#Crk self-insert

[ace-the-void]

Lady Black Treacle Cookie

art:-

Speed Paint:-

This is my Self-Insert oc, black Treacle. She is from the crème republic and works in a fashion store, Treacle Boutique she also does theatre!

She is also shipped with Caviar (Yume-ship) their ship name is CaptainTreacle

Black treacle has lots of lore that I will post in another post

App: Ibis Paint X

Pen: dip pen (Hard)

Time: 3 hours & 5 mins

Song name: Never Enough, by The Greatest Showmen

[salynaa]

~Pure Vanilla Cookie

Help this poor old cookie💔

He lowkey want you I think..

Guys pls give me idea of headcanon, I want to make more lil story like the one “look of love” I made🫶

[flyme2damoon]

pure vanilla with a cookie who has the same people pleasing tendencies as him... hmmm

[burning-spyce]

it's time for cheesebir- i mean turkey ❕️❕️🍴

[jinkojinx]

Any chance you would draw shadow milk using yn as a puppet in his show?

Sure~

[bvttercreamm]

literally how I stared at the screen when I first saw his cookie design I'm so lamee

+ close up because he's sooooo handsome (the nip slip was necessary)

[catxolotlquoise]

First Encounter

MMmmmm... ocxcanon 👉👈

shipnameintheworks

[dreamyblanket]

I'm on a art roll! //^^// 🌸

[void-thevoid]

rushed sketch related to the self insert fic i mentioned before

[honey-milk-depresso]

could i request stardust, licorice, and shadow milk cookie with a reader that's smaller than them?,, thank you,,,

Take note that Shadow Milk Cookie just appeared recently as a cutscene, so for him it might be a little OOC.

CRK with an s/o smaller than them

Stardust Cookie

I think there’s plenty of cookies smaller than him, but you make it even more so. Like you’re just tiny around him.

And then he floats??? Sometimes you have to puff up your cheeks a little to tell him how unfair he’s being right now to which he blushes slightly and chuckled quietly, slowly descending down on his two crispy feet again.

He likes how small you are, that he can wrap his cape around you and bring you into a hug from behind. He just has this urge to protect you from all the harms of the Galaxy. Literally.

Stardust likes to hug you often, your small size allowing him to do so easily and he feels like he can love you properly while you’re in this size. He genuinely thinks your short stature is adorable and what makes you beautiful in his eyes.

Overall, Stardust is a simp for you- <3

Licorice Cookie

Shorter than him you say? He has an above average height for a cookie, so there’s plenty of cookies shorter than him. But you make the greatest armrest for him.

He teased you incessantly to no end about your height, always putting stuff off the top shelf on purpose like the little shit he is so you would come running for his help to grab it for you, or pretending he can’t see you while you’re literally right next to him.

Although, the moment YOU get teased by someone else for being short, he’s after them with his Licorice servants coming after them and make them regret ever teasing you about your height! Only HE can do that (hypocrite-)!

Licorice is pretty protective of you since your so short, usually having at least one or two of his Licorice servants around to stay on guard for you, like your tiny chewy bodyguards.

That’s your protective, hypocritical cookie for you. <3

Shadow Milk Cookie

You thought Licorice was a nuisance in teasing you about your short height? Well Shadow Milk Cookie is a complete BASTARD, LITTLE SHIT OF THE CENTURY.

He will tease you relentlessly with every nickname related to your short stature: shortcake, shortbread, little muffin, mustard seed, he is a menace. Puts things on the high shelf WHILE you’re trying to reach for your things and his lanky and tall ass height makes you become his armrest tenfold.

But like Licorice, if anyone else teases your height… oh boy, oh boy will they get it. He will reign overly unnecessary chaos to them that you kinda have to stop him. This cookie has the audacity to then get all whiney and sulky about how that cookie was mean when he does the same thing, making him an even bigger hypocrite.

Overall, he’s the biggest hypocrite you’ve ever met but he’s your hypocrite. <3

Reblogs help! ^^

[queen-aluett]

Sleeping in the Shadows - a Shadow Milk x Reader One Shot

au where shadow milk is a sleep paralysis monster, kinda like the boogeyman

You couldn’t sleep.

No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t sleep.

You had multiple instances of getting out of bed to get a snack, some water, go to the bathroom, or just do whatever. All in that order, over and over. Staring up at your ceiling, you let out a long and loud sigh. Your eyes fluttered a bit then you decided you’d try counting sheep. That always worked, right?

1…

2…

3…

4…

5?

Oh, wait.

You suddenly remembered an old urban legend you heard told multiple times in multiple different ways. It even had an episode about it on an old tv show you used to watch as a kid that was all about scary stories. The story was about a strange cookie called Shadow Milk. Legend has it he’d come for those who couldn’t sleep, and counting sheep was one of the ways to summon him. Depending on how many you counted before you gave up, he’d appear to you and ask you which of the sheep you counted is real, and which one is just an illusion. If you guessed correctly, you’d be rewarded. If not, you’d be dragged either in your closet or under your bed, into his spire, and he’d turn you into his puppet to dance in his twisted shows forever and ever.

Some versions of the story would have him come to those who played card games at sleepovers, in some he’d come to those who were up past their bedtime, which was the version you watched in the tv show. In some you could just summon him by putting a joker card in front of your closet door, telling a good amount of lies and then sliding it under, and of course the game with the sheep would begin, with the amount of lies being the same amount of sheep that were present. Sometimes, instead of sheep, you’d have to answer questions, and if your answer was a lie, his appearance would become more and more terrifying, before he finally took you and made you his puppet. But no need to reminisce on the past, that’s just a little legend anyways. It’s a nice story, but it’s not real at all!

Right?

You smiled remembering that show you used to watch and the one episode that actually managed to scare you, which wasn’t the one about Shadow Milk, oddly enough. Your sweet nostalgic thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a bleat. You jolted up in terror and looked around, only to see there was nothing there. You calmed your breathing and laid back down. “Maybe I should stop thinking about that, for now, at least.” You mumbled to yourself as you stretched your back in your bed. After a moment of silence, you heard the sound of a music box. Only problem is,

You don’t own a music box.

And you’ve never heard that melody before.

Peeking out over your covers, you were too afraid to even move. You had no idea where that music was coming from, and you did NOT wanna find out anytime soon! You covered yourself up with the blankets and laid under there nice and still, covering your mouth with your hands. A blue glow was coming from outside, but no matter what, you’d never take them off. The music came to a halt after what felt like way longer than the minute it was playing for. You peeked an eye out from your hiding spot, and there was nothing there. You shuffled out of hiding and went back to sleep as normal, convincing yourself you were just sleep deprived.

“Well there you are…~”

What… was that? WHO was that? You opened your eyes, and a man in a blue harlequin outfit sat in front of you on the edge of your bed. He smiled at you and your closet in front of you was full of glowing blue eyes watching you. “There’s no way…” you thought to yourself. “A-are you… n-no… no it can’t be… shadow-“

“Shadow Milk Cookie? The great and powerful? Who else?” You lay there, eyes widened. You could not believe it! The very urban legend himself, right in your house, right at your bed, right now! “Yes, yes, hold your applause. I heard someone can’t sleep. Someone’s been a bad, bad cookie, huh? Good cookies should be put to bed right away, but look at you, all wide awake like it’s nothing!” Your voice was shaky as you replied, “I- I’m sorry, I, I promise I was trying to g-go to sleep but I-“ He interrupted and held a finger up to you, “Shhhhh… I know, Y/N Cookie, I know. Which is why… we’re gonna play a game! Since you know me so so so so so well, I think you know what you’ve got to do, yes?” You nodded “Yeah. I gotta figure out the sheep that’s not fake, got it.” He clapped his hands, “What a smart cookie you are! Oh, you must be a HUGE fan! Let’s see… what number did you count to? Five? Ah yes, Five!” Shadow Milk snapped his fingers, and on cue 5 sheep came out of your closet. You didn’t really want to think about how this was possible, you wanted to focus on figuring it out. “Think reeeeeal hard, Y/N Cookie. You got this!”

You looked real hard at each one, eyes scanning over the herd. Their blue eyes eerily glowed as you tried hard to spot the odd one out, but they all just looked so similar, you had no idea. Your index finger began to tremble as a tear formed from your fear. You really didn’t feel like being turned into a puppet. The idea of being bound to strings and losing all your will was… everything but pleasant. “Awww~ There, there, Y/N Cookie.” He began to pat you on the head, “There’s no need for those crocodile tears! You’ve got all the time in the world! Unless… that is, unless I get too bored waiting!” You swallowed, and went with your gut and made a decision. “That one! That one there!”

“Oh?”

Your finger was pointed to the second sheep in the row. “I-it’s that one. I-I think that one is the real… sh-sheep…” You almost began to hyperventilate. There was no going back now. You looked to Shadow Milk Cookie, who was smiling. He stood there, watching you shiver with anticipation. The silence felt like an eternity till he began to slowly clap his hands and opened his mouth.

“So you HAVE been listening to the whispers of deceit!”

You sighed in relief. “So I… So I got it right?” He nodded his head, “Mmhmm, mmhmm, mmhmm! That’s right! Look at you! Such a good (girl/boy/cookie), doing the homework! I’m so proud of you!” He gave you a pat on the back, which made you flinch a bit. “Well, now that playtime’s over, I think it’s only fair I give you the sweet relief of slumber you crave.” He took a fistful of something out of his pocket, “But rest assured, I will be back, and I cannot wait to play with you again! Now then… Ready, Y/N?” You sighed and laid down on your bed, falling onto the pillow. “Heh! I’ll take that as a “yes” then!” He opened up his hand and blew a shiny blue powder in your direction. The blue dust made you sleepier and sleepier till you couldn’t help but drift off. Shadow Milk Cookie turned to exit from your closet into his Spire of Deceit. He turned his head to get a good look at how peaceful his new playmate looked all bundled up with their head in the dream world.

“I shall see you later~!”

[ace-the-void]

CaptainTreacle Ship-Chart

-I honestly love these too, I can’t wait to post their lore together! It’s gonna take so long, hope y’all like forbidden lovers..

(I’m sorry if I got the bi flag wrong!!)

[salynaa]

~Black Sapphire Cookie

Looks like you'll be getting more visitors soon!Thanks to a certain someone huh…

[burning-spyce]

bath time for husband...

[someweirdoreblogger]

Burning Spice Cookie's victory lights up Earthbread in a passionate ring of fire; a festival of firework and chaotic combustion. An immortal blaze of glory in a forest of ashen salt and sugar. He cackles arrogance, like a child, while Golden Cheese Cookie can only accept she's far too weak to protect the laat piece of her sealed heart, jamless and soaked in grief.

The audcity of this forsaked monster frightens just as much as it astonishes her. He erased her history, ripped her wings in bloody triumph, and burnt to crisps her determination and ambitions. Yet still, he further taunts her by dancing on the grave of her people, steals from her the sorrowful peace and seldom.

Even then, and now still, Burning Spice Cookie mocks her uselessness by claiming her most prized treasure-

You.

"Don’t dull so soon, prisoner o' mine, the fun has only just begun! Our guest of honor just arrived!"

Just when Golden Cheese Cookie thinks her most prized possession is safe and sound in the hands of her trusted comrades, He comes forth and steals.

"Can't you look at her? Is it that hard to witness her failure to protect what used to be hers?"

He never stops laughing at those below his feet, below his heavenly pedestal as a Herald of Change.

"Aren't you curious as to what it looks like to lose everything you devoted your entire existence to preserve, only to lose it all to the tides of change?"

Burning Spice Cookie awaits no response from the golden Queen of a broken era. Burning Spice Cookie is a relentless, gluttonous beast. Peeling her treasure apart, layer by layer, the Beast of Destruction tastes the delicious flavor of potent fear on his sharp tongue.

The lion cornered the gazelle, claws ready to tear into the hide of its chosen prey. The viper coils around the vitals of a rodent in a tightening spring of force and pressure.

A hearty growl escapes him in a quake of control and power. Wicked heat, pleasure follows the frozen goosebumps he leaves in the wake of a curious, hungry mouth on you.

Pure delight ignites his heart and spirit. He effortlessly holds a truly lively prey in his countless arms at the mercy of his will. The gleeful flames in his eyes danced in a mindless drove of thrill and focus. Gold teeth will graze your crust, his laughter infectious as his lips abandon your bare flesh, flaunting you upon his infernal throne like you were merely a thing to gloat about.

A sharp claw teases the chain secured around your neck, and an opposing stray cuffed hand slowly tangles a piece of your hair, twisting and twirling.

Another naked palm holds your head in place, completely at his mercy. Hot coals sizzle, a raging-hot burst of passion scorches the timidity, vulnerability will be punished, his power shall warn you.

His digits diligently drag a mockery of a comforting stroke underneath your chin, caressing careful line after line. While yet another eager hand doodles countless shapes on your opposite hip, curious as one could be.

Thick fingers dwarf your size, squeezing and prying like thorns, threatening to mark their symbol into your dough, no space for doubt whilst in favor of Burning Spice Cookie.

[bvttercreamm]

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