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Wait did Shadow Milk do the mental breakdown hair chopping as he became a Beast

Bc his hair is smooth af in the art n stuff of him before he was a Beast, and we all know how his hair looks as a Beast currently so…

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lol instead I post more shadow milk. I’m sorry yall 💀💀💀💀💀💀

Ok idk if anyone will see this tbh, but I'm trying to decide between writing out some knight!reader stuff or prototype/precursor!reader...

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Shadow Milk brainrot bc he invades my mind daily and I cannot get rid of him. He needs to pay rent at this point if he’s gonna stay for so long >:|

Contents: NSFW, kink discussion, umm MDNI please

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- Definitely into roleplay. You cannot tell me he’s gonna be like that and not be into roleplay. Hell, he probably sometimes enjoys roleplay more than the sex itself

- Roleplay + powerplay, biggest scenario I can think of is teacher x student…

Okay hear me out on this one:

- Shadow Milk seems like such a switch to me

- He likes to be in control (I think???) and so like to dom or be on top

- But also likes when you wrestle that control from him, especially when you outsmart him

- I think he secretly, deep down, likes when he doesn’t have to overthink or be in control of everything, bc he used to have to know everything and acted as a sort of fuckin authority figure of everything

- So yeah I’d think he’d be a sub, but you have to earn it from him

- That sounds so fucking weird lmfao

- Man’s versatile af

Hope you enjoyed the unfortunate thoughts that plague my mind!

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Ok idk if anyone will see this tbh, but I'm trying to decide between writing out some knight!reader stuff or prototype/precursor!reader...

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Help I’m stuck on deciding how I should refer to/write the cookies…like are they human? Cookie? Something in between? Heck

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Please Shadow Milk comforting reader who is having an anxiety attack. Gender neutral reader so anyone else with anxiety issues can enjoy too!

Pairing: Shadow Milk Cookie x Anxious!Reader

Contents: SFW, Angst, Mental illness (again lmao)

Word Count: 606

A/N: I don’t know what I’m doing ❤️ anyways, I hope I wrote it alright ;-;

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Nothing could rival the stifling feeling of your own thoughts curling and twisting around your own mind, forcing you to delve too deep into the what-ifs and if-thens. It mattered not the irrationality of your mind; the thoughts persisted nevertheless.

You couldn’t feel your body, if your heart was even beating, or if your lungs were taking in air. Despite this, your chest was constricted and your breathing came in shallow puffs. You couldn’t hear; it was as if you were trapped within a muffled prison of your own mind.

“Oh my darling~” The Beast’s voice echoed throughout the hallway. You didn’t respond. Shadow Milk’s whole body exited his floating portal, his multitude of eyes honed in on your figure, curled into a ball on the ground.

Shadow Milk knew the signs of an anxious attack like yours, because of course he did. The one aspect where his knowledge seemed to falter was how to handle his darling panicking on the floor.

The Beast flowed slowly toward you, his senses trained on you. He couldn’t help the bout of affection that tickled his empty soul at yourself in his presence.

“Hey, [name]?” He placed a hand on your shoulder gently, despite his own increasing panic. You didn’t respond, again.

Shadow Milk kneeled in front of you, his knees following his feet as they touched the carpeted floor. He cradled your face in his hands, turning your head so he could meet your eyes. Your breaths came in quick hiccups, your whole body tense.

“Hey now. Focus on me for a sec, ‘kay? I’m going to try and help you out here.” He says, praying to the Witches above he was doing this properly. He took your hands in his, thumbs tracing the creases of your palms.

“Can you try and breathe with me?” Shadow Milk cringed internally at his words, but steeled his resolve. If it was for you, he could crumble of embarrassment for all he cared.

Your eyes finally focus on his face, his stupid little smirk he seems to have all the time, and your heart seems to calm for beat. The sensation of his cold hands on yours diverts your attention, and you could finally perceive the stress that seems to reflect itself in your Beast’s eyes.

“Very good. You’re so quick, I knew you could do it.” Shadow Milk grins, genuinely, this time. He gestures for you to follow after him, and takes a deep breath through his nose. You mimic him, feeling your throat stutter as you escape your hyperventilating state. You both hold your breaths for a moment, before Shadow Milk exhales outward, and you follow. Your mind seems to quiet, and you grip Shadow Milk’s hands back.

He smiles at you, partially out of relief, and partially out of something else you can’t quite place. All you can see is the softness in his eyes.

“Are you feeling alright, or should we continue?” He asks. You note how uncharacteristically gentle his tone seems to be.

You shake your head, and allow him to pull you upward, right into his embrace. He giggles as you stumble, your legs stiff after being curled up for so long.

Shadow Milk tickles your nose with a strand of your hair, still grinning.

“Come on then, my little performer, shall we go entertain?” He twirls you around, rejoicing in the way your face lights up.

“I’ll always be here, you know. Little old me isn’t going anywhere! Tell me your woes, lest they consume you and all that jazz~” He ruffles your hair as he drags you away to cause chaos as usual.

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I need to finish the bg3 playthrough or im never gonna get shit done 💀

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Please pardon my inconsistent tagging, I’m still kinda new to posting here <— chronic tumblr lurker lmfao

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Anxiety asker again, I forgot to specify romantic I'm so sorry

No prob! Thanks for clarifying ^^

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WHY do all my fic ideas lead to SHADOW MILK COOKIE

Please leave me alone thank you very much 🤭

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Holy bejeebus I did *not* expect that smc x reader oneshot thingie to get so many notes 😨

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No one will see this but I have a new crk fic idea brewing mwahahahah 🧙

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Can you do a scenario where Shadow Milk Cookie catches a mentally exhausted reader about to fall off the ledge of the spire but he catches them because he loves them?

Pairing: Shadow Milk Cookie x Mentally Exhausted!Reader

Contents: SFW, Angst, Implied mental illness + passive suicidal ideation? I think?

Word Count: 615

A/N: Please forgive me, this is kind of ass, I’m so sorry 😭😭

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Shadow Milk’s twisting and warping domain did little to aid your broken mind. You’d often find yourself wandering the halls, only to find yourself in free fall, just to face plant onto a carpet a second later.

You’ve lost track of how long you’ve been trapped here. Peering through the windows of the Spire gave you no indication, as everything is controlled by the Beast himself.

You’re not even sure how you originally wound up in the Spire of Shadows. All you can recall is ditching your horrid life behind and seeking solace in a forest to have a mental breakdown. You’ve been having a lot of those lately. It doesn’t help that you feel like you’re being watched every time it happens, too.

As you’re pondering your life choices, wondering where it all went downhill, you felt the ground shift beneath you. You were casually strolling down a secluded hallway when, mid-step, the Spire warped again, and the ground that was meant to meet your foot never came.

Your heart dropped to your stomach as you felt the pull of gravity drag you downwards. You wanted to scream, but all the air had already rushed out of your lungs. All that was left was to accept your fate. Remembering you had no control of your life, that everything was forced and put upon you, made it a little easier. You closed your eyes and felt a flicker of peace well up in your soul. If you were going to go out, this wasn’t too bad a way.

The domain blurred past you as you fell. You could see part of the Spire in all its glory, gleaming in the faux light that bathed the place. This was it, you thought, the peace of the end of it all settling in your mind.

Only for a pair of arms to catch you and hoist you upward. Two mismatched eyes met yours, a wide grin plastered on the sly bastard’s face.

“Ah ah ah…I can’t have you going and exiting the stage so soon! Our tale has just begun!” Shadow Milk’s lilting voice gave up its usual flare, betraying a hint of softness underneath. The beast clung to you as hard as you clung to him, as if you were his lifeline, despite the fact you were the one freefalling to your death. You could feel the cold of his hands seeping through your clothes and into your skin.

Shadow Milk carried you to an open window and dropped you onto the floor unceremoniously, hovering just above the windowsill. You huff and dusted yourself off, standing and staring him in the face.

“Y’know, I was just fine plummeting to my death. Why’d you have to go and ruin it?” You say. Shadow Milk’s grinning face wavered just barely, but he covers it well.

“Oh my darling, you shouldn’t be going off script like that! Like I said, I need you with me for the climax of this play~” He says, giggling. You cross your arms at his cryptic talk.

“Now now. You be careful around here, mkay? There are sooo many dangers around here, I’d absolutely hate it for you to get hurt!” He says, as if he didn’t magic the damn place to his own liking. He pats your head as he talks, then summons a swirling portal.

Shadow Milk bows to you right before he disappears through the portal, the sound of his laughter echoing in the halls.

You sigh and sag against the wall, the exhaustion of almost dying hitting you like a brick. You were never really strong, anyways.

You don’t notice, but after the incident, you haven’t tripped in his domain ever since.

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Also sorry for no fic yet...I'm doing finals in university...and also shadowmilk is a little scruncht to write ;-;;; I can do this tho

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I only play cookie run so I don't know a lot about millennial tree...but hear me out

Millennial Tree x Elder Faerie...old man yaoi...hmmmm

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hello ! big fan of wildberry cookie here. . . may i request wildberry confessing his love for reader during ep. 9 where he's injured? (ˊ˘ˋ*) thank you !

Pairing: Wildberry Cookie x Hollyberry Soldier!Reader

Contents: SFW, Angst, Implied Character Death (?), Beast Yeast Ep. 9 Spoilers

Word Count: 415

A/N: Omg my first ever request, thank you!! I hope I did it justice...sorry if it's short ;-;;;;

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“Oho! That love you hold dear in your heart...

You know well that it won't work out,

but you have no intention of giving up!”

Pavlova’s words echoed in his ears as his vision dimmed and blurred, the sounds of steel clashing on steel fading to near silence as his body screamed at him in agony. He barely registered Raspberry’s call for his aid, his head fuzzy with static. All he could feel was pain - excruciating pain - shooting up through his arm and all over his body. His eyes threatened to close, but a desperate cry kept him just conscious enough to witness a soldier race up to his crumpled form.

You. Of course it was you. He could recognize your voice, your face, you, anywhere. Why wouldn’t he, when he’d had his eyes on you for so long, yearning for the chance to tell you how he really felt? 

A pain rivalling his physical injuries erupted within his heart. You weren’t meant to see him like this: weak…hurt…perishable. He was meant to be your foundation, the one you could always rely on. Yet, here he was, reduced to a small heap of a man on the ground. He wanted to recoil when you approached him, but his limbs wouldn’t respond.

You said his name again, quieter this time, as you hugged his limp body to your own, sobs wracking your throat. 

“Wildberry, please, hold on! I can’t do this without you-” You curled over him, as if that would protect him from his fate. Perhaps he could take solace in your warm presence once more before succumbing to his wounds, he wondered, as he focused on the sound of your heart beating rapidly within your chest.

You sniffled and wet droplets splattered onto his face. Your hand cradled his face marred with pain as you look into his eyes, hoping uselessly for a different outcome. He weakly held your hand with one of his, fighting desperately to remain conscious.

“[name]...” His breathy words are interrupted by a wince as the pain continues to thrum within his dough, “I…”

Your grip on him tightened, another sob escaping your lungs.

“I…I don’t know how much longer I have,” Wildberry’s voice wavers, “I should’ve said this sooner…” Even on his deathbed, the words just wouldn’t come out.

In his last moments of consciousness, though, he fights to bare his heart to you, his lips moving to spell the words you’ve always wanted to hear.

“I love you.” 

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📍Ye ol’ pinned post 📍

Ummmm hello crk fandom! I made this blog bc I've been hyperfixated on crk lately and I wanted to pick up writing fanfic again...so my ask box is open!

Here are some basic guidelines (tho don't be afraid to ask about something if you're unsure):

SFW/NSFW are fine! Tho don't expect NSFW to be good lol

Mainly an xreader writer (bc I'm a shameless self-insert writer)

I prefer writing gender-neutral for xreaders, but willing to write any gender

Specify or make it obvious whether ships are platonic/familial/romantic please

Also please specify any headcannons you'd like me to include about charas/details about reader!

I WILL NOT WRITE:

Incest

Rape

Yandere

Minor x Adult

I do not feel comfortable writing these and there are probably other blogs that do, so please look elsewhere ^^

Thanks, and have a wonderful day!

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