sillysillyshadowmilkcookie

[sillysillyshadowmilkcookie]

He continues to laugh and giggle, floating to be in front of Pure Vanilla Cookie. He could feel the embarrassment radiate off the priest; how unholy to be caught like so! He never did get behind the whole modesty thing that priests pushed - wouldn't it be so much more faithful to celebrate life and run around indulging in life's vices? Aah, but how could they be so dedicated to their saviors if they actually experienced life? Hypocrisy, his favorite religion!

The paper dolls in the distance and the "Cookies" all turn their heads towards Pure Vanilla, dough cracking with the sudden turn. Shadow Milk's giggles die down as he gestures to the rest, staff poofing in his hands (with a very cute decorative floaty ring underneath the eye). He puts on a fake worried expression - noticeably not sincere given how big his smile is.

"My my, Nilly, you're turning heads! Someone of your prestige, hanging out with us commoners, and looking so scandalous to boot! What would the papers say! The poor papers!"

He's enjoying it too much. Gesturing his staff towards the boardwalk behind them, Shadow Milk gets close, grabbing Pure Vanila's cheek and turning it over to look. The closest shop to them just so happens to be a swimsuit clothing store - how lucky, hehe.

"Hey, maybe they'll have waterproof cloaks there? Why don't you run off and find out?"

🫂  to  pick  my  muse  up  and  twirl  them  around.

~~~

Rather than any Cookie, blue silky smooth strings appear out of the shadows, twirling Pure Vanilla Cookie. Not violently nor with any much speed at all.

( @sillysillyshadowmilkcookie )

(AUGH MY OOFMIE)

Pure Vanilla Cookie, unaware whilst reading in the comfort of his bedroom, is nearly startled out of his skin as he's suddenly hoisted into the air by strings like a puppet. Dropping his book, he looks at the strings that had appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

But he knew better. After all, who else could possibly do something like this?

"Shadow Milk Cookie?"

[sillysillyshadowmilkcookie]

"You're complaining? About clothing? Perfectly good clothing with nothing wrong with it-" Shadow Milk storms over, roughly grabbing the swimsuit and unfurling it, grumbling briefly before being shut up.

When he makes costumes, he wants to make them the absolute best - half of the fun of performance was the cool things you could force Cookies to wear! Clothing and behavior tell half of the story after all, though this says nothing.. because there's practically NOTHING. He had decided to use a bit of magic with Pure Vanilla's swimsuit, letting them create themselves at the unconscious whims of Pure Vanilla and-

Shadow Milk doubles over with laughter, dropping the discarded "clothing" and floating, bringing up his knees as he leaned backwards. He howls with laughter, hands on his stomach as he tries to regain composure.

"HAH- AHAHA! REALLY, REALLY?" He straightens himself, still giggling to himself as he looks down at Pure Vanilla, "And here I thought- I knew it! I knew you hadn't fully gone back to that innocent-priest-persona of yours! Oooh, my silly silly Pure Vanilla Cookie."

He gets close, wrapping one arm around Pure Vanilla's shoulders and the other poking his cheek, "I thought I'd do you a favor and let your subconscious make you something to wear - and this is what you gave me! Awwh, should I do it up in black too? Maybe give you a rubber tube with wings and a crown? Oh, how I love when things all come together in such a nice, neat, bow."

Shadow Milk taps Pure Vanilla's cheek with the last three words, patting the top of his head, knocking his hat to the side so he can ruffle up his hair frosting.

"If you wanted to let loose, you could've said something, Nilly! What, did you think I'd say no? Afraid of a little conflict? All that sweetness is affecting your soft little head!"

🫂  to  pick  my  muse  up  and  twirl  them  around.

~~~

Rather than any Cookie, blue silky smooth strings appear out of the shadows, twirling Pure Vanilla Cookie. Not violently nor with any much speed at all.

( @sillysillyshadowmilkcookie )

(AUGH MY OOFMIE)

Pure Vanilla Cookie, unaware whilst reading in the comfort of his bedroom, is nearly startled out of his skin as he's suddenly hoisted into the air by strings like a puppet. Dropping his book, he looks at the strings that had appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

But he knew better. After all, who else could possibly do something like this?

"Shadow Milk Cookie?"

[sillysillyshadowmilkcookie]

"Pffft-" He chuckles, "Now c'mon, if you're gonna try to play dumb, at least put some effort into it!"

Digging his foot into the sand, he kicks it towards Pure Vanilla, trying to get warm sand onto him.

"Get changed already! You're burning moonlight here!"

🫂  to  pick  my  muse  up  and  twirl  them  around.

~~~

Rather than any Cookie, blue silky smooth strings appear out of the shadows, twirling Pure Vanilla Cookie. Not violently nor with any much speed at all.

( @sillysillyshadowmilkcookie )

(AUGH MY OOFMIE)

Pure Vanilla Cookie, unaware whilst reading in the comfort of his bedroom, is nearly startled out of his skin as he's suddenly hoisted into the air by strings like a puppet. Dropping his book, he looks at the strings that had appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

But he knew better. After all, who else could possibly do something like this?

"Shadow Milk Cookie?"

[sillysillyshadowmilkcookie]

He shrugs, taking a long sip of the coconut milk before shoo-ing the shadow hand away. It disappears after setting his coconut down.

"It's kinda funny how you think I'm gonna answer you," Shadow Milk lifts up his glasses, setting them on the top of his head as he looks out at the sunset. He really outdid himself with the sky this time - though his face looks bored, "Your cluelessness gets really grating. Why don't you ever ask why I even still bother? Ah- you don't even think that far."

Standing up, Shadow Milk flings off his overcloak. His chosen form of swimwear was a one piece; a tank-top cut at the top and shorts that ended right above his knees. Dough-tight with blue and black striped lines going across horizontally; on one side, coming up from one leg to the top of his left, was a row of diamonds whose colors were the opposite of the bars they touched. A golden bracelet and anklet were on his right hand and left foot respectively; a singular gold chain kept the bottom of the left of his glasses attached to something behind his head, akin to a monocle's chain to nowhere.

He goes to stand in front of Pure Vanilla, hands on his waist with the sun setting behind him, an annoyed expression on his face, "Come on now, let's use our brains here! What'dya think's going on?"

🫂  to  pick  my  muse  up  and  twirl  them  around.

~~~

Rather than any Cookie, blue silky smooth strings appear out of the shadows, twirling Pure Vanilla Cookie. Not violently nor with any much speed at all.

( @sillysillyshadowmilkcookie )

(AUGH MY OOFMIE)

Pure Vanilla Cookie, unaware whilst reading in the comfort of his bedroom, is nearly startled out of his skin as he's suddenly hoisted into the air by strings like a puppet. Dropping his book, he looks at the strings that had appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

But he knew better. After all, who else could possibly do something like this?

"Shadow Milk Cookie?"

[sillysillyshadowmilkcookie]

Instead of hitting the ground, he hits something much more softer. It bounces and creaks, the light beyond Pure Vanilla Cookie's closed eyes shifting. Rushing wind from below was replaced by a gentle breeze, sounds of children laughing and families having fun dance in the air. The wrappings unravel and slink off to the side as the ticket poofs. When his eyes opened, he'd be greeted with a crisp dusk sky and the underside of an umbrella adorned with blue and gold. He'd been dropped onto a beach chair mimicking the former colors. Ahead was a vast, glimmering sea with the sun half hidden past the waves. Cookies played leisurely in various beach games, though the farther out they got, the less detailed they seemed. Paper dolls littered the horizon down the shore and the boardwalk behind them, lights from stores and streamers battling against the last rays of the setting sun.

"What's the difference between a boardwalk and a carnival?" In a beach chair next to Pure Vanilla laid Shadow Milk, arms behind his head and legs crossed over one another as a shadowy hand holds a coconut with a straw and mini umbrella stuck into it. Their "hair" was tied up in a messy bun, sunglasses hiding his eyes and a translucent swimsuit cover hiding what he wore underneath, "..No, seriously, I've been trying to figure it out for awhile."

The ribbons that had slinked away had formed a summer outfit befitting Pure Vanilla Cookie, laying perfectly folded on the beach towel next to them.

"Like, both are hotspots of Cookie entertainment and indulgence. Meant to be places where you leave everything behind for a night of debauchery.. family-friendly style, of course. The kids deserve some sweet Deceit too y'know!"

🫂  to  pick  my  muse  up  and  twirl  them  around.

~~~

Rather than any Cookie, blue silky smooth strings appear out of the shadows, twirling Pure Vanilla Cookie. Not violently nor with any much speed at all.

( @sillysillyshadowmilkcookie )

(AUGH MY OOFMIE)

Pure Vanilla Cookie, unaware whilst reading in the comfort of his bedroom, is nearly startled out of his skin as he's suddenly hoisted into the air by strings like a puppet. Dropping his book, he looks at the strings that had appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

But he knew better. After all, who else could possibly do something like this?

"Shadow Milk Cookie?"

[sillysillyshadowmilkcookie]

( HE HAS NOT RISEN FROM THE GRAVE )

He doesn't answer - why would he? That would ruin his big surprise that he's been preparing for forever! So long was this in the making that he's even almost become narrow-minded! Almost, for Shadow Milk Cookie is nothing if not all-knowing. Still, great works take time, and this certainly has been cooking in his oven for a while. Even the Spire seemed to fret and fitter over him after awhile; a shocker, huh? When did he give that thing any semblance of life?

Ah, questions he doesn't care to figure out right now! He can't stop smiling as things are set into place, daydreaming leisurely about how this plan would turn out. So many different possibilities.. and only one he wants to truly see. His giggles turn almost maniac as he suddenly stops at a seemingly innocent window - it was, it just felt like a good place to stop.

Strings appear and toss out a nearby statue, shattering the window as Shadow Milk floats up to it - shadow hands swiping away excess glass.

"Down you go!" He laughs, tossing Pure Vanilla Cookie out of the broken window. As he does, a hand summons a glittering blue and gold ticket which is shoved into the strings.

🫂  to  pick  my  muse  up  and  twirl  them  around.

~~~

Rather than any Cookie, blue silky smooth strings appear out of the shadows, twirling Pure Vanilla Cookie. Not violently nor with any much speed at all.

( @sillysillyshadowmilkcookie )

(AUGH MY OOFMIE)

Pure Vanilla Cookie, unaware whilst reading in the comfort of his bedroom, is nearly startled out of his skin as he's suddenly hoisted into the air by strings like a puppet. Dropping his book, he looks at the strings that had appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

But he knew better. After all, who else could possibly do something like this?

"Shadow Milk Cookie?"

[sillysillyshadowmilkcookie]

(HE RISES FROM THE GRAVE)

The strings wrap around him, hugging him yet not tightly. The strings are snipped from the void as a bow ties itself on top, near Pure Vanilla Cookie's chest. As he's dropped from the air, shadows collide to made a shade that catches him in its' arms. The shadows slowly melt away, revealing the face of Shadow Milk Cookie.

"The one and only!" His signature grin stretches wide as he jostles Pure Vanilla, moving him to be slung over his shoulders. He turns on his feet, starts to fly out of the room their were in and through the castle with a almost innocent giggle.

🫂  to  pick  my  muse  up  and  twirl  them  around.

~~~

Rather than any Cookie, blue silky smooth strings appear out of the shadows, twirling Pure Vanilla Cookie. Not violently nor with any much speed at all.

( @sillysillyshadowmilkcookie )

(AUGH MY OOFMIE)

Pure Vanilla Cookie, unaware whilst reading in the comfort of his bedroom, is nearly startled out of his skin as he's suddenly hoisted into the air by strings like a puppet. Dropping his book, he looks at the strings that had appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

But he knew better. After all, who else could possibly do something like this?

"Shadow Milk Cookie?"

[sillysillyshadowmilkcookie]

more good news: finally, the fucking beach episode

Bad News, Good News and More Bad News!

Bad News: The fight that was currently ongoing has been cancelled and discontinued due to various factors (mostly due to myself and one of the other rpers low-key lost the motivation to keep going on it). I'll just have to make a long-ish story post for the end at some point later this week.

Good News: That means the next arc will begin sometime this week! Yippee!

More Bad News(?): Pure Vanilla Cookie's suffering continues.

[sillysillyshadowmilkcookie]

(( prob obvious but i'm taking an indefinite hiatus or at the very least low activity. same for the other blogs.

(( i'll be back eventually, but i don't know if it'll be soon.

(( gonna try to work on the bigger rps i got but probably won't be answering asks or starting new rps anytime soon

[sillysillyshadowmilkcookie]

📝 Sage is curious about your read on him @running2revelation

what color reminds your muse of mine?

Twin Blue.

what song reminds your muse of mine?

A Journey of Knowledge.

Not the best, but I can see a little bit of you in there!

what scent reminds your muse of mine? 

New books, freshly washed cobblestone. Wet grass.

what meme reminds your muse of mine?

Candy Apple keeps mentioning something about a Spidercookie? That one.

what sound reminds your muse of mine?

Creek waterfalls.

what setting reminds your muse of mine?

Bookstores, tea shops, hallways.

what fashion style reminds your muse of mine?

Rocco fashion. Both genders!

what feeling does your muse associate with mine?

Hmm.. tricky tricky. There's a lot of feelings that could describe you.

Poser? Posing? The act of putting up a front?

what animal does your muse associate with mine?

You remind me of a fox, really.

what holiday does your muse associate with mine?

The Winter Solstice. Old holiday, probably never even heard of it.

what season does your muse associate with mine?

Winter.

[sillysillyshadowmilkcookie]

send me   📝  and my muse will answer all applicable questions below: 

what color reminds your muse of mine?

what song reminds your muse of mine? 

what scent reminds your muse of mine? 

what meme reminds your muse of mine? 

what sound reminds your muse of mine? 

what setting reminds your muse of mine? 

what fashion style reminds your muse of mine? 

what feeling does your muse associate with mine?

what animal does your muse associate with mine?

what holiday does your muse associate with mine?

what season does your muse associate with mine?

[sillysillyshadowmilkcookie]

Sage stared down at the crumbled, jammy cookie in front of him. He couldn’t bring himself to draw any closer, despite being certain this was clearly one of Shadow Milk’s more unsettling jokes, “Haha! Yoooou got me!”

But Shadow Milk Cookie didn’t spring up. The body on the floor didn’t move at all, in fact, “Okay, so, the timing for this joke needs some work. You should probably pop up now. Shadow Milk?”

Sage swallowed, drawing closer, and catching sight of the empty space where The Soul Jam of Deceit should be and wasn’t… “Shadow Milk?!”

Was it sobbing or wet laughter as he finally reached out to touch the lifeless cookie, “Th-this isn-isn’t funny!” @running2revelation

( tw: desc. of corpse, rotting food desc., body horror(?) ) The crumbled remains of the Cookie didn't move. Not a sound, not a flicker of shadows, not even the remnants of wild magic sputtered and popped around the body. What was left anyway - Shadow Milk Cookie's dough was ripped to shreds, smashed and sliced and crumbled. Blueberry jam pooled around the remains, yet half of it was smeared onto the walls and pillars around them.

The most damning - and the most harrowing - was the Soul Jam of Deceit that laid in the middle of the massacre. No longer the deep chilling blue reminiscent of its' master, instead a white and empty gemstone shattered like the Cookie that it once called home. Soft powder dusted over most of the parts that were Shadow Milk Cookie's chest and head, barely glittering with nary a hum of life behind it, the ground-up remains of the Soul Jam painting the jam and crumbs white like the empty husk it came from.

It was silent. Not even the wind nor earth moved, magic itself refusing to hum and beat in grief for the loss of its' tender. Life itself seemed to halt the moment the Sage had spotted the left-behind crumbs, as if it and time couldn't bare to move forward without the ever-present shadow that followed it diligently. A stalker, a devil to existence, yet the absence of the villain left a harrowing hole in reality-

There was a hole. A small one, filling with sticky jam that met at its' edges, drip-dripping into the void that laid next to one of Shadow Milk Cookie's crumbled eyes. Drip, drip the almost solidified jam fell, the only sound that dared to exist in the moment. It's sound was nipped in the bud, turning silent as a overbearing presence suddenly appeared behind the Sage. Fear radiates from it, a chilling hand laying itself on the Sage's shoulder. It slowly begins to grip, hard, not stopping even as it became painful.

"Hey, D o l l \ \ | | \ \ \ \," The voice melts from behind the Sage, the hand on his shoulder dripping shadows onto the floor. The smell of rotten food and mold joins the voice, sickening and haunting. Dripping rotten-smelling shadows onto the floor, the presence leans over the Sage's side.

The beaming, smiling, living face of Shadow Milk Cookie appears. Their head is tilted at a perfect square angle, smile impossibly wide and eyes shut because of it. Still, it's almost as if he's still staring through the Sage, the frosting hair dangling languidly with half-shut eyes locked onto him.

"What'cha doing over here?" His voice is loftly, as if there's still not the smell of spoiled milk and rotting blueberry jam in the air. His hand is still in a death grip on the Sage's shoulders, "My my my! You should really let the host know when you're visiting! Otherwise, you might stumble into something you really really shouldn't have seen!"

[sillysillyshadowmilkcookie]

(( need to write smilk tormenting people. there's a significant lack of that from here. time to showcase exactly why i don't like minors on my blog.

[sillysillyshadowmilkcookie]

Cheeses, you're quite pathetic aren't you?

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ @false-ouroborus ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

I am not pathetic, it's all of these Cookies trying to vy for my affection! I'm not the one clobbering over others just to give me a kiss! In fact, wouldn't that just make me the most desirable?

Pathetic is you having to falsify yourself for any form of affection. Why not try to make yourself unique instead of stealing my valor? Maybe then Cookies would actually like you! As much of a compliment it is to have all of these cosplayers, it really goes to show how little you care about yourself.

[sillysillyshadowmilkcookie]

What was ur GPA in school nerd (also silent salt literally has been trying to call you for days, answer them :()

I invented school. I know, such a torturous idea of mine! How dare I want to give Cookies the chance to better their lives, silly me! What a mistake that was; itty-bitty Cookies spending all of their time pouring over books when they could be frolicking the fields instead without a care in the world? How malicious of me! Perhaps I need to go on a little tour of all these academies that have popped up in my absence...

Also, Silent Salt Cookie hasn't been trying to get a hold of me. What a bold faced lie! I mean, even if they were, I wouldn't answer their letters. But really, lying about trying to get in contact with me? Talk about desperate!

[sillysillyshadowmilkcookie]

You love silent salt… don’t you lil’ piss boy

I'm going to start burning these letters.

[sillysillyshadowmilkcookie]

"Bro are you okay?"

Yeah, why wouldn't I be? I'm in peak physical and mental condition! The strongest and the smartest! The most charismatic and the most dramatic! Your main character!

There's no reason why I wouldn't be okay.