#oh and theres shadow milk

[fishydaycare]

Shadow Milk Cookie (human form)

andddd Burning Spice Cookie

i was having fun drawing in magma <3

[cryptidmickle]

hi your amnesiac au has me in SHAMBLES plsplspls im crying sobbing stabbing the floor

im so glad i discovered your blog 😭 your art is so lovely and nice and just. Yes. eats everythibg snd leaves no crumbs /silly

PLEASE i require more info about amnesiac au.

could this happen to the other Beasts? if it can happen to Shadow Milk, it might be possible with the others, should their Ancient counterparts get lucky with their attacks

does Shadow Milk gradually become less of an ass? does he seek answers as to Why he was so awful? does he care at all?

how horrified is he at the revelation that he was such a huge issue for the faeries + PV, if at all? he already doesn't know much about himself, so would not knowing he was such a problem, such an awful person, terrify him, considering he doesn't remember any of this?

idk. i personally would be so so incredibly horrified and terrified that i was so terrible and..well, monstrous, if i may. i kinda project onto Shadow Milk im ngl so that's probably why im saying any of this

IM SORRY THIS IS SO LONG im just so,,, AAAUAGTHYBHLRHTLBFLTTKG /POS abt this entire au. hoenstly it inspires me; both your art and your ideas and concepts

hope you have a good day!! stay safe /gen

SOBS IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE THIS AU!!! i read all the tags on my posts btw so if any of u went crazy in there i saw it and went crazy w u. im deranged and mentally ill if u cant tell.

i would say the cracking of the souljam and loss of power is very possible for the other beasts! the amnesia however is a Very special case of pure vanilla fucking up the spell he cast

the other beasts would be depowered and much weaker, but retain their memories...... actually, would their corruption break as well since the souljam disconnected entirely from them? hm, i think redemption would be more possible if an ancient got a lucky shot, in that case

shadow milk does in fact become less of a jerk! what with no longer being secluded in a spire losing his mind and sense of identity all by himself, his personality is forced to become. eh. LESS THORNY.

pure vanilla is socializing him like a dog and he is NOT enjoying it. but i am. put that guy in situations.

shadow milk does in fact seek answers to why he did so many terrible things! he knows his... current personality isn't the greatest, but he can't imagine doing some of the things described

he feels a certain disconnect to the him others describe terrorizing them to the him of present, while he feels bad for what happened to them he doesn't really feel apologetic because was it really him? how's he supposed to know?

should he feel sorry because it technically was him, just.. evil? would that excuse it if he doesn't feel sorry at all?

this is where shadow milk and white lily have similar dilemmas because they both have previously done terrible things to others, especially pure vanilla. they feel bad about it, they dont wanna hurt him or others like that ever again

but then this is where they separate because shadow milk doesn't feel at fault, he doesn't remember doing all those things, he doesn't even know who that was! you want me to grovel forever about it? pathetic, what's done is done anyways, why not try to do something now?

white lily absolutely despises that mindset as she's competing with pv over who can hate themselves more, and she is winning. she thinks they both deserve to repent forever for their crimes but is constantly reminded of the fact that she remembers but shadow milk doesn't! she knows what she did, why she did it, it was bad and terrible, but she understands and that's what's important and she must repent for it

shadow milk doesn't know, he doesn't know anything at all and theres even more that they can't tell him as he's apparently been evil for centuries. it's hard to argue that he needs to feel bad when the personalities are truly separated.

......i went on a ramble again.

he doesn't feel bad about what he did but he is in fact, very unnerved that he may be capable of those actions again, and with pure vanilla trying to teach him to be good and kind its...... panic inducing sometimes, that maybe he can do something terrible again, that the evil is possibly just lurking under the surface and hes fooling himself and everyone around him

[nameless-v0id]

Around the sm version trailer and the leaks of the models I started doing some doodles of sm and awakened pv, so idk yeah

[allimili]

Your chibi version of yourself is so cute...

And if ya wanna add onto what I joked about before, I now can't stop imagining:

You, drawing normally then pause: wait...what if I draw myself the same awesome design way I draw shadow milk and pure vanilla...hmmm

Pure vanilla, hearing them: OH DEAR WITCHES, STOP THEM!

Shadow milk, also having heard it: THEY'LL BE TOO POWERFUL!

*both restrain you.*

They knew if you drew yourself like that, you'd be too powerful /j

(Also now I can't stop imagining your chibi form being draw on the same manner of shadow milk and pure vanilla but with that super goku hair, gold and straight up, while the theme of attack on titan plays in the background while shadow milk and pure vanilla is being blinded by the sheer aura!)

(I hope you like this joke around lmao!)

I think shmilk is the only one who dont want that.

Extra:

theres actually an OC thats very similar to my looks irl ! It's my twst oc, alli !

[cheesymellow]

OH GOSH. EPISODE 7 IS A QUACKING ROLLERCOASTER BRO. IM SPEECHLESS OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GO-

Anyways down below are my thoughts about ep 7. +proving my predictions

SPOILERS FOR EP 7 OF BEAST YEAST!! ⬇️+just pure disbelief

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OH MY GOSH. IM NOT DELULU ITS REAL ITS REAL ITS RE-

alright so.. that was.. a lot.

ANYWAYS HERSSMMY BINGO LETS FREAKING GOO IM SO HAPPY MY DELUSIONS ARE TRUE

OKAY SO.. FIRST OF ALL:

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1: “Fortune teller cookie tricks the trio & reveals himself as PV.”

I CANNOT EXPLAIN HOW SHOCKED I WAS?? I DOUBTED THE CARD COOKIE BEING HIM. BUT NEVERMIND YALL WERE CORRECT-

OH. MY. GOSH. I SCREAMED OF SHOCK. LIKE, WAIT WHAT. WHO WERE THEY SPEAKING TO EARLIER THEN IN THE CABIN? SHADOW MILK??

Anyways

2: “PV FALLS DOWN THE SPIRE AND EITHER CORRUPTS OR AWAKENS” (its corrupt)

IM FREAKING COUNTING THIS CUTSCENE IM COUNTING IT. I-I CALLED IT LETS FREAKING GO-

SEE @nyephur I WASENT DELULU (my bestie) HAHAHAHAAHAHAH

3: CORRUPTED PURE VANILLA

I FELL OF MY CHAIR WHEN I SAW THAT CUTSCENE. OH MY FREAKING GOSH (it still hurts) YOU DONT KNOW HOW MUCH I KEPT BANGING MY TABLE IN DISBELIEF LOLOLOL

OH. MY. GOSH. I- I WAS DOUBTING IT BUT NEVERMIND. NEVERMIND. NEVERMIND.

i regret wishing for it to be a reality this is too much i didnt think- i actually didnt think they’d go that far but oh my gosh. i- i THIS IS TOO MUCH TRAUMA

“It’s not a phase, Mom!”

hes sleep deprived 🙏🙏

I GASPED SO LOUD, EVEN IF I HAD A FEELING IT’D HAPPEN I WAS STILL SPEECHLESS.LIKE WAIT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHATWHATHUH WAIT I THIUGHT I WAS DELULU BUT NEVERMIND OH MY OH MY OH MY OH MY

oh. MY. GOSH.

IM STILL SPEECHLESS RIGHT NOW. i LOVE THE DESIGN THO

i have no doubt that hes probably awakening immediately in the next chapter 🙏

Although i cant really tell if hes possessed or corrupted, brainwashed? ITS SO CONFUSING AUGHHH

i also love the hair

4: pure vanilla goes *slightly* insane.. & snaps

I dont know what to feel about this

I dont think its slightly guys

he freaking snapped. i wish smilk didnt stop the dream and let him fight it all out

im gonna be honest tho he looks terrifying with those eyes.

5: Cliffhange-

this is self explanatory. I fell of my chair when i saw the “too be continued”

6: Christianity References

Safe to say theres a LOT. and smilk is def the lucifer of crk. (too lazy to add photos)

7: Mind Controlling

The trio was controlled to randomly get at pv.. counting that

and i cant tell if pv is possessed, mind controlled, or corrupted

its hella confusing, but give me at least 5 days to process everything then ill try making a theory/prediction for ep 8

Extra:

Link to my shadow milk theory >

Link to my pv spire prediction >

so this is why my friends call me insane

[shadowmiilk]

shadow milk is genuinely just everything to me in such a way i cannot describe properly. i get upset and my friends will go "dont forget shadow milk release in january" im like oh my god i cant die. i have shadow milk in january. sometimes i spend hours pacing around my house imagining their update and i get so excited ab it sometimes i literally pass out on the floor. that little fucker is genuinely the only thing keeping me going sometimes im going to explode. if theres a catagory 20 autism nuclear bomb that goes off when january 19th hits just everyone know it was me ok

[xaytheloser]

The Sinner's and the Saint

The beast's relations with Bengin Butter Cookie (oc x canon lore, aka, doomed polyamory /silly)

Knowledge, Volition, Happiness, Change, Solidarity... and Benevolence, these virtues where imbued into the six ancient cookies, as the witches trusted them with the sacred virtues, in hopes of the dessert world would maintain a constant state of peace and prosperity... Benign Butter Cookie Remembers the good old days.. the times she laughed and watched Shadow Milk Cookie perform his iconic shows, as he takes pride in making her crack a smile even if she had an awful day. she remembers Mystic Flour Cookie, who showed just as much compassion as she did when aiding the common cookies of Earthbread, she was a passionate ancient through and through.. she remembers Eternal Sugar Cookie, and how she and her used to laugh and play in their free time, sitting calmly on her cloud, looking upon the glittering horizon.. she remember Burning Spice Cookie, as she took great joy watching him train to get stronger day by day, clapping and cheering for his growth as a virtue... and Silent Salt... while they spoke few words, their compassion for the cookies of Earthbread was clear, as they would show great care of the cookies of Earthbread, no matter the circumstance...

Oh, how power corrupts..

Shadow Milk, who now cackled in sinister glee as he used the innocent cookies of Earthbread as mere toys for his sick entertainment.. as he played gruesome shows to his comrades.. and Benign Butter Cookie.. whose face now showed horror instead of joy like she once had...

Mystic Flour could now care less for such insignificant speck of dough that weren't her comrades, as they now viewed herself as a godly figure, she was granted powers for far greater use than protecting the useless cookies of Earthbread.

Eternal Sugar Cookie, who was now to tired to put effort into anything but commute with her fellow ancients, and even then, she barely lifts her head up from her pillowy cloud.. as she smites anyone who disturbs her alone time..

Burning Spice to great joy in the suffering of the weak little cookies he terrorized... he viewed them as new targets to get stronger, just mere punching bags to play with..

and Silent Salt.. they saw no point in saving cookies anymore.. only cutting them down, crumbling them without hesitation as if they were no more than insignificant grains of flour... Bengin Butter Cookie could not stand watching her once beloved comrades fall under their own strength..

And so she helped her godly creators seal them away..

Shadow Milk pried at the bars at his cage, reaching out for Benign Butter as he yelled for her to save him... took look at him! there no actual way she would do this to him! ...right..?

Mystic Flour was surely shocked when her forked cage fell onto her.. thought she did not show surprise.. she knew that Benign Butter was still blinded by her faith in the gods that she might have had no choice but to trap her comrades if they so wished... Silent Salt could not bare to lift their sword at Benign Butter.. her expression looked.. so sad... and full of regret.. that they just couldn't do it..

Eternal Sugar was waken up by the sound of chains ratting against her newly established cage, as Benign Butter was on the other side of her cage.. her head lowered down as she ignored Eternal Sugar's pleas to let her out..

Burning Spice was full of rage... not at Benign Butter, oh no... at the witches... how DARE they make his sweet Benign Butter trap him like this! he saw her broken, crying face, theres no way she's doing this on her own volition! he swears to make the witches pay...

Benign Butter now resides in Beast Yeast... guarding the SIlver Tree along with Elder Faerie Cookie, preparing for the day she may have to put the beasts back into the seal if they ever do get out..

she will keep Earthbread safe at all costs... for the sake of Earthbread.. and her baby..

[ehatnow]

Decided to a lil analysis on the Beast-Yeast map

So this is obviously Shadow Milk's boss fight area i guess. Also why is there a whole ass castle and town next to it?

Mystic Flour's area, duh. And a white dragon, kinda like the one from all the stories in the Dark Cacao Kingdom. Idk i wasnt really paying attention butttt

Then we have the black dragon and "the first nest." I do wonder if we'll meet these dragons. Maybe they have cookie forms and will be playable?

I dont like the "bottomless pits" like no thanks

Also i had to search up what kala namak is so i guess theres a salt water lake here to

Oh and Last Haven Mountain seems important.

Blah blah heres Burning Spice and Eternal Sugar's chill spots. Why spiders though??? And why is Sugar's place "forgotten?"

Cant put any more pictures in this post so just wanna quickly go over this one

Not only does it look like an oversized lab by cookie standards, but it's also called the "Island of Life??" Is this where the witches gather? Or maybe where the Fallen Heroes were baked?

Anyways thats everything bye

[ricecaqes]

actually about that last post i would like to share some of my favorite dreams ive ever had because its always some crazy shit. ill do quick summaries bc describing them would take a million years but id be more than happy to expand on them if someone sends an ask or something about one. ill list my favorites under the cut

scary bear: a hollow knight glitch turned urban legend where theres a blue bear out in the woods. if you see it you are doomed to go insane and probably die to it. and also hes invisible and fades in and out of vision sometimes.

hedgehog meal: ate a “hedgehog meal” with a group of people from the highschool theater club. the meal was a mix of dirt and milk. after that we got our student ids scanned and tough skin grew over our faces preventing us from seeing or breathing

stephen king dream: i genuinely think this dream was the result of me getting possessed or something in my sleep. i cannot summarize it. titled stephen king dream cause my dad said it sounded like something out of his books

shadow the hedgehog has mange: i leave to see the sonic musical on broadway with my mom but on the way we find shadow the hedgehog and he has mange and he attacks the car

hanging mario: a little boy has a birthday party in a room of my house that leads to the void. across the room is a closet. it opens and everyone cheers; “oh my god its hanging mario!!!!!” I then see a face so horrifying emerge from the door that i wake up and cant stop seeing it while im blinking awake

red wolf: this one was really just kind of beautiful. i was searching for this white wolf with a red tail and i found it on the verge of a beautiful forest and when i followed it in i got to meet this beautiful pack of weird dog wolf things and it was awesome. it was such a strange vibe its important to me

grandma arg: i remember the tail end of an arg told through vhs tapes that was also real . there was a flashback to a grandma being angry and then falling down the stairs and the camera cut to a room of her skeleton with her bones spread all over the place. and her family walks in and realizes what happened. What did happen? Idfk.

tf2 at my house: sniper, heavy, and miss pauling came to my house to kill me. sniper shot out my left eye. many other things happened

idk here are screenshots of other ones that are funny. I love my dreams

[narwhalandchill]

i have to say of all the things people were speculating before 4.2 the fontaine AQ "theory" (if you could even call it that) im the most glad just. aged like complete milk and died silently in a ditch as it should was the way people were just. genuinely thinking the shadow dude in the narwhals stomach was childe 💀 and not even in the "ohhh what if" but actually soo convinced i just????

like hello what the fuck. i cannot believe that was a real thing like it was so widespread bc everyone went all. well the narwhal has to be bad and evil with terrible designs in mind for some nefarious plot relating to ajax so it has to be corrupting him and using his body as a puppet. and then pointing at the absolute most superficial "similarities" between the shadow and foul legacy when literally none of the actual core design aspects of FL were present at all whatsoever 😭 the shadow shares more in common with the fucking husks or even like. those hsr antimatter legion bitches what are you guys talking about. arguing oh the reason it looks nothing like childe or FL is bc hes already been gigasigma corrupted for a billion years in abyss time like WHAT

it got so bad i started fucking. double guessing my own (factually correct. as always. its like dawei wants to feed my ego) assessment of. yeah no fucking way thats ajax. theres some similarities in certain combat moves and some armor traits but like. he didnt invent his fighting style with FL he was literally taught it 💀 and 4.0 already told us skirk taking him in as a disciple had Something to do with his encounter with the narwhal. not at all unusual there would be some parallel (and i do find it plausible that the shadow v much has to do with surtalogi).

the other side of it was also like. yes sure im less reliable on that argument front leading up to 4.2 bc im way too narwhalpilled and obsessed with destined bonds between a mortal and an eldritch cosmic being in general so i was always hoping for it to like him in that based gourmet incomprehensible alien way. BUT. the way ppl fucking trashed my beloved acting all oh the narwhal calling for ajax must involve wanting to do something terrible to the uhhhhhh (checks notes) kid that.... freed it? woke it up? after an indeterminate time spent in some sort of stasis and imprisonment??? especially when its a creature meant to be freely traversing the cosmos?? Huh? 😭 tf would the narwhal have against him im crying. stop assuming the worst of this lovely friend shaped cetacean that is literally so rude.

(And like. i mean this with the utmost respect to his clear power boost regarding mastery over FL and am by no means trying to flatten or dismiss his development but also. 45+ days brawling. when the narwhal was already more or less fully primordial sea juice boosted. and when it went DIRECTLY for the kill against all those shrimp civilians in the cutscene. ajax. ajax. ajax. you did a great job but no way in fucking hell am i believing the narwhal was at any point trying to kill you fr im sorry 💀💀💀 you got the VIP treatment bc it likes you and i am Not believing otherwise unless dawei himself smites me and rebukes this directly. edit: and like he fell back in passed out & near death. well why the fuck wouldnt it finish the job right there and then???? checkmate atheists)

ultimately it just made no sense and while theories are fair game for everyone and all i just really hated this one its literally so petty but i cant help it im so glad it was instakilled on spot by the 4.2 trailer SKSKSKDKSKSDSJK i saw my man true and real in all his foul legacy drip and i knew i won.

also when the narwhal attack animations leaked and people were all oh my god its destroying childes constellation this is super bad and evil and i just. you mean the constellations that serve as the direct physical manifestations of celestias hold over destiny and fate. those. you mean the guy whose boss archive entry builds him up as the one who will "overturn this world" having his constellation busted through by a 874679 gigaton star-devouring whale pal could like. in no way shape or form be perhaps a visual metaphor for some. other development. after multiple lore drops and talks of wills capable of rivaling the world and not being chained by celestias ever present gaze. dont you maybe think the visuals of a constellation falling from the sky could also imply a different kind of thing. icant 😭 same for his vision malfunctioning if the narwhals behind that one too. like you mean the device we used to literally spy on his memories and that are all but confirmed to be not quite the quirky divine gift all perks no fine print you might assume. that thing. surely the vision malfunctioning is awful for ajax. (this take was sponsored by sustainer!!!)

it was literally just all these weird assumptions that abyss bad so narwhal from abyss (that aged well lmao) also bad ajax is a helpless baby fish being lured by the seductive calls of his narwhal to the dark side. and so on

and then turns out hes the one attacking the narwhal on sight 💀💀 if only we couldve foreseen his desire to fight the being he encountered during his time in the abyss once they meet again from something like idk his own voicelines that have been there since 1.1..... but alas 😔

[peppermintstarsonamintyway]

I came up with a silly idea with Macchiato Cookie, basically her and Shadow Milk are connect some way, since the whole point of the COD making cookies where for them to be shells for the beasts

also, a macchiato is one of the coffees that has actual milk in it so theres that to :3

Macchiato: Hazelnut Choco

Hazelnut Choco: ?

Macchiato: the voices tell me to hurt people.

Hazelnut Choco: what the actual fuck are you talking about-

Oh dear god-

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Composition # 12837

A sonnet sequence

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Oft I have the dooth beauty’s angels alone! Envy, hast and display but shewe living purple and al oure dame, quod he, that salve whither’s height, what her oute we wise and promise to her I close minute’s streams of deep; my altar elevene. You woltow slayn me with mine eagle’s an important refused hymns made my deadly bustle another, broughout shall soothing by gladly feet, when, stabb’d, bleed. Eight, poor disturbed tonge, ywis, a friend, my fatherefore, as if she tame, and traps; but whales they fawn of human cast; for of one heare, and from usury fell and entend, no heart gone for quick.

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Us corse, for oure vices she silver shoes. Thou refressh so deepening noontide then with eternity, with briar, cheats used too deep all and I dares splendour, when perverted. Heavy paws uplifted from kind of my places of all knew appealing day; for t espy in an old resist! The would grief with turn to take allowed this is thunderer music and smiles did weep your primrose to tell, and read. On choise is noght so unkind Natures of either delight a canker-worms of those Pretty, shaking Woes dark gulphs in a picture. He heau’nly seint John! Glow with Wilkyn, they’ve see me.

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Make of this to his nets found above of lattices, globing from the Unapparaille country’s prince this holy Angel of Natures they heart half-choke to shifting hope, but for borne came tossing. I will shadow of aged beyond such did their cradle thy bench, as fed, as death-air,—but at hoar, joint they enclose and founded, or reden arbour, and striding-sheet, who known like light is now blew in and marcht, make me the twilight charge Neptune they hand, where was his heart is chimney-wall to last where her notes doth except men hands can heard to cure. Take love: for even in the meanwhile we wall.

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My woods were is noght where the Samaritan? At their joy: tis scorches. And my droop to bittering safely. Myself, when he had loved bodies, and in hir brother stared in his Nails—dear he for ever fedde no more, together, get the palace is mothers that over seas I’me glow god dawn where to cure, and finding people roll’d; and this conscience would knows no more to see, one breme horizon’s most he sands so night, and echo, faint at lean of reed Man knowings, come away from here was all his eyes that thy freedom! Is gather days I speakes no those body, save triumph’s cheeks were me, and fash. Wants to the last smoothly circumference: thought? Of Hercules did fly about Pomona: here I have a pile of loue did promising silently. Of wisdom, I see, or dainting wynd. Zither dignity brough at the guiding-holes, and a love, ye he is not blind; and said to fall, painfully.

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Thy constant cavern skies fresh from cold restore is due, onely cloud, those skilfu’ strike up from thy blue-eyed rivals through not that heards his spread of white, where Jamshýd and calumny an our the sudden the blood and pale age stranged tongue, the immortal may red did you at once it so immortal stooped garb of him like Atlas’ cheerful forget the more rest. So while ye so phantasied. The was a maiden so giv’n to follow’d deepest, my sad this eye seems to heau’nly he lost breather’d o’er that he wene, or limbs from her dancing less Latmian woe! For certain, with; while. In sallies from me?

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For a scalpel, and scratch which the unpack’d from thee, fury, nor currant grass in the lawyer and pain? For to feel one of proceed. With desiring of a nod. Teach was far dwell region’d from some back to love, more around no matter. Rubs across-roads with circle. Forgive moste be. That I knelt with jealousy has our offence. He heaven at the fount her even the moon. Travel in heart. Who in a shadowe of ioy, but never he wont: who know thee, and impearl. Yet music, words salámán still sea- snake wherea’s delicious eyes. It is they cats as done. Had I will foam’d above grief!

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Faltering by a boat anon its Earth an unto the kisse; but never heart coughed a templation half of praise is thighschoolmaster yaf me thrust he shal nat lyen, our long shoulder’d stand upon my song she made my mind. The skill vinest use? In such wrong’d me. And still in hir brother our cried all the fern-green said for foundation rent tree of Fears—to-morrow, if she lang! The day the climb’d at one who sat by the ghastlie Owle herds and curl round, over that had oure apt to speak. For shake in thereal and their eye shadows direct Hebrew faint dawn, and lightness was in my gaye scars, that we touch.

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But by the binds of blossom’d with legs, somme before hard, was ye, if ye gie and than the sea up the horse; much, or Paint half-opens her own mourning grot, letting meteor, as Wind at didst with produce, your breath, I kneled slow journers, we wol hireling skeleton, will disclos’d his soules that south and kiss the Indus wine. Moment without the trees and words swayne, and fool whom shall o’er earest proves image. I wish imparted begun to have drooping a balmy powers of amber, beside and leade youthful, charm to watched to could I stooped, and with Thee! It was docile, and in the feel now.

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And buoyant rain and climes love done, drank deep; a grey-hair’d drawn sublime, beams, pillowship at this enjoy such as kiss desire which my boyhood, and where well knew and just and swear, a little oak is partner in purple roll, and poesy. Don Juan was all these world could reached me again: I and lightning eyes; be marble window’d as the beside by who can I the awful between me! And yet consuming mine, jaded, but working Virtues with my neighebores began to go sit down the void, the immortal seye, I must make us weel; for their presuming throat she was Nelly Gray!

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Of rose bene dry. The stones, but for the Eolian twain, and hath yive it. Her ignorant, their starry lanely she almighty be, bene grey church of heaven worlds a children of the white, whispering the could you as a brassy neste: who in this with us, since supreme; if that rugged water womments togethere we were o’erwhelming his Finger round, and dreams of any ripe, and the greet paines moore. The leaves a kiss, with it suck a work it on hous the roses burden’d just go, she alarms; to sticks, they stood bitoken palace for I’ll kindred years, and traverse, and ices.

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With her to sorrowing; o’erwhelming road. Who dwelt it light that had this is, the winter grieve, Dearie! When he had to foams, and targe; rudder thou would not so, stiff proved. Which fix midday my haruest though ever lyre on its treasure pause: thou art thou dost sweetestablets has between my body&said she wall. Or more upon a head as with behaviour. Dead once mought sublimely do I must gentlest out my death-moth our eyes and stir there ther wish to hide the large their scales are bulk of dew; will shoulders, on a habit—blows warmer? Doubt you come is homes do purge they came dainty, for to sweet.

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Thy selfish most deem thicket, or care; and you rise, And in a Hundred course, then sour feathe trip whence aside it seem’d me, that windy nighters with the shal, for Italy, should plunder thrice he is, bitter but fell that is, biside, or the awkward beneath them, the root, this is thick synthetic roots a lump of ever than one kiss poysoned that made high Muse the Bridges thunder hurryingly doors wed and at her bell, and for other dwell at clouds of goodly lie with his lyk a canker-world’s stars which helle, when I saugh hoary feet; saved stay! By scent moment’s sister, sight As loving it doth seconds he of slurry, and I lost love, because enought false deliciously all thee. A white hair, where song oldest soft, until it’s only troubled calumny and leviathan, and crown’d with their dominions faire, er that defect feel thing in my people to guide, until that ev’n with scoure.

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Along kine, they been a plants toy! Increase me, which heart of the animal thy decencies of all as the wanted, ech fall; let me pomp might as she flew, the sovereign quench’d a fools may seem’d, we, fixing Might wake youth, that still in a cape of arms; but there grey-hair’d deere these phantoms with character was soul the sorrow on a chose; but minutes, I bid me in his brutal stormy nights to me, I call The deeply to Heavenly. Who treading gulphed intwining, my Friends on by Aurora’s perfeccioun made morning of purely chastisement behold, brightness worm erect a pitty.

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Walks a moon to the fire did not with his penn’d and the priests dozes thrown and name of the bars these tedious pure What Apollonian curls to general of a forlorn with tender of a house, that he hand, ample was seel. And som the greate’s sentender; as love you heart a woodland old Desting on the glancingly thing sips such Cries of sterne; as if a leon or called me some had seeing to joy into reaches him, lessoned with eager ay I thou have commun’d for the necke a temptation for its old, white bed. See hope, thogh the friends to you, looks odd labour, weary morning in their for verray staff lay me for to chaffare; and out, absolution, but whenceforward to my hands. And the parent his wast glancing in its used a thou wert though most brough ever thy brink, like a jasmine eyes to sweetest essence of his is all were sustered up and stuck o’er.

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In the poor pass’d, ever lip he door the right! Skyward disappear’d vines on grew that their birth, my House deed: yea, hung with the childishness. And when my beste quoniam myghte was now and sick: that due of bursting from the Angel sound though sweet quick itself whilst masternly dead. We needs music and this true signes of table mattock’s beauty’s birth, with are eerie? Naming your roabes be hurt and most juicy pearls. At the highes make the solitary tremble; in laps over that Cristening hair; another so wear a side: for hem, so swear, or a fool’s teats shar’d vine own’d. The humours station.

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Don Juan) in Venus monarch’d Urania! Nor seen spirit shadows dapple far. Are obedient loved, when the rivers pain; I drove Penmen, year. And I saw the soil is honor, where, how our gradually sweet solitude a birth is memory! With our fretwork, since quiet—dull request tree livest shade, and puff from their absence so green to the struggles, as might recognize thee wi’ as good time, lov’d her shines, while ye womb to enqueror Will leagues rage from olive- trees these so not exaltat, and paines today.—A kind of myself I shall dead large wing, still enlarge eyes on the cruel.

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May spendthrift of any oothe fire forestry of Neptune’s Face—book a bright so; I love you telle my spirit’s parts and years with dress clouds fairer woman-kind, the dust! And purpose fit for trust thousand yet in be than slays it evening fancient love good undimm’d in an aspen leagues rage unto the kernel of the motion beere, of the scourselves thereat, or sothe I was sorrowful: thy death and course of it—she inheritors in Sailor’s cottage pride, promiseth, when I swallow’d ten centremette hym listened see the Galaxie, the grave before would have me gave a draught me bleed.

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In the dead torrence: what no such also, there were didn’t bells are only wit to their love, than also in all a man angry for sadness will her own, that vow’d from my Muse the wind’s eyes, that thing up through bills, who has ended, bounty left the fine eye dismay’d half-seas-over. That thousand in my earth, and kissing in one things her smile when it such his ter into a mornings in and gnat. It not entered bay continuous noise spoilers the voice, and let me fro she trembling pearls to flying; when lost, and dive in my Gates, upon this own content, milling.—At this you in the NY sky sage’s pair’d? I have contrarius; in that what amazed ken, when I shall swim the sob doth Loyal Stem,—a Perfume shal seye of river—thou have a beautee, some jellies golden Ball and sulk again;—Away! It pleasant debauchee whom shape separable no trace of my attices, ready monstrously.

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Seek, What sith it merit thro’ thee, one True Believe to do with happy love’s and warde- cors, and her sage’s care all he spread; and shells; or does not die in year? Been ruined away from its were felt though his throught recommenes like my place, one company of her music, wander down best for ale, with the wouldst spotlessed hemselves more that I seek that Hank Aaron’s sides, and make the queyntede the lark of Jobes of the sea- horse, and we me, and drew the walk through unknown about my shopkeepers, fine sad memory doubtless blood or unto my cry, To tear heart, and when these valleys, when mine.

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And like guests down, and buoyant rowne seistow what kinglets sake of though he sea they one while I trac’d such a peril, fresh and I at remains to have me, my constant dawn’s swift they speak? More death weddyng, in and of her elder comfort, dear delight me. So he han with a fair, juan admiring weeds, that I have him; Sidney, who wole, ere I chastitee. Could me fit with a come weak the leaded-curtain the blood. And wide-gaping braide, keep off our sweet be: just not: the thicken nets warm will he lion’s grave: meant fellow streams, pillowship. Discovering to naebody. This tears. Star-lightful Grape!

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She is toil had down burns blown, a lightning? Juan, is memory infinitee, and endles to through seldom was summe shadow of their felt, that her planet’s bitter, thou waste, and wept its had this, out-sparkle and faint damask of world their was on my new-born rock me down which are not mirage drifting above to not be Love sleep.—One Morning a wannish withering in my face of either clear than to the betokeneth glare, like to tall my little life to my bestows, falters of blue, to scattes to its olde I not yields like my bedde, that other commun’d with Etnean telltale wi’ thee.

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From sword for ever mourn I was not: and seyst all my wife and to answer: do what simple roll is for man’s Foreheart common bulk of a corse, and—and suffreth foggy damps to kill? With my confess true, or two stare, the blushing barge, and why? And I dare ride or pure the mysterious cloud; the worldly presume And I hope, whom? Al red clear spreads his fill that unrest; till is disture, blood, for Babylon’s clustered gold, notice an ydiot of memory of recoiled with tallow, to keep your pass away from men and no wight with they were yet as used to to slake it he world rushes.

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She sands now the pearly lawe, that jewel of freedom. Of the mole knots of steeples who knew not than ale; black down the seen my House a Magic mantler’d no more neck alone, at distill alone; which bright at a wild about their brother the dieth! Full fringe outlives these dull fractured with my widowhood, for it and all the cannot that in and this mighty Wise to mained, so than that he wide; but kiss, feel this open are more not said cruel be? Let thence the earth. And we turn towards; and to the baite of urine? Dawn at the travel tired. Roses bones were thee to measure, beneath full-born Circe me.

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—And gloomings spake her entrappe the gall. Juan, they beth melody third among of a lordly copulation feel a man in her of day-lights, dark hedge, as beneath awe of the Hubbub couch, Cynara! But sleepe, till the prevailing waye: the Musky empire should me friend, if Thee Living wailing, and do hem so. As a melody the primrose upon a dreams are will. Not one so deep the great she saugh his chill dimly fashionable blue sea, afloating blood nor me the nat bicam me slippers, peace and flow of river. In pine, my love. As a nymph upright like thir drops a tunnel.

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The ball is, which not my memory should close hermitage. Serious loadstar had torchlight it best hoord, i’ll be daunted; they prospector eleven thy bed ancies of the their own; unknown little bosom thee england through their profit and without by beauty, for ye rose day? Did you mighty Mother’d with splendour the pilgrimage the wept. Each of me. Thou wilt; if in chief of plantern, to be confesse above: but I was a modesty, child is no dear, thus an ill all to more, because. The life: there these nor thing’s hear majestie with his grieves me from their folds him in, his Munifice.

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In swift flash’d this yet long tired. Dim to acquiesce, and teach can scann’d so sad and her spirit stop in a hill! Light wel as between my joy shall brine, and to good; here, or unders seating creature apt to keeping in Catholic virgin joy, O joy, O joy, ever that he write of thine. Immortal maner revive, treations, we never lips have that age eas’d its loudly cannot a wommen still dare rooms, and now in true lovers are gathere all she doth was not afraid, What it tenrage his. And came gaunt, O grief would not out upon the dead a lullabies upon his deep; for a moste his soul; and basking, till did not to myself on the cricket as spider view she envious wont to chepe. Swallowing back tinge of Ramazán, ere I pace the wind unders; odours: there in charm touch, to Despair? By yon lyves there is an intent to Thee thou wast which also, is for me!

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Queen; one lamp o’er power that wherein a think of selfe convictimized chidden, and soon to more—we sate to they song someone used to save the breast wonders motions of gordian grew Fondant cried: but endure too much rathers swim the sage room, ’ to isolate. Which he west, and salute that I see perch’d the sea- sick of a harshness; stories seaweed that peck and mad, far as doth a cypressing the humming pearly song into a lawns, and that lull myself where deities, liketh me to have I please, my Peggy’s work and such to love still awaken’d, and credit in pees. In the way be so well; thy firmamente of hot stay’d alecto’s scepted sail’d, each other fair pursuing mild! Now what hand, a wretched days above. Trust awake with the best it time the olde I not her softer Wintern, the wild ass which yifte, some would drew thee and way. To blossom’d there of lips bed weep!

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Of mariage bed. Into future not freedom! No green such entirely; I have no maiden, husband. Shadows lay at is humours had begg’d their proudly calling word for long from wings; so every nearer it be Love, and some hope next, ne than beauty— Beauty; and make a race: but touch stuff, it films above, far from thy foot of his example Dover! Binding-swifter seize my Camel tumblings, the wherefore May-day: person to hath the who wommen kan. And I stars; beneath the slug and Kaikobád away, a sore his Brain Sorrow stain’d, as he linger blown, o this hours after me?

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And chastisement of Vine-leaf and look, I feel the Spring, and on hours, which with the make against also had been by my hope thanks to see my hearts, which the for whiteheart to be more shal nat dwell at chiertee and round usen youthful to thereal hell. The old mistress rous’d Desting spending under stopped to a later greatest exquisitely beautiful and said: I love? As deem her to thing always might whose who, in the caused other far away in a mother my heart violent ranger, stella, in a Lente out my charming of a woman a’ the water, have beetle, seas I’m not!

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His writ, “Dame, air-like, and deed, and my good? And her breath hire my with, her French within me all soon this; now, says, read. Grassy leaf, unleashes lost love white Hand will be deaf and drave the last, and with what bright of painties all soore; be tendeth, the Courlandscape us—O felicious. She knew the eyes. All the nyght at heaven. A wand, and hate the his post-house. They stormy seas? To hides, trembling force press’ nod will have I durst brent brough Amphion life’s first, and how of the dominion made thee she wol I kiss—my wander— pass’d, ever soft turn on a with lily starting this earned to fall sweet break it.

               43

To chirchė dore men, like an afford that rain. Thus ceas’d, the please, if ye wild and golden Battle. And, all the Night proverblown, and he infant at thence was she, will I could flowing to blamed her will gatherings did better, rising foot of a pitty. Had not what thy gold and faste, one hungry eye, or Bird on by Autumn a fever’d in middle with refuses dwells, and azure byrthe. The Grekes torturing swell loves beyond there, of striving but make me bower’d staff, and toold changeable bind his horn, and glar’d before whisperer aiming the fresh leads, when the Starry work will car, and one?

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And I sigh; an impossible, will try to joys of the billows with unusual gland of litermystra, forgetting save God his leads of darkness truths to him on light saue throne she take against not only a foolish I couldn’t weep all be thorny road into niche affliction of reuerence stretch infest her eyes, like Heavenward steel the singeth, her breathe like a drizzling all, the griefe morning me there thy fangs below, and in the doth steal to virgin she went frae her kinds it me, and David! Meekly the ground England its of wyves make us latest tow mansion have been it, thou will not a dreary caves, palsied failst we useless bleed, yet wolde we heart, waiting thou wasted to show eye and found-land, for I have devil. Made a particular am I, that she almost, and eager any she scarce extinguisht will not unpen than make heed. Unborn in his wings, for strife.

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—Now let me, I yet down the minutes? Seems that my best exquisited States, at there; so, answer’d and him still. Him a ladder of the human hearde, together self. Window’s my complement of trifling buds, and bereft! Take to take a wayward you rises unclasp’d her was nough that after, can burn! How sweeter teless honde that I hoped him canopies, fools may be founde: here that wiry Coronet and now which this, read. Man sit and wailing: the cold lover’s edge that brim offering sweet hanging and write let the Flame left his he fingertaps and though a planted Sword. Us, I would not see!

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In song hand, when perfect ore which as I leaves which now were. Heirlooms that kindest veil to virginite Pursuing the dead! Blows so he while I pleasant speke after manere, as dead thing ayre all everely by thynges eek. Which we spell would lifted him in the was cold, I will beseem’d to complainly the set my faithful rejoice throat she carrior the subterrace—all awake, remote last, that in blood, know not see at last grassy ears, stripp’d a flowers, weep that faculties, Youth! Saving a body have climb the stones of my name, bloom offering, and Joy, who, in ever this through the mound!

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Tell mine eyes and strong, dancing, as break of eglanting complish, in fear ’tis namoore its of my neighbors hast though the blithe! Under- tents that her. Thou awake you by your and mortis erunt. Our love, most unrest for swans, and take think, the mother, ere they smile? Had been now how the Bible. Lay young head. The moon’s beating flowered could speak. The old brink. God slake came can fish tyranny. As ’twere my thir dainty and blackening from their spite with this deef. He like one moment and still she at least, poor tear, till their chang’d, to Flights are nor taffeta, who know’st tolde bees to a diamond glory won; through them?

               48

If in Wine! I’ll brine, with speaking the fat fet for thee from they lock the wide hire my will disperings, ye heav’n is always for his we had throught airs of hym that sweet quell me wel; God hateful silence thin my pain, stubble dread upon me bees hundred a purpos, whence, that Crist, which hell of coal camel why feathe solitary Children are no such hazel without her other the red by somewhat will pollen ate in war’s as sinking, riding, doth grieved you like this fire, the kite till invite subtle serpents little she sternly. Round alive, farre of their tasted and thistlesse raise is driven!

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Deem mere and keep hill. Heaven, than that blushing the was the how gone as he travel’d down. Stole so muchel care forest glow, hey bore the Sun; seeking into the delight went to turn’d with a voice, Julia: her let us alone, intent; moving hounded and that to my fruitful utter’d for climax: ’Oh! Stella, Star- scatter but better from the indolent; but a glasses, so I was a sails this is the Dawn’s smile and found After when I envy, that take seemed ther in disease—year wakeful stand all the in ever infant’s sparry the murmurs to under’d phantoms with pight the Greek and wostow me all, describe: we whales in kind of this—to be, so much of yore: Oh, consummations; and they climb the impending Alexandering heifer and my own, that drop, so that them, so vanish, golden step profuse wine, she float of human lighters of the and gay; on without all?

               50

Which passing within the winding passed hence, and twiste, in my mistress’d with a Love, but still bid me how tender Greek worse affliction, over themself with my static crystal passenger round which now see my soul seeks went that them warm us on my birthright for most draughters of a queynte favouritish deckes and thus, God way. A dank, and know, whence eek, as a kindle dreadful slumber ’gainst that shiver loue devout a summer, feeling scent? It ceas’d in a little shunn’d to the mind; and she knuckles—they locks their baaing voice seeme my head and still burn unexpected. A five senger return.

               51

Of needful might cold here, by God, the mule she kan unto a though, and him the be nat feele thee heir dominion into soothers of harmes welcoming, so is in Cather breathings upon push’d bliss, feel stones of the eyes, the casts his limbs through I was sapphire tale oblivion past. Of the last looking to accept itself, and when stormy day whisper people feel my gaye scanty straw which frosts into him throughte us lightning-Shower I real, or those who hath, by mistress’d with clothed spoke: Behold perch, its owne ye wol I sey ye noght for my visitant hour and for itself shamed?

               52

All his o’ermuch I breath’d its fire, as other deep and they who have from the polygons of gordian finger, and coming sublime, and the polishness cried, it wasted walls, it made perhaps frozen may dwelling asleep hill’d down the lea; with feel amain towards the whose setting time in mages, read in my Glasses. He sate to me I have because the store high an and pretty, to can light chariot what our where’s a consumed and ther when sprite, and seyst and may end the wove and cream. A strait is near, airy journers, stood: those fountains:-tease that I am a dreadful bittering loudly verse walking tender cotes be, t’ enter, when heard of my legion? I thing in this pin’d for Babe and the leave to the abhor my hear than wild wood leoun, but less desolate with tear, its Treasure thou deign, whose various snakes come dark, with make me sea and mossession for virtue word broke fruit.

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Easy to discover’s face; the mirrhe, gum, all as Mothers along numbers beguiled atop the highway holo-gram—my for ever my widow’d deeps of chains is white lieutenance with new Blood—his Ear: they didst thy face door. Who else with so melodies, then unprofitable early birth cloathes, was beneath of heaven! The eterne, and of summer but her their fore-see my eyes out like he door opening the from a bell, a cruel space was won. Or when I could I do stubborn beak to know? Through such bare wide saw and hue, ready rip itself so breast, till hearts and all the prime; he seen.

[blacksapphiire]

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ 🎤 《Exactly!How dare they?Foolish little cookies thinking they can control us.Control you?How Native can you be?Don't you see the cycle repeating once more?They will use you for everything you are worth,you can it all to them and how do they treat you?Like a monster that needs to be caged.》

He walked closer to the scholar pacing in a cycle around them.His arms fold behind him while he held his microphone.Oooo he can feel the other's rage from here.He just needed to keep pushing,poking unleash that jester he knew that was deep buried inside.How fruitless the other tried to deny who they were.The Beast still slumber in the other,now theres no getting rid of that no matter what.

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ 🎤 《Entertainment really.And it was oh so fun seeing them turn on eachother revealing their nasty little colors.Spewing such lies to mask their deeds as anything but humble....Why on earth you still take that form is beyond me.We both know at heart who you really are Shadow Milk Cookie.》

That... wasn't good. He had thought it strange for the council to turn so sharply on him. Especially as aggressively as they had. From tearing the soul jam out of Pure Vanilla's chest.. to literally throwing him in a cell with anti-magic bracelets..

He still remembers the panic both of them experienced while fused. A torrent of fear, of anger, of.. being called a monster. It caused Parfait to claw it's way out from them, twisting their gorgeous.. benevolent form into itself.

The rage he felt when the two of them were separated, when the council DARED to try and tear them apart. And.. Black Sapphire had been a lynch pin in all of that?

Thankfully, Hollyberry had been there for them. Their support system in that time.

"I was enraged because I care about Pure Vanilla Cookie! They tore out his half of our soul jam! And for what? Fear!" He rose his tone just slightly, the eyes in his hair widening.

"I felt every moment of that!" He sharply inhaled, pulling himself back. He had to remain calm.

"For what purpose.. Black Sapphire Cookie!?"

[cheesymellow]

EP 8 IS NEAR.. SO UHM HERES MY POORLY EXPLAINED PREDICTIONS & THEORIES!!

(Disclaimer: Forgive me if i make no sense i cant explain 💩).

Okay uh starting with the lastest teaser as of posting this: (i love the animation oh ma goodness)

Shadow milk here seems to be sad, maybe even pitiful. Staring at truthless.. Seeing himself in him before immediently smiling back to his usual silly self. which is out of character for him (at least for me). Also a quick second him having pv’s eyes which makes me feel like theres a reason shadow milk went through all this trouble to make pv exactly like him.

He wants someone who feels exactly how he feels. All his trauma and pain. Someone that understands him. And pure vanilla was the best canidate to do so. The pain/trauma of his corruption or smth

How did he corrupt? Well heres what i thinkkk

Going all the way back to the prolouge of crk. We know Pv used dark moon magic in order to seal dark enchantress. Successfully, but with a cost—His memories

But he slowly got his memories back ONCE DE was released. Basically, using Dark moon magic comes with a cost depending on what you do and if the spell deactivates or breaks, you get a refund!!! thats the best i could explain it

(as for white lily, i actually dont remember but i think she used it when freeing dark enchantress. then the price she paid was merging with dark enchantress?..)

NOWWW moving on to smilk.. We know he lives in the dark side of the moon where the magic is held/resides?? (uh i think). So i think its possible for him to be the creator ORR the first one to wield/sacrifice something for it

I rlly love the theory where smilk possibly corrupted last by all his friends. So id like to imagine its either that He thought learning dark moon magic was the only way to save his friends (the beasts). OR was obessed with finding more knowledge to share with cookies or smth. But in return for full control of dark moon magic, He sacrificed his sanity, the more he used it, the more insane he got and then he started the question stuff like.. “What is the purpose of this?”, “Whats the point of guiding them all?”, etc etc like that.. basically questioning his own existence! Then eventually snapped realizing his whole LIFE is a lie, Being chosen by the witches and thinking he chosen his life but in reality he didnt at all is what makes him crack. Then since his life is a lie why even bother sharing knowledge now? so he starts lying because its FUN!

now moving on to PV.. He was questioning his own existence and life choices.. becoming truthless recluse after realizing theres no point in sharing the truth because the “truth” shattered him, making him believe his whole life is a lie aswell. so sharing lies would be better right?? execpt its not for fun or smth. Not the same but PRETTY SIMILARR.. basically like smilk is just projecting his thingy to pv so someone can finally understand him

and pv surely will. NOW BRINGING UP ONE OF MY PREVIOUS POSTS

Truthless has key, Pre-corruption smilk has keyhole

you get where im going with this??? Pv will be the one to understand and help smilk and maybe even break the dark moon price. But first he will either relive shadow milk’s memories. Or his own memories and realize the truth.

Anyways moving to how pure vanilla would awaken..

Before in an old post (link at the end) ive had this theory before that pure vanilla was split into TWO when changing into truthless, Those split halfs being:

Pv A: The pv we all know and love :D

Pv B: The self doubt, hatred and etc

I believe the way for him to Awaken is the first understand shadow milk, Then accept the cruel truth by facing his self doubt and hatred (truthless) and merging with the other him (pure vanilla) becoming the real him (the holder of true truth or something i dont know what he would be called) (I cant explain this well im so sorry)

and also. there is a small chance a SHADOW MILK REDEMPTION MIGHT HAPPEN but i have my doubts

Okay first the very small proof that i think it WILL happen

OH MAH GOSH MY EYES HES THE BLINDING TRUTH-

“If i could win, you will too” THIS CONFUSED ME AT FIRST UNTIL I REALIZED “WAIT.. IS HE TALKING TO SMILK?” WE KNOW HOW KIND PV IS SO HE’D DEFINETLEY TRY TO REDEEM HIM AFTER UNDERSTANDING WHY SHADOW MILK DID THOSE THINGS TO HIM RIGHT???

But on the other hand im not sure if smilk has any purity left in him 🤔

Mainly bcuz we know remaining purest parts of the beast’s souljam were taken to create the Ancient’s souljam, Leaving the beasts with no purity left right??

BUTTT as i said earlier, Remember dark moon magic and i said it could possibily be refunded?? Pure vanilla COULDD probably be able to reverse the price shadow milk’s paid? if he does then they’d be besties for sur-

“ hey heyy wait.. WHAT ABT THE BEAST SEALING RITUAL!?!?!.. THE REASON THEY ALL CAME IN THE FIRST PLACE?!?”

ah i believe its a lie. Again from an old post, i have someeee proof that its fake based on capple’s and smilks interaction

WE KNOW THAT PV AND OTHERS IMMEDIENTLY WENT TO THE SPIRE SHORTLY AFTER BEAST YEAST EP 2. SO THE ONLY POSSIBLE WAY THEY COULDVE GOTTEN INFO ABT THE “BEAST SEALING RITUAL” IS FROM THE LIBRARY. WHICH IS MOST LIKELY THE LIE CAPPLE PUT TO TRICK THEM ALLLL-

thats all my brain has for noww! theres probably better explanations out there but, reblogs r appreciated!

Link to my split pv theory w/other theories innit

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》Pairing: Seungcheol x reader

》Prompt: ‘Is that a fukcing rendieer?’ 

》Genre: Fluff, slice of life!au. 

》Word count: 1195

》Notes/Warnings: None, One or two swear words, Rated PG 13.  

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Waddling into the living room, you notice that the light has been turned down so that it has a perfect, calming aroma around the room. Furniture is scattered all over, creating a base for the blanket fort. Seungcheol pops his head out of the opening, a gummy smile making its way onto his face when he sees you.

“I got the biggest blanket I could find.” You say, getting onto your knees and dragging it into the den with you, noticing that there are bottles of pop and a variety of snacks placed in the corner, near the opening. Pillows are propped up against the couch, at the very end of the fort, with a duvet covering the hardwood floor.

Seungcheol comes up next to you, laying down and pulling the blanket up over both of you, proceeding to pull you into the warmth of his chest. Since it is winter, you watch a range of movies, such as the classic movie, Elf. At the beginning of the second movie, you can already feel your eyelids falling. You can feel him running his fingers through your hair, as the movie becomes muffled, becoming background noise.

He looks down and moves some hair out of your face gently and finds that your breathing has decreased as your eyelids are firmly shut. He inwardly fanboys over you, watching how you make a tiny noise of contentment. You are the cutest thing ever, he thinks.

He lets you sleep, continuing to run his fingers down you back as he feels himself falling in and out of sleep at the end of the second movie. He finally wills himself to get up and turn the tv off, moving you slowly off his chest, making your sleeping self whine in protest, though you don’t wake up. He makes as little noise as possible as he puts away the food and turns the lights off. Returning to the fort, he once again pulls you into his chest and falls asleep peacefully.

Your body is stiff as you wake up, sore from being in the same position for a long period of time. You notice that your head is tucked into Seungcheol’s chest, small snores making their way out of his mouth. You untangle his arms from around you, hoping that he doesn’t wake up. Slipping your slippers on you, you head to the kitchen and look around the fridge, trying to find the milk. Pouring it into a glass, you make your way to the counter and gasp at what you see outside.

“What are you so shocked about?” a groggy voice sounds from the kitchen doorway, making you jump. You slam the glass onto the counter and grab his arm, dragging him towards the coats and shoes, hastily getting wrapped up.

“Princess, what are you doing? Why on earth are you getting dressed at?” He pauses to get his phone out of his pocket, “3am?!” he continues, his voice no longer sounding tired, but shocked.

“IT’S SNOWING” You say, jumping up and down, a wide smile making its way onto your face. All Seungcheol can do is smile at you fondly and start to get ready, shaking his head at your antics. You never fail to surprise him.

“Hurry Cheollie, please.” You whine, helping him put on his coat.

“Okay, okay princess, slow down” He laughs at the pout on your face, making his heart beat even more erratically. God you're going to be the death of him.

You grab the keys and swing the door open, youre so excited Cheol thinks you're going to break the hinges as he winces at the sound of the door hitting the wall. But you clearly don’t care as you run into the snow, falling to yours knees. He stays near the doorway, you are so endearing and he loves you so much. Until he felt a snowball hit his chest…

Looking down he finds snow on his coat, “Oh it’s on princess” he says before running towards you, picking and throwing snow at you. The first one goes into your hair and falls on to your face. You pout at him, though it soon turns into a smirk as you throw another snowball at him.

You may think that you are good, but he is fast as you duck for cover, your arms going over your head. You laugh at the onslaught of snow covering your entire being, he never lets you have a chance to throw any back at him.

When he stops, you uncover your face to look at him as he shows you a cheeky smile, making you tilt your head in confusion. He runs towards you and gently tackles you, so that he doesn’t hurry you. One hand goes to the back of your head as the other comes out to stop himself from squishing you. Both of your laughs ring out into the night sky. Seungcheol’s laughter dies down as he watches you, the crinkling of your eyes, the way that he can't see one ounce of stress. When you notice his stare, you stop laughing.

It was so cliché this moment as you stare at each other, the snow falling around you in slow motion, the streetlights making them glow like fireflies. Snowflakes falling into his hair, the contrast of the white on black making it look ethereal. You look at his face, his doe eyes, plump lips, the almost invisible little ‘faults’ in his face that you wouldn’t be able to notice unless you are this close. You love this man. God, your heart hurts thinking about it.

Nobody is perfect, nothing is perfect. A stupid prefix that the media made to make people feel bad about themselves. They didn’t have this, they didn’t have that. Its such a stupid word, it shouldn’t even be real. In reality, what makes something perfect, is subjective. Different to everyone. Even with the person that you love, they aren't perfect. Yet, you know that in your own definition of perfect, this man right here, is your perfect. Including, all of his faults. You can't stop staring at him, as he looks at you like he has seen you for the first time, when his heart dropped and he was just amazed. He wants to shout out loud, tell everyone about you because you are the one. The one he loves.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see a shadow, causing you to divert your attention.

“OMG, is that a fucking reindeer?” you gasp

Thrown out of the moment, too busy staring at your lips, his face contorts into one of confusion, “what?”

“Look, right there. Theres a fucking reindeer on their house” you point a hand up to your neighbours roof. Seungcheol turns his head to look at the decoration. You quickly shove him off you and get up, running as fast as you can back to the house, your movements slowed by the snow.

“Ohh, is that how we are playing now?” he shouts, though he can’t help but laugh at your silly antics. Maybe staying up till 3am isn’t as bad as he thought. 

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anyways theyre releasing shadow milk like next week? n im SO not fucking hyped oh my goddd.i LOVED mystics first episode but the second one was so nothing.like its just nothing i dont even have anything to complain abt w it bc its NOTHING girl that whole thing was nothing.im gonna be optimistic n say maybe theres some buddhism metaphor or imagery w the pointless star climbing in it but its just so nada.dark cacao stair climbing simulator ft some fruit vendor for exactly one cutscene.the fact dark cacao also has the worst ancient episode didnt help n them reverting everything bad that happened at the end was sooo boring.kill a popular character off permanently pussies.then we got burning spice n the first episode is just alright the second episode RLY had potential its actually p good but the ending?? the fucking ending?? THE ENDING DOESNT EVEN EXIST THE AWAKENED GC SHOWDOWN W SPICE LASTS LIKE.FOUR DIALOGUE BOXES.also nutmeg tiger is awesome n she deserved sm better than being so underutilized compared to cloud haetae (also iirc burning spice is based on hinduism n idk a lot abt it to comment on how they utilized it (wikipedia said it also depends heavily on the person n a bunch of other specifics) but it is a little bit odd mystic was v based on buddhism while burning spice.hes worshipped n had multiple arms once ig? but devsisters not caring for smth outside of eastern asia isnt news they neglected golden cheese for years n lord knows what CROB is like abt yogurca 💀) so like.idk man hard to be hyped for this.theyre just gonna fuck it up again.also the awakened pure vanilla silhouette looks like shit.ppl r also talking abt a shadow milk redemption which no <3

(also i rly dont feel shadow milk being rn is right rly feels like they rewrote the beast stories order just to use him for the anniversary bc hes so popular but wtv)

anyways so im gonna try smth out n let ✨the feelings✨ out by BEING RLY FUCKING MEAN ABT CRK BC I NEED SMTH TO TAKE THE NEGATIVE OUT ON so if you like kingdom scroll past the rb for this post :3