People keep coming here and giving me amazing art based on the stuff I write 😫😫😫 this is awesome, you draw so well, I love the joke, it's all so great 😫😫😫 thank you so much for this, I've done nothing to deserve it 😫😫😫 I'm smiling so wide right now, you have no idea haha
Please allow me to repay you in the form of a BurningCheese version of this scene:
BS: You're pregnant
GC: What? What are you on about?! No, I'm not!
BS: You will be by the end of tonight 😈😘
GC: *punches him in the face*
I'd draw it if I had any of your talent/skill :( maybe I'll try anyway, it's not fair that people draw me things and I never do the same for anyone... Regardless, you made my day with this, thank you sincerely!!!
cw: yandere, unhealthy relationships, dark content, (except silent salt's part. just angst there)
Burning Spice Cookie
45. "For the you that I hunger for, I'll be waiting, so impatiently."
Years.
Centuries.
A millennium.
Endless time could pass in the cycle that refused to stop. With or without him present, everything rose, thrived, declined, and fell. Nothing would change. Within the prison, he knew this.
Yet, something remained on his mind.
Not regaining his power, not driving his axe of destruction down civilizations. No, nothing so simple.
The beating of his heart, the fire that coursed through his veins. His awakening only drew out one goal; he desired but one thing— His precious prize.
Considered a god, only a most acclaimed devotee to be at his side; only them to be his spouse, to be praised as an equal. Whatever drew them from his lands mattered not as he would drag them back even should they kick and scream. His arms would embrace them and claim his lost love. There was nothing more that the Beast loved than a good hunt. You would be the best prey to chase.
The Spice Tribes would do anything to earn his favour. Surely, it would be little time before they were laid out before him, precious and ready to be reclaimed. He would hold them once more in his lap and lay claim to the flesh with his teeth, drinking down their essence with a smile. He would never let them go again, reminding them of their place at his side. His Soul Jam shined with power.
For the one he hungered for, he would wait so impatiently.
Shadow Milk Cookie
99. “I’ll crawl out, and drag you down with me. It’s only fair.”
His heart had been torn to pieces before his very eyes.
Vividly, the memory lashed at his mind; of limbs and viscera— of the one who was made for him tore apart by a mob claiming him a liar. They stood opposed, desperately defending him, their beloved Fount. And all he could do was watch, frozen in shock and terror. Should he turn back the clock, he would bring down his strings and tear those in the mob, just as they had his heart.
The memory haunted him across his time in that wretched prison, lost to his regrets. Sleepless dreams bringing his precious marionette to share the stage alongside him, realities he knew were nothing more than a delusion. When he was finally freed and returned to a living, breathing form, he found himself scripting a show for a certain little thief. The cast appeared and entered his domain, yet one member caught his attention.
Familiar, just so familiar. They carried themself so confidently through the twisting, labyrinthine halls when they assumed no one was watching. Their reactions, one of horror and disgust. Shadow Milk led them astray, trapping them in a familiar room of the Spire. It was preserved as it had been centuries ago.
With a pause and wide-eyes from them, he was certain.
Years wasted mourning—!
Appearing before them, he stared into their eyes. The humble jester was gone— something of a deity betrayed instead in his place. To be fooled so thoroughly; no doubt aided by his strong feelings. You… You had taken advantage of him to flee when he needed you most. The door vanished from behind you. Such a trick… Were you proud of yourself? He scoffed. Approaching, he leaned his face to be mere centimetres from your own.
“Did you have fun?” He asked, “Did you think I wouldn't crawl out? That I wouldn't drag you down with me?” Your fearful expression hardly moved him. He suffered for so long when you could have been with him. To think you would join up with that fool, too— “It's only fair,” he caught your chin, “You left me here.”
There would be no fleeing him this time.
Silent Salt Cookie
66. “You give me cause for love that I can't hide. For you, I know I'd even try to turn the tide.”
His freedom left him with a burden he had failed to consider thoroughly.
The Witches gifted the Virtues one to compliment them; one loyal and unwavering in devotion. He had treasured his own— His beloved. It was the one thing that made his resolve waver in the least. His rage drove him to seal those who fell to corruption and caused, even his own. Yet, those watering eyes, a silent plea bitten back. He knew seeing them again would once cause his rage to falter.
There was no doubt he would see them again. To Elder Faerie, he left them to be protected and given a home. The freeing of the Beasts would not evade their knowledge. Within the depths of the catacombs, he stood wordless. A single set of footsteps approached from behind him. The knight knew. There was no need to turn to face them. He would not acknowledge them. They should have never returned to these accursed lands.
He failed to account for arms wrapped around his waist. A face burying itself into the back of his armour. Your voice calling him by a forgotten title. He struggled; he wavered. You… His heart; his everything. To seal those Beasts was to give you a future; potential happiness. His gauntlet came to rest atop your linked hands.
“You give me cause for love that I cannot hide,” he mumbled. You drove him to a madness he could not understand. If you had been among those killed, he would have let this world rot. He turned himself in your hold to clutch your body to him. Soft sobs made his hardened heartache. All this time… All this time, he let him mind imagine your happiness. A smile on your lips, enjoying life among those of the Silver Kingdom. Tea with the Faerie king, enjoying the beauty ever-present. That was why he had to act even now, no matter how much it hurt you. Silent Salt needed to assure your happiness and safety over anything else in this world.
“For you, I would even try to turn the tide,” he promised, “… Because you are mine, I walk the line.”
For this moment, however, he would allow your embrace and present as a passing comfort.
Mystic Flour Cookie
54. "Come here, into my arms. “The darkness over there is bitter.””
For her temperance to be tested was quite rare. Nothing but such an extreme could drive her from the comfort of apathy and nearing enlightenment. Yet, this was one. Almost certainly, it was one.
She had lost much due to the greed of others, but the worst had been her precious partner. They stood steadfast to defend her from an encroaching mob driven to madness by their own desires. There was no healing she could provide, instantaneous was her loss. Gone was the last being she could believe in. She clutched their cold form to her own, staining her white robes with their essence. Tears poured from her eyes.
A great loss.
All the more reason to let go.
But, to see them again; to see them trapped within a cycle which had no end. Cloud Haetae's mention that the warrior who had the other half of her Soul Jam had them at his side. She was in doubt, yet there they stood. Her eyes opened, a breath hitching in her throat. The clothing of that kingdom— you were certainly among them. You did not know her, having been reborn. So near, yet so far. Mystic Flour brought you away from the savage warriors and deep into her temple.
Your head rested upon her lap as she gently stroked your hair. To forget the past, the pain of living in a cycle of suffering. She would free you— at her side. The main issue remained that king. You kept begging for him and his people to be spared. Such desperation…
“Remain here,” she spoke softly, lulling you into a peaceful rest. To see you again, laid out and not breathing, especially for one such as that resolute fool… It would be the last thing she would allow. You were to ascend and find eternal peace. “Their darkness is far too bitter… Rest. Forget.” Your eyes slowly closed, the incense and quiet calming your racing mind.
Yes it's from ovenbreak, I'm specifically talking about like Ananas dragon's throne room, Longan dragon's Palace since I can't find decent photos of these places
Six years ago, the Dragon Chronicles began with Milk Cookie and Purple Yam Cookie setting off on a quest to find Dark Choco Cookie! Little did they know they were taking their first steps toward saving Earthbread from the Ivory Dragon.🥛🍠
Now, the journey comes to an end as the threat of the Longan Dragon fades, thanks to the bravery of our Cookie friends! 🍪
Thank you for joining us on this epic adventure. 🐉
It's time to turn the page and begin the next chapter! ✨
HELLOOO, So, I was browsing TikTok when I found this treasure! https://c0rew.itch.io/souldate is a visual novel where we can choose to get closer and date to Shadow Milk or Pure Vanilla, or even both I think hehe! It's still in development but it's very good and very well done. I don't know if you like visual novels but I wanted to share it with you :3 (especially because I also love that silly clown and I want to consume as much content about him as possible.) 🩷
Yeah, I have stumbled upon it a while ago too.
I like visual novels, heck, I even want to make my own sometimes.
It really looks great and, at first, I wanted to try it but it has Sh@dowv@nilla content so... sorry, it's not for me.
If anyone is interested I encourage you to try it, just a heads up, it's in spanish only for now.
