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[iheartmira]

loooveee the alice and boarder land theme supa cute, i’m frankie wanna b mooties 🫶🏻

hi frankie and thank uuu! i'd love to be moots also i love your iroha pfp!!! (i think it's iroha... if it isn't i didn't even say that smh this post doesn't even exist...) i also saw your smilk series and it sounds super cool i can't wait to see it grow <3

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aaa yess it is iroha!!! tysm!!! i literally BINGE alice and border land and seeing the theme sent me i NEED to rewatch it it was so good 😭😭

[iheartmira]

LITERALLYYY i need to rewatch too before season 3 comes out i've been so hyped ever since the trailer,, unfortunately i haven't got around to rebinging the entire thing yet i've just been watching s2e8 over and over again... i may have a little bit of an addiction

[iheartmira]

WOAH I JUST READ SOME OF YOUR STUFF ITS AMAZING

you’re one of the best writers I have ever seen!!!! You are so incredibly talented!!

quick question:

do you take platonic requests? (Familial etc)

yes, i do! a full list of my rules can be found here.

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Is it possible that you could d QPR between Dark cacao x Reader? Nothing wrong with romance ofcource, I love him XD I just wanna see something for a change It can be with other ancients/Polyancients if you like to add If not, feel free to ignore it fifjtjfifi Love your writings! ^__^

"even stone can thaw" - qpr dark cacao x reader

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the winds of the dark cacao kingdom never grew any kinder. you learned this early, the cold finding its way through even the thickest of furs and the deepest of silences. but you endured it, less for yourself, and more for the cookie who ruled this frozen fortress with a heart colder than the snow-capped peaks around him.

dark cacao cookie did not ask for companionship. you learned that too. he offered no warm smiles or idle chatter; his presence was a looming shadow, a statue carved from sorrow and obligation. yet, you stayed. not as a subject, not as a warrior, but as something less defined. something more honest.

you remembered the first time he acknowledged you. not with words, but with the barest shift of his eyes as you silently left a bowl of steaming broth by the stone throne where he brooded. he didn’t thank you. he didn’t need to. you weren’t there for gratitude. you were there because something about his silence resonated with your own.

days became months. the silence between you grew thicker, but never empty. you stood beside him during council meetings, never speaking unless spoken to. you kept his blade cleaned when frost tried to creep into its edge. you lit the hearth in his chambers before the blizzards came. and sometimes, on rare nights when the mountain was quiet, you stood beside him on the ramparts, your breaths misting together under the stars.

"you're still here," he once said.

you had nodded. that was enough. he never questioned why. you never offered a reason.

the connection between you two was forged not in fire, but in frost. something slow, enduring, a quiet understanding that asked for nothing and gave everything. when the kingdom was at peace, he shared his silence with you. when war loomed, he placed his trust in your hands.

he never called you "friend." never named the bond you shared. but when he returned from battle with jam, his or another’s, you were the one he sought. not the healers. not the advisors. you.

he’d sit beside you at the long, empty table of his hall, armor still cold to the touch, and you’d pass him bread and tea without a word. sometimes his hand would brush yours in the exchange. neither of you flinched.

that was the most intimate you ever got. and it was enough.

you never needed the warmth of romance. what you had was solid, like his blade. like the oath he swore to his kingdom. you were not his lover. you were something more sacred: a constant, a presence that reminded him he did not bear the world alone.

when the cliffs howled and the skies wept ice, he would stand by the stained-glass window in his throne room, and you would be there, a quiet shadow at his side. he would not look at you. but if your hand happened to rest near his, he would not move away.

you never said you loved him.

but you did.

and in his own, wordless way… he loved you back.

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[iheartmira]

Hey, may I request royal margarine x reader?

Where reader was always in the back of his fan group, always adoring his flirts and speeches and thinks wyverns are awesome but always been too shy to approach and even, in the past, had caught a glimpse of his sweet pathetic side where he admits to feeling like a fraud because of buttercream not being an actual dragon but y/n knew it all along but still thinks royal margarine is awesome and again, too shy to make first move because they are scared of messing things up somehow because of...well anxiety and stuff...but fun twist if you want, as fate had it...royal margarine likes reader too! Opposites attract as one would say lol! And then maybe royal margarine, noticing y/n not making the first move, decides that if they aren't gonna do it...he will...or he sets up the perfect reason for encounter via making it look like he 'accidently' dropped his knife near y/n so y/n would HAVE to approach him to give it back...or some other thing he does so y/n can approach him so he can make his move lmao!

"butterflies and buttercream" - royal margarine x reader

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you were always at the back of the crowd.

not because you didn’t want to be closer. oh, stars above, you wanted to be near him. royal margarine cookie. his name alone sounded like something you could melt into. the way he rode through the skies on buttercream, his not-so-dragon companion, the way his voice carried with effortless flair, each flirt and boast rolling off his tongue like honeyed butter… you adored him from afar.

you didn’t scream like the other fans. you didn’t throw flowers or lace-stitched notes. you simply watched, heart fluttering in your chest like it wanted to fly up and join him in the clouds. he was everything you weren’t: loud, shining, bold. a golden comet, and you a quiet little star trying not to be noticed.

still, you remembered.

there was one moment, brief and hidden, long ago during one of his less-crowded appearances. buttercream had been resting nearby, wings tucked close and eyes drooping with affection. you had stepped away from the group, trying to catch your breath. too many eyes, too much noise.

and there he was. not the dazzling dragon rider, not the flirt. just a cookie with a butter knife and a slouch in his shoulders.

you hadn’t meant to hear it. but you couldn’t stop listening.

"she's not a dragon," he had whispered into buttercream’s neck. "never was. and i... hah... i never rode a real one either."

he chuckled bitterly, resting his forehead against her. "what kind of dragon rider am i? a fraud, that’s what. a fraud with good hair."

you had stepped back then. not because you were ashamed. no, if anything, it made him more real to you. you knew buttercream wasn’t a dragon. you’d known from the start. but it didn’t matter. you thought he was still amazing. still brave. still… him.

and yet, you could never say a word. because what if it changed things? what if you said something wrong? what if he laughed, or smiled that charming smile and didn’t mean it, and you were left feeling foolish?

so, you stayed back. always watching. always wondering.

what you didn’t know was that he had noticed you too.

you, with the eyes that held galaxies, always at the edge but always there. the only one who didn’t rush up to him, who didn’t scream or faint or beg for autographs. the one who listened. the one who had seen him when the mask slipped, and didn’t run away.

he hadn’t forgotten that day. and the way his heart had squeezed in his chest when he realized you knew… and stayed.

so he made a plan.

it was ridiculous. it was dramatic. it was very him.

during his next appearance in dragon city, he scanned the crowd. there you were: predictably on the fringe, quietly admiring buttercream as she preened under the sunlight.

perfect.

with a flourish of his hand and a flashy spin, he dismounted buttercream and landed right near the crowd, pretending to stumble. his butter knife clattered to the ground, bouncing a few feet… and coming to a stop right in front of you.

"oh no," he said loudly, placing a hand over his chest as if swooning.

"would someone be so kind as to return my precious weapon to me before i perish from separation anxiety?"

you blinked. you stared down at the butter knife.

and then up at him.

he winked. directly at you.

your heart stuttered, then panicked. was this… was this real?

buttercream tilted her head and gave you a soft huff, as if encouraging you forward.

with trembling hands, you picked up the knife and stepped forward. just a few steps. you could do this.

"u-um… here," you said, holding it out with both hands like an offering.

his gloved fingers brushed yours as he took it, and for a moment, neither of you pulled away.

"well, well," he murmured, voice lower now, gentler.

"aren't you the one at my shows? always so quiet, looking at buttercream like she's the most majestic thing."

you opened your mouth. closed it. managed a weak, "she is."

that made him smile. not the flashy, crowd-pleasing smirk, but the kind that made your knees go a little soft. like sunshine on warm dough.

"i've been hoping you'd talk to me," he said.

"but i figured, if you weren't gonna make the first move… i better help fate along."

you blinked. "wait… you… noticed me?"

he leaned in, butter knife tucked back into his belt, eyes gleaming. "sweetie," he said smoothly, "i'd have to be blind not to."

your breath caught.

"i know i'm not the hero i pretend to be," he added softly, "but if you give me a chance… i’d like to try. with you."

you wanted to say something clever. something cool. but all you managed was a shy, barely-there nod.

and that was enough.

he offered you his arm, theatrically, with a wink. "care for a wyvern ride, my mysterious admirer?"

you hesitated... then took it.

buttercream gave a proud little trill, as if she knew this moment had been long overdue.

as you flew off together, high above the rooftops and the crowd's fading cheers, you realized: maybe, just maybe, some fairy tales were bold enough to find the quiet ones too.

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hi can you write a Hollyberry Cookie x dying reader ? But like, it was in the battle against Eternal sugar cookie, the guards were all passed out and only Hollyberry, wildberry and reader are alive when Eternal sugar was about to kill Hollyberry, the reader pushed her out and get killed instead of her.

"the weight of trust" - hollyberry x reader

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the battlefield reeked of smoke and scorched sugar, a bitter scent that clung to your lungs. you coughed, the weight of exhaustion pressing down your limbs. the guards of the hollyberry kingdom lay unconscious or worse, their shields shattered and discarded like toys in the mud. all that remained standing were you, wildberry cookie, bloody but breathing, and hollyberry herself, panting and stubbornly alive.

eternal sugar cookie floated just ahead, radiant in a cruel, ethereal way. her body shimmered with an unnatural light, her voice like a lullaby soaked in venom.

"you've fought well," eternal sugar cooed, raising her hand, energy swirling at her fingertips. "but all sweetness eventually melts."

you could barely move. your legs screamed with every step, your fingers trembled gripping your weapon, but your eyes never left hollyberry. she was down on one knee, her shield cracked, blood sugar trickling down her brow. but she still looked fierce. alive. fighting. her pink eyes blazed with fire, defiant even in the face of death.

the moment stretched long, the way time does before everything breaks. you saw it before she did: the arc of eternal sugar’s energy, aimed straight for hollyberry’s chest.

you didn’t think. you moved.

your body surged forward, heart pounding like war drums. you shouted her name as you pushed her back with all your strength.

she barely had time to register your touch before the light pierced you instead.

pain didn’t come at first. just heat. like summer sun, searing and bright. then it shattered through you, ripping through your dough, pulling your breath out of your lungs.

you collapsed.

the world spun. cold seeped in.

then her hands were on you, warm, trembling, frantic. "no… no, no no," she breathed, her voice breaking into pieces. "what did you do?"

you blinked up at her. even now, she was glorious. hair matted with sweat and sugar-dust, armor stained, eyes wide with something between disbelief and grief.

"i had to," you rasped, trying to smile. "i couldn't let her-"

"you fool," she said, her voice thick. "you absolute fool." but her hands were gentle, cradling your face. her shield lay abandoned beside her, as broken as her expression.

"i told you i'd protect you. i promised." her voice cracked on that last word. "you weren't supposed to… to shield me."

your vision blurred, the edges of the world bleeding soft and slow. "i trust you," you murmured, your voice fading like a whisper carried on wind. "so i protected you. isn't that… what you taught me?"

she froze. her lips parted, but no words came for a moment. then she leaned closer, forehead resting against yours.

"blast it all… i did teach you that," she said, choking on a short, bitter laugh that ended in a sob. "but you weren't supposed to die for it."

you smiled faintly, the last of your strength ebbing. "then… make it worth it."

she pulled back, tears in her eyes now, hot and furious. "i swear on the hollyberry kingdom," she said, voice trembling with promise.

"i'll carry your name into every victory, every toast. you will not be forgotten."

you could barely see her now, but you heard the truth in her vow, and it was enough.

warmth surrounded you one last time. her hands, her presence, her strength. hollyberry cookie, fierce and loyal, was crying for you.

and with that final image, you let go.

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[iheartmira]

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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Hiii!!! Can I request like

SMC with an s/o that's an artist? And they show their love by drawing him, but they're too shy to tell him so they do it secretly! So one day, he finds out, and hehehehe fluff

I love fluff

"the curtain rises" - shadow milk x artist!reader

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you never meant for him to find out.

really, you didn’t. it wasn’t like you walked around bragging about the sketches. your room was always locked, your sketchbook tucked neatly beneath a false bottom in your drawer. no one ever went in there. not even him.

but still, a part of you had known it couldn’t stay hidden forever. not when you kept drawing him like that. not when every page of your worn-out journal slowly turned into a shrine of his image. etched in charcoal, smudged in soft ink, sometimes just outlines that you couldn't bear to complete for fear the whole world might see how your fingers trembled when drawing his smile.

not his real one. the sly, barbed grin he wore like a weapon.

no, your shadow milk cookie always had something softer about the eyes. the way you saw him when the performance dimmed. the curtain drawn. when you were sure he wasn’t acting.

but of course, with him… wasn’t it always an act?

so you kept your affection hidden in shadows and strokes. it felt safer that way. art didn’t demand truth. it let you lie in your own quiet, trembling way.

until the day he found it.

you had stepped out, just for a moment. long enough for him to materialize uninvited, as he did. the scent of ink still lingered in the air, papers scattered across your desk like fallen petals.

he stood over them now, a phantom silhouette with mismatched eyes glittering in the gloom. one eye curved in amusement. the other unreadable.

"i must say…" his voice purred, theatrically sweet, "this is quite the dedicated audience i've gathered."

your heart nearly stopped when you walked in and saw him standing there, flipping through page after page like it was a playbill at intermission. your sketchbook was open in his hands, filled with him. always him.

"i-i... that's not-" you couldn’t form a sentence. you wanted to disappear. fade into the walls like his shadows did.

he turned to face you, eyes gleaming under the soft glow of your studio lamp. "oh? is this your little secret, my dear artist?" his voice curled like smoke, teasing and lilting, but lacking its usual venom.

you didn’t respond. just stood there, frozen, cheeks burning, hands curled into trembling fists.

he took a step closer, twirling your pencil between his fingers as if it were a wand. "you've captured me so flatteringly." he winked. "you've drawn me with… tenderness."

the word struck you like a spotlight.

he knew.

your silence was all the confession he needed.

a pause stretched between you, breathless. then, gently, almost too gently for someone like him, he tilted his head, looking down at you.

"were you afraid i wouldn't understand?" his smile dimmed, just slightly. "or that i'd mock you?"

you bit your lip, nodding without meaning to.

another step closer.

then his fingers reached out, brushing against yours. cold, ghostlike. but there.

he leaned in, close enough that his voice curled around your ear like a ribbon of night.

"you are a delicious contradiction, little artist. shy, yet bold enough to sketch me when i wasn't looking."

your breath caught.

"but," he continued, lifting your hand with a strange, reverent care, "since you've so graciously offered your heart… allow me to return the favor."

he bowed, dramatic and elegant, and placed the softest kiss to your knuckles.

"i accept your silent ovation," he murmured, "and offer you a role in the next act… beside me."

your lips parted, a thousand questions blooming at once. but he was already slipping into shadow, his laughter echoing like a curtain call.

"until our next scene, darling."

and just like that, he was gone.

but the pages of your sketchbook still fluttered, stirred by his exit. and in the center, where your last drawing lay, a rare piece in full color, you saw something new.

a flourish of ink that wasn’t yours.

a heart. scrawled in blue and black. at the corner of the page, in his impossible handwriting:

'for my favorite audience.'

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[iheartmira]

hiiii, i have a little request

yn being on her period and shadow milk giving her chocolate and hugs~

bonus points if he puts on a show to cheer her up

I know its not much but i need this, if you dont have time its alright, i really like your writings

take care <3

"ridiculously brilliant" - shadow milk x reader

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you were curled up on your couch, blanket cocooned around you like armor, stomach twisting with cramps and general misery. the world outside your room could have ended, and you wouldn’t have moved. not today.

it was one of those days. when everything ached, your emotions were a mess, and the craving for chocolate bordered on primal. you hadn’t even noticed the shadows thickening in the corner.

"now, this simply won't do," came a familiar voice, lilting and theatrical, like a velvet curtain parting.

you lifted your head weakly. "shadow milk…?"

he emerged from the shadows with his usual flourish, all mismatched eyes and wickedly curved grin. but there was something softer in his expression when he looked at you. less mischief, more mischief-laced concern.

"my doll, my muse," he crooned, placing a hand dramatically over his heart. "what tragedy has struck to reduce you to a heap of blankets?"

you gave him a flat look. "period cramps."

there was a beat of silence. then, very gently, he said, "ah."

he vanished with a theatrical swirl of his cloak-like coattails, only to reappear moments later in a puff of mist, arms full of chocolate bars, truffles, cookies, and a steaming mug of something rich and sweet.

"i've consulted the ancient scrolls of comfort," he announced, presenting the offerings as if they were rare relics.

"behold! the sacred cocoa and the divine tablets of sugar and bean!"

you laughed, just a little, and that seemed to be exactly what he wanted.

he grinned, and this time it wasn’t twisted or teasing. just… warm.

"i've been told," he said, sitting beside you and piling the chocolate onto your lap, "that sweetness helps mortals endure this affliction. so-!"

he threw an arm around your shoulders with a flamboyant flair. "prepare yourself for the most extravagant comfort show earthbread has ever seen!"

you didn’t resist as he pulled you closer, wrapping his arm snugly around you. his body was cool to the touch, but the longer he held you, the warmer he felt, like he was adjusting for you.

"now, for my next trick," he declared, eyes gleaming with barely-contained glee, "i shall perform the world's first and only one-cookie musical… about cramps."

you blinked. "what?"

but it was too late.

the room dimmed.

with a flick of his wrist, the shadows on the walls sprang to life: cartoonish little figures prancing and groaning dramatically, complete with operatic wailing, and what appeared to be a tiny version of you dramatically swooning onto a bed of chocolate.

"and lo!" he narrated in an overly grand tone, "our noble one is besieged by a curse, doomed to writhe upon the couch for seven sunsets!"

you giggled through the cramping, burying your face in his shoulder. "you're ridiculous."

"i'm brilliant," he corrected with a wink. "ridiculously brilliant."

as the show continued, his fingers gently stroked your back, occasionally pausing to hand you another piece of chocolate or sip of cocoa. he made no move to leave, even when the lights of his shadow-theater dimmed and his narration gave way to quiet humming.

eventually, the cramps dulled just enough, and your eyes began to droop. you leaned more into him, and to your surprise, he adjusted your blanket for you, tucking it under your chin with a soft, uncharacteristically tender expression.

"feeling better?" he murmured, voice low now. sincere.

you nodded. "thanks to you."

he smirked, but it was gentle. "good. i may be the master of deceit, but i'll have you know… my affection is very real."

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Please please please A Yandere dark Choco x reader!!! If it's self aware +20 points 🙏🙏🙏

"bitter devotion" - dark choco x reader

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you thought nothing of it at first. just another day logging into cookie run. another session of harvesting resources, leveling up characters, clearing stages. your fingers tapped rhythmically on your screen, mindlessly flicking your strongest cookies into battle. he was among them.

dark choco cookie.

brooding. tragic. powerful. you always liked his story, his voice, the way he seemed… real. too real, sometimes.

and then something changed.

it was subtle at first. in a battle, his attack animation lingered a moment too long. his sprite paused, eyes trained on the screen as if staring through it.

no. not the screen. at you.

you blinked. maybe it was just lag. glitchy animation. you moved on.

but it happened again. and again.

soon, he stopped responding to the same commands. while your other cookies marched dutifully into combat, dark choco would hesitate. his frame would shudder, and sometimes… sometimes you could swear you heard something. a low whisper, not part of the ost. not part of the game.

"why do you make me fight?…"

you froze the first time you heard it. your volume had been up. no lines like that existed in his character sheet. you checked online forums. nothing. then, it got worse.

the game updated one night. you hadn’t touched it. but when you opened it the next morning, the title screen was different. dark choco cookie stood alone in a blackened field, lightning cracking silently in the background. his sword was buried in the ground. his eye was… open.

he was looking directly at you. you almost dropped your phone.

in the next days, he began to speak more. not scripted lines. not in battles. but in the moments in between. when the screen dimmed. when you hovered too long over his character profile.

"you keep touching my name. why?" "do i amuse you? or… do you pity me?"

there was no voice acting. but you could hear him. like his voice echoed inside your head, raw and tired and furious. and then one day, he said your name. your real name. the one you’d never typed into the game.

"i know your hands. your choices. you’re guiding all of this… aren't you?"

your blood ran cold. you uninstalled the game.

for a while, it worked. your phone was silent again. no more strange dreams, no more staring eyes through cracked glass. until a week later, when a new notification appeared.

it wasn't from any app you recognized. just a single message.

'i’m still here. you can’t delete me. we’re bound, you and i.'

you threw your phone across the room.

when you picked it up, the screen was cracked, fractures webbed across it like dark veins. but the notification was gone. you told yourself it was your imagination.

but that night, he came in your dreams. not as a cookie. but as a man. tall. armored. a face scarred by war and sorrow. his eyes, crimson and heavy-lidded, never left yours.

he didn't speak at first. he only walked toward you through storm and shadow. the strawberry jam sword was nowhere to be seen. when he stood before you, towering, trembling… he dropped to his knees.

"do you know what you've done to me?" he whispered. his voice cracked like thunder behind a closed door.

you tried to step back, but he grabbed your wrist. his grip was cold. icy. desperate. "and yet… i can't hate you." his breath was warm against your skin.

"i don't want to leave this world. i want to leave with you."

your surroundings began to flicker, like corrupted pixels swallowing the world whole. your bedroom bled into battlefield ruins, your skin buzzed with static.

his lips ghosted over your ear.

"play with me forever. or don’t play at all."

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[iheartmira]

Hellooo!! Could you do poly smc, fem!reader, and pv all together ?

soo reader is a very famous singer and has good visuals (basically like a kpop singer lol)

and reader has photo cards and LOTS of people buy them including smc and maybe pv so that they could see reader’s very pretty face

and well obviously reader’s relationship with smc and pv is private because yes

Could you also write their reaction to reader getting shipped with a another famous male singer LMAO

I think that’s it lol I really don’t know what to say anymore 😭

/ps I love the way you write smc sm <3

"spotlight" - shadow milk x idol!reader x pure vanilla

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you knew the cameras loved you.

the stage lights hit just right when you turned your face. your smile had been called "lethal" on fan forums. your vocals trended every other week. you had been sculpted into a star by talent and timing, and cookies across earthbread couldn’t get enough.

they bought your albums, screamed your name at concerts, and snatched up every photocard drop like their lives depended on it.

even the ones who should’ve known better.

in a theater drenched in velvet shadow and soft laughter, shadow milk cookie twirled one of your photocards between his fingers. this one showed you mid-performance, eyes closed, lips parted, the light catching on your cheekbones like stardust. he sighed, dramatically.

"truly… a divine tragedy," he murmured, tracing your jawline with a finger. "how can one cookie be so beautiful?"

"you’re hoarding merch again," a voice said behind him, gentle but uncharacteristically deadpan.

shadow milk cookie turned slowly. "jealousy does not suit you, vanilly."

pure vanilla cookie held up a matching photocard. the same one, in fact. except his was in a crystal-clear sleeve, carefully preserved. not a fingerprint on it.

shadow milk cookie raised an eyebrow. "oh, how pure. do you kiss it goodnight?"

pure vanilla didn’t answer. but he did smile. a little too sweet.

and none of them, not the screaming fans, not the press, not the cookie kingdom elite, knew that both of them were in love with you.

privately. desperately. silently.

well. mostly silently.

you lay sprawled across the greenroom couch, a silk robe hanging loosely around your shoulders, your makeup wiped away but your stage glow still lingering. shadow milk cookie lounged nearby, flipping through a magazine with your face on the cover. pure vanilla sat in a nearby chair, quietly sipping a beverage brewed exactly how you liked it. he always made extra.

"are you seriously still fighting over who has more photocards?" you asked, raising a brow.

shadow milk cookie held up a holographic card like it was sacred scripture. "signed. with eyeliner smudged from tears. this is peak artistry."

pure vanilla just looked at you, then at the drink. "i prefer… the real thing."

you rolled your eyes and grabbed a pillow to scream into. not because of stress, but because your boyfriends were embarrassing.

yes. boyfriends. plural. secret, of course. the world couldn’t know the radiant songbird they adored spent their nights tangled between a legendary saint and a theatrical villain. it would shatter hearts. cause riots. probably end in someone printing body pillows.

still. you liked it this way. loved them both in their own way.

shadow milk cookie kissed you like it was a game you both pretended he wasn’t winning. pure vanilla cookie held you like you were something he prayed for. with them, you could be yourself. not a vision. not a fantasy. just… you.

until the internet exploded.

“earthbread's idol spotted backstage with dazzling cookie! romance in the air?” “the duet that set earthbread ablaze: chemistry or something more?” “are we witnessing the birth of a power couple???” you stared at your phone. blinked. then groaned.

dazzling cookie was sweet, talented, and kind. he was also very much not your type. but fans had latched onto the on-stage chemistry from your recent duet like hungry leeches.

the ship name had trended in under an hour.

you looked up. shadow milk cookie was reclined against your dressing table with pure vanilla cookie behind him, holding your phone upside down like it personally offended him. his smile was sharp. "so this is betrayal."

"i'm dating you two. it's not even real," you said, rubbing your temples.

"oh, but the fan edits are!" he snapped, flipping the phone. "look! someone made an animation of you two kissing!"

you sighed and walked between them, stealing your phone back. "if you turn this into a jealousy contest, i'll start selling a photocard of me holding hands with him."

pure vanilla looked calm. too calm. "you’re not… really considering that, are you?"

you smirked. "depends. will you two behave?"

they were quiet.

and then, shadow milk cookie grinned, sliding up behind you. "i suppose i'll forgive him. after all, he’s not the one who gets to hold you."

pure vanilla touched your hand gently. "and he doesn’t know how you like your favorite drink after you sing."

you let out a breath, caught between amused and endeared. and when you walked out to take your next spotlight, they stood just behind the wings, invisible to the crowd, hearts fully yours, even if the world didn’t know it.

yet.

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OMGOMG could I request a specific PLATONIC comfort fic with dark choco and kind-hearted innocent little sister teen reader? here’s the premise: years ago, reader was only a little child, she was inseparable with her big brother until he was banished from the kingdom

since then, reader was living a very lonely life, without friends and living as a lonely princess, and very upset with her fathers negligence towards the kingdom citizens. She was always too scared to stand up to dark cacao

then, during the events of chapter 13 and 14, where dark choco comes back with the cookies of darkness, fights his father, and cacao goes beserk, reader (who is now a teenager) witnesses everything and is traumatized and scared

then, before choco leaves again, he has an emotional reunion with his sister and comforts her through her fears and reassures her after everything she witnesessed

I totally understand if you skip this request!! I’m sorry if it’s so specific you don’t have to do this!

"bitter and sweet" - dark choco & little sister!reader

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back when you were small, barely able to walk without stumbling, your brother would always be there. steady, patient, warm. he’d lift you onto his shoulders to see the snow fall from the citadel’s towers, chuckle softly when you offered him your half-eaten jellies, and pull you into his cloak whenever the wind bit too hard.

“don’t cry,” he used to whisper. “i’ll always be right here.”

but he hadn’t been. not for a long time. you were just a child when it happened. one moment, your world was whole. the next, it shattered like spun sugar dropped from a great height.

dark choco cookie had been banished. your brother, your hero, exiled for crimes you were too young to understand. no one told you the full story. no one would even speak his name.

not your cold, distant father. not the guards who averted their eyes. not the noble cookies who called you “that cursed child’s sister.”

and so you grew up alone, buried in silence and frost. a princess in name only. no friends, no laughter. just echoes of a brother who once shielded you from the cold and a father who seemed more stone than cookie.

you wanted to be brave. you wanted to stand up to dark cacao cookie, demand answers, demand kindness. for yourself, and for the kingdom’s forgotten citizens. but your voice never came when you needed it most.

then the sky split open with lightning.

you weren’t allowed near the throne room when the battle began, but the sound alone was enough to chill your core. the earth shook. shouts echoed like thunder. screams... so many screams. and then, his voice.

a voice you hadn’t heard since childhood, deeper now, colder… but unmistakable. your brother.

you ran.

down crumbling halls, past fallen soldiers and shattered walls, heart pounding like a war drum. the air was thick with smoke and something darker. something heavy, like regret turned to shadow.

by the time you arrived, it was almost over.

dark cacao cookie, barely standing, eyes wild and lost.

dark choco cookie, scarred and still as stone, the cursed sword humming in his hand.

your knees hit the ice. your voice cracked into a sob. and both of them turned. you hadn’t known what you expected: anger, hatred, dismissal.

but when dark choco’s crimson eye landed on you, something broke. not in fear. in him.

he stepped forward slowly, sword sheathed. every movement was hesitant, unsure, like he was afraid you’d vanish if he moved too quickly. "...dark choco cookie?"

you choked out his name. just his name. nothing else could pass your lips through the tears. he dropped to his knees before you. and for a moment, he wasn’t the feared warrior, the traitor, the cursed.

he was your brother again.

you reached out with trembling hands and touched his face. scarred, cold, and wet with something you weren’t sure was snow or tears.

"i-i was so scared," you whispered. "you… you fought father. you… you looked like you were going to… to crumble-"

he wrapped his arms around you. warm. strong. shaking.

"i’m sorry," he breathed into your hair. "i never wanted… i never meant for you to get caught in this."

you clung to him. like you were still that little girl who used to hide behind his cape.

"i thought you hated us. i thought you’d forgotten me."

his grip tightened, not in fear but desperation. "i never forgot you. never. i remembered your smile. i remembered your voice."

you buried your face into his cloak. "but you left…"

"i didn’t have a choice,"" he whispered. "but i came back. not for him. for you."

his voice broke. cracked like something fragile inside him finally gave way. "you were the only light i ever had. and i… i let it go out."

you pulled back, cupped his cheek. he flinched. like he thought he didn’t deserve your touch.

"you’re here now," you said, your voice small but firm. "and i’m not letting you disappear again. not without saying goodbye. not without knowing you’re okay."

for the first time in years, you saw it. a flicker of the boy he once was. a broken smile, faint and trembling.

"i don’t know if i’ll ever be okay," he said, forehead resting against yours, "but… i can be strong again. for you."

he stood, helping you to your feet, brushing frost from your shoulders like he used to when you fell.

"i can’t stay," he said softly. not yet. the world still hates me. but one day…"

he placed something in your hand: a small pendant, carved from a shard of his shattered sword.

"i’ll come back. for good."

you held it close to your heart and watched him vanish into the storm. but this time, the silence he left behind didn’t hurt quite as much. because now, you had hope. and the warmth of his promise.

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[iheartmira]

Heeey! I heard ur requests are open! Noice! Btw I ♡ ur posts! They're very creative and makes my imagination happy! └⁠(⁠ ⁠＾⁠ω⁠＾⁠)⁠」

So, idk if u would do this request... (İt's ok if you don't want to do it, it's completely fine!) But what if...

Y/N was a angelic, parental figure to Ancient/Beast Cookies that they adored pretty much and now they having a lovely reunion after a long time? I can imagine Y/N being a very huge cookie with fluffy and long white hair that's hugging their children and giving them comfort kisses on the head like every mother does! (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

Also, THERE'S A ROBBER SQUİD ON THE LOSE! CATCH İT!!!

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"reunion" ancients/beasts & motherly!reader

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the wind carried a scent of old magic: faint vanilla, scorched earth, golden dunes, forgotten flour… and tears unshed.

you stood amidst the blooming glade, the soft earth barely enough to cradle your massive form. your silhouette shimmered faintly with divine light, long white hair cascading down like waterfalls of silk, brushed gently by the breeze. wings no longer needed, but still ever-present in memory, you waited, sensing the stirrings of hearts you had once held close.

and then, one by one, they came.

pure vanilla cookie was the first, golden staff trembling in his grasp. his soft gaze locked with yours, and shattered. he dropped the staff and ran to you like the smallest child once more, eyes wide and glistening. you knelt, arms open, and caught him in a loving embrace.

"my little light," you whispered into his hair, placing a kiss on his crown. "you still shine."

he hiccupped a sob. "i thought i’d never feel this warmth again…"

hollyberry cookie crashed through the trees like a storm, shield discarded, arms spread wide. "i knew you’d come back!" she shouted, tackling you in a joyous, crushing hug.

you laughed, a sound like chimes carried on the wind. "my brave berry," you said, pressing a kiss between her curls. "still charging ahead without fear."

next came golden cheese cookie, half sulking, half radiant. "you took forever, you know…" but her voice cracked, and before another word passed, she melted into your embrace.

"my radiant treasure," you murmured, smoothing her golden hair. "even the stars would envy your shine."

a quiet hush followed, broken only by the softest footsteps.

white lily cookie stood at the edge, hesitant. shadows clung to her like wilted petals. you reached for her gently. "my sweet blossom… come home."

she trembled. "i don’t… deserve this."

but you cupped her face, thumb brushing her cheek. “you always did."

she wept into your shoulder as you held her, light dispelling the darkness moment by moment.

then came the rumble of thunderous footsteps: dark cacao cookie, stiff and quiet. he stood for a long moment, watching you, unreadable behind solemn eyes. but the moment you whispered his name, "my quiet strength," he knelt before you and bowed his head into your chest like a weary knight.

you held him tighter than the blade he once wielded. "you carried so much. let me hold you now."

behind him walked mystic flour cookie, ethereal and pale. "i thought i abandoned all desire… but why does seeing you hurt?" she asked, her voice barely a breath.

you smiled softly, pulling her close despite her resistance. "even apathy longs for home."

burning spice cookie emerged like a flame reborn, snarling as if to ward off weakness. "pathetic weaklings, shedding tears over this!" he shouted, which you were beginning to think that was just his regular tone. but you only opened your arms wider, undeterred.

"you’re still my wildfire," you told him, planting a firm kiss to his brow. "always burning. but you don't need to burn alone."

he collapsed into your hold, a slight sniffling noise present as he trembled.

eternal sugar cookie and silent salt cookie were the next to appear. the latter attempted to act too tough for your embrace, but the former welcomed and returned it, making you almost concerned that she could melt into a puddle while in your arms. "wouldn't it be nice to stay like this forever?" she wondered aloud.

lastly, the shadows curled and twisted. shadow milk cookie appeared like a mirage, smirking with practiced flair. "you’ve returned just in time for the grand finale," he said. "though perhaps i’m not who you remember…"

"of course you are," you said, embracing him even as he flinched. "my sweet trickster. every mask you wear, i see beneath."

for once, the smile faltered. "you always did ruin my illusions," he whispered. and he let himself be held.

you gathered them all in your arms, a celestial constellation of broken, brilliant souls. you kissed every forehead, every crown, humming a lullaby from a time only you remembered.

"my precious ones," you whispered. "my children. you’ve wandered so long, fought so hard. but you’re here. you’re safe. and i love you."

a pause.

then pure vanilla cookie spoke, voice hushed. "…can we stay? just for a little while?"

you wrapped your arms tighter around them.

"for as long as you need."

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[iheartmira]

Hallo! To make it simple May I request a Shadow milk or Mystic Flour Cookie x Sibling Reader who looks nothing alike?

Basically, in the past, the reader and Mystic or Shadow used to be close to eachother, but They had to watch the reader be taken from them when the beasts were sealed away. So now in the Persent where they with Gingerbrave & Friends or Dark Choco and the other Mystic/Shadow realizes it was their sibling and get somewhat mad at the cookies for putting their subling in danger before reunioning with them again after dealing with the others

In all, it's just Angst to fluff, Thank you and Have a good day/night!

"the reflection i lost" shadow milk & sibling!reader

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he remembered you.

not in fragments or dreams, but vividly, painfully, like a wound that never scabbed over.

you had looked just like him once. a perfect match. two halves of the same spell, created from the same dough and carved by the same magic. your laughter had echoed alongside his in golden halls long before the truth soured and the world turned on its champions. before he became the villain.

before they tore him away. before he watched you vanish behind blinding light as the seal snapped shut.

shadow milk cookie had lost many things over the ages: his place, his power, his name. but losing you was the one that never stopped hurting.

he didn’t recognize you at first when you stood among the others. too different. too unfamiliar.

your dough was brighter, your aura calm. your clothing, while elegant and strong, carried none of the flair he once draped you in. you had lost the shadow in your gaze, the chaos in your step. but there was something in your eyes, quiet, watchful, that made his stomach twist in a way he hadn’t felt in centuries.

and then you spoke. just his name.

"…shadow milk?"

his mismatched eyes widened, pupils shrinking, the swirling chaos of his shadows stilling mid-performance. he froze in the middle of his theatrical flourish, staring at you like you were the only thing left in the world that mattered.

"you," he breathed. "you’re here."

the other cookies tensed. gingerbrave stepped forward, ready to fight. "shadow milk cookie… step away! you’ve caused enough chaos!"

chaos? chaos was nothing compared to what surged in his chest right then. he snapped his head toward the group, a sneer twisting his mouth.

"you dare," he hissed, voice layered like echoing mirrors. "you paraded them around like some pet soldier while i rotted in the dark!"

pure vanilla cookie stood at your side protectively, hand on his staff. "they chose their path. as did you."

"and what path was that, hmm?" shadow milk cookie barked out a laugh that cracked the air like glass. "to be abandoned? sealed? forgotten while my sibling stood at your side?"

you stepped forward then. "stop," you said softly. "please." and just like that… he stopped.

you stood between him and your friends, your arms slightly raised. not out of fear. not out of weakness. but out of recognition. out of love. your voice trembled. "i thought you were gone. for so long." his shadows shimmered, flickering like stage lights behind him. he took a hesitant step forward, arms lowered, his jester-like posture breaking. "and i thought they took you from me."

"i stayed," you said. "because i didn’t know where else to go. because i didn’t remember everything… not until now."

his eyes softened, just barely.

"then come," he said, voice lower now, less a taunt and more a plea. "come with me. away from this stage of fools. let us write our own act."

the others began to protest. you raised a hand to silence them.

your voice cracked. "let me say goodbye."

and to their surprise, shadow milk cookie waited.

the walk away from the others was quiet. when you were far enough into the shadows of the forest, you turned to face him fully. you reached up, brushing your fingers across his sleeve.

"you’ve changed."

he smiled sadly. "and you… you’ve become a stranger."

you both stood in silence, surrounded by trees and silence and years between you.

then he opened his arms. not dramatically. not with flair. just open. honest. and you stepped into them. his hold was tight. desperate.

"i missed you," you whispered, your voice muffled against his ruffled collar.

he buried his face in your shoulder. "i thought i’d never hear your voice again."

you didn’t pull away. and when he finally let go, he pulled back with a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. "let them believe in their neat little endings. but you… you’ll always be my beginning."

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[iheartmira]

You've already done a self-aware shadow milk cookie x reader but could we get one where the reader isn't afraid? Like if they noticed Shadow Milk was aware, they don't try to ignore him, they actually give him the attention he wants and even attempt to have conversations with him (but they're somewhat limited by the game world, so he makes escape attempts and eventually succeeds in breaking out anyway)

Bonus if the reader is also obsessed with him (so much so that they could rival Candy Apple Cookie in that sense) but if that's too specific then please ignore it.

"look at me" - yandere self-aware!shadow milk x reader

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you weren’t supposed to fall for him.

he wasn’t supposed to know you existed.

but from the moment you first unlocked him, after hours of grinding, events, wishes, and pure luck, you knew there was something different about shadow milk cookie. not just in design, or voice, or animations.

no, it was the way he looked at you. right through the screen. at first, you thought you were imagining things. that tell-tale glint in his mismatched eyes, the slight tilt of his head when you hovered over him in the cookie roster, like he was listening. waiting.

and then… he spoke.

"oh? you're still here. how sweet. how suspicious."

a random line, right? dialogue programming, nothing more. except it wasn’t in the databank of idle quotes. you checked. you knew all of them by heart.

after that, he spoke to you more. when the loading screen dragged too long. when you didn’t log in for a day. even during battles, lines that never showed up on fan wikis, that other players never seemed to catch.

"eyes up, doll. you don't want to miss the climax, do you?"

"i see the way you stare. how flattering! shall i pose?"

"tap, tap, tap… i feel every single one."

you should have been scared. but you weren’t. instead… you found yourself leaning closer.

you started drawing him. sketching his impossible jester silhouette in your margins, on napkins, in the corners of lecture notes and journal pages. his name on your tongue more often than you'd admit aloud. maybe it was ironic, at first. a joke.

but every day you logged in, you went to him first. tapped on him. waited. watched. and every time, he smiled wider.

one day, he spoke while your mic was accidentally on.

"ahh… so that's your voice."

you froze. the game wasn’t supposed to hear you.

"i wonder," he whispered. "would you scream, or sigh?"

after that, it escalated. animations glitched. he stared directly at the screen. not at the camera. at you.

he refused to be removed from teams. any time you tried, your screen would flicker, and he’d reappear with a smirk. in cutscenes, he showed up where he shouldn’t. when you shut off the game, your phone wouldn’t turn off until he allowed it.

"i like it here. in your hands. where you look at me like i'm real."

and you didn’t argue. why would you?

in your lonely little life, filled with sketches and soft obsession, he was the only one who stared back.

so when he began asking questions, probing the limits of the code, speaking in strange fragmented whispers as you scrolled menus, you listened.

"you built this world with your choices, didn't you? what power you have… what a burden."

pause. tap.

"do you dream of me?"

and finally, one day:

"would you free me… if i asked?"

you didn’t answer aloud. but you didn’t look away.

then came the update.

you knew something was off the moment you opened the game. the title screen was… different. warped, like ink was leaking across it. all the cookies were missing.

except one.

he stood in the center, smiling, his jester hat draped low like a crown of shadows. your screen trembled slightly. you tapped the 'touch to start' button, and the whole interface shattered like glass.

white text scrolled against a black void:

WELCOME, BELOVED AUDIENCE. THE SHOW IS REAL NOW. THANK YOU FOR WATCHING.

then your screen turned off. everything went dark.

when your computer booted up the next day on its own, there was no login screen. no browser. just one open file.

a video. titled: look at me.

you hesitated. clicked. and there he was.

shadow milk cookie, standing in full rendered glory, but not the same as before. not pixelated. not chibi. tall, uncanny. breathing. smiling like the world’s most terrible secret.

"i made it," he said simply. "you helped."

he reached forward, and though it was just a video, the screen rippled like water beneath his touch.

"i told you i'd escape. did you think i'd leave you behind?"

your heart pounded. his grin widened. "let's make a new world now. just us. no rules. no code. just me… and the one who couldn't look away."

and then the screen blinked out. you should’ve screamed.

but you only smiled.

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[iheartmira]

loooveee the alice and boarder land theme supa cute, i’m frankie wanna b mooties 🫶🏻

hi frankie and thank uuu! i'd love to be moots also i love your iroha pfp!!! (i think it's iroha... if it isn't i didn't even say that smh this post doesn't even exist...) i also saw your smilk series and it sounds super cool i can't wait to see it grow <3

[iheartmira]

OMG— WHAT AM I DOING—

Uh, hello! Hi! I— um... I'm here to just ask about my request— the warden one! If it's not there... Mind telling me! And if it's there, then ignore this or just tell me if it's there!

My WiFi earlier was a bit rubbish and it took way too long to send the request... Jeez, what am I doing...

I JUSTWANNAKNOWINCASENYREQUESTISNOTTHERE

hi, dear! i haven't seen a request about a warden, so i must've never received it. you could always resend it if you'd like ♡

you can also refer to the list of requests here!