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𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
╭┈ ♡ Eric Russell
Old But Gold ✦ Introduction
Reference Image ✦ Self Explanatory
Those We Love ✦ Art ft. Anthony
Memories ✦ Lore Comic ft. Malak
Night Worth Remembering ✦ Lore ft. Valencia
Kiss Under The Moonlight ✦ Art ft. Valencia
╭┈ ♡ Valencia
Feathered Divinity ✦ Portal Lore
Reference Image ✦ Self Explanatory
Night Worth Remembering ✦ Lore ft. Eric
Kiss Under The Moonlight ✦ Art ft. Eric
A Temptress' Feathers ✦ Art
╭┈ ♡ Elyune
The Weeping Nurse ✦ Introduction
You Are Poison ✦ Art
╭┈ ♡ Kostas
The Executioner ✦ Introduction
A Performance Of Splendor ✦ Art
𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄
𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐋𝐂
╭┈ ♡ Camila Art Edits
Rin Winterway
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╭┈ ♡ Rewrites
Rin Winterway
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𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐒
╭┈ ♡ Chara
SAVE
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╭┈ ♡ Bête Noire
That Hurt A Little
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒
╭┈ ♡ Artwork
Beach Episode (Comic)
To Each Their Own (Comic)
This time on Magma alongside some friends! :D We really should have a Magma session in this fandom at some point, I think that'd be fun! I also need to draw him in his suit 🙏
Also, hello from Greece! :D As a Greek person, I've loved all the modern interpretations of Greek Mythology that gives these Gods and Goddesses some actual nuance. It's a breath of fresh air, because I used to avoid Greek Mythology like the plague, and now I'm more into it than I have ever been.
I find it very funny how Darkiplier gained a reputation for being chill asf on the sidelines around the EXACT SAME TIME that Anti decided to lock the fuck in
They really switched places
I'm genuinely sorry if I posted this before, I have incredibly bad memory, this is actually a very old artwork
* HOW FAR ARE YOU WILLING TO GO TO UNDO YOUR MISTAKES? YOU TRY TO PLAY HERO, BUT THE BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS SAYS OTHERWISE...
Idk man, seems pretty hypocritical of Irral to pretend to suddenly care about the humans he infected with HATE, when his hatred towards them for what they did to Abbil is what caused HATE to exist in the first place... Dude thinks he's the protagonist while he's the antagonist actually
Haven't posted in ages and the first thing I upload is an elaborate shitpost in two fandoms I have NEVER interacted with before about crackshipping two downright awful people
Hello, hello! Please disregard the previous post in the #GLITCHTALE tag, it was made without proper context. The RE_GLITCHTALE Server is not full of "Pro-Russians". Here is the full context, alongside my personal thoughts.
Said post in question
— CONTEXT: A Russian user made a light-hearted joke about Russians "conquering" the Server, because there were many present.
The joke was not meant to have any relations to real life events in any capacity, and was blown completely out of proportion.
Screenshots and points below the cut ↓
Pronouns will be color-coded to lessen confusion.
Alongside making many other racist remarks, these users make it perfectly clear that the joke itself was not the issue- It was the fact that a Russian made it.
— POINT 1: The majority of the users took absolutely no offense to the joke. These people demanded it was insensitive and made it about politics when it had nothing to do with it.
The server is public, it cannot cater to everyone.
— POINT 2: These people cannot comprehend that everyone is actively suffering thanks to this political war, not just them.
My friends live in Russia. They have their supplies actively cut and their human rights taken away as a result of this war. They suffer just as much as those their government invades, and the entire world is treating them as if they are their government.
— POINT 3: Their response to this moderator is very hypocritical, because the Moderator is American. They are acting as if they're not actively getting their rights taken away, as if everything is perfectly normal where they live.
The people of Russia do not reflect the values of their tyrannical government, just like those in the United States.
It's an incredibly weird mindset to have- "My country has more problems than yours, so you don't get to speak about politics or what's right and wrong".
— POINT 4: It's just genuinely projecting. They twisted the Russian user's into something political when it was never meant to be taken that way- And then they began stirring up drama because their feelings were hurt, not caring that they were being downright racist.
"My country is getting invaded and destroyed, it's that deep" Until you're hit with the reality that the people who live in the country that's actively invading yours are also people, not representatives of their government, and are also suffering thanks to this war. Then it's "Are y'all Russian stans or something".
It's basically a rite of passage that I draw a blorbo sad at LEAST once, so here's Burning Spice Cookie angst
Who would've thought being the literal embodiment of change and being eternal would mentally tear you to shreds, strange how that happens
I like to imagine that usually, his tears are so "spicy" they evaporate before they can even escape his eyes. But sometimes there's just too many and the burden is too great, so some manage to go as far as to roll down his cheek
Waitwait can u pls do a pt 2 of the good actor fic???i loved it sm
HDHSJS
I AM GLAD YOU GUYS LIKED IT SO MUCH TO THE POINT OF REQUESTING A PART 2, BUT UNFORTUNATELY IT WAS MEANT TO BE A ONE N DONE THING
maybe like,,, in the distant future when I get the motivation for it, right now all I have are loose concepts for a potential part 2 (which would basically just be him losing his fucking marbles, all last 3 of them)
You're a cookie that's been sent on a mission to the Spire Of Deceit, with the intent to get close to Shadow Milk Cookie and break his heart. The plan is to leave him confused and vulnerable, so your side can have even the slightest advantage when facing him during the upcoming war against the Beasts.
Surprisingly, you've done your job of playing pretend rather well (Your acting skills may or may not have improved thanks to him, ironically), and eventually, on one particular day, when push comes to shove...
You complete your task.
Potential Warnings: Shadow Milk Cookie is kinda genuinely obsessed with you in this, but it's pretty tame compared to some of the other stuff out there.
Shadow Milk Cookie's always loved to have all eyes on him. He's a performer, that's what he does, and he's very good at it! And he knows that, too.
So when you caught his attention, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary for him. Just like everyone else that had come across his path, you didn't mean anything to him at first.
...
Keyword "at first".
But then he saw something within you.
Something you've wanted to keep hidden, and was planning to take to the grave when you inevitably crumbled.
Something darker, something sinister.
A feeling of desire, of longing for something more, to be something more. Something more than this.
So he recruited you! Duh.
...And then paid attention to you.
And then you became closer.
And then you became inseparable.
You knew how he felt- At least, you've started to suspect it. But he was never open about it, of course he wasn't.
So, on a particular day, when you finally felt the time was right... You practically cornered him for answers.
...
"Be honest for once in your life," You know you're asking for a lot.
"Am I being like Candy Apple Cookie to you?"
He lets out a laugh.
"Come on now. All this time together and you still don't trust me?"
You tilted your head, smiling as you raised a brow.
"You're not just an ordinary cookie to me, you know!" He flew over to you, making eye contact as he turned himself upside down in the air.
"Oh? How come?"
...And he suddenly cringes, backing off.
He knows what you're trying to pull. You're trying to get him to say what he likes about you.
"..."
No. Not this time. You're so close to completing your mission, you just needed that one final push.
You grab him by his ruffle collar, yanking him close again.
And for once, he's... Frozen, looking at you with a confused smile? What's, uh, what's happening...?
"How do you really feel about me, Shadow Milk Cookie?"
Ah.
He remains flabbergasted for a few more seconds, before his expression shifts to anger.
"Let go of me." He demanded.
"Answer me." You shot back.
Why isn't it WORKING. Why aren't you letting go. Even with the most serious, anger-filled expression he can muster, it does nothing to you.
You're like Pure Vanilla Cookie sometimes. He tries EVERY trick in the book on you, and yet, nothing quite WORKS. Maybe it does for a while, but you're always adapting.
It's a reaction once, then a small one, and then none at all.
That's another one of the many reasons he feels like he can't get enough of you.
He'd never admit it, of course, but perhaps a part of him was obsessed- He always had his eyes on you.
You gave him a challenge.
He wanted to terrify you, to make you laugh, to make you frown.
He hated you, he loved you.
Whereas everyone else praised or feared his influence, his power- You made him feel... Small. UGH.
You made him feel like nothing, but also everything.
After a while of you just staring at each other's eyes, he's forced to teleport to get out of your grasp.
"You really want to know?"
You gave him a singular nod.
God, you're driving him INSANE.
"FINE."
He rolls his eyes.
Suddenly, the two of you are on the top of the spire. He's leaning his back against one of the pillars, his hair dangling off the edge as he has his arms crossed.
His face? Unamused.
...
But then he hovers up to you, quicker than you can comprehend. He's flying above you as he's in a lying position, barely enough to look down on you.
You're looking at him, but not quite.
Your eyes are looking up at him, but your head remained low.
He sucked in the air through his teeth, his lying position turning to him standing, still hovering above the ground.
Still looking down at you.
He turns around for a moment, mumbling under his breath in frustration before turning back to face you.
He reaches out and gently places a hand on your cheek, causing you to raise a brow again.
His expression- It's a mix of a lot of things.
Reluctance, disgust, maybe even the tiniest hint of nervousness.
Time feels like it has stopped.
Moreso than usual.
He knows he's going to regret this... But what's life without a little bit of risk, right?!
He leans in, raising your chin up, then finally closes the gap between you.
...
It only lasts for a second.
And then he pulls away, cowardly backing off again.
You're silent. WHY ARE YOU SILENT.
He's looking at you.
He's waiting for a reply.
An action.
Something, please give him SOMETHING.
Say something, do something, ANYTHING.
PLEASE.
...
But you only keep looking at him.
Looking at him with that same blank stare.
And he...
...
He sinks into himself.
Oh.
Ow.
He practically deflates like a balloon, slowly moving downwards until his feet hit the ground.
Ow ow ow.
Ow, he doesn't like this.
Ouchy.
This is not a good type of pain.
He knew this pain- The pain of bitter truth. The pain he founded this entire new world in order to avoid.
Is this what it feels like to get your heart broken? To get rejected?
He's never gotten rejected before.
Well, that's debatable...
But never like this.
Never under these circumstances. He knew that if he said the right things and acted the right way, he could get what he wanted from anyone else.
But he doesn't want "anyone else", he wants YOU.
Was he so stupid for trying to use honesty for once? You ASKED.
What does he say now? That you'll regret this? It's never worked. And he doesn't want you to hate him, so.
Ugh, why does he even CARE.
WHY does he bother.
...
You rolled his eyes at his state.
God, he looks like a sad wet cat. This idiot...
...
But you had to do what you had to do.
You take a step forward, and for once, he doesn't notice. Seems like he's too caught up in his wittle feelies to quite look at you.
You take another step.
And then another.
And another.
Until you're in front of him again.
"Shadow Milk Cookie."
He's suddenly alert again.
"...Yeeees?"
He forces the usual facade, smiling.
But you're used to his personality just shifting like this to disguise everything underneath.
You know now.
"Did you..."
"You didn't actually think I could ever fall in love with you, right?"
"Your feelings were just another lie, right?"
Owie... . . . . .
"That's not a very nice joke, y'know!"
A joke where he's the punchline.
Karma.
"Good. I hope it hurts. Now you know how you make everyone else feel."
...He doesn't say anything.
Usually he has a comeback for this.
Little ol' him? Playing mean jokes? Never!
...
But not this time.
"I thought- I thought..."
"You thought you knew me, didn't you. So much for being the Master Of Deceit..."
You chuckled.
"How dare you" He wishes he'd say.
But he doesn't.
Deep down, he had a hunch. He wasn't THAT stupid.
But he was hoping.
Hoping for that one little chance.
...Okay, maybe he was stupid.
And now look at him.
Now, he's the silly one.
What is this.
Why does this feel different?
It doesn't make SENSE for this to feel different.
Those under his influence praised him all the time. His every move, hell, even his every breath- There wasn't a SECOND they didn't love him.
You're doing something- You're doing something to him. No, you've done something to him.
He's confused, vulnerable.
...
And your job here is done.
"That's my cue to leave."
"Goodbye, Shadow Milk Cookie."
He needs to follow you.
Why isn't he following you.
Why can't he MOVE.
He can't just let you go, you're too important.
He needs to get revenge on those who put you up to this.
He needs to get you back.
You need to be his. You have to. You...
He began clapping. Who is he clapping for? You, obviously! You're the star of the show!
"Bravo, bravo!"
"What a performance, tricking the Master Of Deceit himself! What an actor, I must say!"
He's gotten used to this by now.
He had a role to play, and he played it well.
But you knew you had gotten to him.
And that was all you wanted.
You walk away, descending down the stairs, leaving him cheering for you at the top of the spire.
Eventually, the clapping ceases.
And he exhales through his teeth.
First Pure Vanilla Cookie walked away with half his Soul Jam, and now you walked away with half his heart.
He shuts his eyes, gripping at his hair and pulling in frustration. Oh, how he wants to scream and shout.
He feels something escape and roll down his cheek. But is he going to address it? NO. Of course not.
He had done SUCH a good job building these literal and metaphorical walls so NO ONE could reach him.
But you did. Despite it all.
He can't POSSIBLY be this weak, right?
He's a Beast!
He's the world's finest playwright, poet, director, actor, clown- And, of course, everyone's most beloved trickster!
