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Hello Pavlova Cookie fans. I hope you are all having a wonderful and beautiful day 💗💗💗
It is day 4 of playing the HIT game Pavlova Run Kingdom. What a joyous occasion! My Pavlova Cookie status is under the cut for those of you interested!
I am back yet again with another drawing. This time it's another one of my favorite cookie run characters: Cream Unicorn Cookie!
This version is actually a costume that was released a while back in CRK called Memories in the Night Sky. The costume is just so pretty! I love the way cool tones look on him 💗💗💗
I still haven't gotten the costume yet but mark my words, it will be mine someday...
These aren't full pieces (and also they aren't all of my faves 😋), but i really wanted to try drawing all of them. Working out their clothes was a bit difficult since the cookie run style is kind of abstract at time lol
My favorite from this batch is definitely Prune Juice Cookie. Something about his face is making me nostalgic for some reason...
I haven't posted in a while, but I'm working on this twst oc fic (working is a very loose term because it's all in my head and I'm struggling to write anything down), so I thought I'd post an little snippet of it here.
For context, my OC is named Eve Stirling. He reincarnated from a fantasy world that had it's own magic. Backstory wise, he was an orphan on the streets who was picked up by a noble and trained to be a bodyguard/ personal attendant. The noble turned out to be the 'villain' of the story (not that anybody knows that), but Eve was extremely devoted to him, called him Master, blah blah blah. Long story short, the 'villain' got defeated and killed by the worlds hero, and despite Eve's best efforts, the hero's part did not kill him out of misguided assumptions of innocence. Ultimately, Eve died after avenging his master, and reincarnated into TWST, where he becomes a painter (only so that he can make portraits of his Master), and is desperately trying to find a way to bring his Master back to life in this world, or travel back to his original world to revive him there. He get's placed into Pomefiore during the sorting (not rlly important here but it felt right that you know)
The snippet takes place during the Scarabia chapter. Eve is commissioned by Kalim to make him a painting that captures Scrabia's essence (kalim's words, not mine lmfao).
Lotta backstory, but I feel like it's necessary lol. The snippet is under the cut!
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“Can I help you, Mr. Viper?” he asks without turning around.
“Ah, yes.” Viper coughs lightly, “My apologies, but I have a request.”
Eve finishes the stroke and gently wipes his paintbrush before setting it down. Truly, what Viper thinks important enough to interrupt him after being specifically asked not to, he doesn’t know.
“What is it?” he turns around and startles at how close Viper is standing. He didn’t even hear him approach.
What on earth…?
“There’s something in your eye. Let me get it out for you.” Viper reaches up and gently brings Eve’s face down level with his own. Their eyes lock.
The world turns black.
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“The one you see reflected in your eyes is your master. Answer me when I ask. Bow when I command. Snake Whisper.”
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Stirling falls, which is an unusual reaction in and of itself.
Jamil glances down at the prone form on the ground and crouches to check his pulse. He’s not dead… surely… it would be quite the hassle if Stirling did die right now, considering numerous people are interested in his well being.
No, the pulse is still strong. Not dead, thankfully. But still unconscious.
“Of all the troublesome reactions…” Jamil mutters as he drags the other man onto the bed. “You just had to faint, didn’t you? What kind of weak…”
Jamil cuts himself off as Stirling begins to shift. He prepares to knock the other man out at any sign of trouble. He can’t afford to have any unknown variables appear at this stage of his plan.
Stirling groans and sits up, clutching at his head.
Abnormal reaction. The spell didn’t work.
Why, exactly, the spell didn’t work is a mystery for another time, when Jamil’s entire life goal is not about to be shattered into pieces. He moves to grab his magic pen, only to freeze when Stirling snaps his head over. He stares at Jamil. Jamil stares back. Stirling’s face begins to flush, and the look in his eyes as he gazes at Jamil…
It’s almost reverent. A gaze of love, devotion, loyalty, relief; everything the Asim family has ever expected of Jamil, packed hypnotically in eyes so deep, Jamil almost drowns in them.
He feels like a god under that gaze.
Stirling opens his mouth, face flushing. His voice comes out wispy and faint, barley making a noise. The words seem to come out almost involuntarily, the way they push so lightly past his lips, hanging in the air with all the weight of the world.
“... Master…?”
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Eve wakes up dazed, head pounding, staring up at the ceiling of his temporary room in Scarabia. He sits up, groaning and clutches his head as his headache intensifies. He feels the same as he did back when he trained against Master, body battered and aching.
He grips his head tighter, and then freezes as the presence next to him makes itself known.
That aura…
Eve whips his head around, disbelieving and nearly breaks down.
A man sits next to him, glorious as the day Eve saw him last. Black hair perfectly straight, falling like silk strands around a strong form; skin pale and scarred from battle, stretched perfectly across sharp features; eyes red like the rubies inlaid upon his crown. A man sits next to him, staring down at him with amusement.
Eve could cry.
My God, My World, My Everything..!
My-
The image flashes briefly, pale skin turning tan, sharp features turning sly, before it settles back into place. Eve’s eyes white out in pain.
What if the person who named the spine actually named it “S line” but the put a little loop on top of their L so the next person read it as sPine and then wrote it as spine
i read a shanks x buggy fic for the first time 3 days ago and now its all i can think about. i wake up thinking about them and i cant sleep until they've had another happily ever after. how do i turn this function if my brain off
bro everytime i see a video im just like 'but what if this was shanks and buggy?' and now i have like 5 different animatic ideas and more comic ideas i cant keep up :(
For the last 3 days Ive been designing a completely OC pirate crew for One Piece. Not because I suddenly wanted to. Not because somebody asked me to. Only because I really want to draw myself as Whitebeard but I cant claim any of the actual One Piece characters as my kids since they all have their own crews already and I dont wanna take that away from them. OC pirate crew is my only option here.
i read a shanks x buggy fic for the first time 3 days ago and now its all i can think about. i wake up thinking about them and i cant sleep until they've had another happily ever after. how do i turn this function if my brain off