#SMC

[clandestineivory]

CHAT IS THIS CANON???

HOLY FUCK STOPPP

btw here's the website: Murder Games by Orteil

[notdysfunk]

Be cringe, be free, draw yourself kissing that cookie :3

[commodorez]

Oldschool, yet anachronistic networking practices.

[clandestineivory]

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OMG

Corrupted Dark Cacao AU [Tea Party for the Fallen page 17-18]

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[arkaluca]

Bday gift to moi by moi (Mf knows i cant) 😈🍦

Mini-comic comin later…

Also a ice cream-less ver:

[rainbow-trout-art]

Twink

[allforfemeclipse]

May we present to you;

Sage of Truth × Wind Archer Cookie!

Wdk a shittass idea of our two second favorite boys

[moonnie119]

Homosexuals

[sailorsenshigifs]

[pukefactory]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ DELIGHTFUL DOWNPOUR ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

⏾⋆ Summary: Shadow Milk Cookie Tends To Your Wounds

⏾⋆ Character(s): Shadow Milk Cookie (Cookie Run)

⏾⋆ Genre: Headcannons, SFW

⏾⋆ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

⏾⋆ Image Credits: @pink-sugar & @sisterlucifergraphics

✶ “Ohhh, what’s this? A surprise performance? And I didn’t even hand you a script!” Shadow Milk Cookie’s voice laces the air like silk, but his hands tremble as they hover over your wounds. The stage was his to control, the players his to manipulate—but you? You had thrown yourself into the fray, unbidden, unscripted, unpredictable. He should be livid. Instead, he kneels beside you, a rare silence stretching between you both.

✶ For all his flamboyant showmanship, Shadow Milk Cookie’s touch is careful as he winds bandages around your wounds. He hums a tune under his breath, something eerily soft, yet the sharp glint in his mismatched eyes remains. “Ohhh, what a mess you’ve made! Ruining my perfect, perfect stage like this!” he chides, voice lilting with exaggerated disappointment. And yet, despite the theatrics, his hands do not waver.

✶ Shadow Milk Cookie thrives in illusion, in making others doubt their own senses, but he cannot lie to himself about this. He felt it—true fear. The moment you shielded him, the moment you crumpled to the ground, the moment your blood stained his harlequin attire… he had lost control. And oh, how he despised that feeling.

✶ “You’re hogging all the attention, y’know,” he pouts, tying off the last bandage with a dramatic flourish. “And here I thought I was the star!” His lips curl into a smirk, but there’s a tightness to it—something rehearsed, forced. The truth is, the mere idea of you fading from the scene unnerves him. What fun would the show be without its most intriguing audience member?

✶ Every time you wince, his grip on his staff tightens. Every time your breath hitches, the eyes hidden in his hair flicker erratically. But instead of acknowledging his concern, he laughs. Loud, sharp, grating. “My my my, such a tragic little protagonist we have here!” He claps his hands together. “Such devotion! Such foolhardy bravery! But tell me, dear, was it worth it?” He expects you to falter. Instead, you meet his gaze with steady resolve. “Yes,” you say. And for once, he has no clever retort.

✶ For all his love of deception, he hates the sight of you like this—broken, battered, bleeding. A pawn in a game he didn’t realize had begun. And worse? You’d played your part for him. Shadow Milk Cookie is no stranger to sacrifice, but yours unsettles him. Why? Why would you do this? For him? No, no, no. That’s not how the script is supposed to go.

✶ His fingers brush against your cheek, an absent-minded gesture—one he doesn’t even realize he’s doing. For a fleeting moment, the mischief in his gaze dims. “You’re ridiculous,” he mutters, shaking his head. “Absolutely absurd.” And yet, his hands linger, gripping yours with an intensity that betrays his usual nonchalance.

✶ The ones who harmed you? Oh, they will regret it. Shadow Milk Cookie is not the type to seek vengeance for others. He would sooner laugh at their misfortune than shed a tear. But for you? For you, he will rewrite the entire performance. And in this act, the antagonists will not make it to the final bow.

✶ “I’d say you owe me for this, but honestly?” He sighs, dramatically draping himself beside you. “I think I’m the one in debt here. How scandalous!” His grin is all teeth, all bravado, but his fingers curl slightly at his sides. He wants to tell you it was foolish, reckless, idiotic. But instead, he simply murmurs, “Don’t do it again.”

✶ Shadow Milk Cookie spins tales, crafts illusions, blurs the lines between reality and fiction with a flick of his wrist. But this? This moment, this raw, aching truth between you both—he cannot twist it. You, lying there, injured but alive. Him, at your side, guarding you with an intensity that terrifies even himself. “The show must go on,” he says softly, almost to himself. But for the first time in his existence, he does not want this act to end.

[clandestineivory]

JUST FINISHED EPISODE 8 🐊🐊🐊 (screenshot spoilers below)

Black Sapphire kinda intriguing me…

REF DO SOMETHING…

My god is this guy obsessed with the Soul Jam…

GET HIS ASS PV (did he get baptized or sum)

[notdysfunk]

I love clinging onto a new character and drawing him a lot then comparing one of my first to a most recent doodle of him.... cuz like HOW DID HE GET COOKIE-FIED SO FAST???

[poltechgeist]

Maybe it was a trick all along 🥲

Here’s a badge for everyone who survived the shadow milk incident earlier tonight

[fycoren]

"Should there be Deceit, I shall embrace it. Should there be Doubt, I shall accept it."

[illustrationist-of-the-stars]

If you know the song, ily <3 /j

Alternate versions under the cut:

[moonnie119]

It was torture coloring them but i hope you like it❤️