Никогда не пожалею о вступлении в этот аск

скетч сделанный за 30 минут в поликлинике

#арт (скетч) #крк #ПьюрВанилла #ШедоуМилк

решила нормально выложить а то чего в комментах пылится

Добросовестно спизжено
Жду отклика йоу 🫵

ТЕЛЕГРАММ ЧТО С ИНТЕРФЕЙСОМ 😭😭😭 ЧТО ЭТО ТАКОЕ 😭😭😭

ХЕППИ БЕЗДЕЙ ЛИПТОНННН ВСЕМ НА ЛИПТОНА ПОДПИСАТЬСЯ 🫵🫵🫵

КРИМ ЮНИКОРН ПРОДОЛЖАЕТ БЫТЬ ЛУЧШЕЙ

ПРОСТИТЕ Я ТОРОПИЛАСЬ КАК МОЖНО СКОРЕЕ ЭТО НАЧИРКАТЬ И ВСË КРИВО Я ТАМ ПОЛОВИНУ ЛИСТА РАСЧЕРКАЛА ПОЭТОМУ ПРИШЛОСЬ ПОТОМ ФОТОШОПИТЬ КОМЕДИЮ НУ И КОРОЧЕ ЭТО ВЫГЛЯДИТ ВСРАТО НЕ ОСУЖДАЙТЕ

Мой канал держится на крим юникорн ребята

Скетчевый артец для нашей прекрасной чебурек С ДНЕМ РОЖДЕНИЯ ТЕБЯ РАСТИ БОЛЬШАЯ И ВКУСНАЯ желаю окрепчания здоровья, чтобы никто никогда не доебывался, денег было много, значков с Иисусом ещё больше, и чтобы подушка с обоих сторон была холодная

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"Humility"
#фик #крк #ШедоуМилк #ПьюрВанилла (обновленная версия того, что кидала ранее)

Vertex of the redemption arc - whatever Shadow Milk Cookie was willing to call it - came closer with each talk he had. Each glance he got, each smile he received - too genuine for his kind; too bright for his eyes - it drove him insane more than he expected. He never expected to go more crazy in the first place. He hit the bottom already, broke down through it, and now he'll make it twice.

Pure Vanilla Cookie was impossible to read, his faux understanding made the beast's stomach twirl, his sweet scent was sickening, his soul jam's ringing not once failed to cause a headache, his words were never clear.

Was it what he wanted to hear? Was it what he fought himself for? It was now idiocy. The world of lies the beast built never had a place for Shadow Milk Cookie by design. Marvelous - the actor wanted to give himself a round of applause. Spectacular - reaching for such a dream to find a torture. A little show of his own he ended with a...

– Shadow Milk Cookie? – The voice, as bright as stars, broke the thought train with its delicate call, causing a flinch, – There is something I'd like to get off my chest. See, I am aware you know my life in every detail. I wonder, how do you remember my years as Healer Cookie? For when i reunited with the Light of Truth, this period became quite... blurry.

The show goes on! – the actor turned towards his counterpart with a bright smile on.

– Ah, the parade of despair! – The beast couldn't help but sneer, gazing mischievously at Pure Vanilla Cookie, – It's within my power to recall your deeds back then, yet those memories cannot be renewed, my poppet!

– So, you can't bring them out of the depths of my mind's abyss? – The ancient hero asked lowly, receiving a smirk from his beastly other half.

– Ring-ding-ding! Do the humble moi owe thee an extra point for wit? – The silly jest was met with a giggle and an agreeing hum.

– You see, my memories before the wafflebots' attacks became but a faint trace of the passed, yet one cookie won't slip away for a while now. – Pure Vanilla Cookie drawled thoughtfully, squatting as he tended to a bed of orchids, – I can't unwind the value they might've held, nor recall their face, yet i remember how they prayed, so desperate for answer they didn't mind crumbling.

Shadow Milk Cookie couldn't keep an annoyed grimace, hands on the hips, as the so-called ancient hero tried his hardest to recall his own life, while his beastly counterpart would give anything to forget it.

– I remember how they knelt before me, whispering gratitude for the witches as they spoke in tongues. They considered me their saviour, sent from above, as well proclaimed me a saint…

– Those religious fanatics… – Shadow Milk Cookie huffed in unmistakable irritation, arms crossed over the chest – Always seeking out the above, they never saw the truth. pathetic, puny, Ignorant, delusional…

– Wounded. – Pure Vanilla Cookie interrupted, gazing down sympathetically as he raised his hand up to his souljam, – They seek help from the witches, whereas they can't receive it here, on Earthbread. When i tended to this cookie, they were shocked. They couldn't believe one could help them selflessly, that is why, i suppose, they considered me a saint.

The actor could only roll his eyes, viled by the other's overflowing naive kindness as he continued.

– What's it to you in the first place, Shadow Milk Cookie? What I'm trying to say is, those cookies turn to what you consider deceit.

The words came like a blow. One that he couldn't wrap his mind around. One that was harder than any wound he beared. A memory he buried.

– They bear a striking resemblance, i suppose. – A response came, fast as light, a line he always drew against the havoc of his psyche, like a dam.

Pure Vanilla Cookie stood up with his hands folded modestly, tilting his head to the side lightly as he considered his words, and this silence choked.

– May I ask why?

Yet once broken, it's even worse, creating a shell-hole.