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Selfie time!

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The words can actually be translated, in fact!

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Smth quick that doesn't require 40 hours to draw

(time of creating is one of my biggest issues)

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Which is the right one?

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The body study!

+friren art

To be fair, there was a bunch of different bodies and poses, just didn't think it would be extremely entertaining for u to see just plain dummies with no colours °^°

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What a gorgeous art! Raven, my beloved💜

Daily drawing 1847. I've been wanting to do some fan art of different ip for a bit, so I think until I run out of time or energy, I'm going to try and do a run of different fan art pieces. Most of these are just going to be characters shoehorned into environments, but hopefully it helps me get over the mental block I have for starting

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The Gem was born of Evil's fire.

The Gem shall be his portal.

He comes to claim. He comes to sire.

The end of all things mortal.

Raven has been my fav character for more then 10 years and i love her deeply. The child of the unsightly depths and yet the hope herself.

Her live's only purpose was meant to bring the great distraction upon the world, the fate itself created her as a monster that must only kill, consume and conquer. She knew that, she knew everything from the beginning. The day of her birth was her biggest fear, regret and malice at the same time. Bounded by her own destiny, what a cruel joke must that be?

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Hunterrrrr this time!

(I saw the pose on Pinterest, drew this a while ago so sadly couldn't find the author, please tell me if you know them!)

I also really wanna thank @scarapanna and some other Vanilla Verse creators for the support! You are the people who encourage me to develop and i really look up to you :3

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Guess the character i'm drawing!! :P

Thb that is my fav character ever! Have watched the show for about 9 times on 4 different languages (original is the best though) TOOOOOOOTALLY WORTH IT!!!!!

Sadly there's not much content about this character, couldn't even find any fan animations. On the whole, the show is way to underrated and more people should know about it. Maybe that will happen someday and that day would become the start of the new greater world....

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Quick scug doodle!

I must say that i struggle a lot to draw on my own so far, so i usually use many references from different artists. I never trace cause i won't be able to learn anything that way, but i admit that i can fully copy the pose/colours/concept.

I will always credit artists when I'm able to find their nickname, but if they are unhappy about me using their work as an example, i will delete the post immediately!

Hope that's okay with everyone! :3

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So.... khm...long time no see...?

Even though I've been gone for more than 3 months, i haven't quit drawing. Actually, I had a feeling that my art level was in a way to low for social media, so i took a step back and spent some time learning. I'm feeling more confident now, but my experience is still only 4 months, so i'm open for any criticism! Imma post my drawings here, so y'all and I will get to see my progress and the way i develop. Also drawing only one character is pretty difficult for me (sorry lovely PV), so there will be plenty of characters i'm fond of. Hope nobody gets upset! :3

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Observe Pure Vanilla's true form, the guise in which he was brought to this world. The star-shaped mark on his head is a sign that his existence is vicious and pernicious since he was created artificially by the will of the Being more powerful that life itself

I decided to post smth about my first Pure Vanilla AU! The plot is actually really, I just need to pull myself together and write it down. (Will try to do that during my flight) This is a slight departure from my main AU, since I'm at a bit of a dead end and can't come up with a decent development of the story.

In short, Vanilla was originally created by Shadow Milk shortly before the beast's incarceration to keep the cookie world at bay and deprive them of the will to fight and resist by the time SM gets out of his shackles. The meaning of his existence is to destroy any sparks of hope, entire kingdoms of cookies and sow discord. But pure, albeit extremely fragile curiosity prompts him to study the cohesion and will to live of these helpless but persistent creatures.

Can he become something more than a ruthless tool of his creator? Will see

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Shadow Milk is quite knowledgeable when it comes to pocket dimensions, so he has imprisoned Orchid Staff in vines that wrap around PV's arm for convenience. What a generous gesture after making a deal :)

(I am still breathing :)))))

Amidst the chaos and the strife 

I cherish just the fact of life. 

That I'm still breathing, still alive, 

As heart beats strong I must survive. 

The spreading crack that hurts my soul 

About to consume me whole 

And leave just fragile shards behind 

That cut my limbs and made me blind. 

(I really should write something, my thoughts are already forming themselves into poems against my will fgfjgiyiifyugfyj)

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Part 2, yeeeea!

Sooooooo, this is like part 2 of my AU lore. The 1st one is pinned on my tumblr acc and I’d recommend reading it before this one. But in any case, this is just entertaining reading with blood, trauma and stuff, so it still can be read without knowing the context (￣▽￣) 

As Pure Vanilla's eyes fluttered open, he found himself once again in this oppressive void that seemed to stretch on endlessly. This time, however, a noticeable shift in the atmosphere hinted at a different kind of acceptance. The void accepted his new nature, revealing to Vanilla the secrets hidden in its concealed space. Once barren and desolate, but now it overflowed with clumps of dark magic coalescing into ominous shapes, birthing new entities that exuded malevolence and promised chaos and destruction to the world. Born from the depths of darkness and emptiness, the radiance and rhythmic pulse of delicate hearts in living beings cast a mesmerizing and alluring spell upon them. Upon their emergence, creatures punctured ethereal fabric with fangs and claws, weaving their way into the realm beyond. In a breathtaking spectacle, the rifts swiftly healed, akin to a colossal entity tending to its wounds with seamless grace. The place was devoid of light's touch, yet it held an openness to receive a soul that had once been a beacon in the darkest of hours. After all, now only smoldering embers remain from its former brightness. 

Pure Vanilla felt the Beast's presence as towering figure materialized out of nowhere, casting a long, sinister shadow over him. An aura of malevolent power seemed to emanate from Shadow Milk, seeping into Vanilla's very essence and sending a shiver down his spine. With a chilling grin he reached out to run his fingers through Vanilla's disheveled hair. His voice was dripping with guile and feigned gentleness. "You're a pathetic creature, Vanilla," - he sneered, his words were like venomous whispers. - "A mere shadow of your former self. Simply adjust this new grand reality, for it is your only salvation." This is not true. This can't be true. For a moment disobedience, the desire for freedom flared up in the fading soul. Vanilla's throat constricted with fear and defiance, but as he moved to speak, he was confronted by the sharp edges of his teeth, still stained with blood from his accidental unfortunate victim. After all, the truth cannot be escaped. Tremors wracked his body, his eyes betraying a mix of terror and despair as Shadow Milk produced a grotesque offering — a severed limb held out with a twisted grin. 

With every fiber of his being, he fought against the predatory instincts that threatened to consume him whole. But each moment of resistance only seemed to fuel the insatiable appetite within him, driving him to the brink of madness as the line between the ancient hero and the beast blurred into a terrifying haze. The conflict raged within him, tearing at his sanity and shredding his resolve to cling to his dwindling geniality. "I see the struggle within you, Vanilla," - Shadow Milk's voice echoed through the darkness, a cold chuckle underlying its words. - "You cling to your old self, but that part of you is loooooooong gone. Embrace the darkness within you, for it is your true essence." It seemed that what was said was the last straw. In a heart-wrenching surrender to the beast within, Vanilla succumbed to the overpowering craving, his once gentle nature eclipsed by a savage hunger that demanded to be sated. As he tore into the flesh before him, the taste of blood on his lips and the primal satisfaction of the predator sent a shiver of revulsion through his core.  When the haze of frenzy lifted and clarity pierced through the darkness of his actions, a profound sense of horror and self-loathing gripped Vanilla's heart. The realization of what he had become, the monstrous depths he had plumbed in his desperation, struck him with a force that shook him to his very core. Again. This happened again. Shadow Milk only watched with a grin. 

In the relentless cycle of haunting visits, Vanilla found himself succumbing more and more to the dark urges that clawed at his sanity, as resistance crumbled before the rising tide of his predatory instincts. With a chilling calmness that belied the horror of his actions, he began to consume morsels of his own kind. 

 Amidst the grim banquet of flesh, there came a moment that pierced through the numbness of his descent—a torn rib cage, a macabre feast that shattered whatever fragile illusion of control remained. A solitary tear fell upon a stark collarbone protruding from the remains before him. In that fleeting moment, a whisper of doubt crept into his mind— The world will only become a better place without a creature like him, right? The weight of his monstrous deeds bore down upon him, a burden too heavy to bear. Driven by a desperate impulse to escape the horror of his own nature, Vanilla seized a bone with trembling, bloodstained hands and plunged it into his own eye. 

 A searing agony tore through his being, but it was the awakening of his feral essence that sent a shiver of dread. Reality blurred at the edges, consciousness slipping through his grasp as a primal hunger seized control. The pupils narrowed. In a frenzied quest for sustenance, Vanilla tore through the void in a savage frenzy, driven by a primal thirst for life's essence. Shadow Milk sighed in slight disappointment: "You're really a fool, aren't you? Even if you had the strength, did you really think that something as simple as death would make a bit difference?" The space was filled with irritated laughter, but Shadow Milk was merely talking to himself since Vanilla was unable to perceive anything. The real world beckoned to him with subtle sounds and tantalizing scents, stirring a primal urge within him to seek sustenance, to hunt and feed on the life that pulsed around him. 

 While Shadow Milk droned on in another monologue of disdain and worthlessness, Vanilla's gaze caught sight of a peculiar anomaly — a thinning gap between the realms, a fragile seam that beckoned to be torn asunder. In a wild attempt to get out he extended his pointed nails and began to tear up the line between the worlds. Each rending motion unleashing a surge of dark magic that twisted and corroded the fabrics of the void. As clumps of malevolent energy coalesced around his hands, the line broke, opening a narrow passage into the realm of the living. Shadow Milk, taken aback by this unexpected turn of events, froze in shock as he witnessed Vanilla unraveling the canvas of this ominous domain. He smiled slyly: "How curious! Already mastered the dark moon magic, huh? It looks like you can be quite a lot of use!" While he was thinking Vanilla had already managed to get out and the gap between the spaces had tightened again. 

In the grip of a savage frenzy, Vanilla descended upon the unsuspecting settlement of cookies with a primal ferocity that knew no bounds. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood, a scent so intoxicating it seemed to fuel his insatiable hunger with each breath. The death cries of the unfortunate victims reverberated in his mind, a macabre symphony that stirred within him a perverse pleasure, a twisted ecstasy born of carnage and chaos. The lives of the cookies crumbled before him with alarming ease, their fragile forms no match for the relentless onslaught of his savagery. Each morsel of flesh he devoured, each life he extinguished, brought a strange satisfaction. Their deaths became a spectacle, a morbid game of predator and prey where the line between cookie and monster blurred into shades of crimson. Amidst the chaos and the carnage, Vanilla's senses were drowned in the depravity of his actions. The sheer number of victims overwhelmed him, their bodies mere vessels of sustenance to be consumed without remorse. He picked and chose the most delectable parts of each lifeless form, discarding the rest as meaningless husks of flesh and bone, their once vibrant existence reduced to mere offal and refuse. 

As the frenzy subsided and the clarity of consciousness returned to him, Vanilla stood amidst the remnants of his cruel rampage, a statue of horror and despair. The realization that he had become the very thing he feared most—a monster in the guise of a cookie, bore down upon him. Vanilla fell to his knees. Unable to distinguish the faces of his victims, they blended together in a macabre tapestry of death. To him, they were nothing more than variations of flavor, their individuality lost in the maw of his insatiable hunger. Each cookie, once vibrant and unique, now reduced to a mere part in his feast, their essence devoured without a second thought. 

Shadow Milk materialized behind his back. He took a quick look at the horror going on around them and stroked Vanilla's head with a slight smile.” What a sight to behold, am I not right?” - His voice was soft and mesmerizing - “Now you're not going to run away from the truth anymore, are you?” Vanilla slowly turned his gaze to the Beast. “You have seen for yourself the depth of your power and the darkness that lurks in your soul. You have a gift, a potential for dark magic” - His eyes lit up -” It would be a huge omission to just ruin it like that. You are no longer bound by the constraints of things like conscience and virtue, Vanilla. Embrace the darkness within you, let it flow through your veins. Together, we shall carve our legacy upon the tapestry of existence, and all shall tremble before the might of our power!" 

Vanilla knew that there was no redemption for him, no absolution that could wash away the stains of his sins. The path of defiance would only lead to greater sacrifices and untold suffering, a futile struggle against the forces that now held sway over his fate. 

 The outstretched hand of Shadow Milk beckoned to him cut through the haze of his thoughts. 

Vanilla remained wordless. His gaze fixed on the hand before him. In a silent gesture of acquiescence, he extended his own hand, stained with fresh blood. 

A cruel smile played upon Shadow Milk's lips as he opened a portal into the void, where Vanilla had already stepped willingly, his path now irrevocably intertwined with the dark forces that awaited him. 

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Slight misunderstanding 💀

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More poems

This one is for @raptor1312 ! To be honest, I wrote it some time ago, but I had already managed to show it to the creator of the AU, so the gestalt was closed and I completely forgot to post it. (*/ω＼) But I'm actually pretty proud of it, so I'm posting it anyway >:3

In the depths of despair, where nightmares reside, 

Pure Vanilla, in shadows, his spirit does hide. 

In a web of the dark, a puppet on strings, 

By Shadow Milk's malice, his soul it clings. 

A flower once blooming, now withered and torn, 

Ensnared by thorns of the sorrow, forlorn. 

Each night a battle, in the void they clash, 

Pure Vanilla's essence consumed in a flash. 

A servant to shadows, a prisoner of night, 

Devoid of magic, of sound, of sight. 

In the abyss, where shadows do loom, 

Pure Vanilla's fate is sealed in a gloom. 

A servant to the beast, against his will, 

Forced to obey, his spirit to chill, 

Abused and beaten, in shadows he weeps, 

In silence, the sorrow forever he keeps. 

Unable to eat, to sleep, to speak, 

In this shadowy state, so dreadfully bleak, 

Lost in the abyss, where nightmares dwell, 

Pure Vanilla trapped in a cruel spell. 

In the presence of friends, a charade he plays, 

Masking the torment, in a shadowy haze. 

Alone in the darkness, his cries unheard, 

As Shadow Milk's tricks remain undeterred. 

White Lily Cookie, with courage and grace, 

Sees through the shadows in the darkest place. 

A beacon of hope in the shadows' domain, 

To break the curse, to ease the pain. 

Through trials and lies, the hope does ignite, 

In the heart of darkness, where despair bite. 

A tale of sorrow, a quest for the grace, 

For the cookie that’s trapped in the shadow’s embrace. 

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"Welcome, welcome! Please take a seat, the spectacle promises to be grandiose! Tonight I will be your host, the one and only Shadow Milk!"

Pure Vanilla's body now serves as a vessel for a potent destructive force. Even if this vessel breaks, the fragments will reassemble again after a while. Because of this, you can do a lot of hilarious things with him: tear off any limbs, open him alive or deprive him of his head! (=ↀωↀ=) But he still feels this terrible pain. A little bit about physiology, when receiving injuries of any kind, a large amount of vital energy is spent on healing them. The more serious the injury, the more energy will be spent, so VERY serious injuries can put him into a state of savagery in order to make up for the shortage sooner.

(this week I have a strange desire to draw poor PV in a more magnificent dress…… I'm not a creep, really(⇀‸↼‶)