#shadowmillk

[pomniegranate]

She'd been on a mission, the same one she's had since arriving in the circus: to find a way out. This cartoon-esque nightmare was huge, littered in doors, secret nooks and crannies amongst its sea of pigmented rainbows. Pomni got lucky this time around, being able to convince the ringmaster to let her hang back from today's venture; claiming she felt out of sorts than her usual.

Now, to take in the circus in its entirety. She scoped the highs and lows from the ground level, not entirely sure where to start. It was a bit daunting, now that she's scoping out the inner workings of the Tent. This game really did have a lot to it and even if she may not have a lot of knowledge on video games, just like old mansions, there had to be secrets lurking in the codes.

It took a while of analyzing, but she found a hallway just shy out of view towards the back of the awning, an easy to miss spot unless looking for it. The curiosity of a door she found needed to be sated, finding it hard to pass on this little easter egg. Pinwheels of red and blue looked nervously around, not hearing or seeing a glimpse of Caine before she allowed herself into the room. And unlike the rooms before, Pomni fully entered this one and quickly closed it behind her.

Darkness, with a vague tint of light emerged; it was hard to determine the size or how deep this room really was nor could she figure out yet where the light was coming from. And although uncertainty panged in her mind, she pushed forwards anyway; little did the jester know what she'd end up finding.

⸺ ❝ Hello? Is... anyone here? ❞ The slight echo surprised her.

🎪 𝕎𝔼𝕃ℂ𝕆𝕄𝔼 𝕋𝕆 𝕋ℍ𝔼 ℂ𝕀ℝℂ𝕌𝕊⸺ @shadowmillk

[caring-cakeshop]

"Oh stars not another one-"

@shadowmillk

[cookieofearthbread]

....... Double the chaos to watch.

[xluciifer]

Man, I have so many discord messages to respond to and I just can't get myself mentally to do it.

@diivineray @victorycola @pmni @blitzs @ficklefables @arachnaemboss @wonderfultheatre @shadowmillk @advertisesouls @blitzbuckz @lilitophidian

I love you guys so much and I'm sorry I haven't spoken much; y'all mean a lot to me and I just feel bad we haven't been chatting like I'd love for us too.

[cookieofearthbread]

@shadowmillk

dont you wanna go absolute apeshit pv?

"....... No."

[pomniegranate]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ❛Poooommmmmmmy~ ❜

The cookie chimed out her name.Such a sing song manner as he disappeared from her sight when she turned to look.Only for him to appear again directly behind her.Pulling her into a small waltz uncaring if she followed along or not.Practically dragging her with his strength,happily twirling her around before abruptly crashing lips against hers.It was deep,careful,invasive almost as if he was gonna devour her up then and there.But before she dwelled on the feeling he let her go as a discarded toy.He did want he wanted with no remose and now he was done with her for now atleast.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ❛ Ha ha! Such a funny expression. You are soooo amusing. Why you are as red as a tomato my lil pomiegranate~ ❜

He always had a way of catching her when she least expected it. She's learned a thing or two in her time of being acquainted with the cookie: he's unreadable, unpredictable and oddly attached to her. A wild card, a jokester, clingy but distant; there're many ways she could go about explaining Shadow Milk and none would ever come close to giving justice to the enigma he was to her. Or how she felt about him.

It was bittersweet. A constant game of tug of and with her emotions. Some days he was endearing and pleasant to be around, other days his voice grated her core. But Pomni always comes back to him.

Just like he wanted.

And today wasn't any different than the usual games he loved to play with her. A tall tell sign he was up to no good with a melody note of the cookie singing her nickname, one she still was growing accustomed to, even if she wasn't the biggest fan of it. He never listened to reason anyway.

Before she had a good chance to face him, her world spun, her body moving on its own; another favorite thing of his - he always saw her as his personal play thing, a doll he could do just about whatever he wanted with. And Pomni couldn't say or do much before he'd start, helpless to his endeavors and what he wanted to do. A favorite was dancing.

It was one she didn't completely hate, yet she wished she'd have some say or at least a better warning before she had no control over the situation. At the same time, that's just how he likes her; without control and helpless, needing to rely on him and him solely. She hated it.

And after a twirl or two, his lips met hers and it always surprises her. Her arms met at his shoulders to try and push him away, but he remains, devouring her heart that jumped high into her throat; her mind tells her this isn't right but the sear and depth that swallowed her whole made the touch starvation in her sing. She melts, time and time again to his adoration for her. Even if the way he goes about it is completely askew.

She couldn't help the feeling of being wanted and desired, and how much she didn't realize she craved it. Another thing she hated about herself and the path of control that she allows him to have over her. As they part, he pushed her away; always a par to the course. These things happened when he wanted them to happen after all, and the sudden high she felt vaporized as her heart sank back deep into her stomach. Her breath was labored, her eyes hooded and her face riddled in the heat she felt.

This was all just to embarrass her, wasn't it? She huffed, turning her face away from him and refusing to look directly at his smugness anymore.

⸺ ❝ Ugh, you can't keep doing this. Boundaries are a thing, you know? And you know WHY my face is red, I'm... not explaining it to you. ❞

[pomniegranate]

The ask @shadowmillk just sent me tbh.

[pomniegranate]

HELLO??? JACK?? SILVER??

Two wildly different reactions and I'm living for it tbh. @veneror @shadowmillk

[pomniegranate]

🎭💙 tee hee ❤️🎪 👁👁

🎪⸺ Thank you for reading my rules. ❤️💙😏

[pomniegranate]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ❛Awwww did you miss lil old me?Im touch,honestly heart jerking;see the tears?Im absolutely over the moon and back you kept me in your thoughts good ol pomy.❜

Oh, she knew the sound of that voice.

It's been a while since she'd been able to escape him, but couldn't that just have been because that's what he wanted her to believe? She thought freedom was finally leaving the circus but now, she's long been desensitized to the familiarity to the point it became a comfort; freedom was escaping through a door from the clutches of something otherworldly.

Shadow Milk.

Mixed feelings swirled in her center because to some extent, yes, she had missed him and his company. But what she hadn't missed ... was his manipulative way of being. Pomni didn't want to give him an inch of leverage against her, but she still smiled and shook her head. From his personality? From his unbelievable train of thoughts? It was hard to pinpoint.

⸺ ❝ Kind of hard to forget someone like you, after all. But no tears or anything, I can't even remember the last time I cried; how ... have you been though? ❞

[pomniegranate]

Just casually rubs cheek against hers like a cat.

...Pomni doesn't really know what to think of him. Their relationship was... interesting, to put it lightly. He said he'd help her find the exit in exchange for helping him find his "soul jam", whatever that really is. She hadn't seen anything like it around, but given how enormous the circus was, it wasn't improbable to find it laying around hidden somewhere. He was constantly all smiles, similar to Jax, but different... in his own way. She couldn't really figure it out.

And once he started rubbing his cheek against hers, she kind of... tensed up? Not really sure how to take it nor if she even liked it any. So far, he hasn't really given her a reason to not trust him? But the poor jester wasn't a mind reader nor a fortune teller. She decided upon rolling her eyes, slightly pushing him away but not with enough force to do anything.

⸺ ❝ ...What's gotten into you? Why are you being so... uh, touchy, with me? ❞

[pomniegranate]

🎲 > :)

KISS MEME / Currently Accepting! *These are for fun only!

26. A kiss while one or both parties are crying.

How did she get tangled up in him and his silly facade of mysterious undertones?

It was an accident and a mistake to find him, and he's never wanted to let go of her since. He'd sing his little song and dance, a natural performer for an audience of one and it captivated her to stay - eyes locked on his and his words while his many eyes bore holes at every inch of her.

He was a trickster after her heart, she didn't mean to humor an inch and he's been digging endlessly for miles at her offer to help if it was a means to escape. He needed to escape, needed out of his prison and she was the key to his salvation. And she'd been none the wiser, the empathic sweetheart she was.

He'd mock and belittle her, but fueled off her reactions; she wasn't afraid to bite, and that made his ever present smile grow with the false image of friendliness - something more carnal, sinister, wretched hidden behind the masquerade. More and more! He was a hungry, manipulative soul and Pomni was perfect to be his testing subject, the fruit that barred his attraction for.

Shadow Milk Cookie had control over her mind that she fought tirelessly against, she knew something demented lay present under that cyan gaze that sucked her soul in; a puppet, he made her, tugging at the strings of her body. She had no control over her movements as they danced across his own personalized carnival in the home hidden in the circus walls.

She hated the lack of control, hated her stubborn curiosity at finding an exit to land into his palms and hated him for taking advantage of her kind heart. He played with her like his own personal toy; a bored man, using her only for his entertainment. He needed her - and... her mind started to break. She needed him. And the thought that was not her own made tears welt in her eyes despite the smile he made her wear.

Oh how beautiful she looks at the point of collapse, a fragile porcelain doll on the brink of shattering beneath his hands and the power imbalance had him reeling in the love he had to give her. A convoluted form of love, a forced one that she was powerless to avoid until their tango was over. He leaned in, licking the stray tears from her cheeks as he held her close, taking in the scent of her as he did. Her fear was delicious.

The tears didn't stop; she wanted this to end. And finally, a few more beats played, he dipped her as a final part to their dance as silence met the room, his display fading into the distance. His cyan eyes analyzed her like a piece of meat, amused and hungry. And just when she thought the nightmare had ceased - he kissed her ravenously. Pomni couldn't push him away, couldn't scream; nothing was to her control. So her tearful eyes fell closed, kissing him back and she began to wonder:

Are these feelings my own... or feelings he created for me to feel for him?

[pomniegranate]

WHAT TRAGEDY ARE YOU?

doomed from the ˢᵗᵃʳᵗ.

There was no way of 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, and you knew it too. But you ˢᵗⁱˡˡ tried. You tried again and again and 𝘼𝙂𝘼𝙄𝙉 to change it. You fought tooth and claw to change your fate, but she cannot be easily manipulated. It’s not ʏᴏᴜʀ fault. The game was always rigged against you. From the moment you entered the narrative, your fate was 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙙. ʸᵒᵘ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ ᵃ 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬.

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Tagging: @bxdbunni, @plasticsouled, @yarnhearted, @shadowmillk, @captainseamech + you!!!

[pomniegranate]

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❝ 𝕎𝔼𝕃ℂ𝕆𝕄𝔼 TO THE 𝖢𝖨𝖱𝖢𝖴𝖲, SMILE ON THE 𝙎𝙐𝙍𝙁𝘼𝘾𝙀 / BUT DₒWₙ BₑₗₒW , IT'S A 𝔽ℝ𝔼𝔸𝕂 𝕊ℍ𝕆𝕎. ❞

🎪⸺𝕄𝔸𝕀ℕ 𝕍𝔼ℝ𝕊𝔼 🔴

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🎪⸺𝔽𝕀ℕ𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔻 𝕋ℍℝ𝔼𝔸𝔻𝕊

@/plasticsouled ; infinite portal slide.

↳ Caine suggests a new idea for the circus, Pomni humors him and asks what it is. Instantly regrets that decision.

// // Cecil ;; 🎪

↳ If Pomni thought adjusting to her new reality had been hard, try having a sudden male voice occupy her thoughts that nobody else hears but her. She thought she was going insane, but after giving the voice a chance, she learns it's somebody on the outside who doesn't reside in the digital plane itself. Someone who can help herself and the others escape. But, she learns it's no easy task... and he needs her help.

@royal-chess-piece ; meeting Kinger.

↳ By mere accident, Pomni meets Kinger, a veteran to the circus. He shows her around to different spots and her bedroom, places Caine hadn't shown her in their first tour. But in getting to learn Kinger, she learns new information she hasn't learned about yet...

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🎪⸺𝔸ℝℂℍ𝕀𝕍𝔼𝔻

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Updated -> 01.03.25

[cookieofearthbread]

What kind of tragedy are you?

wrong place, wrong time

It shouldn’t have been you. oh my love, you should have lived. if only. if only you had made a right instead of a left. If only your friend hadn’t had so much to drink. if only it hadn’t rained last night. Then everything would be fine. A butterfly could have flapped its wings at another time and you would have have been fine. safety was so close, and yet so far. but alas, the stars just had to align.

Tagged by: @shadowmillk Tagging: anyone who wants to do this

[pomniegranate]

And his words hit a home run to the field of her empathy. His hand seemed to squeeze hers, the ambience settled and it was almost like they were the only people in this plane of existence. Pomni almost forgot for a moment that she wasn't the one in control; frankly, she hasn't since meeting the male clad in various hues of blue.

Her gaze rose to seek his and got lost as they met one another again seemingly at the same time. Lips grew tight, her brows furrowed deeper as she tried to think of a solution to help him, really digging the nail in deeper into her subconscious on how to even feel about Caine in the end. She's been on the fence for a while in her stance on the dentures but this interaction with Shadow Milk opening his heart up to her, she couldn't turn him away now. There had to be some truth to his words.

⸺ ❝ O⸺ okay, uh, ❞ Pomni didn't know how to take the reality of his statements as a conflict continued to stir deep inside her core and she still couldn't pinpoint as to why, how or what was truly causing it. ❝ How could I possibly help you though? I barely know where I am, or even who I really am. I'm not sure I'm really cut out to be of any good help to you. ❞

More of the inconspicuous audience sounded off in rounds of laughter. Was what he said really that funny? She releases a shuddered breath, as if she'd been held underwater this entire exchange and her nerves couldn't calm down the moment he made gallops away and created space between them. Her gloved hand rose and began fidgeting with her little puff ball on her chest, not realizing she was granted the ability to do as she pleased with her hands.

There hasn't been a single second since meeting where this hasn't all felt like a play she was dragged along to participate in, and without her consent. Like another one of Caine's adventures but one she willingly went along with - though, how was she to know the turn of events or the spider of a man that worked his way with words until she got stuck inside his web of lies; wiggling to get free, but remains trapped amongst the seams.

And just like the ringleader's done to her plenty, her body was dragged off in a direction before she realized she was seated, turning her head off to the side to see Shadow Milk before lights in her peripheral brought her attention back to the stage she once was on. Pomni didn't seem to notice the way he seemed to lean closer to her as her own form sat at the edge of the seat, pinwheels watching the show unfold before her eyes as his voice tells a tale about his life.

The visuals in hand with the words definitely resided somewhere inside the jester. His story sounded similar in a sense to her own situation. And his plot to reel her in with a classic sob story to gander her favor worked; Pomni was none the wiser, the empathetic heart roared with a want to try and help the cookie out. How was she to know she agreed for the monster to keep her as its own private pet in doing so?

She was in shock, awe stricken pupils returned over to look at the other who had busied himself with a handkerchief before allowing her own hand to rest over his that was available. Her brows furrowed together and a slight tilt of the head was given. Guilt and pity rested in her chest as it laced in her words as she spoke.

⸺ ❝ How... have you managed being alone for so long? I ... wouldn't wish that on anybody. Is there anyway I can help? Maybe I can go find Caine and he could help with your situation. ❞