#shadow milk x oc

[lost-art-1930]

When he has long hair..

[enemui]

[akira-cookie36262626363]

I'm sorry about that, ep8 beast yeast is killing me .

[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

[pukefactory]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ BRUISED MOON ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

⏾⋆ Summary: Shadow Milk Cookie x Reader headcanons

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

⏾⋆ Genre: Headcanons, SFW

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

⏾⋆ Image Credits: Devsisters

✶ Shadow Milk Cookie adores an audience, but you? You are his audience. He performs for you, tailors his illusions to dazzle, to enthrall, to catch the glint in your eyes when reality blurs into something surreal. He studies your every reaction more intently than his own performances, dissecting what makes you flinch, what draws a smile, what sends that delightful shiver down your spine.

✶ With him, affection is never simple. It is grandiose, exaggerated—a dramatic tilt of his head as he presses a teasing kiss to your knuckles, a flourish of his staff as he conjures a bouquet that wasn’t there moments before. He does not merely say he adores you—he proclaims it, spinning saccharine, extravagant words that momentarily make you forget the underlying tension laced within his presence.

✶ He is always testing you, just as he does everyone else. But unlike the others, whom he toys with only to break; you are tested to see if you will stay. Will you see through his illusions? Will you recoil when his shadows creep too close? Will you falter when his temper slips, when the jester’s smile cracks? He watches you with the countless eyes hidden in his hair, all of them waiting for the moment you decide he is too much. And when that moment comes, what will you do?

✶ For someone who thrives on deceit, you are the closest thing he has to the truth. Twisted, of course, it always is, but truth nonetheless. There is an honesty in the way he leans just a little closer to you, in the way his illusions soften when you are near. He will never admit it outright, he would never grant you that satisfaction, but when the show is over, when the audience has gone and only the two of you remain, his mask slips. Just a little.

✶ If he wished, he could weave an entire world just for you. In fact, he has. A reality sculpted at his whim, where you are the centerpiece, the muse, the star of his grandest performance. But would you even notice? Would you care? Does it matter? As long as you remain, as long as your eyes are on him, what difference does it make if the world outside his illusions crumbles away? Whether you play along willingly or struggle to escape, your presence alone satisfies him.

✶ His presence is suffocating—in the most intoxicating way. A whisper curling around your ear like a phantom’s breath, a shadow at your back even when you believe yourself alone. His fingers ghost over your skin, barely there, teasing, taunting. He is everywhere and nowhere, watching, waiting. And when he finally does touch you in earnest, it is possessive, consuming—an unspoken claim that you are his, whether you realize it or not.

✶ He never says he is jealous. No, no—where would be the fun in that? Instead, his illusions grow more insidious, whispers twist into rumors, little tricks designed to pull your attention back to him. He turns conversations into riddles, spins falsehoods into reality—anything to remind you that he is the most fascinating thing in your world. And should someone else attempt to steal your focus? Well. Accidents happen.

✶ Those eerie, floating eyes, watching, blinking, shifting colors with his every emotion, fixate on you more often than not. They follow even when he is nowhere to be seen. A silent reminder: he sees you. He always sees you. Whether you find it endearing or terrifying is inconsequential. He is there, whether you acknowledge him or not.

✶ With him, everything is a game, and the game is control. He spins words like silk, illusions like honey, so sweet, so enticing. He makes you question what is real, makes you wonder if you were the one who misunderstood all along. He does not need to force you into his arms, he makes you want to be there. Need to be there. After all, who else could offer a world so vivid, so thrilling? Only he can.

✶ There is no end to this performance, no final bow where he lets you go. He will play the fool, the villain, the lover—whatever it takes to keep you within his act. Because, in truth, the only thing more terrifying than being caught in his web, is the thought of the stage going dark without you on it.

[minkie-fury]

humanized them also 😝 idk why i drew smilk so cunty

[zendroid13]

Some silly crk sketches before I lay down :3

These two have me on a chokehold istg

[k00giie]

quick sketch

[k0ff1n]

It's with an oc but they don't have that many details so you can imagine yourself I think? Nsfw btw so beware if you don't want to interacts with those things :}

Both fem and masc version of sm because yes lol.

Also sorry if they suck but I don't usually draw nsfw things.

[crihsmon]

These two freaks again

[sammywolfgirl]

Well the poll ended in a tie so we’re doing a tiebreaker

And as a little concession ill give a little info about the two topics

The tie is between the Wanderer cookie arc and Shadow Milk and his muse-

Wanderer Cookie Arc- my au version of thr dark cacao kingdom arc, where dark cacao also gets the amnesia treatment. Idea is he left his kingdom years ago to try and find a way to break the curse on the sword his son got, but somewhere along the way got hit with the amnesia stick. The plot starts when dark choco, licorice, and poison mushroom decide to travel to the dark cacao kingdom (or what they believe is its remains) to attempt to rebuilt it, and in dark choco’s case make amends and seek forgiveness. Or punishment. He’s accepting of either outcome. Along the path they get caught in a blizzard and take refuge in cotton cookie’s village. That’s when they run into Wanderer cookie. And for the first time in decades dark choco finds out his father is alive. He doesn’t recognize him. Which dark choco can’t decide if this is worse or not.

Shadow Milk and his muse- the love hate relationship of the century. There’s a lot to unpack here and it’s still being developed but I am in the process of brainstorming a background fic. Anyways shadow milk before he fell was in love with a cookie named vanilla extract, a play write and a clever cookie in her own right. She was one of the only cookies that weren’t a fellow ancient that could match wits with the font of knowledge. When the beasts fell, she was trying desperately to help them, but it was no use. And shadow milk cookie killed her, seeing it as an act of mercy so she wouldn’t witness the destruction her friends and love would cause. And then cut to modern times dark enchantress wants to spite her ex and decides to make an artificial beast, and oh, those beasts mention an old friend of theirs on occasion, let’s use her as the base! And shadow milk haaaaaates it. So when melody extract cookie emerges they have a very love hate relationship. Like borderline comedic. They’re in love, they’re biting each other’s limbs off, they’re making out under the stars, they’re starting proxy wars with their minions. It’s a whole thing.

Wanna know more? Vote for which ya want lmAO

[rubys-forest]

Understanding.

[jesterooo]

Oleander my blorbo...

[pinkvaquita]

I love that we all the shadow milk x oc and Shadow Milk x reader shippers we all have the same braincell and decided: "Shadow Milk calls his partner doll"

We all know how poetic it is.

[missbunnysama]

lazy shitty ass meme that I probably will redraw later

Shadow Milk: WHERE TF DID THESE TWO COME FROM????

Violet Cheesecake: IDK?????

Black Sapphire and Candy Apple: Hello mother, hello father-

[lost-art-1930]

Imagine being created to be a companion for an all-powerful being, and having a thread like link to each other that constantly tugs for you the be near them. Years you had spent your union with them in such harmony and wonder, only for your significant other to become corrupted and bring about unspoken horrors and destruction. Which then lead to your creators sealing them to a tree and thus severing your link to them.

Now you and your friends had spent eons trying to move on and find purpose to your existence. Believing that you all had finally settle in with your lives...only for the forgotten thread of fate to be tugging at you like a kite stuck on a branch...