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waaa if requests are open, mayhaps a fun little angsty kind? your writing style feels like it'll match it well

perhaps a reader who is all about loyalty, pining for pure vanilla cookie AND white lily (because i think it's funny if reader got the naruto treatment where their best friends got together) like they're not all that hurt, they're happy for them, honest!!

it's just, it feels like they've been left behind

and shadow milk cookie notices this, the twist here is that, reader doesn't join him or switch sides but they indulge him, so it's two lonely people finding company with each other, do whatever you want with this, change a few things if you want!! most important thing for me is that reader isn't tempted to join, only wanting to have shadow milk's company

"curtain call" - shadow milk x reader (ft. pv and wl)

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you weren’t surprised when it happened. the slow shift from stolen glances to quiet touches. from late-night conversations shared beneath the glow of starflower lanterns to soft smiles that only belonged to each other.

pure vanilla cookie and white lily cookie.

they’d found solace in each other’s light. you? you stood just at the edge of it. grateful. and left behind.

you told yourself you were happy. meant it, too. they deserved joy after everything. the pain, the scars, the loss. you had been loyal. you always would be. to them. to the cause. to the hope you all once shared.

but still, when you stood alone in the empty gardens where lilies bloomed and the air tasted faintly of vanilla, something inside you curled tight, unsaid and unseen.

that was when he found you.

"ahh, there you are. the picture of tragedy and dignity, an audience of one!"

his voice slithered out from the shadows like ribboned silk, teasing, bright, but never warm. shadow milk cookie stepped from behind a gnarled, petal-thin pillar of moonlight, his two-toned gaze flashing like twin stage lights.

you didn’t flinch. not anymore.

"you must be mistaken," you said, voice even, gaze tired. "there’s no tragedy here."

he clasped a hand to his chest, feigning hurt. "what a lie that is. your mask is exquisite, doll. may i borrow it for my next act?"

you scoffed, folding your arms. "what do you want?"

"to bask in your melancholy, of course!" he said, spinning dramatically. "the ache of being second, forgotten, but ever faithful!"

you didn’t answer.

he took a slow step forward, voice softening. "they've moved on without you, haven't they?"

you looked away, jaw tight. "they're happy."

"and you're not."

it wasn’t a question. just a statement. one you didn’t bother denying.

you should’ve walked away then. should’ve left him standing there in the ruins of your solitude with his words like oil spilled on water. but the truth? you were tired. not broken. not bitter. just tired.

"…you're still here," you said.

he smiled, all teeth and something like curiosity.

you let the silence stretch between you until it wasn’t silence anymore, just a pause between acts. and you surprised yourself when you said, "fine. keep me company. just don't talk too much."

"oh, how cruel!" he grinned, bowing low like you were royalty. "but i accept, with delight! it's practically romantic."

you sat beneath a withering tree that night, and shadow milk cookie lounged beside you like a serpent uncoiling in moonlight. he made commentary on the stars. wove lies into stories that made you chuckle against your will. he said your laugh sounded like the rustle of forgotten curtains.

days passed like that. weeks, maybe. you never asked him what he wanted. he never asked why you stayed. there was something unspoken in your arrangement. he didn’t tempt you to leave your side, and you didn’t try to fix what had long since shattered in him.

"i never understood loyalty," he mused one evening, his voice low, words almost tender. "it always ends in tragedy. is it worth it?"

you tilted your head. thought of pure vanilla’s gentle eyes. white lily’s quiet resilience. you thought of how their hands had found each other when you weren’t looking.

"i think it is," you said softly. "even if it hurts."

shadow milk cookie stared at you then. not with amusement or cruelty, but with something close to wonder. like you were a riddle he hadn’t solved. or a truth too sharp to swallow.

"you're a strange one," he said.

"so are you," you replied.

his grin returned, slower this time. "perhaps we deserve each other, in a way."

"no," you said, shaking your head. "i'm just… tired."

"mm," he hummed. "then let us be tired together."

and so, you did. not lovers. not allies. just two strange souls caught in the in-between. he spun his illusions, and you let him. you watched the world you couldn’t belong to anymore flicker beyond reach, and he watched you watching it.

maybe it wasn’t enough.

but it was something.

and sometimes, when you sat beside him and the world grew quiet, it almost felt like you hadn’t been left behind at all.

just… waiting for the curtain to rise again.

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someone save me from work, i want to continue

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hush, nonono, this is REAL AND CANON <33 in my heart this has happened and true

okay but if this isn't canon, i wholeheartedly believe that Shadow Milk did see this timelime where it DID happen probably when he's stuck in the tree, bored and viewing the branching (get it) timelines

April Fools’ Special: “The Great Prank War of Blueberry Yogurt Academy” Crack-filled spinoff…Non-canon. No logic. Just glitter and emotional whiplash.

The day begins with a single, ominous announcement echoing through the Academy’s ancient halls

“To all students and faculty: April 1st shall henceforth be known as the Day of Arcane Fools. The Hall of Enlightenment bears no responsibility for what is to come. Proceed with chaos.”

You wake up to find your shoes replaced with jelly slimes that scream “THE TRUTH IS A LIE” with every step. Chai Latte Cookie bursts in moments later, giggling uncontrollably.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she says, deadpan. “Hazelnut dared me. Besides, you do look good in slime shoes.”

Earl Grey Cookie and Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie have barricaded the dining hall, claiming it's under quarantine due to "rogue custard spirits." They’re dressed in full alchemical hazmat robes, enforcing ridiculous entry rites like reciting the entire history of blueberry cultivation.

And then oh, then comes Shadow Milk Cookie. He enters the dining hall by materializing from a burst of stardust and scrolls, grand cloak billowing behind him, voice echoing with noble gravitas.

“BEHOLD. I HAVE FORESEEN THE GREATEST FOOLERY IN THE STARS. AND I yes, I, the Sage of Truth SHALL JOIN THIS GLORIOUS NONSENSE.”

He’s wearing sunglasses shaped like ancient runes, and his Soul Jam is flickering with rainbow disco light. Chai Latte Cookie collapses into laughter. “I knew he’d crack eventually,” she whispers, nudging you. “Is it weird that I find this version of him kinda... charming?”

Shadow Milk Cookie has declared a Prank War Tournament structured, of course. He conjures scrolls of rules that are 73 pages long and somehow signed by “The Ghost Council.” No one remembers such a council existing before today.

The teams are set Team Moonmilk  consists of You, Shadow Milk, and Chai Latte. Team Chaos Custard consists of Hazelnut, Earl Grey, and a very confused first-year student who thought this was a study group.

The war includes

Potion Ping-Pong don’t drink the wrong one; some give you wings, others uncontrollable hiccup spells.

Scroll Charades, where mispronunciation can summon temporary illusions (Earl Grey accidentally conjures a herd of tiny squealing sheep. No one knows why.)

and Hide-and-Seek through the Nightmare Archive, where all the books whisper dad jokes to throw you off.

At one point, Shadow Milk Cookie corners you in a corridor, gently smirking behind his rune-glasses.

“You’ve played quite cleverly today. I daresay I underestimated you, my starlit assistant in tomfoolery.”

You blink at him. “You just enchanted the custodian's mop to sing opera. Doesn’t that count as clever?”

He gasps. “That mop had dreams!” Later, during a breather in the botanical gardens where prank pollen causes uncontrollable giggling fits Chai Latte sits beside you and hands you a cup of your favorite drink…which now sparkles for some reason. She leans her head on your shoulder with a soft sigh.

“Even if the world’s falling into prank-fueled chaos,” she murmurs, “I’m glad I get to be by your side. Just like always.” Before you can answer, Shadow Milk calls across the courtyard, waving what appears to be a glitter bomb shaped like a moonstone.

“Come, my dear trickster! We must seal our victory with The Grand Finale of Truth Confetti!”

You glance between your two companions, the sage gleaming with wild delight, and your friend glowing with gentle fondness. And you think 

Maybe this is what truth feels like too. Not just in knowledge... But in joy. In being seen. And in letting yourself laugh.

Operation: Confess or Confuzzle

You are minding your business. Simply existing. Enjoying a perfectly normal snack in the courtyard after surviving the Prank Tournament. The sun is gentle. The air smells like a mix of lemon balm and unidentifiable magical residue. Peaceful. Then Hazelnut Biscotti approaches with a shifty look in his eyes. “Just so you know,” he says, “something’s about to happen. I tried stopping them. I really did.” You don’t even have time to ask before

“DEAREST SCHOLAR OF MY HEART!”

Shadow Milk Cookie descends. From the sky. Cloak trailing behind him, arms wide, like a meteor of romantic drama. He lands on one knee before you, holding up a scroll with your name written in sparkly calligraphy.

Chai Latte Cookie is behind him, barely holding in her laughter. She gives you a wink and mouths, Just play along.

“For far too long,” Shadow Milk intones, “I have resisted these truths buried within me. But nay, I can hide no longer. On this sacred day of cosmic jest, I confess my soul yearns not just for truth... but for you.”

The entire courtyard goes silent. Several upper scholars drop their scrolls. One of them screams. Your jaw drops. You open your mouth to ask what in the moon-blessed realms is going on, but Shadow Milk continues.

“I seek not merely academic clarity, but the clarity of your gaze. Grant me thy hand, thy snack, and perhaps even thy study notes.”

He holds out a macaroon. You’re about to respond with something resembling a sound when…

“I OBJECT!”

Chai Latte Cookie storms forward in full theatrical fury, knocking over a chair for effect. “You can’t just confess on April Fools’ Day, Sage. That’s breaking the Ancient Rules of Trickery. Which means by Article 7, Clause Chaotic I have the right to duel you for their heart.”

You blink. “What.”

Shadow Milk narrows his eyes. “So be it. Let this duel commence.”

The Duel for Your Affection: “Truth vs Tea”

Location: The Courtyard of Possibly Cursed Flowers Judges: Earl Grey, Hazelnut, and the Opera Mop Weapons: Pranks only. Winner is whoever makes you laugh harder.

ROUND ONE: Prank Poetry

Chai Latte: Delivers a fake love poem that starts beautiful and ends in a recipe for lemon muffins. You tear up. Until she pulls a muffin from your pocket and yells, “Checkmate!”

Shadow Milk: Opens an ancient tome that releases a recording of him dramatically confessing his love to a potted plant...your potted plant. From three weeks ago. How did he even???

Point goes to Shadow Milk Cookie, for historical commitment.

ROUND TWO: The Embarrassing Memory Spell

They each cast a minor illusion spell that reveals a shared memory.

Chai Latte: Shows a moment when you fell asleep studying drooling and all, hairs out of place and she gently covered you with her scarf, staring at you like you were the only Cookie in the world.

Shadow Milk: Accidentally shows you calling him “Shmilk” in a dream. Out loud. In a crowded library.

You scream. Your face flushing. They both look smug. Point goes to Chai Latte, for psychological warfare. Wasn't the point of this to make you laugh?...

FINAL ROUND: Personal Confession Bomb

Each gets one final statement to “convince” you.

Chai Latte Cookie: She steps forward, all teasing gone from her face. Voice soft.  “If I only get to make you laugh today… that’s enough for me. But if there ever comes a day you want to know how I really feel…”  She presses a tiny folded note into your hand. “You’ll find me.”

Shadow Milk Cookie: He clears his throat, awkwardly solemn for once.  “It may have begun as a jest, but in trying to make you laugh, I uncovered a... truth I hadn’t prepared for. I would like to continue being the reason you smile even if it's as a fool.”  He bows. “Though I must admit... I rather like it when you blushed.”

The courtyard erupts.

Earl Grey: “I CALL IT A TIE.” Hazelnut: “I vote for the mop.” The Mop: operatic screeching intensifies

Epilogue:

You’re left on the grass, heart pounding, surrounded by absurdity and affection. A note in one hand. A glitter scroll in the other. And two very different Cookies one warm like tea, the other burning like a comet watching you with soft smiles.

And even though it’s all a joke...

...why does it feel so real?

Post-Credits Scene: The mop lands a solo in the Academy spring recital. No one questions it.

A/N I made this not weeks ago but maybe a week and a half ago waiting for today...<3

It's just silly and non-canon

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i almost added smth to the reader that would've given the whole plot away hehehhee HAHAHAHHAHA, im happy with the silly plot i have planned with the Fount

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Fount of Knowledge x Reader: Er(r)udition In Falling

♙♖♘♗♔♕ ᡶꪖꪉꪶꫀ ꪮᠻ ᨶꪮ᭢ᡶꫀ᭢ᡶᦔ ♛♚♝♞♜♟

Err - fail to adhere to the proper or accepted standards; do wrong. Erudition - the quality of having or showing great knowledge or learning; scholarship.

Falling - 1. declining; deteriorating 2. coming down from a higher level

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ "𝑇𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛." ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Genesis

Sehnsucht

Moonglade

Patzer

Sanguine

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COOKIE RUN KINGDOM DIVIDERS: MAGIC CANDY PART 3

Financier

Cream Unicorn

Captain Caviar

Strawberry Crepe

Blueberry Pie

Twizzly Gummy

Caramel Arrow

Dark Choco

Mint Choco

Pastry

Peppermint

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COOKIE RUN KINGDOM DIVIDERS: MAGIC CANDY PART 2

Madeline

Latte

Tea Knight

Wildberry

Mango

Parfait

Sorbet Shark

Black Raisin

Snow Sugar

Pinecone

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IM ADDING THIS TO THE FOUNT OF KNOWLEDGE SERIES NOBODY CAN STOP ME

writing the vampire cookie oneshot is making me EEPY, im suddenly thinking of Touch Starved Shadow Milk Cookie, hhhhh, that fucker is such a clown but really i'm the one always thinking abt him so my mind is the whole damn circus for that fool

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— Shadow Milk Cookie & Affogato Cookie to Ruler!Reader, 2025

my liege we your council would not advise this course of action but we all agree it would be pretty funny regardless

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writing the vampire cookie oneshot is making me EEPY, im suddenly thinking of Touch Starved Shadow Milk Cookie, hhhhh, that fucker is such a clown but really i'm the one always thinking abt him so my mind is the whole damn circus for that fool

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COOKIE RUN KINGDOM DIVIDERS: MAGIC CANDY PART 1

Espresso

Purple yam

Vampire

Milk

Rye

Squid Ink

Werewolf

Licorice

Creampuff

Mala Sauce

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Hi , i just wanted to ask if you're planning on writing another part of the platonic shadow milk and kid reader?

ill think about it, pray for my motivation

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That platonic shadow milk & reader blurb was so good!!! Oh my god, can you imagine the confusion and fear for pure vanilla in the gang to realize, "Oh my God, there's a kid here. Why is there a kid here??" Not realizing that this kid is gonna be one of the reasons for their downfall. Or when pure vanilla awakens, he tries to maybe bring the kid over, but the kid refuses because they want to go with Shadow milk. Oh my god, my thoughts are running wild with that, thank you!!!

REAL, i didn't have much juice left so it's pretty short but i have so many thoughts abt it here's a few i didnt get to like, write abt

Kid Reader is essentially the embodiment of White Lies, the kind you say innocently or with good intentions

The kind many say, it never goes away

So Kid Reader is essentially the spot of Yang to Shadow Milk's Yin, and is OP in their own right

They're just very innocent and mostly easily distracted with other things than cause chaos

BUT ALSO YEAH, I WANTED TO WRITE ABT THE BRAVE GANG MEETING READER, ESPECIALLY PV

the encounter with Candy Apple probably left them suspicious at first but Reader is just so inherently.. out of it? that they worry anyway

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do you guys think the beasts just did stupid ass shit like this whilst waiting for their new bodies. anyways i saw this gem of a post and knew what i had to do

og under the cut

made by @burningcheese-merchant (was a delight to draw this, your shitposts are so funny i couldn't NOT)

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honestly this may just be my favorite part in the whole In The Presence of Truth thing, it's so so silly, a pocket in time where things were innocent.

in my head when i'm working i imagined most of the crk cast "watching" ITPOT as a sort of, get to know the Beast before they fell thing and being shocked at the sight of SMC looking so... cookie????? human???? anyways, lovely writing OP, i love Sage, my silly

I LOVE MC, HOW DID YOU EVEN MELT A TABLE, BY THE WITCHES 😭😭

* somewhere in the future *

Some high scholar: Srsly? What do u even see in them?!

*cue on MC doing smth stoopid* (we still love u dw)

SMC: *sighs dreamily* They make me laugh…

The tranquil halls of the Academy were suddenly filled with the unmistakable sound of frantic footsteps several pairs, in fact.

"GET BACK HERE!"

"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT, I SWEAR!"

You came sprinting around the corner at full speed, face full of unfiltered panic, arms flailing wildly as you narrowly dodged a startled scholar carrying a stack of books. Hot on your heels, Chai Latte Cookie, Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie, and Earl Grey Cookie gave chase, each looking increasingly exasperated. "You set the entire alchemy lab on fire!" Earl Grey shouted, struggling to keep up. "It was just a small fire!" you yelled over your shoulder. "YOU MELTED THE TABLE!" Hazelnut Biscotti corrected, a hand dramatically running through his hair in distress. From a quiet corner of the hall, Shadow Milk Cookie sat with a book in hand, elegantly poised as ever. Beside him, a High Scholar watched the unfolding disaster with sheer incredulity, eyes darting between you currently dodging Chai Latte’s attempt to tackle you and the Sage of Truth himself. "You cannot be serious," the scholar muttered, voice dripping with disbelief. "This is the person you're so enamored with? What do you even see in them?"

Shadow Milk Cookie sighed not in exasperation, but in something impossibly soft. He closed his book with a gentle thump, golden eyes glowing with nothing but pure, unwavering devotion as he watched you dart past, still laughing despite the absolute chaos you'd caused. "They make me laugh," he murmured, a dreamy smile curling on his lips. The scholar turned back just in time to witness you trip over absolutely nothing, hit the ground with an undignified oof, and get immediately dogpiled by your friends. A muffled "I CAN EXPLAIN-" was all that could be heard before Chai Latte playfully smothered your face with her sleeve in retaliation. The High Scholar slowly turned back to Shadow Milk Cookie, aghast. "... You're doomed." Shadow Milk Cookie merely hummed, resting his cheek against his palm, utterly charmed.

"Indeed."

This was so funny I had to write something short LOL

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it was supposed to be a comic but I was too lazy to actually make it

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currently the cookie reqs i have are:

Vampire Cookie/Reader lazy day

Butter Roll/Reader angst

Pure Vanilla & Kid!Reader

Shadow Milk/Baker!Reader

btw for the Baker reader, do you mean an actual Baker Cookie, A witch or a Self Aware one, bc most tend to use Baker for Self Aware AUs