#caregiver!shadow milk cookie

[everettswritings]

Got an idea for a cute story with a dash of angst if you want

How Shadow milk became the caregiver of regressor y/n....imagine if he had freed himself from the tree (or somehow freed himself again after the events of the story) and began roaming around, doing his usual antics! He eventually reaches y/n's home town/village/well...just home. He does his antics and y/n gets so stressed out, they regress and start crying like a baby.

For Shadow milk...why do I imagine...instant switch flip. From chaotic scary jester mode...to instant funny dad mode...also can imagine Shadow milk just realizing y/n is a regressor and goes '....ok, I'm a dad now. This is my baby now. All mine.' Just instant adoption...releases everyone else because now 1000000% focus is on baby now XD.

Just think the total sudden 180 would be funny lol...

BTW to explain...dash of angst that instantly gets resolved is y/n being terrified of Shadow milk lol...like seeing him all scary with evil laughter and so on scaring y/n so much.

Whole fic time! I actually really love this idea so much, Shadow Milk accidentally adopting someone(especially Y/N) just sounds weirdly canon. (NSFW/Kink accounts DNI!)

Laughter echoed through the air of Beast-Yeast, the maniacal cackling was as loud as lightning and even more frightening than such. Somehow, some way, the Beast known as Shadow Milk Cookie had breached his prison and was now spreading horrific chaos across the land. Circus-y music was blaring loudly and the noises of various acts being performed by mind controlled cookies only added to the cacophony.

You were crouched down in the corner of your living room with your ears covered, paralyzed by fear and trying to fight off your littlespace. You naturally screamed when you heard and saw someone crashing into your home, and you couldn’t help but shake as those heterochromatic eyes locked onto you.

“Well, well, well! What do we have here?!” Laughed the jester causing this madness as he approached you, fully intending to pull you into this like everyone else. You couldn’t hold it back anymore and involuntarily went into littlespace, instantly bursting into scared tears… somehow it made the jester pause in his advance. A look of concern spread across his usually-grinning face as he saw your tears rolling down your cheeks. He felt a pang inside him; but a pang of what? Guilt? Regret? He couldn’t quite decipher it, as it was probably a mixture of many emotions- he couldn’t recall the last time he felt something other than anger or manic joy. He crouched down in an attempt to look less threatening, feeling another wave of this emotion crashing down as you looked over with misted eyes. The jester gave a weak smile, “Hey, lil’ one… It’s alright. You’re alright…” He reached out for you, but you shrunk away. He retracted his hand and paused to think of how to turn your frown upside down.

The Beast’s grin returned to their face as a lightbulb went off; a puppet show! A puppet show was the perfect idea! They pulled a couple puppets out of thin air, clearing their throat to do the appropriate voices, which caught your attention again. One puppet was a baker and the other was just an ordinary guy- where would this go? The baker puppet held up a cupcake with a sleepy face stitched into the felt: “Here you go!” The baker said “One dozin’ cupcake!”, the ordinary guy grumbled “I said one dozen cupcakes!”.

You couldn’t suppress your giggles. The bit was a little dumb, sure, but it was still funny! At least to a regressed you. Shadow Milk Cookie’s grin widened with genuine affection and he decided to keep going, he kept pulling out assorted puppets and performing silly skits with them in order to make you laugh. Eventually, you decided to finally approach the jester and threw your arms around him in a hug. Although Shadow Milk Cookie was a bit surprised, he couldn’t say no to seeing you smile or hugging you back.

“Thank you, you’ve been such a wonderful audience!” They laughed, giving your little head a pat and handing you a little kettle-corn to snack on. As you graciously munched on the sweet treat, they breathed a relieved sigh that you calmed down. Maybe that’s what the pang was- a paternal feeling. They pulled you onto their lap and ruffled your hair.

“I guess I’m a dad now, huh?” They grinned.

That’s all! Ahh! Loved this, loved this, LOVED THIS! Thank you for the request! Have a good one 🫶

[artzary]

crawls out of the shadows

my god I've been really inactive and im sorry fam,,,, school has me extremely drained but not drained enough for ART!!

so without further ado...

Take your dang Regressor ! Shadow Milk Cookie

Headcanon time babyy!!

Regresses to around 1 to 3 years old

Usually the other Beasts take care of the little jester, but sometimes Pure Vanilla Cookie will stay with him if the others aren't available

Openly uses pacifiers when little. He likes having something in his mouth whenever he's feeling small

He'll entertain his toys from time to time. His caregivers will usually sit in on this and give the toys personalities and make them come alive!

very picky about his food when regressed. If it looks yucky, smells yucky, or just isnt what he wanted, he will NOT eat it. at all.

However, he adores naptime. All he needs to fall asleep is a stuffie and any warm blanket or quilt, and he's out.

if they have to go out, he'll CLING to his caregiver, not liking people he doesn't know see him small.

When its Silent Salt Cookie taking care of him, (live love ShadowSalt), he likes to hide in his cape, laughing when he acts like he doesn't know where his baby is.

His favorite shows to watch when little are probably things like Little Charmers, or Octonauts.

It feels good to be somewhat back, but I'm on mobile yippiee! I love all you goobers, and Thank You for supporting my blog. Truly, it means the world to me!! I'll be trying to get through requests, so keep an eye out, haha!

Lots of Love , Ary /p /vpos

[cowboy-kidd]

complicit // a regressor bruce wayne & caregiver alfred pennyworth drabble (pt. 4)

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—DNI NSFW—

The bags are heavy when they fall into the well worn crannies of his fingers. He doesn’t ask Bruce for help, the boy is asleep and Alfred would appreciate it if it stayed that way. (He is hit with an overwhelming sensation of deja vu that digs into his chest like that of a prairie dog. There is the premonition that this deja vu will continue long into the night.)

The rain caresses the awning of the house loudly, the lightning painting its way across the world in a bright flash of cool white light. When the front door is shut behind him and he manages to shed his plethora of layers- there is the shadow of his young charge down the hall that quickly disappears. The pitter patter of bare feet has him sighing out into the open. The house is cold, the floor is even colder. Bruce will, without a doubt, be sick by tomorrow. Still, he grabs the paper bags by their strained handles and moves towards the kitchen, he’s got a job to do.

As expected, the boy is nowhere in sight by the time he makes it to his actual destination. He sets the paper bags down with a huff and wipes imaginary dust off of his slacks. His eyes drag from the window held above the kitchen sink to the apron. It is hung on the pantry door. A soft off-white, colorful mismatch patchings neatly sewed into the fabric from accidents many years before, a weary embroidery of soft purple and black flowers making a home at the hip of it.

Has it really been that long? Had Martha and Thomas been gone for that long? The apron was by no means recent, but the jelly stain from when they were still alive is much less prominent than before. The marmalade markings (soft chubby fingers grabbing onto the fabric surface only to slip off because of their messiness. To have the material soak up into its fibers the tartness of a fresh batch.) had all but gone.

His hands are shaking again, breath caught in his throat. Still he reaches out for it, still he slips it over his head and grabs the thin strings, expertly tying them into a nice knot against his back. He cannot make out the past from the present. The laughter from the quiet. The boiling pot that he puts upon the hot burner- that this very apron had been scorched by. Unsure if he’s been burned or not, he grabs two ice cubes and places them on his open palms, watches as the cold burns and melts his skin. The kitchen is no place to lose himself.

When the apron doesn’t feel as heavy as the present and said present isn’t enmeshed with the past he makes way for the binky and bottles he’s bought. He remembers very well how to sanitize them and carefully drops them into the boiling hot water. They fall into the liquid with a soft plop sound. He stares into the wildly moving water, the steam pressing into his nose.

And then the oven beeps and he’s folding the rest of the paper bags down and stuffing them into their designated cabinet. The cookies come out as they always do, the familiar scent coaxing out more warm, painful memories. He frowns, rethinking his choices. But the memory of Martha makes a vicarious reemergence—Her smile sharp and kind whenever she talked about her baby—and Alfred is quickly pouring sweetened milk into a sippy cup and plating four cookies onto a sectioned dish.

His loafers come onto the carpeted hallway with a muffled shuffle. He gets to his charges’ room quicker than expected and hesitates. The day is gloomy and the lights have long gone unused so no shadows can be seen under doorways. Alfred still feels exposed. Left out in the open to fend for himself—in a way, that is exactly what has happened.

Nonetheless he places the cookies, sippy cup, new coloring books and their accessories on a silver platter beside the door and knocks. Then he pivots and walks away.

[ihatefortnite1]

Little!Eternal Sugar Cookie Headcanons

I decided to delete the poll and just spin a wheel and it landed on Little!Eternal Sugar, so… here it goes!

Regresses to 7 years old, so she’s the youngest of the Little!Beasts

Very, VERY clingy. It’s almost impossible to get her off your back! She’s always trying to keep you nearby!

Constant. Licks. Your face will be absolutely COVERED in slobber at the end of the day

Loves when you pat her head, she’ll softly purr

Surprisingly energetic for the Beast of Sloth. Ironic, right?

Also really emotional. The slightest scolding will have her in a puddle of tears, crying for Little!Shadow Milk, who regresses to 13 years old, so he’s the only teenager of the Little!Beasts

While she isn’t prone to rough play, she does try to ride Cream Wolves from time to time, usually resulting in a scuffle

Extremely quiet. I’d actually go out on a limb to say that she goes almost nonverbal when regressed

Her hobby when regressed is making bracelet charms for her caregivers, and she’s actually really good at it, and you wouldn’t think so, for a 7 year old regressor

[jellyfish-nursery]

I’m becoming sosososo obsessed with Shadow Milk Cookie,,, He’s so silly,, Maybe I should make caregiver hcs for him,, or something with him.

[sisyphus-prime]

Shadow Milk Cookie?

First impression

Ohhhh my god, what a fucking FREAK <3

Impression now

OHHH MY GOD WHAT A GAY LITTLE FREAK <3 <3 <3

Favorite moment

The game show host bit. Dude why are you talking like that. Dork

Idea for a story

[Loud incorrect buzzer] or [LOUDER incorrect buzzer] or one of those sentient program aus but he's a desktop helper trying sososososo hard to get the user to download the other malware beasts. I dunno

Unpopular opinion

The type thats too manic to be in a healthy relationship. "Maybe I'll fuck him, that'll calm him down" congrats you made him worse somehow. Also sorry he wouldn't be a good caregiver or father. He wouldn't. Sorry.

Favorite relationship

I find his dynamic with White Lily holding more interest potential than with Pure Vanilla. Girl has issues he can quite readily poke at, while PV is quicker to adapt

Favorite headcanon

Aroallo. Genderfluid. The first beast to get fucked up, but due to it being lies he didn't present it visually, and was actively helping push the other beasts to their own corruption. Oopsie

[everettswritings]

Not gonna lie o had an idea for something cute....as a story lol! Shadow milk tickling his regressed y/n lol! Like say he is y/n's care giver and y/n is playing like usual when Shadow milk decides to play tickle monster....can't help but wonder how Shadow milk will react to y/n, instead of acting scared of the 'monster', instead giggles and does grabby hands to him because y/n loves Shadow milk, their caregiver lol!

Also I'm guessing y/n would get lots of hugs and kisses once tickling is over, would they? Lmao!

Let’s go! I’ve been waiting for something like this! (NSFW/Kink accounts DNI)

For everything that Shadow Milk Cookie was, a bad caregiver wasn’t one of them. In fact, it would be easy to argue that he was the best out there! He just adored you, he adored taking care of you, and every second spent with you was more precious than diamonds or gold. Especially every second of play time.

He had sat you down on the carpeted floor of the living room, then sat down on the couch to keep a watchful eye on you- until you wanted him to join in, that is. You picked up a couple toys and began to fiddle with them, not showing that much interest, you always preferred playing with Shadow Milk Cookie. He was just more fun! You set your toys down after a couple minutes and climbed up on the couch to be with him, he laughed a little and scooped you up.

”Aww! Is it my time to shine, jingle bell?” He grinned and you nodded, he chuckled again and situated you on his lap, now putting his hand to his chin in a faux-thoughtful expression. “Now what should we play?” He tapped his chin, then the jester’s grin suddenly grew wider than before, “I know!” They exclaimed dramatically, their fingers starting to wiggle like snakes. “Y/N Cookie! Look out!” Your caregiver’s hands started to tickle attack your sides “Here comes the tickle monster!” They laughed as you squealed and started to giggle adorably. You laughed and laughed, enjoying this game. You started to reach up for him, making the jester’s smile soften a little, he could never say no to those little grabby hands! They planted a kiss on your forehead, but their tickling didn’t cease; actually, it was quite the opposite. “Oh no! He’s gonna give you a raspberry!” Shadow Milk Cookie took a deep breath of air and blew a raspberry all over your tummy, making you squeal and laugh even harder.

After a couple more raspberries, the game was over, and he pulled you in closer and peppered more kisses all over your forehead. “You’re such a sweetie, jingle bell. I love you.” He rubbed your back, helping you catch those last little bits of breath, you smiled at him and replied in a tiny voice “I love you, too.”. They gave you another forehead kiss, and the rest of play time was spent cuddling that day.

AHHHH! I loved writing that! Thank you! Okay, that’s all, folks. Have a good one 🫶