You know? It would be hilarious if we ended up knocking out Shadow Milk. I am sure he would be really surprised to find that out ...
In-game, shadowmilk would be shocked and offended. He is a twink but a depressed scared to be open twink...so lowkey if you all do that. He would be so cruel back.
You loved painting, capturing other cookies' beauty. You spend years perfecting your craft just so the beauty you see reflects on the canvas. Mixing colors until you perfectly match the dough color of your muse.
Despite your passion for capturing beauty, soon you got bored of painting the cookies around you. Every time you tried to pick up one of your paint brushes, you just stare at the white canvas.
Your friends, worried by your sudden drop of passion, recommended a trip to the Cacao kingdom in hopes a change of scenery might freshen your mind. You refused until one night you finally caved in.
Getting ready, you got into a carriage and set off after your friends gifted you a lot of items along with foods that you started snacking on while enjoying the ever so changing scenery.
After some days, you finally made it to the snowy grounds of Caco kingdom. You didn't have the time to enjoy the scenery because your usually warm dough body cries out at the sudden coldness surrounding your body.
You rushed into the house you rented, the owner helped you move in faster after noticing your shakiness. You thanked them a lot only for them to chuckle and brush off your words.
You spent your days like normal, your unmotivated mind still going strong. Today is like always going out shopping for food and going to the post office to send off some letters to your friends to update them about your stay. While leaving the building, you saw many cookies whispering, some even bowing down.
You walked forwards to get a look at what the other cookies seem to be watching. Then you saw him. With his long black hair, some white strand decorating the strands of ink his skin, a deep brown making his dough look even more eye-catching to you who has yet tried to paint such a color.
His features are sharp, giving off the look of sternness not only that but he has the most beautiful eyes you have ever seen. Like deep magenta diamonds, they take in every stall and cookie in sight like a wolf checking on his pack. His armor perfectly shined, shining ever so slightly as he moved the sun, reflecting from the snow perfectly lighting his features and armor.
You admired him while he talked to the cookie next to him. Who you didn't even bother looking at. He looked so different from your usual muses. So much sharper and ethereal. Is this the beauty many say a warrior carries?
You pull out your pocket size sketch book and charcoal pencil. You hastily sketch his figure, the rush of new motivation hitting you like a sugar rush.
After doing some sketches, you put your notebook in your pocket along with your pencil. You fixed your appearance by brushing off the snow on your hair and shoulders.
You approached the cookie who had destroyed the art block that had drowned you in unmotivation. The cookie immediately turned to face you after hearing your footsteps he looked at you with a piercing gaze. Taking in his look, you quickly decided not to drag this out.
“Hello I'm Y/N cookie. I'm an artist, and I couldn't help but notice your gorgeous looks. May I ask for you to be my muse for a painting?” You stated easily, having gotten used to asking cookies to be your muses. Maybe even the rush of motivation has pushed away your nervousness.
The cookie eyes winded ever so slightly at your words. He raises an sharp eyebrow in confusion at you. His companion, who you didn't bother even looking at, spoke up.
“How dare you approach his majesty with such improper matters!” She stated seemingly annoyed at your not so respectful approach and statement to the king.
You looked at her only to look away from her in a second, too mesmerized by the male cookies to even bother looking at her again. You waited for his response.
He looked into your eyes, staying silent for a moment before finally responding. “No…”
With that answer, your heart broke your eyes, narrowed as you took in the response. You were sad, of course, to not have such a beautiful cookie as your muse, but you can't force some cookie to pose. Their expression wouldn't be as good—well it was immortal, too.
“I see well whenever you change your mind. I'm staying at a house near the small blacksmith shop of Walnut Cookie. Just tell them my name and you will find me!” You stated mentally begging the witches to have this beautiful cookie change his mind. He only seems to nod in response.
“Sure.” The cold response only made you smile slightly. Ah! Such a different personality too he is so special.
“Well bye-bye!” Not wanting to drag this for longer, that cookie next to him was getting worked up too. You left with thousands of ideas drowning in your mind and soul.
Days passed, and you couldn't stop thinking about the cookie. He inspired you. Of course, you painted the scenery of the snowy kingdom and cookies walking through it. Some when seeing you paint walk up to you and happily pose for a quick sketch to have—it made good money but also stopped you from painting the landscape.
You learned that the cookie was actually the king of this kingdom. That cookie accompanying him exposed that–if you were bothering to listen to her. You learned he is one of the ancient heroes too! No wonder he gave off the vibe of a deity! He is one!
You had the sketches of that cookie still and made even more of them using the original ones as reference for other sketches you made of him.
You were getting a bit…poorer—it's not that bad but that means you have to sell one of your creations! That was more stressful for you instead of maybe failing to pay rent.
You looked through your creations, moving through them as you finally chose ten pieces to sell. Taking one of the sketches of that beautiful king as one of the ones you'll sell.
You set up your stand moving fast before sitting on a chair. Your dough has gotten a bit used to the cold so you could handle sitting there. You put a sign telling cookies who bothered to look at your stand that you're selling and doing live sketches.
Many paintings were bought by different cookies who were happy to get some art of their homeland displayed inside. Some happily paid to get sketched alone...or with their friends. Or grandparents or kids! You felt your pouch get full causing you to feel less stressed.
Dark Caco Cookie moved approaching the stand. He looked down at the art with a scanning gaze. His eyes stayed at the one where you sketched him.
That caught his attention enough to make him approach the stand.
It was good. In his eyes he can't help but notice how many details you got right. You had managed to capture his sharp face one many past painter cookies often softened or edited it to look kinder. At times to even fit the beauty standard. This time he looked at the painting and saw himself not an edited version of him.
He was a bit weirded out. He had never expected a cookie to sketch him in such detail, then try to sell it. He simply thought he wasn't eye-pleasing enough for this.
He turned to look at you, his armor shining under the sun like it was made out of mirrors. You had just finished selling one of your paintings over to a cookie who happily waved goodbye to you , returning the waves with your own.
You turned to look at your stand only freezing in an instant when you noticed him.
“Hello!” You said forcing yourself to be cheerful.
He only hummed in response, nodding his head in greetings as he turned to look at your art pieces…more specifically at the sketch of himself.
“I see that you have spent time sketching me…” He stated he himself was unsure of what to say in this situation but still decided to create a sentence.
“Ah..” You swallow as you try to think of a response. You knew selling one of the sketches would be weird… after all. You didn't get his permission to model for it or even sell it. So you immediately started apologizing.
“Im so sorry for sketching you and even thinking of selling it. My money has been draining, which is why I even considered selling it, but It isn't an excuse. Forgive me for this. You can take the sketch for free as an apology.”
You rushed to say, even bowing a few times, only to cause the other to look at you with confusion.
“Hn…it's okay.” He responded shortly only to flinch when you moved, grabbing the sketch the painted wooden canvas it was sketched on clacking as you placed it on the table. Your hands move to package it before giving it to him.
He was caught off guard. His armored hands grabbed the sketch, looking down at the wrapped thing before looking up at you.
He didn't expect you to be serious about giving it to him for free.
“I can't simply accept it.” He stated, moving the packaged art piece to hold it with one hand as the other moved to take out his silken pouch. Only for you to stretch your hands, placing them over his and kindly speaking.
“No no! It's okay, just take it.”
He looked at you then at the painting. Letting out a sigh, he then spoke.
“I want to pay since it's so accurate to my looks.”
He spoke sternly as he opened the silken pouch, his fingers sliding in the purple silk, taking out a gold coin, giving it to you, making you yelp.
“This is too much!” You gasped out, shocked with a gold coin you can afford paying three months rent, and the sketch was so ugly! It wasn't, but it also wasn't worth a gold coin!
He simply puts the pouch on the belt pocket before turning around, moving away from the stand. The snow crunching under his metal boots. He felt a bit stuck on how to continue this conversation, so he decided to leave since he said that he wanted to say, letting you alone with your thoughts.
Their name could be Hermit. However they don't really appear in their human form much, you would usually see them as little rat with clown costume running around. They're very introverted so it's rare to see them in person. (Man- I'm so bad at expressing through words sorry)
(Tbh my idea for them is that they can kind of duplicate themselves but those clones ain't human instead they look like animals- A somewhat "an animal circus but every animals and the trainer are one" concept- ( ；∀；) not a great concept and quite confusing I know-)
More doddle of my tall child tho be ware most of them are practice ones of them being naked (_ _;)
This is old so be prepared for mistakes. Also this is pure fluff and silliness. Reader is referred as them/they
The sunlight hits the curtains of the room light dimming before it could hit the laying forms on the mattress–the Vanilla kings form covered in silk blankets, his head resting on the pillow while his hand holds his beloved hand under the sheets.
His lips parted slightly, breathing out of it ever so slightly. He looked so adorable when he was in deep sleep. He rarely slept so deep, most of the time he just woke up as soon as the sun started to rise.
Truly a rare sight—one you will take advantage of.
You had managed to get out of bed without him waking up from the loss of your hand in his hold. He somehow always sensed if you even shifted to move out of the mattress but today his sugary body desired sleep more than to investigate the loss of warmth. You didn't bother putting on your slippers knowing they might make too much sound while you walked with them.
You approached the chambers doors in a rush while also trying to keep quiet (a hard thing to do if you're being honest but somehow you pulled it off today. The witches must be on your side today.) opening the door slowly. You poke your head out and the guards on each side of the chambers turn to look at you. Both are cookies you are familiar with.
When alone they usually keep your company—at times they even spill the palace drama they hear from others. Such good friends you know will happily assist you with your plan.
You raised your hand pressing a finger against your lips, your eyes narrowing slightly causing them to look at you with the questioning look many cookies seem to have mastered. But! They kept quite great!
“Bring a fluffy omurice and a cup of water immediately.“
You whispered softly, your voice barely loud enough to be heard. You didn't want to miss this opportunity okay! They looked at you for a moment allowing for the silence to get thicker before both let out a sigh. Your trying to recreate that book scene again?
In the end they nodded their head making you feel victorious as one of them goes to fetch a servant to bring the morning tray with breakfast. The royal chefs probably had already started cooking the food for breakfast. Meaning you don't have to stand waiting there for a long while. Another point in your favor
You stayed silent waiting in the same spot not even risking closing the heavy door as it made truly quite the loud sound when it did close.
You turn to look at the sleeping body of your beloved just to make sure he is still asleep–you remember when you tried to do this before only to find him sitting up on the bed and just staring at you while smiling gently. That day you might have felt your soul jump out of your body.
Not because you're scared of him but because of how unexpected that whole staring was! He had the guts to tease you about it afterwards too!
After a while–it felt like days.
The tray arrived and you snatched it so fast for a moment the servant who gave it to you thought you were about to throw it. You closed the door slowly with your body weight after cringing at the loud click of it closing you moved closer to the bed.
You carefully take your seat on the mattress once again balancing the tray on your lap. You carefully grab the silver spoon taking a bit of the omurice making sure to take a bit of the sauce. You softly blow on it the steam of the omurice waving at the force. After blowing at it for a while you guess it's not that hot anymore…hopefully you don't want to burn his mouth–that would be a horrible way to wake up.
You guided the spoon on the other cookies' lips letting Pure Vanilla Cookie smell the food–you can tell the fact he woke up from the smell by how his eyelashes fluttered ever so slightly.
Soon after he parted his dry lips allowing you to push the spoon in his mouth. He hummed softly in response to the taste of the food chewing on it. A small smile appeared on his face. You were so cute! He forced himself to hold in a chuckle.
He couldn't help but remember how this all started. You read a novel where the female lead woke her love interest like this–it was such a cute scene! That scene made you love the book, turning to read it every time you felt annoyed or bitter at something.
That is how much the book had a choke-hold on you and you needed to share it! That's how you end up telling Pure Vanilla about it over dinner. The cute scene is what motivated you to try to pull the same move.
After allowing you to feed him a third spoonful he pushed himself up using his hands–he didn't bother to open his eyes. Why would he when he knows you're basking on this moment?
He opened up his mouth again waiting for you to feed him another spoonful–You couldn't help but chuckle warmly. This was a sight you rarely saw. Pure Vanilla Cookie always tries to be perfectly kind even in your presence. It's like a second nature to him. The only time you managed to catch him like this is when he got drunk on berry juice and was hung over the next day that in your eyes he was basically a baby dough.
He finally opened his mismatched eyes only to look at you with warmth. His eyes staring into yours. “Thank you, my blue bird...”
He softly worded the drowsiness still coating his voice–while his tan hand stretched forwards taking the already filled spoon from your hands. You blinked in confusion as you shortly after the fork being taken felt the spoon press against your lips. “Eat too.”
Pure Vanilla Cookie stated sweetly–maybe to you it sounded sweet because of how cute he looked while having messy hair and with his eyes still tinted with drowsiness too. Lets not forget that!
So you obeyed without much care opening your mouth happily eating the fluffy omurice. He smiled warmly in response only to let out a soft chuckle as you looked at him expecting to be fed more.
this person has been taking my art and claiming it as their own, they've blocked me on my greek myth account, will probably block this one too once they know it exists
please report them if you can and don't interact with their posts
Just did a small deep dive in his character and made this may be occ but idk.
He lies to you about how his adventure went.
You are burning up with anger-well that's a strong word, isn't it? But it's true! You were filled with anger, your dear husband has lied to you AGAIN.
You have thought the last talk about him lying to you about his health isn't something you will tolerate but no! He seems to rather enjoy running around wounded and lying to your face than do what you both agreed on.
Now if you were mature—well as mature as you frame yourself as. You will go to his office and talk about this issue again…but you never claimed to not be petty.
Pure Vanilla Cookie could only let out a sigh knowing he can't truly stop what's happening.
A servant had just placed a bowl of hot-jelly-stew along with a side plate filled with buttered hearty-rye as a side dish on the wooden desk while another servant had cleaned up the papers–so the king could eat without fear of dirtying the documents.
Weird…you usually would lead the servants after you had ordered them to get his meal from the chefs in the kitchen.
You then would spend your time sitting in his office to watch him eat to make sure his not skipping lunch. It has become a routine he loves as at times you feed him or he feeds you some spoons.
It makes his work-filled day lessen its hold on his spirit. He stayed patient looking out of the office door waiting for your figure only to be met with nothing. He looked down at the dishes.
His eyes landed on the letter that was placed on the desk under the plate of buttered hearty rye. As soon as the cookies left he took the sealed note in his tan hands immediately opening the letter hoping you had some sort of explanation you aren't going to join him today.
—Lying cookies don't get to eat with their lovers.—
He pressed his lips against each other–while pressing his eyebrows furrowed a rare pout-like look appeared on his face. You found out? Did Holly Barry Cookie tell you again?
He closed his eyes once again while leaning back on his chair. He lets the letter fall on his lap as he goes deep in his thoughts. He raised his hand pressing it on the side of his other arm.
He had been wounded while assisting Holly Barry Cookie with moving injured cookies back to her kingdom after their camp had been destroyed. He had been sneak attacked by a cake hound.
The injury was small, not one he couldn't handle. He healed it up and he's as good as when he left. So he saw no need to worry you about such fickle matters but he seems to have miscalculated your desire to know everything about such trips. He can't blame you when he's the same when you go on a small adventure without him.
He loaded forwards, grabbing his spoon and stirring the stew knowing if he skipped lunch the servants will tell you and you will get angrier. The silence in his office is weathering his heart that desires your company. He lets another sigh now one of sadness as he brings the filled spoon to his lips starting to eat the dish.
You wanted to be petty and wound his heart…he will get his revenge too. He's going to be childish too in response.
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You are sitting on a couch located in your and Pure Vanilla Cookies personal chambers. You look down at the blank page of the journal you own. Your fingers move the pen in quick strokes writing down what your mind screams about.
You wrote not to appear mature or perfect but to vent. To vent your anger and frustration it was ugly. You feel ugly reading back at these moments but doesn't it feel great when you finish your venting and now you can breathe without thinking about your feelings?
The sound of the heavy wooden door opening made you flinch. You look up from your journal and you are met by the sight of your husband Pure Vanilla Cookie.
You close your journal slowly placing it on the coffee table that accompanies the sitting area. Your charcoal pencil is placed on top of the hard cover. It's not like he doesn't know about its existence or he doesn't respect your privacy and needs a safe space to let out your feelings.
Before you could even straighten your posture your husband has arrived by your side. “My blue bird…”
He called out gently—his staff left to rest against the wall so he can grab your hand with both of his.
You didn't respond to his gesture of affection even if it made your heart beat faster. Why haven't you gotten over the “honeymoon” stage yet?
You have kissed this man so much yet holding your hand makes you giggle internally like a high school girl when her crush says she's pretty.
You looked away, your head tilted up like a swan too arrogant to look back at their calling partner.
Pure Vanilla Cookie sighed at the action feeling amused by the sight. You looked so cute while acting high and mighty even when your cheeks were as red as the word red—but also quite saddened too. He likes your blushing face.
“My blue bird…forgive this king for making such a silly mistake…” He stated sweetly his knees resting on the floor as the fabric of his robes covered the perfectly shined floor.
He tilted his head back looking up at you, his eyes taking your form.
Pulling your hand closer he rubbed his cheek against your palm. “Forgive me my dear.”
He-his TEASING YOU! Your cheeks turn a deeper shade of red as you tilted your head up more to show your annoyance.
However, Pure Vanilla Cookie seems to take it as a challenge! He starts kissing the palm of your hand then travels up to the inside of your wrist.
You shriek internally, your entire face turning pink as he moves his lips up kissing the inside of your lower arm. This old man is teasing you! This was supposed to be your revenge not his!!
You pulled your arm away, your heart felt like it would melt or bust–from the warmth his affection drowned it in and bust from how fast it was beating. You press the kissed hand on your chest so he can't grab it.
But he seems to take it as a challenge AGAIN?! You hear his clothes ruffle as he stands up-to wrap his arms around your waist instead drowning the side of your neck in soft pecks. “You were so cruel letting this king eat alone..my blue bird.”
You didn't know if you could respond to his words without stuttering. Your face burns from your shyness while your lips shake from your system being overwhelmed. “Cruel?...you know what's cruel? Lying to your partner!”
You managed to bite back thankfully your words didn't shake like your heart is. You tried to hide your face by facing the other way.
You flinched after feeling your chin being held, his fingers guiding you to turn your head to look at his face.
His eyes look into yours with a bit of guilt and full of affection. “I know my blue bird. I didn't wish to worry you with such little things.”
He responded softly while leaning closer, his lips brushing against yours. “I…I know what I did is something you hate. As I too would hate if you did it to me…I was foolish thinking about your feelings on a matter that you consider big…I-”
“You assumed that I would be worried and you didn't want that right? You didn't want me to worry but I would rather worry about you than find out about what happened from someone else.” You responded by cutting him off from his tangent. Your husband isn't great with words. Ironic isn't it?
But you can't blame him with years of work and responsibilities learning how to communicate with his lover isn't something he valued.
He pressed his lips against each other a bit embarrassed that you cut through his mess of talk to expose the truth. He is a husband yet he feels like he has yet to master being one.
“Yes…I know that I was wrong and I'm sorry you learned about the incident not from me but from another cookie.” He stated truthfully his eyes staring into yours hoping you can see his sincerity through his gaze.
You seem to do just that as you leaned close, capturing his lips in a soft kiss that caused his cheeks to turn pink. “You're not off the hook though king sire. If you do this again I will sleep in a guest room for three weeks.”
You responded after pulling away from the kiss. The news made his eyes soften more into doe eyes. His lips pressed against each other in a small pout that he knows will make your stance wobble. “Blue bird….”
You only turned your head away in response, making him flinch in shock as you refused to soften your stance after seeing the face that always wins you over.
You were SERIOUS about it!! You didn't look back as seeing him make that pathetically cute face for longer than 1 minute will cause you to fold. He really has perfected every way to weaken your stance hasn't he? Sly little hero he is.
Pov when you and your friend have mastered different things-
The base of the artwork was done by my BEAUTIFUL friend Toji you can find them on YouTube under the name Reii_Tojikato or here on Tumbler
This Ganymede my friend drew while i attempted to color it im only happy with the head. The design was made by me in gc...yes i use gc to make designs let's not judge but they fr brought it to live!!! His so cute! His 13-14 here just a baby.
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