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shmolish · 26 days
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Shadow Milk Angst
Oneshot
Warnings: Angst
-Comedic Relief-
Jester: A person who habitually plays the fool.
What a joke.
A jester should entertain and wow the audience.
So... why are you crying?
Is it because you're alone? Is this seal too empty for you?
You're really afraid of an empty room?
That's pathetic. You're supposed to be one of the five beasts.
Seeing you cry isn't entertaining.
Do something funny.
Stop crying.
Stop crying.
Stopcryingstopcryingstopcryingstopcryingstopcryingstopcryingstopcryingstopcryingstopcryingstopcryingstopcrying-
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"Hardships are meant to be shared!"
Oh. Look! It's your cheap imitation.
Look at him. He's free, he's happy, he's liked by others.
Why aren't you?
Maybe... he really is better than you.
Shadow Milk Cookie... has been surpassed by this nobody?
Now that's funny!
But it's not fair.
Oh please, you deserved this.
You are a beast after all.
So much blood has been drawn by your hands. So many lives have been lost, and so many have suffered. This is less than you deserve, Shadow Milk Cookie.
But you can keep telling yourself that.
Keep telling yourself that this isn't fair, even if it's false.
Lying seems to be your thing, after all.
How can you fool others if you cannot first fool yourself?
Just keep acting. Keep pretending like you aren't scared.
Don't stop moving, don't stop lying.
Never let that mask fall from your face, not even in your most desperate of dances.
You're just a comedic relief. And comedic reliefs don't cry.
So why are you still crying?
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luvielolol · 2 months
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“ You . “
“ I want what you have . “
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thegreatcrowdragon · 1 month
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No heterosexual explanation for this
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c-e-n-t-i · 3 months
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Me when I'm being tormented by my evil demon who is doing tiktok dances as I scream in agony
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itzrhymesgamers · 2 months
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WL(Sm):"You wouldn't dare kill your friend r-right?..."
PV): "DARE!?"
Pv): "you have ABSOLUTELY no idea of what you are doing with you're whole life just putting me in this shitty spot....Do you think i would hesitate to kill a friend of mine who has gone possessed but some dumbass clown?.."
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"Y-YOU HAVE NO IDEA OF HOW CAPABLE I CAN BE, EVEN IF IT HURT OTHERS ASWELL. I WONT STOP TILL I FINALLY FUCKING GET RID OF YOU!!"
Bonus):
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mime-the · 2 months
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“You lie too, and you believe yourself.”
Felt like drawing some rendered art of PV and SM, so why not go with something silly!? Heheh, enjoy.
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I think I should be allowed to cook more. Unless I burn down the kitchen, then probably not.
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locosquif · 2 months
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Did I cook
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hinoko-sam · 2 months
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𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦..
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( ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴀɴɢsᴛ 🥀)
ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ;; @brittle-doughie
sɪʟᴇɴᴛ sᴀʟᴛ ʜᴀs ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ʙᴜᴛ ʀᴀɪsᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ sᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀɴ ᴘᴇsᴛ ᴀɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛᴏʀ. ᴛʜᴇʏ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇᴅ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ғɪʀsᴛ ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴘʀɪsᴏɴ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴜʀᴇ ᴠᴀɴɪʟʟᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ʟɪʟʏ ᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪsᴏɴ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀʟsᴏ..
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ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʙᴜᴛ sᴛ��ʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴍʏsᴛɪᴄ ғʟᴏᴜʀ's ᴘʀɪsᴏɴ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴘᴇsᴛ ᴀɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛs ᴀʟʟ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ғɪʀsᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ's ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪsᴏɴ ᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ.. ɪғ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ғʀᴇᴇ.. ᴛʜʏ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀɴ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.
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ᴇᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟ sᴜɢᴀʀ ᴡᴀs sᴏ ᴅᴇɴɪᴀʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴄʀɪᴇᴅ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪsᴏɴ ɢᴏᴛ ᴄʜᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ. sʜᴇ ᴅɪɴᴛ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀs ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ. sʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛᴏʀ.. ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ.
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ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ sᴘɪᴄᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀɴ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ɢʟᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴛʜɪs. ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛʀᴜsᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀʀɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘʀɪsᴏɴ ᴀs ғᴀsᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ's ɴᴏ ᴜsᴇ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ɢʟᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪsᴏɴ sʜᴜᴛs.
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ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴀsᴛ.. ɪᴛ's ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴍɪʟᴋ.. sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴍɪʟᴋ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪs. ʜᴇ sᴛʀᴜɢɢʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʀs ᴏᴘᴇɴ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ sʜᴜᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴜᴛᴛɪɴɢ.. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟsᴏ! ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ʜᴀs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪsᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇ's ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs..
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ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴜᴛ.. ᴛʜᴇʏ ғᴇʟᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅɪsᴀᴘᴘᴏɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ sᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇs.
ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴍɪssᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴠᴇʀʏ sᴏʀʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ғɪx ᴛʜɪs ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ. ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ғɪx ɪᴛ sᴏᴏɴ
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pinkvaquita · 2 months
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Do you think Shadow Milk tried to fight back the corruption? That he slowly watched his beloved friends get consumed in hate and chaos, doing everything he could to stop it from spreading?
That he suffered when Eternal Sugar tried to lure him into leaving his labors? With Silent Salt ignoring his questions? With Burning Spice destroying his work and forcing him to star again? With Mistic Flour not caring about any of his ideas to help? Do you think he spend days and nights, investigating through books and old documents in search for a solution? Not sleeping, eating or letting anyone stop him from his objective that was saving them? Do you think he bursted in anger everytime someone dared to interrupt him or distract him? Do you think he begged the witches for help? They were gods to any cookie, and Shadow Milk probably was thinking that maybe there was something they could do to save the slowly falling souls of his friends. Do you think his heart broked when the witches decided the best course of action was to just impriosion them if things went worst? That he refused, and search harder and harder for a solution that wasn't that? Do you think that maybe he messed with something he shoudn't have?... maybe playing to much with dark magic wasn't such a good idea. Maybe he started to practice it, to learn it from end to start and do anything as a way of practice. Do you think he had burnout from studying so much? That he tried to distract himself, but ended up just more irritated because of the cookies asking for his aid, and his friends just loosing themselves more into it? Do you think his lies started by making the others blame eachother for their problems even if it wasn't true, just so they would leave him alone? Do you think that he found some twisted joy in seeing them fight and lost in lies? That he did it again and again, just to finally take a break from all the tiredness and boredoom of the books? Do you think that Shadow Milk tried to fight back when he saw themselve in the mirror, his hands with jam splatered from some poor victim from his tricks? Or that he just smiled even more at the joy and adrenaline it bringed to him? Do you think he fighted back? Or that he slowly let him self also fall?
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cookierunauprompts · 3 months
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Hello! I've been following this blog for a while now (found it at Prompt #7 first) and I was wondering if you would be interested in making a continuation of Prompt #7 with an idea of mine?
The idea is kinda simple tbh: Once Pure Vanilla convinces Hero!Shadow Milk to escape, broski is elapsing after free-falling for so long and probably falls ill and has to recuperate. Reader takes care of them, fluff and/or angst (Hero!Shadow Milk probably has a hard time sleeping considering the amount of time he's been in the darkness) ensues.
Ooooh, sure! Since you didn't mention a which timeline this prompt falls into (reader is an ancient ancient or Reader is just reader) i flipped a coin to decide. The results, tails, were for non-ancient reader but I will make an alternative prompt if you want
Requested Prompts #21 - 💓💔
" Why are you still letting me stay here?" You turned to face your new-ish roommate. " What do you mean?" You said, tilting your head with slight confusion. Your roommate sighed, staring down into his Jellybean Latte( that you had delivered, he refuses and pretty much can't leave the house after all.) almost dejectedly. " Ah, you blame yourself for all the atrocities he committed. Don't you, blu'?" You asked, letting him respond on his own time. He slowly nodded his head as you looked at him with sympathy. " I know that it technically wasn't me that did everything that he did but..." He paused, just to take a sip of his latte. " I'm still apart of the reason he exists, I created him... And I'm a part of him." You frowned, watching as his hands began to shiver slightly. " Who knows what he could be doing now that I'm not holding him back?-" You make sure that his cup is set down before you gently hold his hands. " Hey, it'll be okay. I'm sure that Pure Vanilla and the others have it under control, if they didn't, then I'd tell you." You reassured him, letting him take a deep breath before continuing. " And, why wouldn't I let you stay with me? You're still injured from... well, everything that's happened." For just a moment, you look at the shadow stained cracks in his dough. But you quickly look back into his eyes afterwards. He sighs. " You..." He trails off, keeping what he wanted to say to himself. It seems he decides on something else to say, probably a question to distract himself for a moment. " Why do you call me Blu' anyways?" He asks, looking back up at your eyes. You giggled for a moment, " Because you smell like blueberries, so it's the first thing that came to mind." And then, he smiles. It's a rather soft, gentle one, not like the maniac grin you've seen on his other half but a more genuine, appreciative one. But there's a certain melancholy behind that smile, you don't know it's source but it's there, you can tell.
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eggirrum · 2 months
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ART BLOCK KICKED ME IN MY SCOLIOSIS BUT IT WORKED OUT IN THE END
Yeah guys i'm back. Uh. You're getting angst today bc I felt like it. And a doodle for my brothers noteit. I'm not too proud of how the angst looks but I've been meaning to draw it for awhile now.
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The reason I drew that angst drawing was bc I thought of a little idea in my little tardigrade sized brain; what if sm got so lonely in his little prison or whatever he's in that he made the blue-eyes cake hound with whatever magic he had left? Like with the card ears, what if the heart card was made up of whatever love he had left or something of that sort?
Idk I like being semi-creative. HOPE YOU LIKED THIS!!
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shmolish · 13 days
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hello! I love your work, can you do more angst with shadow milk with my oc snowflake weasel cookie? Angst and comfort. Thank u!
ps. maybe make that affogato post like shadow milk hehe
AN: Ah tysm!! OH, and thanks for the help with the other requests as well ♥
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Shadow Milk x OC! Snowflake Weasel
Oneshot
Warnings: Angst (mild)
-Nightmares-
This same dream, night after night. The same disturbing imagery replayed in your mind, over and over. It feels like your sinking into the deepest of depths. It's suffocating, really.
Why can't these nightmares just leave you be..?
Sometimes you wish you could forget about them. But... does forgetting you're hurt still count as healing?
Those questions would plague your mind until suddenly, you'd wake up. Your heart beat quickly and quick breaths followed after.
"Bad dream?" A voice would ask, catching your attention.
You looked towards the owner of the voice, seeing Shadow Milk looking at you with a soft expression.
You couldn't help the tears that would well up in your eyes as Shadow Milk cupped your face gently.
"Do.. you wanna talk about it..?" He questioned.
You'd shake your head.
"That's fine..." He wiped some of your tears away with his thumb.
You thought back on those vivid memories, remembering each of the horrors. All of them were so prominent, yet they all blurred together in such an odd way that settled right in the depth of you heart
"It's okay. Just focus on the sound of my voice, alright?" Carefully, he'd lay you down on his chest so that you could listen to the sound of his heart while running his fingers through your hair.
"If you ever feel like talking about the nightmare, I will gladly listen." His voice, along with the sound of his heart, was enough to soothe your aching soul.
Slowly, you closed your eyes, getting more drowsy by the second.
"Just fall into yet another slumber, dove. I promise I will be right here when you wake up," he cooed.
And so you'd do just that, slowly drifting off to sleep. The comforting nature of laying in the arms of you beloved would be enough to help anyone through a bad dream.
He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.
"Goodnight my love," he whispered.
"Goodnight.." you mumbled back.
《☆》 Fin
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*bites*☀️
!! BLOOD WARNING !!
" ... Hah?"
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" Eheh... eheheh... I... I don't think anyone's gotten to wound me like this in a long time..."
He's smiling, not the good, happy kind of smile though. It's more like a smile twisted with pain.
" Ahahahah... Oh wow! It really hurts! Guess that's what losing an arm does for ya! Hahahaha!"
It hurts.
It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurt-
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" ..."
" A-ah... Kenzie..?"
" Such violent actions towards us is not permitted upon this blog."
carefully, she scooped Shadow Milk into her hand. Carrying him away from the impaled anon, though it didn't seem like he was bothered by the impalement, more like the Silver Knife used to do that.
" Come on, let's get you fixed up."
~ FIRST ASK PERIOD IS OVER !! ~
It seems that Mackenzie and Shadow Milk will be gone for a while...
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thegreatcrowdragon · 1 month
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Love it when the vanilla milkshake dynamic goes from “I want your soul jam and I WILL get it” to “I want YOU and I will destroy everything you hold dear until I can have you”
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lilacthebooklover · 3 months
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Rating: Teen Fandom: Cookie Run Word Count: 4700 BTHB Prompt: Forced to Kneel/Bow @badthingshappenbingo
“You have some of my soul jam, correct?�� Shadow Milk asked, clearly having deduced the truth. And Pure Vanilla was not a liar, so he nodded reluctantly in confirmation, watching the Fallen Hero's twisted smirk stretch even further up azure dough. “Then that makes us one and the same! We wield the same magic, hold the same thirst for knowledge, we alone are able to manipulate the truth wholeheartedly. You and I are capable of possessing all-consuming power!” The Beast crowed, and a new sort of fear began to settle in Pure Vanilla’s gut.
“No,” he blurted out suddenly, before the action could even register in his brain. It was an instinctive response: a denial of something that simply couldn’t be true. He didn’t want ‘all-consuming power’, and Shadow Milk Cookie had fallen. He was corrupted. Pure Vanilla refused to let that happen to him.
“Yes! You are like me,” the other cookie hissed delightedly. “We share a soul, little cookie. And that makes you mine.”
OR: Pure Vanilla buys his friends some time, and Shadow Milk Cookie decides to have him put on a show.
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lazilybeinglassie · 21 days
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Mark Of The Baked
One Shot by LazilyBeingLassie
Inspired by @/sunseed-fandump "The Devil's Encore"
Characters: Gingerbrave, Strawberry Cookie, Wizard Cookie, Shadow Milk Cookie
Summary: Shadow Milk creates a dream where he can talk to the three cookies. Offering a proposal and a piece of information.
Notes: I had a headcanon, that I know isn't real, but for the sake of character expansion I'm running with it!
The sun was bright and hot, giving everyone the brightest smiles and determination to work hard. Cookies running around, accomplishing tasks that were needed to be done. Baking, farming, building. And when cookies weren't working, they were mingling, playing, or just enjoying the fresh air.
Gingerbrave was making his rounds on the kingdom, seeing if he was needed anywhere. More and more cookies were finding their way to this place, which meant jobs were getting filled up more and more. Sure it meant he had less to do, but that didn't bother him all too much as it gave him time to travel and see his friends from across Earthbread.
Like . . . Pure Vanilla Cookie . . . Why was that the first name that came to his head? In fact, hadn't he just been talking with him not too-
His thoughts were interrupted at the sound of distress further into the center of town. No one seemed to be reacting to it, so the brave cookie decided to check it out himself. He could hear the sounds of cake hounds not too far from him as Gingerbrave stumbled upon a merchant cookie who was fighting them off with a broom. The cookie was blue and dressed in a sweater and jeans, defending a cart full of cabbages that were ripe and ready to sell. If they made it to the stand that was.
"Go away! These aren't for you!" The cookie wacked away, but they were not giving up so easily.
"Hey," shouted Gingerbrave, "scram! All of you!" With his candy cane, he smacked them back, giving some distance between the two.
The little pooches however seemed more and more angry as they crawled closer and closer to them. It was gonna be a big fight for sure. Nothing he couldn't handle of course. Then suddenly . . .
CRACK! BOOM!
Lightening struck in front of the cakes, scaring them back to the forests where they came from. Both of the cookies were a bit shocked at first as they looked up to see there were no clouds in the sky. Not a storm in sight. That could only mean one thing.
"Gingerbrave," shouted Wizard Cookie, running over to the two with Strawberry Cookie following, "I didn't accidentally hit you, did I? I was estimating my shot, but-"
"No no! We're both fine! Thanks for spooking them, Wizard Cookie," Gingerbrave thanked.
The pink hoodie cookie smiled as she clutched her lollypop in hand. "We heard the noise and hurried while we could. I wonder how cake hounds got inside the kingdom?"
"Doesn't matter now," stated the ice cream cookie, "the danger is gone."
The merchant cookie smiled warmly as he approached them. "Thank you so much for protecting my goods! I thought I was a goner for sure."
"No problem," Gingerbrave said, "don't think we've met. What's your name?"
"Call me Blueberry Milk Cookie. I was just simply passing by as those monsters came after me."
"Huh. I would have thought someone would have noticed."
Looking back at the other cookies, they all seemed so caught up in what they were doing, it felt like they didn't even notice that a skirmish occurred. Not even when Wizard Cookie's spell was cast.
Strawberry walked up to her friend. "Should we be worried no one's talking to us?"
"I said hi to about three cookies on the way here. None of them answered back," Wizard added.
Gingerbrave hummed. "Guys? Is it weird that I feel like we're not suppose to be here?"
The three felt their dough shiver as they looked at each other. Something was very wrong. And they were piecing it together slowly.
"Hehehehehe!"
A giggle echoed around them as Gingerbrave, Wizard and Strawberry turned to face Blueberry Milk Cookie. Or at least, who use to be. The cookie that stood in place turned to static as it reshaped itself into the trickster himself.
Shadow Milk Cookie.
"And here I thought we could keep this up for about eight more minutes," said the jester, "oh well!"
Quickly, the trio backed up as they wielded their weapons defensively. Gingerbrave and Wizard in front with Strawberry behind them. Someone as unpredictable as him was every reason why their senses sharpened and focused.
"What are you doing here in Crispia," yelled Gingerbrave, "White Lily sealed you back in the Silver Tree!"
"Now now, little cookies-" The jester smirked knowing that Wizard was looking extra irritated at that phrasing. "-you should know a professional always has a plan b in case of . . . interferences. Though I honestly want to see if you can guess where we really are? Go on!"
His comment got them thinking for a bit as they looked around again. Now the cookies around them were frozen still. Petrified in whatever position they were in at the moment. It felt so freaky. But as they pondered it for a moment, an answer came to them.
"Is this . . . not real," Strawberry asked aloud.
"An illusion? No, a dream perhaps," Wizard theorized.
Sounds of an applause came to their hearing. "Ring ding ding! Looks like we do have some smart cookies here! Yes, while I cannot do anything in reality, reaching your minds is nothing more than a simple feat. The only real cookies here are me and you three. A perfect moment for us to chat." There was a small growl that laced his sentences as the trickster walked on air, circling them delightfully.
Gingerbrave pointed his cane at the villain. "Whatever you wanna say, forget it! No way are we trusting a liar like you!"
"Aw, don't be so rude, Ginger~! I have no intention of harming a single crumb on either of you," sung Shadow Milk as he appeared next to the brave cookie to pinch his cheek.
"Lies," Wizard snapped, "we all remember what you did back at the Faerie Kingdom! What you did to Pure Vanilla Cookie! To White Lily Cookie! To Elder Faerie!"
The blue cookie leaned in close to the magic cookie, causing him to back up in fear. "That old fool crumbled on his own terms, mind you! Still, I guess I could take the credit if you're offering it. Ehehehe!"
"Just get out of our dreams! . . . Er, dream . . . since this counts as just one dream-"
Gingerbrave took a chance to hit him with his candy cane, only for it to pass through Shadow Milk like he was a ghost. The beast walked away from them slowly as he rambled on. "In due time, little cookies. For now, I do believe we have something to discuss about that very much will be in your interest!"
"If it means you leave us alone after that, then get it over with," GIngerbrave demanded.
As the jester sat down on the edge of the fountain, he reached for his neck ruff and snapped it open as it hung over his shoulders. It looked weird to see the actual neck of this cookie for a moment. Then he stretched his leotard collar to reveal something underneath.
Something that got the trio's attention for sure.
It was faint, worn overtime, but they could see it clearly. On his chest was a marking of some sort. A thinly lined circle with a three pronged fork in the center. Shadow Milk grinned at their reactions of utter silence and shock. "I'm certain you know what this is. Just like how I know you each have one like this as well."
They flinched. Gingerbrave and Wizard tensing up, and Strawberry reaching for her shoulder as she whimpered.
Shadow Milk snapped his ruff back together as he chuckled. "It's very rare for baked cookies to be wandering around Earthbread these days. But I never thought the first things I would see after waking up would be three very freshly baked cookies! Which only means those idiots are still kicking and making more!" He floats in the air as he hovers closer to them with wide eyes. "Tell me, where exactly is their hut, by chance?"
"W-Why would you ask us that," Wizard stuttered.
"Come now, surely you would remember the way back to your own creators!"
"We don't!" Gingerbrave stepped forward in defense. "We'd rather never go back there, ever!"
"OOOOOoooooh! Rebellious! Mrehehehehe! So I guess that means you're going against your master's wishes then! I must say, I approve!" Shadow Milk playfully leaned back midair as if he were sitting in a recliner.
"Wh . . . What do you mean by that," Strawberry asked while clutching her weapon close to her chest.
In that moment, the jester's smile dropped, exchanging for an expression of confusion. Sitting up he looked at the pink cookie in curiosity. She didn't like that he was. And neither did the others as they stood in front of her.
"Wait . . . do any of you know why you were made?" Silence. Shadow Milk for a moment seemed quite literally clueless for a moment. "Well that's new. Usually cookies aren't baked unless they had a task to accomplish or . . . oh . . . OH! EhehehehahahahaHAHAHAHA!" The beast howled in laughter as he pieced it together. "No way! You were made as snack cookies, weren't you!? And you ran out of there like your life depended on it! OH this is just too perfect! Well, more sad for you, but still."
Each of the young cookies shrunk a little. Memories of the witch's hut were never pleasant. Yet the one thing they never could pin down was why the witches would make them with a consciousness if all they were made to do was be eaten. Even if they tried to not think about it, there would always be times where those questions would come back to haunt them again.
In the end, what they were really was what Shadow Milk said they were. Snacks that were just lucky to be alive by a fluke. In a sense, it made them feel empty inside. Lost? Alone? Sometimes. But more like they had little value to themselves. Just cookies. Nothing more.
The jester could see their dismay as he smiled widely. Landing on his feet, he walked slowly towards them. "I assume you've not met another cookie who was baked like you were? Or at least, another one that escaped fate like you have? I also must assume none of you have told anyone, have you?" They suddenly looked at him in fear as he approached Gingerbrave, patting his head. "Now now, don't you worry. Your little secret origin is safe with me. I should understand after all, what it is like to be a creation of the witches." He wanders behind Strawberry, placing his hands on her shoulders. "In a sense, I suppose that would make us siblings of some sort. Much like me and my comrades are." Finally he moves to Wizard, shifting his hat to fit his head more properly. "Guess that makes me big brother Shadow Milk Cookie, huh? I like the sound of that!"
Wizard stepped back as he fixed his hat and glared at the beast. "As if! Being baked by witches doesn't make us family!"
"Ehe! Why not? It's the closest thing you might get to one."
Gingerbrave gripped his candy cane. "You're wrong! We have friends that already care for us back home! The first time we met, you corrupted an entire kingdom and killed its king! Who also was our friend!"
"A friend who served the witches? The very creatures you defied for survival," the jester clarified, "you do know how to pick them then. Hehehe!"
Getting angry, the brave cookie swung his cane. As he did, Shadow Milk turned into a cloud as he faded away, reappearing at a distance from them. Wizard tried to attempt using lightening magic on him, only for the beast to take it and stand there, unphased by it. They were mad, scared, and wanted out of this dream.
"The point I'm trying to get across here is that your goal to survive the witches is one the cookies of Earthbread will never understand. They consider them to be gods! Deities! Even the St. Pastry Order believes them to be holy beings that only ever have good intentions for them! And yet you trust these cookies with your lives. Though, not enough to let them in on your little secrets."
"And what reason do you have for us to trust you," demanded Wizard.
The grin didn't fail to widen as he spread his arms. "Because we are the only ones powerful enough to accomplish what Dark Enchantress could never accomplish! To kill the witches once and for all!"
The trio gasped in surprise. Could it be done? Should it be done? The witches, erased from the world?
"Tempting, isn't it? A world where there is no need to be afraid of being eaten. A world where we have no fear of anything! One where we can choose to shape it as we wish!"
" . . . You mean destroy," Strawberry uttered, the sounds of irritation bubbling in her tone.
"Ahahahaha! Well, destruction is an important part of making that new world! But in it's place will be one of, well I consider to be never ending fun! And each of you can have a place in that." He holds his hand out graciously. "You are owed at least that for what the witches have done."
In that moment, they all looked at each other. Thoughts crossed their minds, some good intentioned, others slightly selfish. But there truly was no other conclusion for such a decision.
"Maybe that's what you want," Gingerbrave started, "and maybe some of that is something we wanted as well. But to help you accomplish that so you can do whatever you want is something we don't want. Not when it can hurt cookies we care about."
Strawberry, feeling braver, stepped forward as she held out her lollypop. "Our kingdom in Crispia has become a home for us. Not just our friends. One that we vow to protect from the witches and those who would destroy it for their own selfish gains. There are cookies on Earthbread who are kind and gentle. Brave and strong. Ones we know that want the same thing as we do! To have a home and place here!"
"Right!" Wizard stomped his staff on the ground and spoke aloud. "We've found our place in this world! And we plan to fight for it just like everyone else is! So don't you dare think that we'll turn our backs on it for anything less than that!"
They awaited for the jester to speak. Shadow Milk's smile by now had faded to a frown. His glare at them was intimidating and hollow. Though once a moment had passed, he smiled again, smaller this time. "I see. So you've chosen your side then. Alright."
Wizard spat for a bit. "Wha-That's it!? Nothing?! I would have thought you had another speech in there to curveball this whole conversation!"
"No need! Yours was already convincing enough. Very well done. I highly doubt anything I have to offer would be as tantalizing as what I've already given you. Such a shame." Then his eyes widen as well as his grin. "Guess you'll just crumble like the rest of them."
The kingdom caught fire as flames surrounded the trio. Engulfing buildings and cookies within them as they panicked. The intensity of the heat frightened them, almost feeling like it was real. As they looked for an escape, silhouettes of the five beasts rise in the air, glaring them down with bright eyes. Shadow Milk swiftly zooming in close to their faces as he grew large in size and chuckled.
"Just remember. You chose this."
The last thing they heard was his wicked laughter as they were consumed by the fire.
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Gingerbrave, Wizard and Strawberry screamed as they woke up that morning. What an awful nightmare that was. They each took a moment to breathe and calm down, grounding themselves in the facts. The Silver Tree was still standing, and the beasts were locked up. They couldn't hurt them . . . for now.
The scream did alert Pure Vanilla, White Lily, as well as some of the faerie cookies. Silverbell and Mercurial Knight had ran in to check on them once they heard the cries, only for the cookies to dismiss the panic as a bad dream. To which they were gentle and comforting about it.
Gingerbrave was wanting to speak up about it, tell them what happened, but was stopped by Wizard and Strawberry who wanted to keep it a secret for now. Too shaken by the incident to really openly talk about it to others. Especially since there was some personal stuff involved in it. He protested, but caved in favor of making them feel more comfortable.
As the day went on, the trio were keeping close to each other, with Strawberry clinging the most to whoever was closest to her. Their nerves were on edge, and feared that they would see Shadow Milk appear in the corner of their sight. Or worse, hear his cackle in the distance.
Pure Vanilla had attempted a few times to try and talk to them, but they kept a lid on things as best as they could. Which felt wrong, but at the same time, it was just how the beast assumed. They never really went into their past with the Ancients. Nor did they plan to.
By the end of the day, the trio were back in their room, dreading the night's sleep. Rightfully so though. Unless Shadow Milk had nothing else to discuss with them that was.
Gingerbrave looked to his hand. At the palm was a mark. Much like Shadow Milk, it had a circle, but the image inside instead was a smiling face. One that looked joyful.
Strawberry once more reached for her shoulder. Even under her hoodie, she could feel the engraving of it as clear as day. Within the circle was an image of a strawberry.
Wizard noticed a reflective surface as he turned to it. Lifting his hat slightly, he shifted his ice cream hair, revealing his own mark, which had a star at the center of it.
Baked by the witches. Meant to be consumed, and ceased to be. What more could there really be to them than that?
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I had a lot of fun thinking about this one shot. I love these guys so much, I just wanted some angst. I hope you guys like it too!
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