#I'm imagining that I could actually draw Shadow Milk

[crowmise]

I like to think Shadow Milk has majestic flowy hair back then, but now he just has a crap ton of hair gel(?) in his hair.

[formerlycookierunauprompts]

okay so i am a little idea box of trash just a warning-

buttt can you do a little thing where shadow milk cookie fights his corruption in a random fight or something and i imagine it would be painful and there would be like really obvious things that point to it like his power or size changing or glitching as well as him doubling over in pain or something. ^^ just a random idea i had while drawing you dont have to do it but i would appreciate it if you did!

Oooo! That's a great idea!

Requested Prompts #4 - 💔

TW - Emetophobia/vomit.

(hopefully this works.)

Shadow Milk Cookie grunted, hitting his head against the floor. There was that annoying little voice in his ears again, and this time it seemed to have a lot more bite than it did bark. " I'm not going to let you keep doing this!" The voice yelled, so little goody-two shoes wanted to fight now, huh? Couldn't he have done this at literally any other time? " Oh? You think that you can stop me?" He cackled to himself. " And what makes now different than any other time we've fought? Nothing, that's what. So why don't you just shut up and play your part?" He hissed out. The sudden pain he felt quickly told him that the last shred of his former self would not be doing as he was told. He falls to his knees, oh by the witches does his body suddenly hurt. He wheezes, since when was little goody-two shoes so strong? All of his power had been corrupted, right? Unless... He swore he'd felt an odd presence within his mind, could it be that the new holder of his soul jam had- No, it wouldn't be possible, right? " You little brat-" He spat, clutching his head as he doubled over with only a single arm to stop him from completely falling onto the ground while the other clutched his head. He could feel how his other self was struggling to escape the shadows and get back in control, and he certainly did not like it one bit. The others didn't have to deal with the struggle of containing their former selves, so why the hell did he have to? Was he just... weaker than them?- no, he refuses to believe that. He lets out a grunt of pain, already feeling his body fluctuate between various different sizes. He feels like he's going to throw up, in fact he probably will if this keeps up. He collapses onto his hands and knees as he gags on whatever's building in his throat. And then, once returned to his regular, gigantic size, he throws up. The black, shadowy mass filled with blue eyes leaves his body in clumps. It's not all of his corruption, no, it's not even a decent chunk. But what actually disturbed him was what else was inside that mess of darkness. There was a cookie, or rather, there was a physical form of his former self. Slowly, it stirred awake. It's eyes adjusting to the sunlight in the first time in ages. Shadow Milk Cookie growled with anger, causing the small fraction of himself to shriek. " You...!"

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Or, Hero Shadow Milk finally gets out! Beast Shadow Milk isn't too pleased however...