#PURE VANILLA

[sunsetzskie]

apologise with tears shadow Milk

hm.

[bendy10sp]

This was just an excuse to draw Pure Vanilla crying ngl

Enjoy some ShadowVanilla angst

[pixelferretuwu]

What if he awakened but as evil master?!

[deletedelight]

silly so silly vanilly

[bunni-v1]

MORE JEALOUS PURE VANILLA COOKIE OMGGGG he'd totally be a jealous person despite his kindness

kinda imagining that in the stage during the push and pull he was doing, trying to push you away, you become quite close to some other cookies in the kingdom, specifically the creme Republic (clotted cream and financier) and he just gets.... uncomfortable when you two are FINALLY together because you're so friendly with clotted cream and his bodyguard.... like, hello.........

his eyes narrow slightly, and it just makes him feel so unpleasant, knowing that clotted cream cookie can easily strike up conversation with you and randomly tell him something you like—it makes his dough seethe slightly, whether he wants to admit it or not. or how financier and some random vanilla kingdom npcs mention a fact about you he coincidentally doesn't know because he was busy going through it and pushing you away before; OUGHHHHHH

i like to think white lily is involved in this in some way? he can't fully get over her and sometimes he tends to get passive about your very real concerns about how he looks at her as though he has something to say, i wonder how he would react if he finds you actually a bit insecure or unsure whether he'd pick you over her......... since he still cares deeply about his once first love, no?

anyways. yes. jealous PV is a concept that sticks heavily in my mind rn

-🃏

Jealousy Looks Ugly on You

🍓Hi pookiebear, I'm so sorry for 100% butchering the Creme Republic. I refuse to play that shit, even for that stupid blonde twink. Note, this takes place significantly after the events of Beast Yeast, so White Lily is technically visiting as a diplomat from the Faerie kingdom, and pv has already had his character development lol. Assumptions are made, and there is heavily implied past PureLily.

Tw: Poor communication; jealousy; implications at the very end; grammar/spelling errors

Info: Pure Vanilla x Reader; Implied past purelily; angst (not really though); fluff

Patience is a virtue that few cookies can claim to have. It's something that doesn't come easy to most, and Pure Vanilla Cookie has never judged anyone for being unable to hold themselves back from frustration. Except... himself of course.

He was exceptionally patient, to the point most gawked at him for his gentleness and understanding in certain situations. He held himself to a higher standard, and very few things brought out irritation in him. So... why exactly was the sight of Clotted Cream Cookie making his dough run so hot right now?

It wasn't as though Clotted Cream was doing anything offensive, quite the opposite actually. He was having a pleasant conversation, all warm smiles and... gentle touches. With who? Oh. Just the object of Pure Vanilla's deepest affections, the cookie he'd only recently been able to call his other half, his dearly beloved you.

Clotted Cream seems to speak to you with such familiarity, such warmth like perhaps he too harbors some kind of affection for you. Pure Vanilla's eyebrow twitches when he leans in to whisper something in your ear, and you laugh like it's the funniest thing you've ever heard. It nearly pulls a frown out of him, but his calm smile remains steadfast, not wanting you to notice and worry over him.

Still, his eyes narrow when Clotted Cream pats you on your shoulder good-naturedly. The former cookie locking eyes with him and smiling before sending you back to his side like he hadn't earned Pure Vanilla's ire only seconds ago. You are oblivious, as you always are, as he wants you to be. He only smiles at you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you just a little closer than he normally does.

"Did you enjoy your time with Clotted Cream Cookie, my love?" He asks sweetly, though he doesn't really want to know.

You give him a beaming smile, "As always. He knows how to make boring proceedings fun."

"Ah," he hopes you don't notice how he tenses, "What were you talking about just now, it seemed funny."

"Just an inside joke," you smile fondly as you remember, "it's only funny if you were there, or else I'd let you in on it too."

"That's alright," he hums, though his fingers press a little harder into your side as you walk, "I'm just happy to see you happy."

It's not a lie, either. He does love seeing your smile, but not when it's caused by another cookie. Not when it's treated like some kind of secret he's not meant to see. He tries to remind himself that there's no need to be so immature, but his dough is already warm and his mind spiraling. It took him so very long to come to terms with his feelings for you, he missed out on so much. Where he wasn't, other cookies were, and those cookies took his place in experiences that should've been his. Took smiles that should've been his. Moments he should've shared with you.

You place your hand where he holds you at your waist, turning to give him a warm smile. It warms his heart to know you're caring for him in your own way, but he doesn't want to make you worry. To ease your mind, he presses a kiss to your forehead, offering his own smile up to you. You were with him now, there was no need to worry any longer.

·┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆·

Pure Vanilla enjoyed quiet moments with you, especially ones like this. In the garden, surrounded by the white lilies there was nothing more peaceful than that. Your fingers run along their delicate petals as you hum a little tune to yourself, and he enjoys the sight with unbridled delight. His favorite cookie surrounded by his favorite flowers, what a blessing it is on his soul.

There are times where he wishes that every day could be like this. Just you and him in company, taking things nice and slow, soaking in the environment. You turn a little to sneak a glance at him, smiling to yourself when you notice his staring. The shyness cute on your face, something he loves to draw out of you.

Yes moments like these are exactly what he lives fo—

“Y/n Cookie? Are you around?” The familiar voice of Financier Cookie calls amongst the sea of flowers.

You perk up, standing from your spot with a wide smile, “I’m over here with the lilies!”

She comes into view around the corner, normally stern expression softening at the sight of you. Pure Vanilla does not like the look on her face. Still, he holds his tongue, there was no reason to be upset. She was a friend.

“Clotted Cream requests your presence,” She announces, and when you frown she shakes her head, “Nothing serious, he wishes to continue your conversation from yesterday. He’s in he quarters as usual.”

You brighten up, “Oh! I suppose we never did finish talking— ah, but… Pure Vanilla and I were spending some time together.”

He does not frown, though he really wants to. He knows that he could just say no, that you would remain by his side if he asked… but he can’t possibly take up your time when you are wanted elsewhere. It would be unfair to do so over such petty jealousy.

“We see each other every day,” He assures with that same gentle smile, “Go and enjoy yourself. You deserve it.”

You frown a little, “Are you sure?”

Of course he isn’t, “Positive. I’ll see you tonight.”

You hesitate for a moment, glancing at him worriedly, but ultimately wander off to find Clotted Cream. Financier stays back for a moment, watching you with an odd look on her face. The consideration is enough to pique his interest, so he raises his question.

“Is something the matter…?”

“Oh, no, nothing,” She shakes her head, “I would tell you immediately if there was anything to be concerned with.”

“Then why do you look so perplexed?” He asks again.

She seems to consider if telling him the truth is worth it or not. Mulling her options over for a few seconds before sighing, “It’s just a bit… odd to see them here.”

He frowns, “Whatever do you mean? Is there something wrong with the gardens?”

She shakes her head, sighing off some kind of weight, “Well, they’ve told me a few times in passing that they’re… not a fan of while lillie’s. The smell irritates them, if I’m remembering correctly, so it’s surprising to find them surrounded by them.”

“Oh, I wasn’t aware…” He mutters, grip tightening on his staff.

She gives him a small reassuring smile, but it does anything but help, “I’m sure they just forgot to mention it, that’s all.”

“Of course, thank you Financier Cookie,” He hummed with as much sincerity he could muster.

She smiles tightly at him, and then leaves him alone with his thoughts. And think he does, far too much. Not only are you so close with so many cookies, not only did you leave him for Clotted Cream today, but now he learns you don’t even care for his favorite flower? You hadn’t ever mentioned it to him, but you had to other cookies. Wouldn’t something this important be worth talking about with him?

He takes a deep breath, leveling himself out once again. He couldn’t get ahead of himself, knowing that you would never do anything to hurt him purposefully. He couldn’t stop the ache, though. There was so much he did not know about you, so many things he had to learn that other cookies got to hear without asking.

How much time would it take for him to know you the way they did? He burned with jealousy at how easy it was for other cookies to know you, to see you and talk to you with no effort. Each time you were around he felt himself falling apart at the seams, grasping at any little sprinkle of attention you gave him. He could never be so casual with you, not with the effect you had on him, and it made him so jealous to know other cookies had it so easy.

He sighs again, setting his hat down. Not even the lilies were bringing him comfort now, his mood soured yet again. All he could do was sit and seethe until you returned to his side, imagining what you and Clotted Cream might be talking about that was so important to pluck you from his side.

·┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆·

It is days of this cycle, which he refuses to break, even when given the chance to a million times. He just can’t find it in himself to step in, not when you seem so happy. Besides, it’s not as though he never sees you. He gets to have you to himself for most of the day, and especially at night.

Still, the annoyance grows in his chest little by little. Without realizing it he distanced himself from you, not wanting to overstep, he decides giving you space is for the best. Yet, he doesn’t realize just how much space he has given you. You begin to miss him, but he always has an excuse for you to go and visit with other cookies.

It feels like he does not want you around, even though he misses you dearly. The conundrum reaches a head when White Lily comes to visit. Being the Faerie Queen now, it was rare she took the time to see her old friend. So when the news of her traveling reached his ears, he cleared all his time to be with her.

You had not seen him since she had arrived, unless you were in your shared room. Even then, you hardly spoke more than a few words. There was an awkwardness there that hadn’t existed only a few days prior, it made your stomach ache. But how could you bring up your concerns when he merely brushed them away, always finding some way to make peace with the situation.

You did not hate White Lily Cookie, she couldn’t not control Pure Vanilla. But the sickness in your dough when you see them together does not go away with any soothing. He talks to her with such ease and knowing, in a way he never did with you. And when he looks at her there is a deep affection that never existed for you.

It makes you hurt. You could never be her, not in a million years. Perhaps that was why he was so distant recently, because he had missed her. Perhaps he wished that you were White Lily Cookie instead.

Despite him seeming oblivious, he was anything but. He was fully aware of the distance he had made between the two of you, and yet… he didn’t know how to fix it. His people pleasing ways had come around to stab him in the back, and he had no idea how to heal the wound inflicted by his own foolish actions.

Not until White Lily’s keen eyes picked up in the tension. She had always been able to read him well, it was why he was so fond of her. She knew him like no other cookie did, and he her. Which is exactly why she was the one to notice how worried he’d seemed.

“You’re tense,” She said simply, taking her seat next to him in the pagoda.

He sighs, “Is it obvious.”

“To me,” She smiles, “Tell me what’s on your mind, friend. It’s rare to see you so worried.”

He frowns at her, all the tension and fear from the week flooding him now that she was confronting it, “I am afraid I may be ruining my relationship.”

She blinks at him, tilting her head, “How would you be doing that?”

After a moments hesitation he lists the ways he has been dealing with the situation. The worry that he will never be close enough to you. The annoyance in his chest when other cookies are chummy with you. The distance he has created to avoid those feeling only making them worse. She smiles through the whole thing, knowingly.

“So… you’re jealous?” She chuckles, leaning forward with a teasing smile.

“I… suppose I am,” He admits, “It’s not as though the feeling is new, but it’s never been so strong…”

She laughs at him again, “Because you are in love, silly. Of course it’s stronger, have you talked to them about it.”

“Well…”

“Pure Vanilla.” She scolds, “Goodness, when will you ever learn. You can’t people please all the time, it’s not good for your health.”

He sighs, nodding along in agreement, “I know, I just don’t know how to bring it up so I deflect. And I’ve been avoiding them since you arrived, I can tell they feel horrible, but I fear I’ve gone too far.”

She hushes him, grabbing his hand in her own, “It’s never too late if the intent is there. I’m sure they’ll understand if you just talk to them. I would.”

“Thank you White Lily,” He smiles genuinely for the first time since she arrived, “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

She smiles warmly at him, squeezing his hand tightly. She always had a way to ease his worries with her words. It was just how well she knew him, she knew just what he needed as always.

A throat clears to the side of them, drawing their attention to it. White Lily reacts first, pulling her hands away from him and offering you a smile.

“Am I interrupting?” You ask, mousy with voice shaking.

“Of course not,” She assures, “We were just talking about you, actually!”

Your expression relaxes a bit, inching forward as if one of them might deny you entry, “Nothing bad I hope…”

“Never,” Pure Vanilla speaks with such warmth that you almost forget how much you’d missed him this whole time, “Please come join us.”

So you do, and you sit and talk with them, and things are nearly normal. Pure Vanilla is back to his usual affectionate self, like nothing ever happened. But you catch the way he and White Lily exchange glances, the way banter comes to them more easily than it ever has to you. They just understood each other in a way you never have, and you couldn’t pretend it didn’t hurt. Especially not after he’d pushed you away so much.

Eventually, White Lily leaves with the excuse of needing rest. Yet, you know it’s to give the two of you space. She’s always been observant and understanding, and you’re grateful for her consideration. When it is just you and Pure Vanilla again, you feel the tension begin to creep back between you. The thick wall of awkwardness wedging between you, and you fear for a moment that this is how it will be forever now. Then, he takes your hands in his, leaning over the table to get closer to you.

“I have to apologize,” He begins, “I have been unfair to you, and we have both suffered because of my actions.”

“Pure Vanilla—“ You want to ease his worries for some reason, tell him it’s alright, but he doesn’t allow you to.

“It took me a very long time to let you in, and because of that I fell short on sharing important moments with you. I’ve found myself… envious of other cookies who take up your time, and I’ve been immature in how I handle it,” He admits, stroking the backs of your hands, “I’ve put too much distance between us, and I can see how much it pains you. I’m so sorry for how I’ve acted, I hope you can find it in yourself to forgive me.”

It takes you a moment of awkward blinking to take in all he said, and while his genuineness is sweet, you can’t help the laugh that bubbles from your stomach. It’s ridiculous when you think about it. He was jealous so he avoided you, and at the same time you were just as jealous of White Lily Cookie. It was silly, and so easily solved, yet neither of you were willing to upset the other. He seems to find the humor in it all too, laughing heartily at your side.

You laugh until your sides hurt and tears are streaming from your eyes. Leaning your full weight on him so you don’t collapse to the floor. When you finally calm, you find it in yourself to admit to your own plight.

“I would be harsh on you, but I’m just as guilty of jealousy.” You sigh, squeezing his fingers in yours.

“What do you have to be jealous of?” He asks, and you almost can’t believe he doesn’t know. It’s so obvious to everyone else around him that he still adores White Lily, everyone but him it seems.

You shake your head in disbelief, “Gosh, you’re so oblivious. You really don’t know how you look at her, do you?”

He shakes his head with a deep frown.

“When you look at White Lily, I can see how much you still love her. I know you would never hurt me or betray me like that, but it does hurt when I see how you treat her. I feel like… maybe you’ll never look at me like that.” You admit, voice small and shaky the longer you go. It was hard to come to terms with how much it hurt, and worse to say out loud to him. He could reject you, pretend your feelings aren’t real.

Instead, he tucks a finger under you chin and forces your eyes on him, “I already do… I just get so embarrassed when you’re looking that I hide it from you.”

He pulls you a little closer, “I still love White Lily, but not in the same way that I love you. You are my whole world, my love. I would never leave you, not for anyone, and I’m sorry I made you worry for even a moment.”

You smile softly at him, leaning into his touch, “Next time, I think we should both just talk about it? All this dodging each other is silly.”

“I agree,” He chuckles, “I much prefer talking to you than not.”

“Very good,” You hum, sliding your arms around his shoulders, “Shall we make it up to each other then?”

His hand tug you closer by your waist, “I think that would be very nice, yes.”

[marbletooon]

YouTube ppl really liked my WIP of this upcoming animatic so... I guess i will share it here too? Shadownilla main.

I will probably have it finished in a few days

[the-cactae]

{Pure Cacao Series}🌼

2. A Promise

Hiiiii ☺️☺️ I heard you really liked the first part of Pure Cacao!! People really wanted me to turn it into series, and I thought. Why the hell not!

SO I tried to make something a bit more organised this time. I’m so into this stuff rn aaaa

Pray for me, the next part is going to be very hard to explain ITS NOT MPREG byeeeee🌻

[adrieliu]

HI GUYS!! i am here to feed you more of my 2p! puremilk au content,, so basically here’s some more lore about them. basically they take place in a darker/swapped version of crk. strawberry milk and pure lilac are somewhat of a master/servant villian duo!! (not to be confused with the freak kind 😳) pure lilac is known to be a cruel man who shows no mercy to innocent cookies, meanwhile strawberry milk (though doesn’t seem like it) is somewhat of a lovestruck follower. seemingly an innocent crybaby (even though he is a crybaby) he can be just as vicious to any cookie aswell except for pure lilac. he will do anything for him even that of crumbling cookies, but sadly pure lilac does not share the same kind of mutual respect and in fact he only uses strawberry to do his own dirty work. OK THAT’S ALL FOR NOW BYE!! (i drew that second image in the car my arm hurts so bad now.)

[jytrii]

Awakening

[pukefactory]

✦ . 　⁺ WARM LIGHT’S RELIEF ⁺ 　 . ✦

☆ Summary: Caregiver Pure Vanilla Cookie X Little Reader Headcannons

☆ Character(s): Pure Vanilla Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom)

☆ Genre: Headcannons, SFW

☆ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

☆ Image Credits: @pyrospecters

✧ Pure Vanilla Cookie is a naturally patient and nurturing caregiver. When you slip into little space, he’s always there with a warm smile, ready to meet you at your level. He never rushes you, letting you explore the world at your own pace while gently guiding you with his soft words and reassuring touch.

✧ Every night, he tucks you into bed with a cozy blanket and a plush sheep nestled beside you. His voice is soothing as he reads your favorite storybooks, adding silly voices and exaggerated expressions to keep you entertained. If you get sleepy mid-story, he doesn’t mind starting over the next day—no matter how many times you’ve heard it before.

✧ Whenever you feel overwhelmed, he instinctively reaches for your hand, his thumb rubbing soft circles against your skin. He knows that physical reassurance helps ground you, and his touch is always warm and steady, a silent promise that you’re safe with him.

✧ He surrounds you with things that bring you comfort: plush blankets, cuddly stuffed animals, and soft pillows in a quiet, peaceful environment. The Vanilla Kingdom itself feels like a haven, its warm golden light creating a calming atmosphere that helps you feel at ease.

✧ If you ever get fussy or overwhelmed, he never scolds or gets frustrated. Instead, he kneels down to your level, placing a gentle hand on your back. “It’s okay, little one,” he whispers, letting you cry it out if you need to. He understands that sometimes, feelings are just too big to handle on your own.

✧ His magic isn’t just for battle—it’s for you, too. If you ever get a scrape or a bump while playing, he immediately places a glowing hand over it, his magic soothing away the pain. “All better now,” he says with a sweet smile, giving you a soft forehead kiss for extra reassurance.

✧ He happily participates in all your games, whether it’s a royal tea party with stuffed animals or a make-believe adventure through the kingdom. He always plays along, never making you feel silly for your imagination. If you offer him a tiny plastic teacup, he takes a pretend sip with a dramatic sigh of delight, saying, “Ah, simply exquisite!”

✧ If you use a pacifier or bottle, he always makes sure you have one nearby, especially when you’re sleepy or feeling small. If you get too shy to ask, he notices right away and gently hands it to you without saying a word—just a knowing, affectionate smile.

✧ When it’s time to sleep, he lets you curl up against his chest, his heartbeat steady and comforting. He hums softly, his voice carrying a warmth that makes your eyelids grow heavy. “Sleep well, little one,” he whispers, holding you close as you drift off into dreams.

✧ No matter what, Pure Vanilla Cookie is your constant source of love and protection. Whenever the world feels too big, too scary, he is there to scoop you up in his arms, whispering, “You are safe. You are loved.” And in that moment, wrapped in his embrace, you know that he means it with all his heart.

[uwoop]

Too lazy to draw anything today

[airfryingair]

another au: magical girl au

candy apple is unrelated i just wanted to draw her, but:

Concept is the Ancients/Beasts are, well, magical girls. The Ancients don't know of the Beasts' existance and their main enemy is the Darkness gang (i need to come up with a better name; if you got any recs please tell)

The Beasts are essentially morally corrupted magical girls. They only really start beefing with the Ancients after they start making headlines.

Otherwise, they're all just average highschoolers, because I find it silly. I came up with this last night so I ain't got a lot of thoughts behind it yet.

[the-art-knight]

Redraw time

Time to redraw my first piece of cookie run fanart, a drawing of the lovely Saint Vanilla, which belongs to the Beast Ancients Au by @cuppajj

[au is p interesting, if you go check it out make sure to read the masterpost]

I really like the style of how this turned out, and I’m going to try to work hard to maintain the style, although I promise nothing

[caramelarrowswife]

If your still open to requests then maybe pure vanilla teaching dark cacao to ballroom dance? :DD

A NIGHT LIKE NO OTHER

─── ∘°❉°∘ ───

If there was one thing Dark Cacao Cookie hated, it was dancing. An unnecessary skill, meant to charm guests and subjects. It was pathetic.

Unfortunately for him, the word ‘no’ seemed to disappear from Dark Cacao’s vocabulary when it came to Pure Vanilla Cookie.

A/N: this was such a cute prompt i'm going to cry aughh <33 also if there's any spelling errors it's probably because i'm running on caffeine and spite atm

─── ∘°❉°∘ ───

Dark Cacao Cookie and Pure Vanilla Cookie sat together in the large garden of the Vanilla Kingdom. The moon was high in the sky, and stars decorated the dark sky as night fell over Earthbread. Dark Cacao felt oddly at peace, more at peace than he had felt in months.

His eyes were closed as he leaned back into the bench, exhaling quietly. His muscles slowly untensed… if you were to ask him why, he would swear on his life that Pure Vanilla did something to him, put something in the drink he didn’t have, and not his own mind automatically relaxing in the kind healer’s presence.

The peace was nerve-wrecking. Any moment something would happen, and Dark Cacao knew it. No evening should be this uneventful. Any moment now, he’d have to jump into action to save Pure Vanilla and himself. An attack, a murder, an assassination, all of the above-

“My dear.. may I have this dance from you?”

There it was. A fate worse than all three.

Dark Cacao cracked an eye open to find Pure Vanilla standing in front of him, holding out a hand expectantly. His orchid-like staff laid abandoned on the bench.

“I don’t dance,” Dark Cacao said.

“Aw, please?” Pure Vanilla pouted. “For me..?”

Both of Dark Cacao’s eyes were open now, and his back straightened. His brows were furrowed and he opened his mouth to reject the offer.

“..if you insist,” Dark Cacao said instead. Damn it.

Pure Vanilla squealed in joy, tugging the larger warrior up. It took him exactly ten seconds to realise Dark Cacao had no idea what he was doing.

“..you do know how to dance, don’t you?” Pure Vanilla asked.

“It’s a completely useless skill!” Dark Cacao said defensively. “Useless in battle, useless in public! I’ll never need to dance to survive, training is a much better use of my time-”

He was cut off by a soft chuckle. Pure Vanilla seemed very amused by his heated protests, and Dark Cacao hated how not-angry that made him. If he could fight the fuzzy feeling in his chest, he would.

“Just follow my lead,” Pure Vanilla said with a kind smile.

The monarch took one of Dark Cacao’s hands, intertwining their fingers and lifting their hands until they reached a little under shoulder-height, where they stayed. Pure Vanilla’s other arm was wrapped around Dark Cacao’s waist.

Dark Cacao didn’t really know what to do with his free arm, so he just placed his hand on Pure Vanilla’s shoulder. The affirming nod he received told him he was doing the right thing.

They started off slowly. Pure Vanilla led Dark Cacao through the dance. Their steps were mirrored and, as Dark Cacao grew more talented and confident, the speed picked up until they were swirling around the garden.

A feeling bubbled up in Dark Cacao’s chest, a feeling he hadn’t felt in ages. The feeling left his mouth as loud, barely controllable chuckles that matched Pure Vanilla’s giggles.

After a few more minutes, Dark Cacao slowed down, his breathing slightly labored. “Okay, that is enough, I don’t want to throw up-!”

Pure Vanilla grinned from ear-to-ear, sitting back down on the bench and tugging Dark Cacao next to him.

“Was that so bad?” The monarch asked.

Dark Cacao turned his head to make a sarcastic retort, but instead looked into stupidly beautiful sparkling eyes. Pure Vanilla never opened his eyes and they had no right to be this captivating- oh, right, he had a question to answer.

“Uh, I su- I suppose not.”

Dark Cacao recoiled. He could hit himself. Did he just stammer? The last time he stammered was when he was seven and had to explain the three for mathematics on his report card.

Pure Vanilla didn’t seem bothered. Instead, he moved closer, putting his hand on Dark Cacao’s gloved one. “I enjoyed it.”

Dark Cacao stared straight ahead. He had never felt so ashamed and he had never wanted to kiss someone this bad.

[darkfluffydragon]

exaggerated shrug.pdf

I've been working on an animatic lately, but that'll take a while. So have this to compensate.

original video link: https://www.tiktok.com/@mystiworld.th/video/7468276214902426897?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc&web_id=7282621193927935490