mysillyvanilly

[mysillyvanilly]

I made a pure vanilla paper craft and im freaking out aaaaa eehehehehehe hes so cute omg im losing it

[mysillyvanilly]

hey so this is on ao3 now. The title is Nothing could have been done (is that right?) and my user is Grape_Gremlin

you said you wanted the oneshot so here it is pls keep in mind that I wrote this in fifteen minutes and did not edit it. I am also jet lagged and sleep deprived. It’s very short. This will probably never go to AO3 unless someone wants it there which is highly unlikely

For someone so used to spinning delicate webs of deceit he was easily tricked. He wanted to pace and snarl and snap at the benevolent cookie before him. Now weakened an embarrassing amount he waited for Pure Vanilla’s response, it would be the same as it was last time if he knew the foolish old man. Another ridiculous speech about what he could do for cookie kind if he simply tried to be better, about friendship.

“I’m sorry,” that’s what the saviour of cookie kind said instead. Everything about his tone was remorseful. Nilly was certainly getting good at lying.

“What for?” He allows a borderline manic giggle to escape him. He doesn’t care about the way Pure Vanilla’s face twists into a grimace. It doesn’t send an uncomfortable sensation through his jam. “Sorry for stealing my job as the liar and clown of this tale? Or perhaps for being unable to change my mind?” He tries to taunt, he really does. It doesn’t come out right.

Pure Vanilla sighs heavily, his gaze is disgustingly soft. “I’m sorry that we have no choice but to return you and the other Beasts to the Great Silver Tree.”

His eyes widen for just a moment before he gets a grip on his reaction. Right. There’s no need to be surprised. Pure Vanilla had learned from his time as Truthless Recluse, his offer of friendship was a lie. A kind one, and now he was powerless to escape the bitter truth. 

The rest of it passed in a blur. His friends, also weak, also helpless against the thieves who had earned the right to their destinies. Jam pooled in the hole where Burning Spice’s soul jam should have been. No one payed it any mind. Eternal Sugar was already attempting to sleep, not that it was very successful with all the commotion. Mystic Flour watched quietly, not yet meditating to block out the world. She would be soon. Silent Salt watched the ancients, only waiting. 

He simply stared ahead, refusing to meet the sad, two toned gaze above him. He almost found himself regretting the defiance when that gaze turned away.

Suddenly the threat became real. Time slowed. Sound faded. Vision blurred.

The ancients worked together, using the full power of the soul jams.

He was back, trapped by silver chains, choking on the smell of rotting wood.

The tree wasn’t so great from the inside.

The shining light of truth, a liar.

His eyes stare back at him mockingly from the darkness. They ask, what did you think you happen to a monster like you? One who killed a creature so innocent as the Fount of Knowledge. He only glares in return.

He was a failed test. They would do what the Beasts never could.

Slumped against the wall of his cage he allows the dark side of the moon to consume him. There is something soothing about the dark, blank void.

[mysillyvanilly]

new kinsider god dammit I hate my life

I’m just a freak :<

[mysillyvanilly]

Dude do the tarot cards for Mimi na

they’re mostly done, I just have to finish colours

(also this ask wasn’t in the nicest tone? I’m sorry if you didn’t mean it that way but it definitely came off as odd to me)

[mysillyvanilly]

ha. Pure Vanilla side. (I would do literally anything for him)

July 12.

Pick your sides and get ready for the longest battle you’ll meet. Shadow milk fans vs pure vanilla fans we shall show no mercy. The only way the war will stop is into one side has defeated the other.

(I’m smilk side bc he already lives in my head rent free)

[mysillyvanilly]

just a helpless maiden~

animation demons took over again oop

progress under cut!

[mysillyvanilly]

damn okay

I’ll get on that

maybe I’ll just do it in that order?

idk

I am working on a virdescent illustration but it’s been a hot second since I did one of those so yeah

also I might do oc animatic or comics (my baby my shayla I can’t wait for you to meet my girl my freakazoid my favourite little man she’s so cool and I love him very much)

I’m thinking about what to throw here

[mysillyvanilly]

NOooooooooo they found me!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[mysillyvanilly]

TW for both male and female non sexual nudity

I’m practice anatomy rn :>

[mysillyvanilly]

Who are you and why did I get three of your untagged posts on my fyp in a row??? Like to be knowledge we have never spoken 😨😨

The sad thing is that this has happened to three or more people now and I’m alex 😎

[mysillyvanilly]

I have twenty two that I wear daily

[mysillyvanilly]

They didn’t have my haircut so I just put the hair cut I wanna get next sigh. I have a hoodie just like that tho…

@mydreamchaos @avipop @livelonglaughlong

No pressure

picrew chain time!! make yourself a cheeky little icon using this picrew, reblog & tag ur pals!! to start us off: @lightyaoigami @lightyakami @deelavis @dreamfilleddonuts @catboymettaton @vorareromantic @queer-omens-in-the-archives

[mysillyvanilly]

you said you wanted the oneshot so here it is pls keep in mind that I wrote this in fifteen minutes and did not edit it. I am also jet lagged and sleep deprived. It’s very short. This will probably never go to AO3 unless someone wants it there which is highly unlikely

For someone so used to spinning delicate webs of deceit he was easily tricked. He wanted to pace and snarl and snap at the benevolent cookie before him. Now weakened an embarrassing amount he waited for Pure Vanilla’s response, it would be the same as it was last time if he knew the foolish old man. Another ridiculous speech about what he could do for cookie kind if he simply tried to be better, about friendship.

“I’m sorry,” that’s what the saviour of cookie kind said instead. Everything about his tone was remorseful. Nilly was certainly getting good at lying.

“What for?” He allows a borderline manic giggle to escape him. He doesn’t care about the way Pure Vanilla’s face twists into a grimace. It doesn’t send an uncomfortable sensation through his jam. “Sorry for stealing my job as the liar and clown of this tale? Or perhaps for being unable to change my mind?” He tries to taunt, he really does. It doesn’t come out right.

Pure Vanilla sighs heavily, his gaze is disgustingly soft. “I’m sorry that we have no choice but to return you and the other Beasts to the Great Silver Tree.”

His eyes widen for just a moment before he gets a grip on his reaction. Right. There’s no need to be surprised. Pure Vanilla had learned from his time as Truthless Recluse, his offer of friendship was a lie. A kind one, and now he was powerless to escape the bitter truth. 

The rest of it passed in a blur. His friends, also weak, also helpless against the thieves who had earned the right to their destinies. Jam pooled in the hole where Burning Spice’s soul jam should have been. No one payed it any mind. Eternal Sugar was already attempting to sleep, not that it was very successful with all the commotion. Mystic Flour watched quietly, not yet meditating to block out the world. She would be soon. Silent Salt watched the ancients, only waiting. 

He simply stared ahead, refusing to meet the sad, two toned gaze above him. He almost found himself regretting the defiance when that gaze turned away.

Suddenly the threat became real. Time slowed. Sound faded. Vision blurred.

The ancients worked together, using the full power of the soul jams.

He was back, trapped by silver chains, choking on the smell of rotting wood.

The tree wasn’t so great from the inside.

The shining light of truth, a liar.

His eyes stare back at him mockingly from the darkness. They ask, what did you think you happen to a monster like you? One who killed a creature so innocent as the Fount of Knowledge. He only glares in return.

He was a failed test. They would do what the Beasts never could.

Slumped against the wall of his cage he allows the dark side of the moon to consume him. There is something soothing about the dark, blank void.

[mysillyvanilly]

I’m thinking about what to throw here

[mysillyvanilly]

One of the funniest things about enemies-to-lovers ships is how they’re almost always obsessed with each other. Like if a character actively chooses to interact with another character over and over again instead of simply ignoring them? Throw darts at it all you want, but you still printed out a picture of them to hang on your wall

[mysillyvanilly]

Ohhhhhhh hahfksoisoqjshjakabehsoaos

hehehheheheh

my pretty man hehheheh

I haven’t talked about him here yet….

So im just gonna say it I’m completely normal about Chuuya and you should be too

[mysillyvanilly]

JAMMA JAMMA JAMMA AAAA NEW JAMMA FIC ITS SO GOOD I ALREADY READ IT ITS SO PEAK READ IT RIGHT NOW ITS IN THE SAME THING AS JAMBOUND AND DOLLFACED ITS CALLED BLUEBELL