#Smc

[snkb1tes]

shadow milk... my beloved

[novabard]

Hey guys is this safe place//

Because I despise shadowsuger like bro I don't get it the hype and for the fact that they are already turning shadow milk cookie into some basic straight boy like stopppp!!!! That's not him he is implied to be queer and able to shapeshift 😭 I swear to God if they take way any of queerness he has I am done 💀 also the Mischaractsion of eternal suger??? (Yes I know we still don't know lot about her character but people have been reduceing her character that's always sleeping)

Also this goes out to any form Mischaractsion of shadow milk cookie no he won't wear basic ahh outfit no he not going wear Nike's if he was human.

Be frr he is fashionable he made black sapphire and apple candy their gorgeous outfits ��

So is going be wearing the most fashionable clothing out there to me I think he would wear blue tones of dark academy aesthetic or ouji fashion :)

ALSO!!! pls be respectful this not out for anyone is just I am quite pissed off on how there treating shadow milk cookies fashion tast 💀

Also also he would wear dresses

He would sever cunt in those dresses bro

[moonnie119]

Homosexuals

[sailorsenshigifs]

[notdysfunk]

You'll find me waiting in the wings...

Wanted to redraw this one shot from SHANDZII'S ANIMATIC <- GO WATCH ITTTT

[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.

[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:

[odileeclipse]

I'm gonna freaking eat your works.....

(this is mildly wordy It's like 2am and I have a lot to say)

I'm a big big BIGGGGG sucker for a good Shmilk or Pure ganilla fic....and wow you delivered.....🤤🤤

Big thank you for keeping me entertained for a good hour, that's a struggle for me LMAO I loved your writing, and the way you wuold describe his voice being all wispy and spooky; really added to the overall vibe of the fic and I really did like it :3

If you don't mindsies, I'd love to request something from you as well (o゜▽゜)o☆ As previously stated in a comment somewhere, angst makes me SO happy to write/read....the in-depth details people can do with emotions makes me so HEAHEHHAEHAEHEHAHEAHEH in a /pos way....

So! I would like to hhhhhhumbly request some good old fashioned Shmilky angst! Or, if you'd prefer to write Pure vanilla that's cool tooo!!!! I don't really mind what *type* of angst, just angst 🤤 I try to give writers creative freedom, but I'd adore some loss/unable to cope with loss of a loved one.....whatever works ;b ANYWAYS! LOVE YOUR WORK AND YOU'RE VERY COOL!!!!! 💥💥💥💥

The Puppet and the Fool

A tragedy in One Last Breath

A/N You're right there's been too much happiness on this blog time to fix that.

You were never supposed to last. From the moment you met Shadow Milk Cookie, you had been a mere curiosity, a spectator drawn into his ever-moving spire, his ever-deceiving carnival of illusions. And yet, somehow, you had done the impossible you had slipped between the cracks of his carefully constructed reality, nestled yourself in the spaces he hadn’t meant for anyone to occupy. It had started as a game, like all things with him did. "Oh? What’s this? A little spectator who doesn’t flee at the first trick? How rare!" His voice had slithered around you, a serpent’s coil laced with amusement and something sharper, something dangerous. Others feared him, reviled him, whispered of his cruelty in hushed tones. But you, oh, you were foolish. Foolish enough to laugh, to poke at his ego, to challenge him in ways no one else dared.

He had never asked you to stay. Never invited you into his world of trickery and taunts. And yet, there you were, day after day, watching his performances with something that was not admiration, not fear just an amused understanding. "And what, pray tell, keeps you lurking about, dear audience?" he would purr, flourishing his staff. "Surely, you have places far safer than my den of illusions." You had only shrugged, smiling faintly. "Your shows are entertaining." "A high compliment, indeed!" He placed a hand over his chest in mock gratitude. "But beware! The greatest trick of all is never knowing whether you’ve already become part of the act!" "I think I’ll take my chances." Foolish. But he liked that about you. And so, your presence became a fixture, something woven into the very script of his performances. He would create grand illusions, dazzling lights and twisting realities, and you would be there, arms crossed, shaking your head with a knowing smile. "Too much?" he would ask, grinning. "You always overdo it," you would reply. It became a game one he never admitted he enjoyed far too much. And, without realizing it, he began making his performances for you.

"I see through your tricks, Shadow Milk. You’re not as unpredictable as you think." That had caught his attention. You played along, indulged his theatrics, yet somehow remained separate from them. You saw through him in ways that unnerved him, as if you knew where the real strings were pulled. But instead of cutting them, you simply held them, quietly watching as he tangled himself in his own illusions. You became a regular in his performances, not as an unwilling participant, not as a victim, but as something else entirely. A quiet presence beside him, a soft counter to his grandiosity. A knowing smile when his lies got too elaborate, a gentle nudge when his mind grew too tangled in its own web. And somehow, he let you stay. Because for all his lies, you never demanded the truth from him. And for all his illusions, you never asked him to be anything but himself. Looking back, the signs had been small, quiet things, easy to dismiss, easier to ignore. The way your hand would tremble when reaching for his. The way your breath sometimes came too short, too shallow, even when you stood still. The way your laughter, once bright and full, became something softer, something restrained. "Tired already, my dear? We’ve barely begun the show!" he would tease, twirling his staff, watching as you paused to catch your breath. And you, ever the fool, would grin and wave him off. "Maybe you should carry me, then." "Oh-ho! A tempting proposition! But I’d hate to spoil you."

He had never thought much of it. Cookies grew weary. They faltered. It was natural. It wasn’t until he noticed the way you hid it the way you swallowed the winces, the way you steadied yourself against walls when you thought he wasn’t looking that something cold and unfamiliar began to fester in the back of his mind. Doubt. A word he despised when it came to you. But it remained. And yet, he never asked. Because asking would mean acknowledging. And acknowledging would mean accepting. So he let the show go on, even as the cracks in the stage deepened beneath your feet. Now, as you lay in his arms, the truth he had refused to see wrapped around him like chains, dragging him into a reality he would not accept. You had always been dying. And he had never noticed. Or rather he had never allowed himself to notice. "You lied to me," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. You managed the smallest of smiles, though it barely reached your eyes. "I didn't lie." "But you didn't tell me." His grip tightened, his mismatched eyes wild, frantic, unblinking. "You let me play my part, let me prance about like a fool while you-" He choked on his words. "Why?"

You exhaled, slow, tired. "Because I knew you’d react like this." The laugh that tore from his throat was anything but amusement. "You-!" His voice cracked, and he had to swallow down the wreckage threatening to spill. "You knew and you still…" His breath shuddered. "Why didn’t you tell me?!" You hesitated. Not because you didn’t have an answer, but because you did. And he wasn’t ready for it. "Because I didn’t want my last moments to be a performance," you murmured. Your fingers brushed against his cheek, weak, barely there. "I wanted to just… be with you." Something shattered inside him.

All those stolen moments, every laugh, every conversation, every quiet night beneath an illusory sky of his own making they had been real. You had given him something real. And now you were taking it away. His breath came quick, shallow. His grip on you was desperate, as if holding you tighter could keep you anchored to him, to this world. "No, no, no, I won’t let you—" "Shadow Milk." His name had never sounded so soft. So final. You smiled. "I love you." And then, stillness. The silence was deafening. Shadow Milk Cookie did not move. Did not breathe. Did not accept. His jester’s hat had long since fallen, forgotten on the cold ground. The ghostly eyes in his hair flickered wildly, their gazes darting in all directions, uncertain, uncomprehending. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t real. The story wasn’t supposed to end this way. He clutched your body tighter, rocking slightly, his voice barely above a whisper. "You’re still here." A statement. A fact. A truth. Or perhaps, the most desperate lie he had ever told. "You’re just waiting for your cue. That’s all this is." His tone was light, theatrical, forced. "A clever little act oh, how you’ve fooled me this time, my dear!" His mismatched eyes gleamed, too wide, too bright. "But the show must go on." There was no response. Yet he continued, undeterred. "I’ll give the next line, then! What a generous performer I am!" A sharp, broken laugh left him. "You’ll wake up soon. You always do." The world did not answer. But he did not listen. Because Shadow Milk Cookie was a liar, a master of illusion, a weaver of truths and falsehoods alike. And so he told himself the greatest lie of all. That you were still there. That you had never left. That the final act had not yet begun. And as the silence stretched on, swallowing the stage whole, he did what he had always done. He played his part. And waited for you to play yours.

[moonnie119]

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

[sailorsenshigifs]

[notdysfunk]

Had a random idea after you started posting some CRK stuff that I thought I'd share...

Pure Vanilla Sun and Shadow Milk Moon. I just think it would be neat lol

BUT OF COURSE!!! 🌈🍪☀️🌙

vvv Single closeupz vvv

This is an amazing idea!! Sorry for not getting to you sooner, I've been busy this past week 😵‍💫

I've actually been wanting to do this for a bit,✍️✍️You gave me the excuse to go ahead and doodle them though, and I'm very happy with how they came out!! I tried to mix their colours with their og colours, but ended up liking the normal palette on their own!! They work so well as these two, Enjoy hehe 💞🍪☀️🌙

[pukefactory]

hey.... I would like a Deceit Trio+ Reader who has N(Murder Drones😈) personality. Looks like a cinnamon roll, would kill you. (Gelp)

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ DECEITFUL DROMEDA ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

⏾⋆ Summary: A Compilation of Headcannons Featuring The Deceit Trio X Reader Who Looks Like A Sweet Person, But Would Actually Kill Others

⏾⋆ Character(s): Black Sapphire Cookie (Cookie Run), Candy Apple Cookie (Cookie Run), Shadow Milk Cookie (Cookie Run)

⏾⋆ Genre: Headcannons, SFW

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

✶ Shadow Milk Cookie figured it out almost instantly. Oh, how fun! A darling Cookie with honeyed words and a giggle sweet enough to rot teeth—yet, beneath that, a predator in powdered sugar. “Ahh, you’re just like me,” he croons, eyes glinting like shattered glass. He sees through your deception, but does he mind? Oh, no. If anything, he revels in it. How delightful it is to spin a tale where no one suspects the wolf dressed in frosting!

✶ “You’re dangerous. I like that,” Black Sapphire Cookie hums, voice laced with amusement as he idly spins his microphone between his fingers. He doesn’t care for virtue, honesty, or justice—he only cares about a good show. And you? You’re a walking plot twist, the kind that leaves audiences gasping. He’ll whisper rumors about you just to see how the world reacts. The best part? No one will believe a single one. Who would suspect such a sweetheart?

✶ Candy Apple Cookie adores you. “You’re like a candy apple with a razor blade inside! Hee hee! Just like me!” she sings, clinging to your arm. She drags you into her mischief, delighting in the way you smile so kindly before striking without mercy. “Betcha taste even sweeter with a little bit of deception!” she teases, licking her lips. She’s convinced you’re soulmates—twins in trickery.

✶ Shadow Milk watches you like a cat with a trapped bird. Oh, the duality of your nature intrigues him! A lie within a lie, a darling assassin wrapped in bows and pleasantries. “Tell me, little one,” he muses, leaning in with a lazy smirk, “do you ever tire of pretending?” He already knows the answer, but he loves watching you act. After all, a performer can’t stop the show.

✶ The best rumors are the ones no one believes. And you? You’re the juiciest secret Black Sapphire has ever uncovered. He enjoys dropping hints, little breadcrumbs leading nowhere. “Did you hear? The sweetest Cookie in town is hiding something deliciously wicked…” But of course, who would take Black Sapphire Cookie seriously? Lies are his trade, and the best lies are the ones dressed as jokes.

✶ “You don’t have to pretend around me, you know,” Candy Apple chirps, eyes twinkling with something unreadable. She’s peeled back the sugary layers of your act, and she loves what’s underneath. “It’s sooo fun watching you work! You’re like a surprise inside a candy box—except, oopsie! Someone might lose a finger!” She adores playing your shadow, watching you charm others before turning the tables.

✶ Your deception is artful, elegant, nearly as beautiful as Shadow Milk’s own. He finds himself testing you, toying with you, tempting you. How far will you go? How deep do your secrets run? “Oh, what a wonderful, wicked little thing you are,” he coos, voice dripping with amusement. You’re one of his favorite stories—so, so deliciously twisted.

✶ “You’re unpredictable. That makes you dangerous.” Black Sapphire’s usual script is built on knowing the outcome, but you? You throw his rhythm off just enough to make him interested. Black Sapphire Cookie enjoys control, but he’s willing to let you take the stage. Just once. Just to see how you’ll perform. And if you impress him? Oh, he might just rewrite the whole show for you.

✶ “Let’s do something fun,” Candy Apple whispers, dragging you along with gleeful eyes. “Something really sweet. Really sticky.” She giggles, twirling around you as if she doesn’t notice the way your eyes gleam when you smile. The two of you are chaos incarnate, a pretty little disaster wrapped in ribbons and grins. Oh, the world has no idea what’s coming.

✶ Shadow Milk’s hands rest over yours, leading you in a slow, taunting waltz. “I wonder,” he muses, his tone lilting, “when will the mask slip?” He dips you low, watching the way you refuse to falter. “Or… do you even have a real face beneath it?” His laughter is soft, intoxicating, and yet—he knows. The best performers never reveal the truth.

[uchikudxku]

HIIII ( ˆ𐃷ˆ) .ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ I WANT TO MAKE A DRAWING OF Y/N (or my oc.... ) X SMC SO FREAKING BAD ITS INSANE.... YALL NEED TO GIVE SOME IDEAS TO DRAW HIM HEHEHE (Headcanons or even ideas for mini comics idk whatever you want :3)

(OR EVEN Y/N X ANY COOKIE :PP)

smc x oc drawing bc why not heheh :3

[poltechgeist]

Shadowvanilla Mesmerizer for PV's win 💙