May I request Shadow Milk Cookie x Gn Reader who wears his clothes and tries to act like him and pretty much failing to do so purposely
☆ Imitation Is A Form of Flattery, Is It Not? ☆
Genre: Fluff || They/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Shadow Milk went to your elaborately decorated shared room, entering with a grand, overly affectionate greeting as always. His words almost came to a comical stop when he saw you modeling one of his outfits, staring at you with a very obvious gasp
ᯓᡣ𐭩 He gets an ego about it immediately. Well why wouldn't you want to look like him? Now you're fit to be a true master of Deceit! And he oh-so-unhumbly adds that you really do fit blues so well. Are you sure he can't convince you to wear more frills?
ᯓᡣ𐭩 He grins widely when you start changing the pitch of your voice to match his. You make sure to make wide arm gestures, over-exaggerating almost every word and relaying loudly 'his' plan to take over all of Earthbread with "woefully understaffed puppet shows"
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Well, well! You certainly look the part, little Cookie, but you lack the flair!" He pretended to tut disapprovingly, though a smile was still on his face. "If you want to take over Earthbread, I can't let my lovely little protégé fall short, can I?" He said, his grin becoming mischievous
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Literally gritting his teeth once you intentionally take his advice to make him seem like a screeching diva rather than the suave agent of chaos he sees himself as. He's clenching his jester hat in his hands and scrapping whole improv scenes to get you to 'get it right'
ᯓᡣ𐭩 You end up laughing too much to carry out another scene, having to coo at and reassure Shadow Milk so he won't keep scowling and throwing little rage-fits. It works very easily. He's way too attached to you to stay mad, but he'll word it in an "I guess I'll let it slide just this one time" sort of way
ᯓᡣ𐭩 He gets his "revenge" with the teasing by summoning a puppet made in your image, making it prance and flail its stuffed arms around and showing you ridiculous puppet shows with your mini-you as the center of the jokes (albeit very mild ones compared to how he usually treats Cookies that get on his nerves)
ᯓᡣ𐭩 When you least expect it he'll dress up as you and surprise you with it. "What, don't think I'd make a good you?" He'd asked, very smug at seeing the surprised look on your face "I've worn the dough of so many characters over the years! At least this time it's a stupid cute one" he teases, patting the top of your head
Elder Faerie stated, confirming it with his eyes, gazing at her as though there was nothing else more important in the world.
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Some art I made for a fic I made not too long ago. What if, instead of leaving the faerie kingdom after Elder Faerie begged her to stay with him, White Lily chose to stay for a single day? (There's an unfinished bit in the middle, but you can ignore that 🥲)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Short Bad Batch AU one-shot featuring Wild Strawberry Cookie.
Word Count: 1,920
When Wild Strawberry was first spat out into this timeline, her only concern was to lie low. The TBD no doubt would be attempting to track down all the members of Twizzly Gummy’s crew. Even with the group officially disbanded, there was no way the TBD would just let them go. No, they’d broken whatever nonsensical laws those cookies had decided to impose on the natural chaos of the timelines, and now Twizzly Gummy and the rest of her crew had to pay, Wild Strawberry included.
So she kept her head down, stayed quiet, and stayed out of trouble. (For the most part. After all, a girl’s gotta eat, and she was low on funds as is. So a few vendors would find their stock a bit smaller than they last remembered it being.) Unlike the other members of Twizzly’s crew, Wild Strawberry Cookie had something the others distinctly lacked: patience. And it was this skill she used in spades as she scoped out any and all information she could gather about the timeline she’d found herself stranded in.
The good news, there didn’t seem to be any indication of a TBD agent asking around about weird cookies and rifts. The bad news, Wild Strawberry Cookie had found herself in a castle owned by a Witch whom all the castle residents feared.
Kind of okay news, she had found a couple of cookies to help her get the hell out of there.
She wasn’t quite sure what to think of the pair at first. A wizard mad with power and a zombie hellbent on revenge. She kind of recognized their faces from her time-hopping adventures, but these two were distinctly… different than the iterations she had only caught glimpses of. They were missing something, but what?
It wasn’t until much later, when they had gotten a bit closer as a unit, did Wild Strawberry realize what it was they were missing.
Her. Or, at least, this timeline’s version of her. In all the other timelines she had seen them in, one of her counterparts seemed to be nearby. It was like the three of them were destined to at least meet each other in some way or another, even if they didn’t wind up traveling together.
The night Wild Strawberry came to realize this, anxiety churned in her gut. After all, if there were two instances of the same cookie running around in one timeline, then that would absolutely come up on the TBD’s radar.
And yet… There was a distinct lack of agents knocking on her door and ripping her away from her new friends cohorts and the life they had begun to make for themselves.
The implications left her unnerved and distracted. The idea that she might be nothing more than a replacement made anger boil in her dough.
So she did what she always did when she started feeling wound up; she took her frustrations out in the training room. It was the middle of the night, she couldn’t sleep, so she hauled her ass out of bed, set up a punch bag, and started going to town on it.
With every solid ‘fwak!’ of her fist the more angry she got.
Because it wasn’t fair.
‘Fwak!’
It wasn’t fair that the TBD could decide to rip her away from everything simply because she didn’t belong here.
‘Fwak!’
It wasn’t fair that she was already dealing with an insecurity of being a fake cookie due to having artificial ingredients, and now she has to deal with the insecurity of not even being this timeline’s real Strawberry.
‘BANG!’
Wild Strawberry jumped a bit as the punching bag went flying across the room and hit the far wall, the sand inside spilled everywhere. Oh. She broke it. Whoops…
The girl experimentally opened and closed her fists, only just now realizing how sore they felt. She guessed she was a lot more zoned out than she thought, she hadn’t felt anything. With a resigned sigh knowing she was probably going to have to clean that up later, but not wanting to do it right away, Wild Strawberry turned to go fetch another punching bag.
Only to pause when she noticed someone over by the door.
“Can’t sleep?” Gingerbrave called over from where he was leaning against the wall.
“... No.” Wild Strawberry forced herself to look away and head over to the closet where the spare equipment was kept. After she hauled the oversized punching bag over to the ceiling hook and set it up, she got ready to start venting her frustrations yet again.
But as she wound up for her first punch, she stopped when she heard a sigh.
“Okay, Ber’, what’s wrong?” Gingerbrave asked with a deep frown on his face as he came to stand beside the punching bag. Wild Strawberry pointedly did not meet his eyes.
“Nothing.” Was her clipped reply as she threw a punch, hitting the bag with a significantly weaker ‘slap!’. Gingerbrave quirked a brow at her and let her get a few more punches in. Her form, usually perfect, was off. She was distracted. Definitely not okay.
“Then how come you’re not in your room grinding away on your games?” Gingerbrave pressed. “It’s almost midnight. You never come in here this late to train. So what gives?”
“Maybe I just wanted to switch things up for once.” Wild Strawberry growled, a much harder punch made the bag swing further on the hook.
“Or maybe you’ve decided to take out whatever’s bugging you on the gym equipment.” Gingerbrave gave her an unimpressed look. “Though, this is our last punching bag. So if you break this one, you’re gonna be out of luck.”
‘Slap! Fwak! THUD!’
“FINE!” Strawberry snapped, knowing that if she didn’t satisfy him he was just going to keep annoying her about it. She spun sharply to meet his gaze, fists clenched at her sides. “Fine, you want to know what’s been eating at me so badly? I’m not fucking real!”
Gingerbrave’s face screwed up in confusion. He looked her up and down, and then reached out a hand to poke her in the shoulder. “I dunno, you feel pretty real to me.”
“Not like THAT!” She facepalmed, biting the inside of her cheek. “I’m not the real Strawberry Cookie! I was never meant to exist in this timeline! We were never supposed to have even met!”
Now the boy had at least the decency to look surprised. Of course, he and Wizard knew of her time-criminal status. She made no secret of her origins in that regard. However, this was the first he had ever heard her have a crisis about it. He had never even considered the possibility of there being two Strawberry Cookies running around.
There was a beat of silence as Gingerbrave processed what exactly it was his friend was feeling. It was long enough for Wild Strawberry’s frustration to simmer enough for her to turn back to the punching bag and start throwing hands again at a far less enthusiastic pace.
‘Thap! Fwak! Slap!’
“Okay…” Gingerbrave finally said, slowly nodding his head. “So, there are two Strawberry Cookies now, why does that bother you?”
“It doesn’t.” She bit out as she threw another punch. “I’ve seen a lot of other me’s. What’s bothering me is there isn’t two Strawberry Cookies in this timeline.”
“But you just said…” Gingerbrave scratched at some of his stitches, feeling even more confused. Every time he thought he got this weird timetravel stuff down, it just got confusing again…
“There was a Strawberry at one point, but she’s most likely long dead.” Wild Strawberry paused, once again flexing her fingers and knowing they were going to be aching like hell in the morning. “And I’m just a shoddy replacement.”
Gingerbrave literally pouted at her as if she had just said some sort of terrible insult. “Now hold on just a second, you are not shoddy! You’re like, one of the coolest cookies I know!” When Wild Strawberry rolled her eyes, the boy threw his arms out to the side. “I’m serious!”
“That’s nice and all, but doesn’t change the fact that I literally don’t belong here.” She pointed out, which made Gingerbrave laugh.
“And you think I do?! Look at me! I was made in this timeline and everyone treats me like a monster.” His expression turned into something a bit more reserved as he continued. “Who cares about who comes from where and when? The only place you belong is right here with me and Wizard.”
“But the real Strawberry–” She was cut off by Gingerbrave putting a hand on her shoulder.
“Doesn’t matter,” Gingerbrave’s frown morphed into that cheeky shark-toothed grin she knew all too well by this point. “That Strawberry wasn’t there when Wizard and I needed help busting out of the Castle. That Strawberry doesn’t have our backs against those two-bit Heroes. That Strawberry isn’t here to help me find my head every time I lose it!” He laughed at the last part. “That was all you! So even if you weren’t born in this timeline, you’re still our Strawberry Cookie. And if those TBD losers you told us about try to come and get you, then they’ll have to get through Wizard and I first. Got it?”
She stared at him for a long moment, unfortunately her hood hid most of her expression but Gingerbrave was sure he saw her eyes widen a fraction.
The tenseness melted from her shoulders, and she looked off to the side with a small, “Have it your way.” Despite the less than stellar reaction, Gingerbrave could tell she was feeling a lot better.
“Great!” He threw an arm around her shoulders and began to steer her toward the door. “Then how’s about me and you head over to the game room and you can kick my ass in that fighting game you love to play so much! I think I’m getting better with my main!”
“Your main is literally F-Tier.” Wild Strawberry pointed out, not bothering to fight him as he dragged her out of the training room.
“But tonight he’s gonna be A!” The statement got a rare chuckle out of her, and Gingerbrave smiled in victory. It didn’t matter if she wasn’t originally a part of their timeline, she was here now and she was here when it mattered. That’s all Gingerbrave could ever ask for in a friend.
“Hey, actually…” Gingerbrave mused aloud. “Does this mean we’re friends in every timeline?”
Wild Strawberry blinked at the sudden change in topic. “...It looked like that in all the timelines I saw.”
Gingerbrave’s smile widened. “Awesome! Then, yeah, that definitely proves you belong here with us! No doubt about it!”
There was a lot of technicalities and actual facts that Gingerbrave was glossing over, but that tiny part of Strawberry’s mind that so badly yearned for the kind of life she saw her counterparts having clung to it like a lifeline. The comforting assurance that she wasn’t just a poor replacement and was instead meant to be here, fell over her like a warm blanket.
“... Gingerbrave?” She whispered softly, making the boy pause.
“Yeah?”
“Thanks.” She didn’t meet his eyes, but she could tell he was happy.
She might not have been the “real” Strawberry Cookie, but she was Gingerbrave and Wizard’s very real friend.
