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Can youy tell i had no idea what i was doing with Fire Spirit's design

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Personal design of shadow milk cookie

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i dont think i ever showed my personal design of abyss in here, did i?

i keep forgetting to post in here frowns

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I FORGOT TO POST THIS

Yesterday was kiss day, but i can't do anything rn since im busy with school

But i did doodle a lil bit of abyssfire/firemonarch to celebrate

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Today is my birthday

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I also made one for my friend with a mozzarella cookie design they gave me...

Personal Black Forest Design

As well as a Pngtuber, Speaking and non speaking modes...

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Personal Black Forest Design

As well as a Pngtuber, Speaking and non speaking modes...

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"Good people don't end up here"

I got inspired by my fav abyss creator for their outfit

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Og character by: @_Lopr_ on Twitter

I 🤍 them

Sesame Tangyuan Cookie

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Shading test

Added a filter and it lowkey looks better

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ermmm

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im not too happy with the results, but i drew these abyss monarchs (+ lobster) a few days ago and figured id post it here since im too busy with other stuff

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can you make like very light pink coquette banners??

hiii ~ of course i can!!

divider creator - requests open - like & reblog if you use!

જ⁀➴ credit me please & follow for more dividers!

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Glass painting

Abyss monarch fan made backstory, inspired by the song: The King Beetle on a Coconut Estate, You can also find this fic on A03

Short summery:

Octopus Cookie was raised in isolation, groomed from birth to replace the old regent of Sugarteara. Deprived of love and childhood, they were molded by doctrine, forced into a role they never chose. At sixteen, they were crowned, but ruling felt suffocating, their life dictated by fear and duty When the sacred Sea Fairy Tear darkened, a scholar sought to restore it but returned broken and defeated. Desperate, Octopus Cookie uncovered an old prophecy and attempted to solve its mystery, only to be forever changed. The revelation that they were deceived shattered their faith, but they continued to play their part, trapped in a cycle of obedience and suffering In the end, after years of struggle, they succumbed to fate. Broken and resigned, they abandoned themselves to destruction, and the kingdom declared them lost, transformed into a monster

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They were isolated from the moment they hatched, their first breath taken in the cold silence of a temple, far removed from the rest of the world. Their cries were swallowed by marble halls and echoed only by the empty chambers that surrounded them. There was no mother, no father, no warmth. only the shrouded figures of nuns whispering prayers over their crib, murmuring of destiny and duty before they were old enough to form memories

They were not raised. They were cultivated. A fragile, living thing, nurtured with purpose but never with love. They were not allowed to play, to laugh, to dream beyond the rigid boundaries of their role. They were born to take the old regent’s place. The regent was old. The council did not trust the other bishops, feared what power they might seize. So they waited. Deceived the nation. Said the regent was ill, that they needed time. The child would be ready soon. They just had to wait

And so Octopus Cookie grew, within the cold embrace of doctrine. They were different. They had always known they were different. The nuns told them it was a blessing, that they were special, powerful, chosen. Octopus Cookie had wanted to believe them, had let themselves be cradled by the illusion. They liked the praise. They liked the way it filled the emptiness in their chest, even if it never truly lasted. But still, they yearned for something else. They wanted to be normal. They wanted to run, to stumble, to scrape their knees, to taste rain. But childhood was a concept that never truly belonged to them. It existed only in the stories they read, the ones they were forbidden from dwelling on for too long

As the years passed, their yearning hardened into resignation. The cage did not break; they simply learned to make peace with its bars. And when they turned sixteen, the council declared them ready. They were crowned as the High Regent of Sugarteara. It did not feel like an honor. It felt like suffocation. Public speeches, ceremonies, expectations- they were terrified of it all. Isolation had left them brittle, unable to hold their own gaze in the reflection of the crown they now wore

But life, in its own twisted way, was easy. The world bent to their will. Any jewel, any book, any indulgence could be theirs with a whispered prayer before the stained-glass image of the grieving Fairy. They had long since stopped believing in miracles. The Fairy never spoke to them. But sometimes, if they listened closely, they swore they could hear a soft, distant sobbing. The Sea Fairy, reaching longingly for the moon. For something lost

Then, the sacred Sea Fairy Tear darkened. The most precious artifact of the ocean, the very heart of their faith, was fading. The council advised a public appeal, and so they did. Their voice wavered as they stood atop a towering Rhododendron stem and called:

"Calling all volunteers! Who can carry back here, who can get the Great Pearl to be lit once again?"

A single fish emerged from the crowd, cloaked in a fashionable abdomen shroud. "I’m a professor, you see. That’s no mystery to me... I’ll be back soon, successful and proud."

But when the Fish Professor returned, he was crawling, his fins scorched, his eyes hollow. His words held no light, no hope. And for the first time, Octopus Cookie felt the true weight of fear. The kind that seeps into bones, that poisons the mind. Was this the end? Had everything, their sacrifice, their suffering, been for nothing? No. No, there had to be another way. They buried themselves in books, in scriptures, in prayers that had long since lost their meaning

They found something. A poem, written by the old regent, a message wrapped in riddles:

"As the Moon rose and the hour of glee The day held on a Coconut estate It was bright as the sun, but with ten times the heat! It cracked like the thunder and bloodshot my eyes Though smothered with sticks, it advanced undeterred As it carelessly cast an ash cloud to the sky, My Lord, like a flock of dark, vanishing birds."

They did not understand. But they knew they had to follow

They waited for the moon to rise. They snuck into the sacred chamber at the hour of glee. The pearl was black. Their heart clenched. They reached out, desperate, needing to feel its surface, to assure themselves that it was real, that it was still there. The moment their gloved fingers made contact, the prophecy unraveled before them. A crack. A blinding flash. A heat so unbearable it burned through their very soul. Their screams echoed through the temple. No one came. No one would

The next day, they stood before the council. Their right eye, once blue, was now a sickly, unnatural green. The king’s fury was swift.

"Why, your flowery description is no better than his! We sent for the Great Light, and you bring us this?!"

"I didn’t ask what it seems like, I asked what it is!" they shot back, but something within them twisted. A realization took root, cold and sharp. The king knew. They had always known.

Hatred coiled in their stomach, but they swallowed it down. They turned away, back to the stained-glass Fairy, back to the silent witness of their suffering. Kneeling, they stared up, and for the first time, it spoke:

"You’ve been somewhat deceived... they called me your mother, but your true mom’s not me. No, I laid next to your mom when your forms were conceived."

Something snapped.

Perhaps they had always known they were disposable. Perhaps they had always been meant to fail. But if they could not be saved, then neither could the goddess they had spent their life serving

For years, they played their part. They smiled, they ruled, they prayed. Until, at last, the fire reached them too. They returned, singed and broken, collapsing before the king

"I had no choice. Please believe. But retreat... it was bright as the sun, but with ten times the heat!" Their voice trembled. Their hands shook. They sobbed, but the tears did not bring relief

The king’s displeasure was absolute

And so, they gave up. Their mind quieted. The wrongness slipped away. They had fought for so long, clung to sanity, to self, to purpose. But it was easier- so much easier. to let go.

Without looking back, without a final word, the regent fell headlong into the blazing unknown. And as the Smoked City curled higher and higher, the troops, circling in spirals around the telephone wire, cried out:

"Our Beloved is not dead! But the regent instead, has been utterly changed into a monster!"

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当然了，我亲眼见过你在 Discord 上对一个儿童节目里的破乐高的态度

I may have autism