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[thundergoodspeed]

i wish people would let creators finish their fucking stories

[starlight727]

A little gift

Shadow Milk Cookie x reader fic (Chapter 2 - Theater of Lies)

Part 1 (you are here)

Part 2

Part 3

You and the Brave Gang, Pure Vanilla, White Lily and Elder Faerie were all making your way to the HUGE theater that Shadow Milk had set up after escaping from the Silver Tree. The stage was beautifully and masterfully decorated, every detail of it was perfect, just what Shadow Milk was looking for in the stage that would help depict his side of the story, the story about the day the Beasts got sealed in the tree sooo unfairly.

When everyone reached the stage, you all had a couple of minutes to sit back, relax and get comfortable before the show started. Everyone stayed alert for any possible surprise attacks from the Jester, but you decided to sit down and wait instead. Out of everyone in the team, you were the only one who was actually interested in the show and learning about Shadow Milk more, perhaps you were having some... feelings after you two first met when he broke out of the Tree. His whole demeanor caught your attention and you couldn't help but stare in awe at him, he definitely noticed this and seemed to smile at you, something that made your heart jump in shock and excitement!

You seemed to smile at the memory of the encounter, it was like you were in a trance, the others noticed this and came closer to you to ask.

"Hey Y/N Cookie, what's got you smiling like that?" asked Strawberry Cookie

"Yeah, you look unusually happy despite everything that's going on right now." added Wizard Cookie. Their questions made you snapped out of your thoughts.

"Wha-? Oh! Sorry guys, I was just thinking about something funny, that's all!" you answered with a nervous chuckle.

"Hmm, alright but be careful, we have to stay alert, we don't know what that weird clown has in store for us" Wizard replied.

His response made you feel upset a bit, it made you wanna correct him by telling him the name and actual role of the Beast of Deceit. Almost as if... you were defending him... ok no, this is going too far, you have to calm yourself before you do anything stupid, so you keep your thoughts to yourself and close your mouth.

You hear circus music coming from the theater, something that made everyone jump a bit, everyone was so on edge, but you weren't, you were getting excited because the show was about to start! The lights dimmed and a spotlight aimed at the theater curtains. Shadow Milk Cookie presented himself and a round of applause could be heard from different directions, even you were clapping and cheering for him! Your friends could tell there was something wrong with you.

After the first act of the play ended and the stage curtains closed, everyone was preparing for the next act, they were feeling anxious and a bit impatient. You, on the other hand, were walking around in one spot, thinking about how fun and exciting the show was. It made you unable to stop thinking about Shadow Milk Cookie, how funny and clever he is, how smart and talented and... handsome and dreamy and charming and... WHOA OK!! Getting a little too deep in thought there, better slow down before someone notices you swooning and sighing over the jester you were supposed to help take down.

But as you stopped those thoughts from taking over your mind, you noticed something moving in the corner of your eye. You looked over to the left and saw a jester-hatted jack-in-the-box puppet waving at you and signaling you to come over to where it was. You made sure no one was watching you and made your way there. When you got close to the puppet, it greeted you with a bow, which made you bow back and chuckle a bit, the puppet giggled with one hand on its mouth and another behind its back in response.

"Ok, I'm here, did you want to tell me something?" you asked curiously.

Then the puppet rummaged in its box and pulled out a soft black and blue jester hat with blueberry bells on its tips, just for you. You gasped quietly as to not alert your team, then you took the hat.

"Is this for me?" you asked, and the puppet nodded in agreement.

"Aww, thank you, little puppet!" you answered as you put on the hat.

It was a perfect fit, and it smelled like something... it smelled like... blueberry milk! The scented hat put you in a calm mood as you enjoyed the smell and sighed deeply.

You wanted to show your gratitude to the puppet, so after checking that nobody was watching you, you leaned over and gave a tender little kiss on its forehead. The puppet was surprised by your gentle action and pulled its hat over its flustered face to cover it, you giggled at the action and the puppet slowly hid in its box afterwards.

"Aw, don't worry, it's ok!" you said softly as you cupped the puppet's cheeks and gently nuzzled its head.

A few moments later, the stage curtains were lit up by a spotlight, the next act was starting soon!

"Oh, the show's about to start again!" you said, looking at the stage.

"It was so nice meeting you, little puppet, and thank you so much for the gift, bye!" you waved goodbye as you walked closer to your team, the puppet waving back as you left, you thought you saw it sigh sadly, but Gingerbrave stopped you from asking yourself if it actually did that.

"Whoa, cool hat Y/N Cookie!" said Gingerbrave excitedly.

"Oh, uhh, thanks!" you said in a calm tone, hoping no one would ask you where you got it from.

"Say, where did you get it?" of course it had to be Wizard Cookie who asked.

"I... found it. On the floor. I thought it was cool so I... decided to take it with me." you answered with a nervous chuckle.

But before Wizard could ask more questions on it, a thundering and charismatic voice resonated through the land.

"Ok, my dear audience!! Everyone get back to your seats and STAY QUIET, for the show is about to begin~!" said Shadow Milk Cookie after hearing the 3 Cookies talking while he made preparations for the show. Everyone just stayed silent afterwards, thank the stars.

Although, he noticed you wearing the hat that puppet gave you. Little did you know that he was disguised as that very same puppet! He did it because after your first meeting, he couldn't help but feel attached to you, a Cookie who showed no signs of fear and cowardice when he returned, it intrigued him. He wanted to know more about you and your nature, so he turned himself into the jack-in-the-box puppet you met and called you over. He bowed, saw you chuckle and bow (which made him blush and genuinely smile a bit, but luckily for him, the puppet form hid that), gave you the hat, saw how happy you were, and felt your kiss on his forehead and your gentle touch on his cheeks (he felt shocked from all of this, feeling his face burn from all the sudden affection, the soft look in your eyes made him feel like he was melting inside, he found himself enjoying this so much).

He remembered all of that from just looking at you with that silly hat, including the part when you left... He had never felt like this before, it all felt new to him after being imprisoned in the Tree for so long, he hasn't felt like this since before he got corrupted... it felt amazing... and comforting. When you waved goodbye and left, he couldn't help himself. He felt sad, lonely, like a string that was holding you two together was cut off so abruptly that it hurt him, he yearned for your voice, your touch, your whole self, he wanted... no... he needed you.

He sighed loudly, which made his audience question in their heads why he did that. He caught their confused looks, gasped silently, cleared his throat and composed himself. Now was not the time to be sappy, he had a show to put on, and by the stars he was gonna put on a captivating one. Maybe, after everything ends, and he finally gains his freedom by killing Elder Faerie, then maybe... he could reunite with you again... only time will tell.

[mercy-love-joy]

Small Snippet of BAAU mini-fic idea

BAAU belongs to @cuppajj

premise: Frigid Cacao Cookie sees a tiny baby

He stands over the crib, his face shadowed by his lock locks while his hands stay by his side. He dares not move nor touch the crib, even though he has control over his frost powers- he would rather not turn the infant into ice and the boy merely wiggles and flaps his arms at the king. His small chocolate eyes stare at the silent king while small horns poking out from behind his curly whip of chocolate icing. He is almost a picture-perfect image of his father while he holds his mother’s dough. The king blinks slowly, trying to keep himself from falling into a pit of rage or frost that could kill everyone in the room, including the weakened mother. Choco Bow hasn’t moved since she finished feeding the small minotaur. 

Her body was weak from the long hours of labor and even when she was feeding the infant, she was drowsy and nearly falling faint from holding the infant. The king received word from the oozes who peeked into the room to see the advisors and Second Watcher helping the new father adjust his newborn in his arms while also attending to the mother as she finally fell asleep to recover from her motherly duties. 

None of the cookies were expecting to see the king at the door to the mother’s room until the First Watcher opened the door and shouted in surprise. The infant was just placed to sleep, although awoken by the shout, and the cookies quickly bowed or stood off to the side to give the king his space. The quiet king didn’t do much beyond bowing back to his advisors and then moving towards the crib, where Chocolate Yule had to be warned to not approach the king. 

The miniature minotaur snorts a puff of warm breath as he wiggles his arms, reaching for the king who stares so blankly at the boy. It makes the boy whine then start to cry, unhappy about the lack of attention he was receiving from the king. The frozen cookie didn’t react upon the small wail but the mother did. Choco Bow woke from her slumber and turned her head to see the king hovering over her newborn, watching him cry and wiggle for some warmth or love from someone. Choco Bow strung herself up and it caused a few to whisper shouts at her to lay down but even when her beloved stepped forward to grab her, the frost started to crackle along the floor. The king warned the cookies to not come near him. Choco Bow ignored the others and appeared by the king’s side, she scooped up her newborn and tucked him to her chest, her loose clothing on her top becoming undone by the infant’s wiggling but he quickly stopped when he recognized his mother. 

The infant giggled. It was loud and clear, like bells ringing in a courtyard. The king raises his head to the new mother and the baby who snorts and giggles, the room filled with sounds of joy and happiness shining like the sun. Choco Bow bows her head to the king as she looks at her son, who blinks at her with such wide eyes, then her eyes glanced to the king who stared solely on the infant. 

Maybe she was singing a death wish to herself and her child.

Maybe she was delirious from the medicine and the long labor hours. 

Or perhaps she was someone who recognizes a cookie who wants to hold an infant. 

The new mother stepped to the king, her feet touching the ice but it did not swallow her being, she steps closer to the king who adjusts his body to face her, neither speaking as the mother is mere inches of turning to ice or dying by the king’s silence. The mother stands before the king, her arms shakily offering the infant who immediately is fascinated by the king, the cold king doesn’t respond- as he stands there- unmoving. The advisors would have said that Choco Bow was asking for an early grave but yet, they were surprised to find the infant boy being scooped up by the king and held in the perfect position. His part acting perfect to support the baby’s head, he holds him with such ease and it reminds the cookies in the room that the king had to do this once before with the prince. 

Now he does it again with an infant of another cookie. 

The smaller cookie giggles, laughing as they reach up to the king, wishing nothing more than to touch his face. But his Majesty does not allow him to do such, so the baby grabs onto one of the long strands of the king’s hair and he grips it like an iron grip, refusing to let go as he kicks. The king blinks slowly at the boy, watching the life in his eyes gleam like the sun while his face illuminated the room with a tender glow. He pats the baby’s back who squirms at the ticklish delight, and then, the boy is returned to the mother. Choco Bow takes her son and holds him as the baby takes the warmth of his mother to feed. 

The quiet cookie steps back and bows to the mother, silent as he arrived, he leaves. Choco Bow relaxes instantly as her beloved comes to her side and scoops her in a hug. The two look at the feeding infant who nuzzles his face into the warmth of his mother’s dough. Both smiling as they looked at one another, a hope bloomed in their chests as they hoped this newborn will bring light to the darkness within the cold palace. 

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Atticus Fruit Cookie paws the ground with his cloven hooves, clutching to his mother as he hesitates to touch the snowy ground. Choco Bow holds her son’s hand while Chocolate Yule stands in the snow, patting it to show that it wasn’t dangerous. Atticus Fruit whines as he looks around the courtyard, unhappy being outside the room of warmth but also curious about his surroundings. The minotaur boy looks at the incense wafts into a gentle smell of lavender and salt, and he sees the trail of ooze on the snow from the licorice oozes that came in early that day. The boy whines as his mother steps into the snow and tugs at him to follow along. The bull cookie whines again but when he looks across the courtyard, he sees a hulking figure in the shadow of the halls. 

Atticus Fruit perks up at the sight of the king and starts to clop to the king, stepping onto the snow which then makes them shout and jump into their mother’s arms in alarm. Choco Bow laughs at the boy’s plight and holds him as he whines about the cold. But he only goes quiet when he sees the hulking figure again, he sees the outline of the crown in the dim light of the wafting incense and he waves, hoping for the king to notice but the king only turns away and disappears to his chambers. But a small smile lingers on the king as he thinks of the boy's little wave.

Atticus Fruit Cookie frowns, wishing the king would play but he quiets himself as his father takes him up and tosses him in the air. The Citadel was filled with childish laughter. 

[darkcacaocookieandfriends]

can we get some burning spice cookie headcannons???

Sure! Apologies for the late response. I had to catch up on some lore. That being said, I have some interesting thoughts. A lot of them are based on my personal thoughts on his element as this isn't the first god of destruction I've written, and others are based on the inspiration he's drawn from and how the culture surrounding that deity view his element, because I think it's worth noting and is important to the introspection I'm going to lend.

Entropy is very much something Burning Spice is founded on. In the grand scheme of things, it is needed to create the circle of destruction and creation. Without his element, a great imbalance is caused. However, no matter how much he destroys, he himself can never witness creation through destruction as destroying him destroys an intricate balance put into place. He is a force feared, yet needed and even essential. Destruction clears the path for something new, but in witnessing this he knows that he himself will never one of those things. Because he is doomed to a life of ending others. A life of crumbling all before him to dust, forced to carry the knowledge of all he does for eternity.

He, much like his element is ever-lasting, immortal as long as there is something that can be destroyed. In knowing this, he holds a type of envy towards those who are finite. Those who have the joy and wonder of experiencing life anew. Those who can live in ignorance of bliss, without the knowledge of all that has come to pass, without carrying everlasting malice built up in the wake of all he's come to know. Cookie born a new are lifted of all that corrupt. Cookies born anew are free from the chains of malice and hatred. They are allowed to have free spirits and granted new experiences - all that he can never rid himself of.

Destruction exists as long as there are things to destroy. When all has been destroyed and nothing else exists, only then will he lose purpose.

"I wonder...what will it take to destroy me?" I've seen people analyze this line and interpret it in different ways. I see it in a bit of a different light. I feel the element of destruction works in two ways ultimately - destruction consumes and will eventually consume him, or the other outcome of his own demise may be that he's destroyed until there is nothing left to destroy and his element becomes useless by partisan. Therefore, he would succumb to the thing he hates - boredom and stagnation.

I feel these are two outcomes he knows well. Destruction pushes towards change through creation, but when he succumbs to his own element or fizzles out from being obsolete, will he too finally get a chance of creation? Or will he simply fade away until one who succeeds him will take his place? * That being said, I feel Burning Spice has a sense of immortality as long as there is use for his element. He will exist to lay waste to what he sees as the world's imperfections and destroy them so that the world may be reshaped through creation. Stagnation produces the mundane, the droll and the peaceful. Things that cause the cycle to wane or die out, things that threaten the abolishment of his element and all that he is...and what purpose would he have, if not to destroy? If not to plunge the world into chaos?

That being said, destruction is needed for change and advancement. If cookies fall into peace, they stagnate and Earthbread never advances. His element is needed for the great progression of all things - no matter how hated and feared it is.

I feel this is why these things bore him.

I'm sure I'll expand on these things and they may be subject to change when more comes out about him but these are what I'm going to lend my portrayal to for now.

[garlculean]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐔𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 He's got the SMOOTH MOVES it takes to win her over?

[venstm]

[santaverse]

Merry Christmas in July to everyone!!

[insidemyblood]

i'm all in for the revival of the law and order roleplay universe.

[thegreatcrowdragon]

I don’t know if I’ll ever expand on this but I thought it was a good scene so uh. Here. Eat this my fellow Shadow Milk likers

“Healing magic is a funny thing. You see, it’s less healing and more akin to small scale time manipulation. You aren’t fixing the wound, but reverting the afflicted area back to its previous, unharmed state.” He leaned causally over the teacher’s desk in front of him, nearly lying down on top of it.

“However,” Shadow Milk straightened abruptly, almost unnaturally. “Healing magic cannot fix everything. Say if you were to… lose an arm. That’d be completely unfixable.”

Sharp eyes burned into Black Rasin cookie as he spoke, laughing under his breath as he saw her curl in slightly, faintly reaching for the missing limb in question. A few students seemed to understand the mockery he was making of her, but none said a word.

[milk-and-trickery]

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[evilorcadetector]

hello evil orca detector. i must ask. what caused your fucked up evil nature?

It all started on the day of my actually birth.

Both my parents failed to show up, by the age of 5 I was forced to throw my own surprise party at Gunther-go-Cheezes, the go cheesiest place in all of Gimmelshtump, many of my closet friends where there, count Wolfgang, Betty the sheboar, rat putin and the lice kids, Olga and Chicargo Joe

[thundergoodspeed]

not me hyperfixating on some nerds playing dnd

[mysterycflife]

NEWS

I have a new apartment and I'm moving at the end of this year. I'm feeling a lot better, too, and motivation is slowly returning. I might do something of a soft reboot on this blog, drop some asks and threads, and return in the next couple of days.

[lunaetis]

[ do i make a plotting call ... ? i want to reach out to new ppl / mutuals & write with more of you but i'm an awkward pupper & don't know if i should just randomly drop myself into you guys' IM / inbox or just yeet myself out the window hjkhjkl ]

[darkcacaocookieandfriends]

🎯 / for burning spice !

I feel the dark descent into corruption was most likely something painful for Burning Spice.

From what I gathered of what we know, he seems to feel something about destroying his first kingdom - the kingdom he was once hailed a hero in. Seeds of darkness were planted in his heart and he slowly began to destroy all around him, first out of boredom but I feel it grew and grew until he was completely consumed by his element. Until he was shown the hard way the indiscriminate way his element works when he had to destroy things he once loved or held passion for. Going by the fact that the beasts contrast the ancients, whereas Golden Cheese embraces her greed, I feel Burning Spice was forced to sit pretty with his powers of destruction as they slowly consumed him. I can't not think at one point, he's thought of himself as a monster for what he's done, but his pride disables him from expressing it. Why give up vulnerabilities? He understands his element, not through splendor to obtain what he desires but through learning that nothing is sacred, not even to him. Where Golden Cheese covets and turns her element into self-fulfillment, Burning Spice's element is change through loss and the destruction of the obsolete and old to give way to a new future. All things meet destruction and nothing lasts forever. This includes things he may hold dear as well and in the end, when he has to strip those things away, he holds a quiet resignation because not even he is above inevitability. He knows this, he accepts that everything he touches turns to ruination, but deep down, even if he won't admit it - it doesn't make the pain any less.

[cookieofearthbread]

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