#thanks shadow milk

[lilacthebooklover]

the new crk update got me bad

[imaginariumwanderer]

hi, i was the whitelilycookie-shusband (i changed my name) from this post. i finally decided! if it’s possible, could i see shadow milk cookie as dr. doofensmirtz or in dr. doof hi/bye hater shirt. thx sm again!!!

Here you go @lllazyriver I hope this turned out well

Putting shadow milk in the hi/bye hater shirt is a genius idea, I was smiling while drawing it!

[craske]

HI

UH

I AM VERY CURIOUS ON WHAT THE HELL IS SHADOW MILK'S BEHAVIOUR AND INTERACTION WITH THE ANCIENTS AFTER GETTING HIS SOUL JAM STOLEN

DOES HE TRIES TO LIKE, GET IT BACK OR SOMETHING?

ALSO LOVE SO MUCH HOW YOU DRAW HIMM

HI THANK YOU SM IM HAPPY YOU LIKE IT 🥺

yapfest incoming

the interactions are very uh. complicated. as you can probably imagine. considering thats the fucking Beast that not only was tormenting Pure Vanilla and White Lily but also killed Elder Fairy and devastated the Faerie kingdom. so things are a little, itty bitty slightly tense between him and literally everyone

if they could theyd leave him there for dead but thatd be really irresponsible so what else was there to do than to apprehend the still big (literally) threat. for quite a while tho he is just trying to adjust to not being this all powerful force (meaning hes being a miserable wet thing with a very bad migraine) (dont worry it doesnt stop him from brewing plots)

bc a very large portion of his powers is gone, he isnt really that dangerous anymore (but also he isnt neutralized). and since all of this is a speculation because we currently have No Idea what will happen in the future of the Beast Yeast arc, i like to believe the beast yeast expeditions retreated back to Crispia and Shadow Milk is being held as a prisoner. under constant supervision of couse, cant have the clown start doing his clownery again

since im a biiig sucker for antagonists turned begrudging ally (or an actual ally as time goes on), he turns out to be a good source of intel, plus provides some surprisingly important insight. yeah they all hate eachother and hold massive grudges (esp in case of the two doomed lovebirds) but they have a common enemy. and shadow milk wants his powers back.

but.... wouldnt it be funny if the lack of overwhelming almost limitless power had an effect on his (and by that extent, other beasts) mind? if that force didnt push and pull and mold and break down and put it back together? and maybe something started to change, or in fact revert?

well who knows! imagine that happening lol

[shaadowmilkcookie]

kill him

[misssimp3]

ALL OF THE BEAST COOKIES ARE CONNECTED TO RELIGION IN SOME SORT OF WAY??

!! LEAKS ABOUT BEAST-YEAST 7 !!

Alright, with the new leaks about Beast-Yeast 7 we can EASILY say that Shadow Milk Cookie also has a religious representation!! Or just religious references!!

We can say that due to this asset, which is I assume "The Tree of Knowledge" which obviously has "The Forbidden Fruit"

(And oh God it fits Shadow Milk Cookie so well due to his virtue, the Virtue of Knowledge)

Because of this, I think it's no coincidence that Beast Cookies will ALWAYS have some sort of religious connection. This makes me wonder, What will the remaining Beast Cookies will represent?

So far we have:

1) Mystic Flour Cookie -> Buddhism (Han Buddhism)

2) Burning Spice Cookie -> Hinduism (Shaivism)

3) Shadow Milk Cookie -> Christianity (Assumably)

So what of the others? What will Eternal Sugar and Silent Salt Cookie represent?

(Oh and also each Beast is also based of a culture too)

And also before moving onto the other Beasts, what is Shadow Milk's denomination? Because both Mystic Flour and Burning Spice is in a denomination within the religion they represent so?? I think Shadow Milk could BE Orthodoxy but to be honest I don't really have any evidence and the leaks are not enough to determine a big thing like this alone, oh and I don't think I know much about Christianity Denominations too so I would like to hear about what some of you guys think as well! :P

THOUGH, I did say that I don't think I have enough evidence to determine which denomination it is, I THINK Shadow Milk Cookie COULD represent the Greek Culture. (Which is also associated with Orthodoxy in a religious way)

As Ancient Greece:

-Is known for having the freedom of thought

AND!

-Puppetry also comes from Ancient Greece

(These might be bit a off a stretch but PLEASE HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE GUYS 🙏🙏)

(oh and Shadow Milk Cookie could just be based off of Satan too but uhh still)

BACK TO ETERNAL SUGAR AND SILENT SALT COOKIE!

These one's are hard to be honest, as we hardly ever know anything about them 😭 YET, maybe:

Eternal Sugar Cookie -> Taoism

Why? Well I have two reasons!

1) Yin and Yang

Eternal Sugar Cookie has BOTH angel wings and also a DEVIL TAIL in their design so I think they could represent the balance in Taoism (although I am not quite sure if the tail is the result of their corruption)

2) Immortality

Well not actually immortality, but rather Eternal Life. Taoism is known for people that believes in the existence of an eternal life. And that "death" is just an another phase in life, which could be related to the "Forgotten Sugar Paradise" (as Paradise is already there)

As for Silent Salt Cookie, well things are A LOT More complicated for them. 😭

Honestly, it could be related to a religion that has multiple Gods due to their Virtue being Solidarity but it makes no sense at the same time so I don't think I could say much about them.

Hope that we'll see more of them in the future 🙏

Anyhow, I think that's all I can come up with, looking forward to see if other people agree or have different opinions on this topic too!!

(Y'all I am so invested in them please share some theories >0<)

[thebiscuitlabryinth]

Perhaps, if he had bothered to ask for a second opinion, Shadow Milk Cookie would have been told he shouldn't be doing this. Luckily, he hadn't, so he manages to confidently prepare the magic circle with very little concern towards the appropriateness of his own actions.

He steps back to look over it once more, checking for any errors, before finally setting the chalk down. Brushing off the dust from his hands, Shadow Milk admires his handiwork in the light of the crescent moon, his dough crawling with accumulated anticipation.

He noticed it a long time ago, the suffocating blanket of churning emotion that often drapes itself over him, heavy and dark. It isn't his own emotion, he realised that quickly, because it weighs over him instead of burrowing into his chest, and nothing happened to him personally to prompt such tumultuous feelings. This realisation was soon followed by another – namely, that some sort of external being must be the cause, and it must be following him, if its presence is plaguing him so strongly. It comes and it goes, but it always returns, and he is finally going to find out what it is.

So Shadow Milk is looking forward to this. It is his specialty as the holder of the Light of Truth, after all, to reveal unknowns, and this unknown has long become personal.

With the magic circle ready and the moon in the sky, there is no reason for him to wait any longer, so he doesn't. He steps carefully into the circle, making sure not to disturb the lines as he makes his way to the middle, and with a sweep of his robes, he settles down into a sitting position.

This spell is a difficult one because it was found incomplete, the rest of it either lost to time or unfinished. It had taken quite a lot of reworking to finalise something feasible, in between all his other duties. There is also the added caveat of it being a Black Magic spell, but Shadow Milk had found a compromise for that, which is precisely why he chose to perform it under the smiling crescent, mere days away from the new moon, instead of the full moon.

Regardless of the effort required, if everything went well, this spell should allow him to make contact with the being that had been following him, whatever it may be. More specifically, it should open a mental connection, allowing them to have a conversation even if this being was something incapable of speech.

That alone was worth all this effort. After all, Shadow Milk had plenty of questions to ask it.

He plants his hands on the ground, drawing power from the moon tentatively like unspooling a thread. It starts to spill in quicker, wilder, and he makes sure to remain calm as it seems to buzz and writhe through him, focusing on redirecting it into the magic circle. It begins to glow a cold white, and Shadow Milk feels his dough prickling like it is being watched, that familiar presence growing heavier around him like a blanket. He bites down on his excited smile.

Don't worry. Just a little bit more, and we'll finally meet.

Shadow Milk's hands twitch with the force of the magic coursing through him, and he watches out of the corner of his eye as the shadows in the room seem to congeal, growing thicker and pooling out of their hiding spots. They eat away at the magic circle, closing in on Shadow Milk swiftly, and he welcomes them as they eagerly swallow the circle, the floor, the walls, the room, everything.

What happens next is difficult to describe. He doesn't feel the ground fall out from under him, he just realises it is no longer there. It is so dark that it makes no difference if his eyes are open or closed, and they don't seem to adjust no matter how many times he blinks. It only makes the surrounding darkness begin to squirm in strange patterns, as if alive. He suddenly feels strange and cold.

But most importantly, he feels like he is submerged in those restless emotions, his every move weighted like he is underwater. They nearly choke him, stronger than he has ever felt before, and delight bursts in his chest in jarring contrast, thrilled that the spell seems to have worked.

"Hello?" He calls out, his voice echoing in a way that makes his ears ring. For a moment that feels like forever, there is nothing but a deafening silence around to greet him.

And then, he is attacked with blinding light.

Shadow Milk rears back as much as he can manage, instinctively shutting his eyes at the assault, and raises a hand to shield them when he immediately tries to open them again, curious of the source. Squinting past the shade of his palm, he finds dozens of white suns glaring down at him, their light doing nothing to penetrate the overwhelming black of the void.

"How are you here?" A voice calls back, hoarse and whispery and frantic, as if it had never been used before, and Shadow Milk's breath catches.

Upon closer inspection, the suns surrounding him are actually the pupils of a dozen huge eyes, bearing down on him with wide-eyed focus from all sides. Shadow Milk soaks in the attention, joy bubbling nauseatingly in his stomach like soda, his mind running so fast that his thoughts become incomprehensible.

"Who are you?" He asks, the question almost bursting right out of his chest with how suddenly it comes. He can't quite look at the eyes directly, with how blindingly bright they are, but he does his best to hedge in quick glances.

There isn't a response, not from the voice or the eyes, but that doesn't deter him. Now Shadow Milk has unshakeable proof that the being is here, capable of conversation, he doesn't need any more encouragement to keep going.

"I'm Shadow Milk Cookie, though you must know that already." He introduces himself with a polite nod of his head, somewhat entertained by the thought of his eldritch companion being shy. When that doesn't garner any meaningful result, he tacks on, lightheartedly, "Isn't it a bit rude to not introduce yourself back?"

The eyes blink at him, the syncopated movement rippling through the nothingness.

"...There is nothing to introduce." The voice replies reluctantly, though it sounds more stable than before, slightly stronger as it curls around him. "I don't have a name anymore."

"You must have a name," Shadow Milk urges with a creeping smile, "or at least something I can call you."

There is another stretch of silence, long enough that Shadow Milk is forced to reconsider his approach, before it is graciously broken by his companion, who must have come to some kind of conclusion.

"You can call me the Beast of Deceit, if you must call me at all." The Beast offers, and if Shadow Milk's attention hadn't already been fully devoted to it, that certainly would have done the trick. "That is all anyone calls me now."

"The Beast of Deceit." Shadow Milk repeats the syllables carefully, tasting them as he brings a hand up to the warm pulse of his Soul Jam. Something clicks pleasantly in his mind, like a perfect solution to an equation that has been bothering him. "Then you're almost like my other half, aren't you? Since Truth and Deceit are direct opposites." The thought is nice enough, he supposes, but more than that, it is intriguing. "Is that why you've been watching me?"

This must be the wrong thing to ask, because the Beast skates past his question entirely, eyes squinting as if pained. "You shouldn't be here."

"And yet, here I am. It took quite a lot of work for me to get here too, so you'll understand that I'm not in a hurry to leave." Shadow Milk explains amicably, hoping that if he was clear with his intentions, the Beast might entertain a more fruitful conversation. He pauses, looking around at the surrounding infinity. "Where is here, anyway?"

"Nowhere you would want to be." The Beast says cryptically, its voice slowly moving, collecting somewhere in front of him. It's a bit disorienting.

"...You aren't very good at holding a conversation, are you?" Shadow Milk sighs, not unkindly but certainly with growing frustration. Still, he has considered this possibility before, of his unknown companion being uncooperative, so he tries again. "Isn't it unfair for you to not answer any of my questions, after following me around for so long? I think I deserve an explanation, at least."

"I have no explanation to give." The Beast's tone is flat. It's… a disappointing response, frankly, but Shadow Milk smiles through it.

"But you can't deny that you are the one who has been following me." He counters, his voice light and pleasant so it doesn't come across too heavily as an accusation. "Your emotions are very palpable, so your presence isn't subtle. There is no mistaking it."

The coiling thickness of those emotions seem to shift around Shadow Milk now, almost self-consciously, but they do not lighten. Such strong negative feelings - he is fascinated by them, the researcher in him wanting to know what exactly could cause them.

The Beast sighs as if it is carrying the weight of the world on its shoulders, and the sound finally settles in front of him entirely as some of the eyes slide closed. The clashing light and dark begins to morph before him, a faint silhouette forming and rising out of the nothingness.

Shadow Milk watches, enraptured, as the shape of a Cookie emerges, dripping with the void itself. He looks battered, wrapped in dishevelled black robes with equally dishevelled dull hair. It is covered by a dark hat shaped like a crown, with what must be his Soul Jam set in the middle, its blue the only splash of colour to be seen. His eyes are covered in a thick black blindfold, and he holds a staff protectively in front of himself with both hands, eerily similar in style to the one Shadow Milk left outside of the magic circle, if not for the vertically oriented eye.

All in all, he does not look intimidating. If anything, he looks like a chess piece.

"I apologise for that, then. I wasn't aware my presence would disturb you so much." The Beast mutters, as if he would prefer not to be speaking, his form not quite fully formed. "But you shouldn't be here. Please leave."

"You don't look like much of a beast to me." Shadow Milk comments warmly, extending the friendly compliment in the hopes of distracting the Beast from his complete lack of intention to leave. Even so, his words are genuine. "That title doesn't fit you at all."

The Beast frowns, ducking his head lower. "Don't act so familiar with me. I am called the Beast of Deceit for a reason." He hisses, but it holds no malice, only tiredness. Then, after a beat, he repeats, firmer than before. "Please leave."

The title really doesn't suit him, though. Shadow Milk ponders this for a moment, before mentally renaming him as the King instead. A poor excuse for a king, perhaps, but that still felt far more appropriate than a beast.

"...Will you really not tell me anything?" Shadow Milk asks finally, growing more subdued. "You must know, since you have been following me, that I have worked hard to be able to contact you like this."

"I have nothing to tell, I have already told you that." The King reminds him quietly, unimpressed, turning his head away. "I apologise for your wasted time, but it was unnecessary to begin with." Then, after a beat, he repeats, an attempt at a lacklustre command. "Please leave."

Shadow Milk hums under his breath, pondering this too. This isn't going exactly how he had hoped, that is true, but to call his time wasted is completely incorrect. On the contrary, all this encounter has done is make his curiosity peak, even more invested in this mystery than he was before.

Maybe it was for the best that the King refused to tell him anything. Thinking about it now, wouldn't that have been too simple? It is more fun to unravel some things himself, and Shadow Milk is certainly capable of uncovering the truth behind this odd apparition.

It is his virtue, after all.

"...Alright." Shadow Milk nods, taking one last lingering look at the King, before closing his eyes. "If you insist, I'll leave."

The King doesn't reply. That's fine. Shadow Milk focuses on searching himself internally for the tether to his physical body, for the anchor that is the magic circle. Since this is his first time casting this spell, and the way the magic twists is unfamiliar, it admittedly takes him a moment to get a hold of it, but he does.

Concentrating on that anchor, he calls himself back to his body.

Much like leaving, returning is just as hard to describe. There is no jolt, or impact. Everything simply returns – his senses, the floor beneath him, the sound of the wind outside the window – from one moment to the next. He shudders as he gets reacquainted with his body, or rather, his body gets reacquainted with him.

The chaos of those negative emotions are awfully thick in the air, squeezing around him tightly like they hope to crumble him. Shadow Milk relaxes into it, releasing his grip on the flow of magic and the spell itself, and opens his eyes.

There, in front of him, the King is suspended in the air above the outer edge of the circle, unmoving. His form flickers, translucent and blurring at the edges. Slowly, unnervingly slowly like he doesn't know how to use it properly, he turns his head.

"...What is this?" The King whispers, the words almost dissolving into the ambient noise, his grip on his staff visibly tightening.

"The spell I used to make contact with you forged a connection between us." Shadow Milk says patiently, making sure his expression is open and welcoming, the same one he uses when introducing himself to new students. "If my presence could be projected to wherever we were previously, then naturally your presence can be projected here too. It's only fair, since you were watching me anyway, weren't you?"

Shadow Milk rises to his feet, brushing dust off his robes with both hands. The King says nothing, but he can practically feel the frown directed at him.

"I understand if you don't want to tell me anything. That's okay!" Shadow Milk assures, lifting his gaze back to that blindfold, that staff, that Soul Jam, near identical to his own. His curiosity burns.

"You don't have to tell me," he smiles like a promise, "I'll find out for myself."

[b0nelessdoodles]

messed up my back and had to call out of work about it so have some doodles i forgot to post from a bit ago

[thecertifiedboykisser]

I'm not sure if people are still talking about this but I saw some people being confused on how mystic flour is in the cocoon and not the tree and I think the 'forks' or the beasts prisons, in the first trailer weren't all in one area.

For context, at the end of chapter two of beast yeast, white lily seals the tree back up, trapping shadow milk cookie again. I saw a few posts saying that if lily sealed it how has mystic flour been in the cocoon for so long?

I don't think the witches were stupid enough to put all the beasts in one area. If the worst-case scenario happened and the beasts got free (like is happening now) It would be easier to manage if they weren't together. They could cause a lot more damage even to a smaller area together than if they were apart.

As shown below, the tree was almost in the center of the prisons, a way to hold them together and keep them locked away.

I think that the tree was just Shadow milk's prison, no one else's. The way he popped out of the tree at the end of chapter one makes me think he was actually in there, but I think I was only him.

A lot of people made the connection that he has attachments to the blueberry yogurt (?) Academy, the school that while Lilly and PV went to. I don't think he lived in beast yeast but in Crispia, so they didn't have a place they could store him thus, into the tree he goes.

But that tangent over, Mystic flour was most likely trapped by the witch's in her cocoon, but cloud haetae cookie said she entered it, so I'm thinking that A- She was lying to them, or B- she made it for herself and entered and the witches were like "Fuck yeah, she did it for us" and just kinda kept her from getting out by attaching it to the tree.

But, the cocoon was empty besides the giant enemy spider. Mystic flour wasn't there! I have two theories. A- That was mystic flour, or more like what she became. She talks so much about the cycle, and I don't think she's immune to it. She said she was almost there but didn't reach it. I think she turned into that spider in the cocoon. Bugs normally enter cocoon for a while to transform into something new or better.

(Side note, I'm not really taking much that mystic flour cookie said in the story but more focusing on what actually happened. Not the dialog, and I think she's at least partially unreliable as she's trying to convince DC all I'd futile.)

Or theory B- Her dough was taken to the tree, but her spirit and power were left there. If that makes sense, (her dough wasn't with her soul jam or actual soul.) She made the spider for whoever tried to open it up or (the more likely one) as a lure to DC after doing a plauge be apon ye to him.

The beasts are awoken but not free yet. They can create chaos and issues for the ancients to get them to go to beast yeast but they are still trapped in there prisons. The seal kept them from going actively but the damage was already done. They want to be free and they want there powers.

Also the seal probably sustained heavy damage even after it was fixed by white lily. Sure she fixed it but I doubt it's at full strength, allowing the chains a bit of slack in a way.

Though, this is all just theory's and me putting together parts of the lore to make this with my Sorta good media literacy skills. We will probably find out more next update!

Tldr- The prisons are in different areas of beast yeast, Shadow milk was probably trapped in the tree himself, Mystic flour cocoon was her prison and the spider may have been her or just a way to rid of DC if he didn't sucum to flour, the beasts aren't physically in the world yet but can still do things.

[axellis]

After seeing your peppermint fudge posts with shadow milk...like the one with dark cacao and the one where peppermint fudge 'saves' shadow milk from a spore...aaaand the one where it looks like they are protecting shadow milk from pure vanilla...

I now can't help but imagine then wonder:

Peppermint fudge going to protect shadow milk....peppermint fudge then gets defeated or gets smacked in a way....would shadow milk just snap and be like 'THEY ARE SUPPOSE TO DEFEAT YOU CAN I CAN SWOON AT THEM, YOU [insert cookie version of calling someone an A-hole]' and then attacks them...taking on the role as knight saving someone VERY VIOLENTLY as payback for them hurting his love and for ruining the vibe of peppermint fudge being his 'knight'?

if there's one thing shadow milk probably hates more than someone ruining HIS performances, it's probably if someone's ruining peppermint fudge's!

[langostasockloss]

ZAMN HES 10000!!?!?

sad ass wip i cooked after reading @thebiscuitlabryinth ‘s fic, I LITERALLY CRIED THEY MAKE ME SO SICK 😢😭

i am so close ro painting that last scene where they embrace, im not sure how well my heart would take it tho😞

[lilacthebooklover]

Shadowvanilla with prompt 35

35. “You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

“You heard me!” Shadow Milk smiles sharply. His voice is playful as ever, but the glint in his eyes is deadly serious. Pure Vanilla listens closely as the mirth in his tone evaporates, that unearthly stare boring into him more intensely than ever before. “Take. It. Off.”

Subconsciously, the healer feels his hand drift towards his Soul Jam. It thrums with power beneath his fingers, simultaneous reassurance and warning pulsating through the azure jewel. It clings to his robes like it knows what will happen if it is removed, and Pure Vanilla finds himself shaking his head before he even realises what he’s doing.

“No,” he says, voice definite. Shadow Milk is capable of putting him through torture beyond comprehension, but Pure Vanilla will not falter. He can’t afford to, not when so much is at stake. He steels his gaze, tightens his grip, and offers a denial that can only be met with fury.

As expected, the world twists and warps around him, the warm, fuzzy edges of his dreamlike prison distorting into a tangle of blackened tendrils, creeping and twisting and grabbing. Pure Vanilla is safe when he’s awake. That doesn’t stop Shadow Milk from trying to convince him to surrender when unconscious. The Dark Side of the Moon is an otherworldly place; in a sense, Pure Vanilla wonders if he ever sleeps at all, anymore. He certainly doesn’t feel rested just then.

“No?” The jester echoes finally, head tilting eerily to the side. Pure Vanilla does his best not to shudder at the anger he feels emanating from Shadow Milk in waves. “Hmm. You know,” His voice dips into something between a purr and a growl, tracing his finger down Pure Vanilla’s jaw. The Beast is a master of deception, and Pure Vanilla knows as much. That doesn’t stop the urge he feels to lean into the first warm touch he’s felt in what feels like centuries. “This would be so much easier if you stopped resisting. So stubborn, Vanilly! I’d be impressed if it wasn’t so infuriating.” 

The grip on his jaw tightens, and Pure Vanilla desperately hopes that determination masks the fear in his eyes as they’re wrenched towards Shadow Milk’s own. He’s too close, Pure Vanilla thinks distantly, sickening anxiety slithering under his skin. The scorching, gentle touch he provides is something the healer both despises and craves, and he hates himself for the latter.

“No matter,” Shadow Milk softens again, stroking against Pure Vanilla’s cheek. He should fight back. He doesn’t. “You’ll come around eventually.” The steady tick of a clock begins to echo in Pure Vanilla’s ears, unnatural and loud and far too damning.

“It’s only a matter of time.”

[lazilybeinglassie]

Broken Sword, Broken Soldier

One Shot by LazilyBeingLazzie

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The blade was planted into the ground as he knelt to the ground. He had been fighting non stop for hours now. These creatures that appeared at the doorstep of the Vanilla Kingdom was nothing he had seen before. And yet he couldn't help but feel as though his forces and allies were too far from him to even come to his aid.

Not that he would tell them to come find him yet. There was always a possibility that there were more enemies at other sections of the kingdom. If they were doing their part (and he had no doubt they were) then it was his part to fight his fight even more.

For the moment, there were no more enemies to challenge him, giving the warrior a moment to breathe. He needed his strength if he were to continue fighting.

But as he stood there, he noticed a presence behind him. Snapping back into action, Dark Cacao Cookie swung his sword around and pointed it right at the throat of a cookie he did not recognize. They were unphased by the threat that loomed over them, not even a flinch. Their pale white and yellow clothing looked graceful and holy. Garments of a priest if not mistaken. Upon their head was something that looked similar to his soul jam. Who was this?

They spoke with an echo accompanying their voice. "You are strong, young one. I had not expected you to last under such a siege alone."

Frowning at his enemy, Dark Cacao Cookie answered. "Am I to assume you are my enemy? Are you behind all this?"

"In some parts, yes. Though I do not intend to fight you."

"You should have thought about that before attacking my friends then."

The stranger hummed. "Such an interesting motive. Yet it has it's flaws."

He growled at the comment. "I will not let you get away with this!"

Swinging his sword to attack this enemy, he finds his blade interrupted from it's path by another weapon. Noticing it's dark metallic form, he follows it's trace to it's owner. A dark knight with dark violet flames in the back of it's head.

Gritting his teeth, the king knew this meant his enemy was this new warrior. With that, he pushed them back and charged at them. The knight was silent and coldly calculating his moves. Swiftly reacting to his strikes as their swords clashed and sparked.

"Why is it that you fight for such things?" The voice of the pale stranger echoed in the king's head as he continued to fight.

The distraction gave the knight an advantage to attack, striking him as it threw Dark Cacao back further away. He grumbled as he stood back up to defend himself.

"What do you gain from their safety that you cannot accomplish with protecting yourself?"

"Fighting for those I love is my strength! If I do not fight along side them, then they will crumble! And I cannot allow that!"

The knight charged at him, positioning his blade to stab him. Dark Cacao placed his sword in front of him, blocking the blow. Even with the aid of his Soul Jam, the enemy was causing his feet to slip in the dirt a little.

"Then you are a fool. For even if you were to obtain the full ability of my power, you would not be able to save them all."

The warrior yelled at his enemy as he pushed a little more. He would not listen to these atrocious lies. "THAT WILL NOT STOP ME FROM STANDING MY GROUND TO THE BITTER END, YOU VILLAINS!"

Crack!

His candy eyes widened, looking down at his sword. The knight's blade swiftly slid off the surface of the weapon, slicing into the side of his face, leaving a scar. He screamed in pain as he stumbled. Breathing heavily, he could feel his confidence faltering. He wasn't going to survive this battle. His enemy was fast and cunning. And the strength he wielded was far greater than he could ever muster.

"Believing you can making such a difference will only crumble you in the end. If you truly want to win the war, you must assure your own survival."

"Rrrrrr, NONESENSE! The Dark Cacao Kingdom does not stand with one brick alone! It takes many to build the wall that surrounds it! A soldier cannot win alone!"

"Then why are you alone?"

The knight struck from behind. The king barely dodged it as he was still trying to come up with a response. He would not falter. He cannot! He goes for a strike, only to miss as he tries to refocus on the battle ahead of him.

"Surely your warriors would know that you would need help and come to your aid. If they are as faithful as you say they are."

He goes for another strike. The knight dodges easily.

"Unless they are more concerned with the safety of the others, than of their king."

"Stop talking . . . " Blow by blow, his actions began to blur. The heat of the moment getting to him.

"Then again, can you call yourself one if they cannot do the one task they are meant to die for."

"ENOUGH!"

He suddenly felt it. A pain in his side. Falling to the ground, he could feel his armor had cracked and broken. The knight stood over him in victory. It happened so fast. Was he blacking out in rage again? He could feel his injury weakening him.

The pale cookie then floated over to him, standing next to the knight. "You are a fool. But you have much potential. I could use a strength like yours."

Dark Cacao glared at them with hatred. "I am no pawn of yours. I will destroy you before I crumble."

" . . . Very well. I gave you the chance to surrender."

A sudden moment of pain came to Dark Cacao's head. A splitting headache that he moaned over. Harsh and piercing. It was hard for him to focus. He needed to be ready to fight. He had to . . . pick up his sword . . . and fight . . . back.

There was a sinister giggling echoing in his mind. A voice he didn't recognize at first. That was, until he heard it clearly speak to him.

Dark Cacao Cookie . . . what a pathetic king you are . . .

Was this . . . the Voice of Resolution?

Do you not see . . . ? You've done nothing but failed your people . . . you will crumble . . . and all that will be left of the kingdom will be nothing but ashes . . .

"Wh-What are you . . . ?"

You were the only one standing between victory and failure . . . and you lost . . . because you were too weak . . .

No, this couldn't be the same voice. He didn't fail. No, everyone was fine! He didn't-

A sound of an explosion from afar caught his attention. It came from the other side of the kingdom. Were those from his own soldiers!? He tried to stand up, but fumbled onto his knees again.

Weak . . . pathetic . . . you spent all of your time building that stupid wall up, and yet you did nothing to building your own strength . . . that's why they abandoned you . . .

"No . . . they did no such thing . . . "

Why would they fight along side a losing battle . . . they knew how brittle you were . . . this is the result of your blindness . . .

Dark Cacao was on the ground, trying to fight the voice in his mind. The knight and pale cookies stood behind him as a third cookie appeared with them.

"I told you I could handle this myself, Shadow Milk Cookie," said the pale cookie.

"Awwww~! You're just jealous that I got to him first before you, Mystic Flour Cookie," said the new cookie, colored in blue and dressed like a clown.

"Just keep him occupied," state Mystic Flour, "I shall ensure he will remain in deep slumber."

Behind the pale cookie, a soft glowing light appeared. It shined on Dark Cacao as he knelt to the floor in pain. He was feeling weaker and weaker by the second. The pain in his mind growing worse.

They will not come for you . . . They will not look for you . . .

He didn't want to believe the words. They were nothing but lies . . . lies that . . . were making sense for a moment. Would they search for him? Are they even alive? Are they safe?

Why should that matter . . . You can barely stand yourself . . .

The voice was right . . . he wasn't going to make it. Not if he tried to find them. The enemy had him cornered and nearly broken. If he was stronger . . .

Yes, yes . . . You can be stronger . . . But they will hold you back . . .

He thought of the Dark Cacao Warriors. Caramel Arrow Cookie. Crunchy Chip Cookie. Their names were coming to him. But when he thought of them . . . he felt . . . nothing.

His very emotions were growing dimmer and dimmer. His anger was cooling down. His determination withered. Losing what he believed was his motivations, he couldn't help but find himself staring into nothingness as he searched for anything at all.

But there was nothing.

Mystic Flour reached for the shoulder of the warrior, who remained still and silent. "You do not care for the cookies anymore, do you?"

The king looked ahead of him. "No . . . "

"Do you have a reason to fight?"

" . . . No . . . "

"Then what is it you want?"

" . . . I want . . . to be stronger . . . "

He's wanted that before. But it didn't seem to have that same vigor as it did before. But it was all he knew at that point. If he were to do anything, it was to get stronger. For what? He wasn't even sure what it was at that moment. He felt nothing.

"Then let me show you the true strength of my power."

Turning to Mystic Flour, the Dark Cacao King looked at them with an empty gaze. As the three cookies were drifting away, he helplessly followed. The pain was gone. The passion was gone.

All that was left was nothing.

[tongues--and--teeth]

Technically, we don’t know what fabric Shadow Milk is wearing. He could be in a full latex bodysuit for all we know

Repost because Tumblr didn’t put the og in the smilk tag

Canon ver. Because it’s funny to me

[darkfluffydragon]

More lore on shadow milk cookie and pure vanilla cookie and wind aecher cookie also since pure vanilla cookie rules the vanilla kingdom what will happen to it and how will the republic and the ancient cookies react to the beast... Please give me lore I crave for it

I have a lot of drawings planned for this au, but actually getting to do them is a whole other thing. I keep getting distracted by little side quests, and my motivation jumps from one project to another faster than I can keep up. Though, most of the little comics are seperate scenarios that occur in the au, focused around the trio.

Despite this, I can still share some of the lore through writing form >:D

I’ll start with the question of how exactly Shadow Milk Cookie managed to influence Pure Vanilla’s Souljam so easily. In the original story, Pure Vanilla resists Shadow Milk with White Lily’s help. In the Phantasmagoria AU, Shadow Milk Cookie tries again and succeeds.

There’s one main factor (or two), that contributed to this. Both of which happened long before the Beastyeast episodes. It happened during the Dark Flour War, when Pure Vanilla Cookie used Dark Moon Magic to banish Dark Enchantress and sacrifice himself. Dark Moon Magic taints the soul here, and the spell had a far greater consequence than anyone realised. Those imperfections in the Light of Truth gave Shadow Milk the perfect opening to sneak his way in and achieve victory.

Or perhaps, the true catalyst was the academy. When Pure Vanilla Cookie snuck into the restricted section and discovered knowledge long buried and lost.

Next up, Windy! Shadow Milk Cookie has met Wind Archer in the past. Briefly, at least. As a scholar and seeker of knowledge, he would have tried to find a way to meet Millennial Tree Cookie. Though he would only succeed when he becomes truly desperate to stop the corruption plaguing him and his friends. He would plead for an audience with the god, and upon meeting him, would be told that they could not help him. That the apparently all-knowing god could not help them because they were creations of the witches, who even the gods themselves did not truly understand.

All those nights of scouring ancient texts, all the weeks, months, perhaps even years, of clinging onto that false hope. It would cause Shadow Milk to feel resentment at the unfair situation. They did not ask for this power, they were simply created with it. What had they done to deserve such punishment? Did they not do everything the witches asked them to do? Why were the witches not helping them?’

He would want someone to resent, someone more tangible than the witches that created them. Who else but the god that stood before him? The grudge would remain, even after centuries had passed in the seal. It would remain long enough that when he comes across the guardian once more, he would gleefully take the wind god and break him at the first chance he had. Anything to provoke Millennial Tree Cookie, who had denied him the salvation he begged for all those eons ago.

Does Pure Vanilla Cookie still love White Lily Cookie? The answer to this is, at first, simple: No. He does not love White Lily, not anymore. Shadow Milk Cookie knew that the affection was a variable, one that had ruined his first attempts at gaining control. He would remove it as soon as possible, to cement his control. Pure Vanilla Cookie is quite literally unable to love White Lily anymore. Surprisingly enough, Shadow Milk Cookie didn’t deem the bond he held with the other ancients much of a threat to his manipulations, so he left those relatively untouched.

While Pure Vanilla isn’t able to love White Lily anymore, it doesn’t mean he’s lost any feelings he had for her. They’re still there. Specifically, he’s in love with the memory of her. He remembers how he used to love her, how he had waited so long for her. How he remained stubborn in his choice of love. Pure Vanilla would love those memories, cherish them even if he could no longer understand them. He cannot love the current White Lily Cookie, but he could love the White Lily and Pure Vanilla that once existed.

This lack of feeling wouldn’t go away in the aftermath either. Shadow Milk Cookie is very thorough in his methods, and the lost love wouldn’t just return. Even if his influence is gone. To regain Pure Vanilla’s love, White Lily would have to earn it again. The problem, however, stems from how much they would have changed. White Lily is no longer the White Lily from the academy that young Pure Vanilla fell in love with, and Pure Vanilla is no longer the virtuous hero and king the stories claim he is. They’ve both changed. So much so that one could even question if it was even possible for Pure Vanilla to fall in love with her again.

It’s very strongly a role reversal scenario.

[c-e-n-t-i]

Found this old ass icon of Croissant and Timekeeper being all glitchy and whatnot

I used to be crazy about TBD updates... Tbf I still am lmao

Even with Star Rail on my mind Cookie Run brainrot never disappears

[daily-shadow-milk-cookie]

Day 7 of shadow milk cookie {Feature pure vanilla cookie} as pixelated.

(also yes this is the same art for the upcoming pmv thumbnail, part 2).

Under the cut.

Also thank you so much to everyone who reblog and liked the sketch unfinished version of the upcoming pmv thumbnail <3. I'm grateful for all the massive support and followers it made me motivated to work and the pmv, that I decided to finish this as I'm currently working on the upcoming pmv. This piece makes an effort and also takes a long time and hour from morning to day and that I finished it at night.

around 332 layers of art made with it. The background is transparent because the art background is still unfinished along with the title text. Hope y'all have a nice day :].

(Edited= the colors are a bit different because I use a filter that is warm color one, in case if people are curious or confused).