a second thought for her if she only commanded it. Yes, the love of his life.
"Yes, I remember it quite well, my jewel..." Smoked Cheese Cookie responds, eyeing his beloved from the side.
Ever the gleaming woman. Not even Her Radiance compares to the greatness that is his jewel—his treasure. He could feel himself getting lost in her visage. His eyes that were once filled with a barely contained rage were now calm, the fire in his eyes subdued for only a moment by the only one who could tame him by her mere presence.
“My, you never cease your admiration. Am I truly a sight to behold?” she chuckled into his ear so suddenly.
He had not noticed her move from her spot. Smoked Cheese Cookie was so enthralled by her, so enchanted, that he never once took notice of her walking towards him. She never ceased to amaze him. It is as if he is a beast and she is his tamer. And he is more than willing to comply.
He turned around to face her, feeling his simmering rage die down fully, if only for the time being. “You are more radiant than Golden Cheese Cookie herself, my jewel. You are more radiant than this entire golden kingdom and any jewels or treasures in this cruel world,” he murmured, hand raising to cup her cheek. She smiled at his gesture, her own hand coming up to overlap his before she spoke, her voice soothing the last remnants of his frustration and snuffing out the flames of his fury.
“You tell me that often.”
“For it is true.”
She hummed in response to his words, staring deeply into his eyes, her smile never fading. Pathetic as this façade was, seeing her made it... bearable. She made it bearable. She always did and that is why he would never let her go. He refuses to. Not like how...
No. The war is over. It is no more. All that remained was him and her, alone in his private quarters, her lips closing the distance between his, and then, her taste. His grip on his staff faded, the staff falling to the pristine floor as the hand that held it reached up for her face to pull her closer. She, too, grasped onto him, arms wrapping around his slender but toned waist, pulling him closer.
Her touch was intoxicating, like the finest cheese from the richest cheese fondue. He was losing himself in that richness, his hands roaming her body, and slipping beneath her robes. His hands roamed her body gracefully, his touch filled with need and frustration.
Perhaps this façade isn't so bad after all if it meant having her like this. Perhaps this façade isn't bad at all if it meant having her…
Fatherhood? Impossible!
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Fatherhood was a phase unwelcome in the Great Destroyer's endless life. The mere concept of fatherhood clashes with all that he is. He is a destroyer, devoid of any tender and loving feelings, the very things that make up fatherhood.
Fatherhood is a new phase in his life—if not the only new phase in his life apart from being once the hailed Herald of Change and now the feared usurper—the Great Destroyer.
The woman he met once upon time, the woman who sought his knowledge, was barely to be found. She was still present, however, she had matured. All because of this little spawn that belonged to none other than him.
However, despite having matured, it was clear she, too, struggled with motherhood having stepped so suddenly into her life. An invasion initially unwelcome but now... unsure.
Both parents struggled with what is now presented before them. Something which they must (forcefully) accept and it seems as if the mother has taken that first step forward. Whether Burning Spice truly wishes to do so or not, remains to be seen. However, should he not, it comes at the price of his little lamb.
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I got bored and did something.
If it's one thing I dislike about Wings of Eternity, it's how Golden Cheese half-realised/realised late why Burning Spice is the way he which led up to the mass mischaracterisation within the fandom.
Burning Spice is not evil just because he grew bored. Burning Spice is evil because the process of watching the things he protected be born, live, and die over and over again. He grew tired, depressed, and despaired at the sight of his creations, his children dying while he is cursed with immortality, being forced to watch each and every one of them wither away without being able to do a single thing about it.
I understand why he went mad.