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🎂 🎉 🎉 🎉!!!

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Soooo my friends and I were chatting while playing Dandy's World, and I asked if Teagan drank tea, would she be considered a c*nnibal? After some consideration, we decided no. Teagan is technically the cup, the vessel of the tea. At worst, she'd be a vampire.

And as a tea enjoyer, I promised to draw them Vampire Teagan. Sooo here she is, a quick, mindless drawing I finished within an hour time. :D

What's this? Not a cookie artwork? From me?

Impossible/silly

Don't expect much dw art :p, still far too into the cookie fandom riwbwkwi

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More of the Sky: Kingdom of Light Au...Shmilk is a corrupted manta.

Also the SKY!PV's ref sheet (I just realised I've never explained this au, I haven't gotten up to it yet in the au ideas list lmao)

He's the Vault of Knowledge elder :D

And this unfinished thing I made before I drew their designs, I guess? I should redraw this

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Quick 4am something I drew for Sky: Kingdom of Light! Pure Vanillaaaa. I like his design a lot, so I wanted to draw him again lol. I should draw more greyscale stuff, it's fun.

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Cookies drawn in classss

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Based on real events. We still won though, cause Blueberry Pie Cookie is awesome ✨

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Cookie Run: Ovensmash CBT invitation code for D4: ZXTWT9

(Android only, 30 uses each code)

#CookieRunOvenSmash #cookierun #Ovensmash #OvenSmashClosedBetaTest #fyp

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These two actually make me so sick, I love them.

Their dynamic is something I can ramble on and on about, I love FireWind. I like RavenAsh. I love every iteration of them in every timeline, they are my first ever ao3 bookmark and my first cookierun ship.

They are my roman empire and words cannot describe how tightly this ship has my heart in a chokehold.

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FINALLY FIRE SPIRIT IS RELEASED FROM THE NPC PRISON LET'S GOOOOOO

They're finally reunited, Windy has been deprived of peace and quiet once again <3

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SOB I WANT TO CRY, I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING THIS YEAR!!

I’ve met absolutely WONDERFUL people in this server! And I treasure each and everyone one of you. THANK YOU!!

1 YEAR - VanillaVerse

So, for context: It's -- well, three days ago -- was the 1 year anniversary of the Vanillaverse server I'm in! To commemorate, I drew this poster. List below, from top to bottom!

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[AU name not given on Tumblr - I know it as Infernal Judgement] - @sir-myst-cake

Polivine and Shalumare - @itzrhymesgamers

The Knowledgeless and Pirate - @ashuribbon

Saint Vanilla and Shadow Milk - @cuppajj

Shadow Milk Wizard and Wizard - @sunseed-fandump

Pure Vanilla Dragon and Shadow Milk Dragon - @raptor1312

Phantas and Majesty - @darkfluffydragon

Moonstone and Opal - @kittydoesthings

Vanilla Milk - @goldiesgrove

Vanilla Bean and Chilled Milk - Me :D

Jester - @sleepyflowershead

Pitiful Vanilla - @fallen-kingdoms-crk

Whispers of the Predator!PV and SM - @vibke

Cowboy SM and the PV - @xreno, I think also @locosquif

Ternate Milk and Fragment!PV - @amitiagailec

Patent Lies! PV and SM - @locosquif

Pure Milk and Tainted Vanilla (Silent Whispers) - @number1spaceworm

Corrupted Jam!Pure Vanilla - @star143gallery

Pure Milk and Tainted Vanilla (Jam Swap) - @ci0zi0

Empty Vanilla and Shadow Milk - @crkfragmentedsouljams

Intertwined Opposites!PV and SM - @scarapanna

ober's PV and SM - @obernice

Paramnesia!PV and SM - @mime-the

[Navy Rain!PV and SM - this person does not have a Tumblr. Will update once I find their socials!]

Blueberry Milk - @puppermation

Ragged Vanilla and Shadow Marionette - @sh--ple

[I did miss one or two, I apologize!]

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Kyoufuu All Back | FT: Pure Vanilla Cookie

Original song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xUYZ6ViKFh8

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Cookie Run AU Ideas #16: Mirror Mirror On the Wall

The 'corruption' takes on a different form here. A separate being, a different consciousness. It sneaks into the minds of cookies, whispering in their thoughts in the voices of their hosts. It is Darkness, there is a god of the moon, sea, wind, fire, why would there not be some entity of darkness? However, this one is not exactly granted a cookie form. It can take one instead.

It was too late, but the time the virtue of Knowledge realised his thoughts were not his own. That his actions had no longer become choices he truly wanted, and that something else was pulling on the strings. It had snuck into his souljam, it had used him. It turned the spell it forced him to design against him, and trapped him within a mirror, leaving him sealed away while it took his body and his name in order to burn the world to ashes and drown it in shadows and corruption. Meanwhile, he remained trapped, unable to leave or find a way out.

What about his friends? What had happened to them? What about the cookies, the witches? He didn't know, he couldn't leave.

He didn't know how long he had been trapped, a shapeless being, a mirror without a form to reflect. Then she came along. A cookie with white hair, dark fuchsia eyes, a flower adorning her hair. A young cookie with a curious mind. And so it was her form he took, he...didn't exactly remember what he was supposed to look like anymore, anyways.

She asked this 'magic mirror' questions, endless questions in which he answered. It was...fun. He had not spoken to anyone in a very long time. Even if her questions became concerning, became worrisome. Why did she need to know about how cookies were made? Where were her friends, why did she spend so much time speaking to her own reflection?...At least he could learn a bit about what happened outside. Everything seemed...fine. Though there was no mention of what had happened to the imposter, to his friends. Where were they? Why did she hold his friend's souljam?

Then she vanished too. And she returned as someone else, and he could feel its traces within her magic.

When he no longer answered her questions, she grew angry. His mirror was shattered, and though it hurt, he would rather not cause more harm with what she would learn from him. She left and he was alone again. In pieces, this time. He didn't bother trying to keep track of how long it was.

The second was a king. One with a kingdom to lose, one with different eyes and a kind smile. He recognised this cookie, even if his memory had deteriorated during all this time. The first always spoke about him, about her only friend. Even if the king had patched up the mirror to the best of his ability, the mirror was hesitant to help. Hesitant to give answers, and he did not speak about the first to the second. What if the second fell to the darkness, like the first? The first had his souljam, he didn't understand. What happened after that fateful day? Why does no one know?

The second spoke of a war, of an enchantress, of heroes and a battle, and the people he wishes to protect. Reluctantly, the mirror gave the king methods in which to help. Teachings, lessons, knowledge. That which the darkness could not take from him when it stole his body. He taught it to the king.

The king did not return either.

The third was a child. A little wizard, with a cone hat and much potential, though he did not have a teacher to properly cultivate such talent. This shall..be the final one.

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Charcoal Cheese, my bird failiure <3

And a few of the emojis I've made for discord cause they're silly

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Cookie Run AU Ideas #15: Neverland's Lament

A wonderland-type world, except it's genuinely just paradise.

Though sometimes the world just isn't quite right, that's okay; they've learnt to live with it. That street doesn't exist anymore? Go back another day, it'll come back. Perhaps smaller, perhaps bigger, perhaps it's not even a street anymore, it'll come back. The king is gone? He'll come back, or maybe a queen. Or someone completely different, sometimes someone they know, or someone completely new. That's alright; simply accept it and move on.

Pure Vanilla was fine with this, he was just a regular cookie, a shepherd. He lived quietly, with his flowers and his sheep. He didn't need more; he didn't desire more. He was content.

Until he woke up one day in a room, not his, of marble walls and stained glass. Robes he's never worn, servants he's never seen the faces of before, but a castle he's seen thousands of times in the distance. Pure Vanilla has become the king, and he doesn't quite know what to do. He's not a king, yet that is the role that their weird world has deemed that he should play. He doesn't understand, why him? Why do these cookies, who have never met him, act as though they have served him their entire lives? Why do the sovereigns of the other kingdoms treat him like a dear, beloved friend? He's never met them before; he knows they've never met him either. They don't know his favourite food, his hobbies, his favourite colour. This is their first time meeting, yet they act with an ease that only those who have known each other for years would. They learn, though.

Quickly, the world adjusted to fit the new reality. Is this his new life? Is this what the other kings experienced? What happened to them?

Who is the jester, who seems as though they know much more than anyone else?

Pure Vanilla, much like the rest of their world, had never questioned the oddness of their reality. Yet perhaps, he would have no choice to now.

A world, a reality, a life contained within the pages of the book. Within the lines of desperate ink, of tear-stained paper, of sleepless nights wishing for one to open their eyes.

[It is not his time yet. He has not lived. He has not seen the highest mountains, he has not visited the cool rivers that run through the forests. He has been confined to the prison of cloth, linen, and illness. What can he do? He cannot bring him to his wishes, cannot gift him the life he deserves through the right of living.

All he can do is wait and hope. Wait and write, create a false world, one where they could live peacefully. Without fear, without cold, without hunger, without fear. Just them and the eternal happiness that was the sunrise. Perhaps it will take a few tries. Editing characters and areas, crossing out places and names, crying over unfinished sentences and ripping out pages to be thrown into the fire to burn. All for him, who remains still in the bed. Unmoving.

He will write their unlived story, in hopes that perhaps, a miracle will occur. That the paradise will one day become their truth, so that he can see him smile as they run through the sand and chase after birds down the road. Perhaps one day, the characters will look back at him just as he looks at them (at hope-desperate, wavering, hope).

Or perhaps nothing will happen, and fantasy will remain a fantasy, and their remaining candle will burn out. The story will burn, along with the last one he has left. Until he is alone.]

or

An AU where the world is written by Shadow Milk. The real him, which represents the pre-corruption personality, and the jester him, which is more after the corruption personality. He's trying to write a book, the ideal world, for Pure Vanilla, who is sick and dying.

Story PV represents the king Pure Vanilla and jester Shadow Milk represents the real SM. He's aware of everything because he's essentially the representative, avatar of the writer of their world. But they can't communicate, or he doesn't know how to communicate with the real him. Their entire existence relies on the fact that Real Pure Vanilla stays alive, because Real Shadow Milk losing hope means their world being thrown into a fire. And neither of them wants that.

Eventually, the story becomes focused on the idea of hope, and persistence. Of trying to teach a mourning man better ways to cope, as well as understand what exactly you want yourself. How to live your own life, decide your own choices, without letting others pick for you. To find your own true happiness.

Is it happiness if demanded by someone else? Do you want truly want something, if it was pushed by societal pressure and expectation? Is it friendship if you feel obliged to act and not act in a certain way? Is it love, if you feel tired of trying to keep the other happy all the time? Is it truly the life you want, if you are constantly looking around you and stopping to see what others are thinking and seeing?

Is it helping, being kind, if it is for your own, selfish purpose?

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A good server filled with the silliest of friends who encourage my yapping tendencies as I turn every waking thought into an "I could make an au out of this!" scenario <3

Cookie Run AU Ideas #14: Phantom Blue

The beginning premise is that before the sealing, Shadow Milk basically chucked (teleported) his souljam as far away as he possibly could without teleporting into the ocean or something because of teleportation, coordinates, and all the funky mathematical stuff of magic.

He ended up in Roguefort's city! Where the Souljam was picked up by a jewel curator. Later on, Roguefort saw the souljam while passing by, and decided to steal it. Shadow Milk decided that this convenient host who looked similar enough to himself would be the perfect temporary vessel.

Or permanent.

He just needs to do some...adjustments. Meanwhile, PV and EF are completely unaware that SM managed to escape. Though, PV has his suspicions.

Thus begins Roguefort's long, tormented days.

They didn't notice anything wrong at first. Other than constantly feeling like they were being watched, and the weird compulsion to constantly bring the souljam around with them. It was only later on, when they felt like their thoughts were...odd in some way, that they started to become especially suspicion. Besides, their attempts at trying to delude themself can only work for so long. They're not foolish enough to not realise the smiling reflection in their mirror wasn't the expression they currently had.

It starts small. Dreams they can't remember, but leaves them gasping and covered in sweat. Odd comments and saying things they would never normally say, thoughts that they, at this point, definitely know don't belong to them.

They can't hide their panic all that well from Almond. The fear only starts setting in once strands of their hair start turning blue.

This is when Operation: Get rid of that cursed gem no matter what it takes starts.

Between the occasional blacking out and waking up in different places, Almond's growing suspicion and the voice at the back of their mind that gets louder by the day...they have to get rid of this thing that they swear is eating their soul.

It onnnly gets worse. It gets much worse before it gets better. Like, the identity issues start kicking into full gear. Memories that they swear belong to them, but at the same time, "what- no, that's not my memory. I've never even seen that tower before!" Mannerisms that feel like second nature but also so, unbearably off, and suddenly finding their own name...rather foreign to their ears.

One day, Roguefort slips, and Almond sees the Souljam. Unlike "Not Canon in the Kingdom Game", Almond is canon in Kingdom and immediately recognises what the souljam is, and that "hold up that's not right."

Boat trip time! Almond dragging the thief, kicking and screaming to kingdom.

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Cookie Run AU Ideas #14: Phantom Blue

The beginning premise is that before the sealing, Shadow Milk basically chucked (teleported) his souljam as far away as he possibly could without teleporting into the ocean or something because of teleportation, coordinates, and all the funky mathematical stuff of magic.

He ended up in Roguefort's city! Where the Souljam was picked up by a jewel curator. Later on, Roguefort saw the souljam while passing by, and decided to steal it. Shadow Milk decided that this convenient host who looked similar enough to himself would be the perfect temporary vessel.

Or permanent.

He just needs to do some...adjustments. Meanwhile, PV and EF are completely unaware that SM managed to escape. Though, PV has his suspicions.

Thus begins Roguefort's long, tormented days.

They didn't notice anything wrong at first. Other than constantly feeling like they were being watched, and the weird compulsion to constantly bring the souljam around with them. It was only later on, when they felt like their thoughts were...odd in some way, that they started to become especially suspicion. Besides, their attempts at trying to delude themself can only work for so long. They're not foolish enough to not realise the smiling reflection in their mirror wasn't the expression they currently had.

It starts small. Dreams they can't remember, but leaves them gasping and covered in sweat. Odd comments and saying things they would never normally say, thoughts that they, at this point, definitely know don't belong to them.

They can't hide their panic all that well from Almond. The fear only starts setting in once strands of their hair start turning blue.

This is when Operation: Get rid of that cursed gem no matter what it takes starts.

Between the occasional blacking out and waking up in different places, Almond's growing suspicion and the voice at the back of their mind that gets louder by the day...they have to get rid of this thing that they swear is eating their soul.

It onnnly gets worse. It gets much worse before it gets better. Like, the identity issues start kicking into full gear. Memories that they swear belong to them, but at the same time, "what- no, that's not my memory. I've never even seen that tower before!" Mannerisms that feel like second nature but also so, unbearably off, and suddenly finding their own name...rather foreign to their ears.

One day, Roguefort slips, and Almond sees the Souljam. Unlike "Not Canon in the Kingdom Game", Almond is canon in Kingdom and immediately recognises what the souljam is, and that "hold up that's not right."

Boat trip time! Almond dragging the thief, kicking and screaming to kingdom.

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I’ve been working on this for actual months now and I’ve been so slow. My motivation is cooked 💀