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Shadow Milk x Gn! Puppeteer reader

Okay so I’ve seen many portrayals of beasts x readers. Sooo I wanted to give it a go keep in mind I’m making the reader up in a way that I would believe the beasts would have the best chance of loving. It may not be totally healthy at times but then neither are the beasts.

When one knows all, what is there left to even lie about?

Shadow milks mind was an ever expanding labyrinth. The truth, bitter worse than any medicine could be.

He was saving everyone, he was saving them all!

His words sweet as sugar to the tongue, akin to music to other cookies ears.

It was healing. He was doing much better than the the witches would have.Much better than they would have cared too.

But still…. cookies found a way to be ungrateful.

Disguised in primroses his dough smelling of sweets, paper and gloss. Bows in his hair shadow milk was amongst cookie kind again. So incredibly bored.

He had heard of his other half..His soul jam taken. His thoughts turned like an endless carousel. Shadow Milk’s heels beautiful deceitful and shiny. Clicking across the kingdoms floor.

He hadn’t bothered to learn the name.

This place was so beautiful, so fragile like cookies minds..

He watched as men wandered late for work putting so much stock in their mundane lives.

As if any of it mattered at all.

Their names wouldn’t even make a margin in a book..yet they lived so full of joy..ignorance was a bliss he was never allowed.

So he watched that was all he was ever did, in his early days as a Sage gazing upon his students. Watching as they to learnt new concepts excitement bleeding into their jam.

In a way he would never get to experience. He had been baked with it, full of it from the beginning, written by witches and encased by purpose.

He watched with detachment, or perhaps a cruel amusement?

This kingdom

Watching …the king parade around helping people best he could ..people smiling brightly at him..oh how revolting.

One whisper here…

An uprising disguised as a protest.

Distrust would fester as deep as the very caramel that bound some of them together.

He had watched it a thousand times.

It held no novelty to make this place fall.

Perhaps he’d get Black sapphire to do it..

He loved watching how proud he’d get..the way he’d try to hide it, lie to the master of deceit could you believe that..? Unlike Candy apple cookie, he played indifferent.

But he was far to easy to read.

Like students he’d had in the past.

Regardless, he passed a bakery, fresh bread wafting around. He’d never need to eat.. Star jellies, an unnecessary indulgence for him. Though his dough protested.

It never used to

He stumbled.

A few cookies turned, concerned or allured. His disguise. It was amazing after all, He was a dainty young lady loosing her balance. His hair fluttering by his face.Shadow Milks eyes shut. Teeth grit. when he got his hands on that Faerie’s blasted kingdom..death was to kind for that elder…his sanctuary should fall quick and fast.

The clink of wood broke his thoughts, he had fallen to a bench it was covered with ornate wooden carvings of bear jellies, done recently..by sugar gnomes.. Feet throbbing his dough weakened beyond belief, he cursed he simply couldn’t float! It would ruin his act and Shadow Milk was everything but a bad actor.

When his eyes opened ornate and cerulean. He saw you..A tall cookie, your fingers long and slender holding strings attached to puppets..they were beautiful and detailed steeped in talent. Painted well, wooden in nature. Shadow milk’s interest was peeked. Stories..stories were always a treasure.

As the Sage he had never been one for them..he could usually guess the ending.. now a days he still could, cookies were so predictable the same tale again and again. Always one of heroism..to make themselves feel good, to lie to themselves. To pretend the world was worth saving once more.

Regardless his eyes were focused on you, on the street performer.

You were stunning in your execution, each finger moved with prescieian as your characters. Your puppets bent to you. A story on a humble stage the curtains red and hand made hot glue still clinging to the edges. Your face screwed in concentration as you told the tale old and practised.

A knight a dragon and a princess at play, children swarmed you your hat on the well paved road collecting gold from exasperated parents and ecstatic children desperate to see how it ends.

Shadow Milk scoffed his eyes straying once more, just another redundant tale.

It didn’t matter how glossy your lips looked, how your voice changed for every character that you played. Deep and commanding for the dragon, sweet and high for the princess and young and brave for the prince.

The end would be the same he had seen it before.

So he shut his eyes once more, yet he couldn’t burn you form his brain the way you smiled at every child’s excitement like a novelty the way you seemed so invested in your story. He found a smirk on his face when your voice ramped up for the conclusion.

The swish of crude curtains, a light hint of the fragrance you had used.

The children’s excited voices, their yells reached him here..he grimaced they sounded like Candy apple cookie..heavens that girl wouldn’t leave him alone.

“Tell us! Does the princess escape?”

“Is the prince okay?”

“The dragon must feel really bad huh?”

Your laugh rang over them all as you concluded the tale, your fingers nimble the sound of wood hitting Shadow Milks ears with finality. As the dragon slammed against the humbly crafted stage, the children clapped and parents handed you the gold you were owed..

Some exasperated, others happy to get going..the rare few enjoying it. The coins glittered in the moonlight amongst your hat you smiled, dusk was turning to a cool starry night it was about time to leave.

Shadow Milk watched as you stood, hands nimble and gentle like the worlds most beautiful sculpture had gained sentience and moved. Brushing the coins into your pocket, hat firmly on your head. You began to pack up each puppet. Strings smoothened with such care..

Shadow Milk didn’t know what possessed him to stand, still as a beautiful lady his intentions concealed and hidden behind charm..Perhaps it was your content. Such a basic story..

Your skill was being wasted . Yes that was it! Obviously he couldn’t stand seeing a fellow puppeteer be satisfied with such a boorish tale..He’d show you a whole new world of story’s and eventually a whole new world of lies..

You’ll forget wether one begins and one ends.

It was your skill that was all. Nothing to do with your radiance..Nothing to do with the fact that you were a simple cookie, nothing like him at all, and yet his eyes still lingered.

On the curve of your lip

the lilt of your voice

the hue of your eyes

the way the moon reflected across your skin.

It had nothing to do with that at all. He was above such things after all he knew all.

So when the beautiful “Lady Milk crown” approached you..and complained of a cake hound attack, her legs oh so weak to walk. You picked her up with no strain offering to get her home..

Only for her to proclaim her noble status, her fascination with you.

Asking if you’d perform in her court with her stories.

Your stomachs flipped you hadn’t been able to land stable employment for a while..Sure spinning stories was a passion..But gold kept the jelly on the table..

So without a shred of doubt in your eyes you nodded ecstatic.

This lady was offering you to be a jester!

Little did you know you were already speaking to one.

You didn’t know when your legs carried you off to your own home instead of hers. Her words soft in your ear unable to be ignored.

When did “Lady Milk crown” settle on your couch..Why were you offering her your bed?Rambling about its comfort level compared to the couch?

Why did she take you up on that?

Regardless you were giddy someone liked your performance!

Someone wanted you to perform for them. Someone stunning and sweet, someone who would pay you for your creativity. That same creativity that flowed easier than the soda streams on far away islands.

Shadow Milk couldn’t wait..

A world of stories corruption was in your future, all at his hand..

He’d hope you keep looking at him with such reverence even when you knew the truth of it all..

Then again watching your face crumple in confusion the deceit having poisoned your mind. As he revealed himself to be the beast he was..that was good too.

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OKAY THIS IS MY CRK OC

CUMIN COOKIE!!

so hear me out. She lives in the edge of beast yeast in the Spice kingdom..though the village she’s in is on the outskirts with her grandma and the Kulfi’s.

Her greatest dream was to join the spice force but her dough was too weak to keep up. So she had to wear a lot of armour to keep her dough intact, she had heard of the fount of knowledge and realised he may be able to help make her dough stronger.

But! Since she was in a small village she hadn’t heard of the Fount of knowledges fall to deceit. So when she arrived she saw the spire of deceit unknowing what she was looking at she got closer. Only to see gingerbrave and the gang fly out the window of the spire. Sensing something was off she ran. She was to ashamed to come home empty handed with no cure.

So she wandered around a bit. Eventually she came across Chilli pepper cookie who tried to steal the gold armour off of her, they fought and eventually Custard cookie III broke them up. He eventually let her stay since his healing could keep her dough together. Cumin cookie ecstatic write home to her grandmother that she had become a guard! In a new continent if Crispa!

Her grandmother doesn’t get the letter. Burning spice had destroyed her village the moment she left. She won’t ever know this ..till much later if at all.

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Okay not sure if this how I’ll draw em forever but I just wanted to rationalise how they’d look outside my comic style.

I dunno if I’m fully satisfied with black sapphires he’s a bit too sharp? If that makes sense? Anyways. Probably more comic stuff soon

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I dunno I was just thinking that Fount of knowledge And Wizard cookies would lowkey get along so well.

Then I remember I heard somewhere Wizard cookies was actually super young but when I first played I thought he was like 50 or something and this idea was born