[insertsaddict]

Considering the references to Shadow Milk's and readers relationship to Magica Madoka, why don't we expand it a little. You know how at the end of the series Madoka becomes Ultimate Madoka, how about that with reader or similar to it. I think it would work very well as in some posts you mentioned in what if every timeline we die, similar to how Madoka dies in every reset of the timeline. What if reader was just someone who managed to defy their fate and became a sort of powerful being or something equivalent to a powerful god because of the amount of effort it took to do so and saved Shadow Milk from our timeline (Madoka making her wish). But as a result, we have to exist outside of our timeline as we are a powerful being and the only one who can communicate is our Shadow Milk (even better if Shadow Milk was the one who made us powerful in order to save us). What do you think about the reaction of Ultimate Shadow Milk because I would see trying to pull something like Homura capturing Madoka after becoming a witch/demon.

Speaking of Madoka, I did write a short drabble already based on Rebellion's ending.

Perhaps you could have been a powerful force outside of time before those events...Shadow Milk certainly wouldn't let you remember. If you remembered, you'd break the beautiful lie he made for you, and you'd slip out of his fingers again...! He can't let that happen.

[william-bookkeeper]

I simply ADORE Madoka Magica. I think a really good story beat would be having everyone be safe and sound, the emmisarries and the ancients getting along, truly peace among cookie kind. Except for one factor. We do not, and have not ever existed. or at least to everyone else. What no one knows is the sacrifice we made, the ultimate decision of saving everyone but erasing us (at least our mortal cookie form) from existence. Can you IMAGINE shadow milk, now the sage somehow learning of this and DESPERATLY either trying to find a way to bring us back or at the very least have someone confirm that you were real. Can he even call this a 'Happily ever after' when learning the truth?

[insertsaddict]

What if cookie in the jar

Y/n was a dragon cookie? How big would they be in their dragon form?

Hmm...to my knowledge, we haven't had direct size comparisons of Witches beside dragons. But based on what you've seen, in your dragon form you're perhaps...about the size of a cat or a small dog compared to Shadow Milk?

A little harder to contain than a Cookie, but still small enough that he can scoop you up. Actually, in your dragon form, he'd probably feel more comfortable letting you explore his room/house, less concerned about how you could be injured on accident!

[william-bookkeeper]

you cant tell me Sm wouldn't dress up dragon us in outfits.

[mightilysweetscion]

Since I read the cookie/reader post of the Sm with a frying pan. It been stuck in my head and I haven’t been motivated to draw in a long time. So of course have to draw it. ( might want to try again to draw them in witches outfits)

@insertsaddict

[william-bookkeeper]

PURE VANILLA, BEHIND YOU!!!!!

[william-bookkeeper]

I was thinking of ghost!you x shadowmilk and it got me thinking. You know all the tropes with a dead spouse still haunting the alive one? The one where they lead the other to madness because they constantly ask "Why didn't you save me?" and all that.

Imagine instead they are the opposite.

Instead of anger and questioning he is met with kindness and understanding. Not 'You didn't save me' or 'you failed me.' but instead 'You tried your best.' and 'There was nothing you could do.' I think it would hurt more, personally. With anger he could ignore it, give excuses and tune it out. With you instead being calm and careing, he can't. You reassure him once more like you always do. You never blame him. You try to get him to let go of the pain. But he doesn't WANT to let go of it. Its the only thing he has of you left.

[insertsaddict]

what is the beef between witch sm and pv? what did pv do??

Hmm, I mostly wrote in them having beef because it just seems to fit them no matter the timeline. But perhaps...

At first, it just started off as a bit of dislike on Shadow Milk's end. Pure Vanilla was a new Witch, stepping in to share Truth and Knowledge after Shadow Milk decided he wouldn't do so anymore. Shadow Milk hated the feeling of being "replaced", hated his whole goody-two-shoes act and his hovering over EarthBread like a mother hen, like it was worth something...

But it wasn't full-on hatred for him until Pure Vanilla attempted to reach out to him...trying to connect with him. Claiming that they could understand each other...that together, Shadow Milk wouldn't have to be lonely...

He didn't realize it, of course, but he was poking a very sore nerve of Shadow Milk's. You (as a Witch) had understood him. You had been at his side. Pure Vanilla didn't know you existed, didn't know about Shadow Milk's loss...but even if Shadow Milk logically knew that, it still felt like he was trying to replace you.

He immediately snapped. Pure Vanilla would feel terribly guilty if he learned the full truth, and even now realizes he could have handled things better. Shadow Milk isn't interested in telling him anything about his past, though.

[william-bookkeeper]

can you imagine him finding out about you and just feeling awful but making it worse? - during another meeting with Sm (probs at a banquet or something idk) Pv picks up something Sm dropped in an effort to return it to him. - Only, it turns out to be a locket with Witch!you as the photo inside. - Pv is surprised since this person looks so much like cookie!you and before he can do anything, Sm snatches the locket back, absolutely FUMING. -Pv maybe takes his time and ask about it to others, only to find out about Witch!you and what happened. -Pv would feel terrible about it, maybe even a bit conflicted. What happened to Witch!you and Sm is truly tragic. but does that justify what Sm is doing? -Sm has you trapped. A gilded cage yes, but still trapped. Taken from your home, friends, and family. -Pv would probly try and do both, trying to return you home while also trying to connect with Sm more just so Sm wont be alone when you finally return back to earthbread.

[william-bookkeeper]

Off Balance Ch.1 Prev

TimeKeeper Cookie zoomed through the constant shifting and reforming of the different timelines on her scissors, humming a tune as she did. Though the tune stopped when she caught sight of something interesting. Two creatures outside of time. “How peculiar!” TimeKeeper said to herself as she flew over. Getting closer, she was curious as to why they hadn’t moved or acknowledged her. Circling the two, she examined this strange pair. Noting the chains and locks, she turned her gaze to the smaller cookie. “Sealing something outside of time, huh?” She asked as she leaned down, not expecting a response. “Can’t say I have seen that before. Time hopping, time destroying, a few littering cases here and there. But never a banishment, very interesting.” She leans back as she glances at the monster before her, giving a small whistle at the sight. “This fella has got to be pretty strong for you to do all of this, huh? Don’t worry, we’ll have this all sorted out.” Taking hold of her scissors, she cut open a rift. Once she got back to headquarters, she’d send a team to help wrangle this beast. A loud cry cut her plan short, though. 

The beast, once unmoving, now thrashed and pulled against it’s bindings once more. No doubt stirred by the power of a rift opening. “My oh my!” TimeKeeper cookie said as she moved out of the way of one of the swinging claws. “Excited to see something new huh? I know the feeling.” 

The monster only roared in response as it writhed, desperately moving to the nearby rift. “Ah ah ah, sorry but that rift is for me only.” TimeKeeper moved to dart into the portal but was stopped when something grabbed her scissors. Looking behind herself she saw the monster with its claws in the handles of her blades. TimeKeeper held on with all her strength as the monster waved her scissors about. After a few quick shakes she looked around to get her bearings.

Her eyes widened when her gaze landed on the blades of her scissors; pushing heavily against the chains that bound the beast. She had to look away due to how bright the points of contact glowed. She could hear the chains straining against her scissors, even wrapping under the pressure. ‘I need to find a way to stop it or it might-’ Suddenly she was freefloating within the spaces between time. The monster had succeeded in its plan. Now no longer needing the scissors it tossed them to the side, instead diving into the still open rift. The scissors bumping against the core timeline.

TimeKeeper was quick to act, grabbing her scissors and going after the beast, accidentally forgetting the cookie now adrift. The still sleeping cookie drifted closer to the timeline, and the small rift left behind by the monster's actions.

The crown felt foreign on top of PureVanilla Cookie’s head. The title of king felt heavy on his tongue. He was glad this was simply for the ceremony; he doubted he could wield such a title as grand as king like his friend DarkCacao or GoldenCheese. Once the ceremony was over, PureVanilla walked to his balcony that gazed over his kingdom. The purple, orange, and gold blended beautifully. A wonderful sight for the ending of this chapter of his life.

As the sky shifted to a deep blue and the stars began to show PureVanilla believed it was time to retire to bed, but something caught his eye. Something he could only describe as a tear in the fabric of reality itself appeared in the distance. When he saw something come through that tear he threw the idea of resting to the wayside, already making his way to the main doors.

yaaayyy i finally got the next one finished :D

[insertsaddict]

Thinking about ultimate shadow milk cookie universe and the brave gang, can you imagine just how traumatic it would've been if it were due to dark entantress?

You, struggling against her hold in her massive hand. She raves on about the ultimate cookie and how gingerbrave is the only component left. All he needs is to feel the deepest pit of despair. She hold you out as you tell him to run away, to get far away from here. But you are. stopped mid-sentence as Dark Entantress squeezes you. She mentions how she has been keeping an eye on you all, seeing the bonds Ginger Brave has built and the friends he has made... And a mentor, a parental figure, has taken him under his wing. Color drains from everyone's face at the mention. Dark Entantress' wicked grin only grows wider. A parent will do anything for their child; it's the same the other way around. Surely the child's heart would shatter, they would grow resentful of the world, and they would gladly become one with the ultimate cookie to have it consumed. You scream when her grip tightens even further, your dough cracking under the pressure. Everyone calls out your name, some demanding Dark Entantress to let you go, some begging or pleading for your release, and a few abandon their own safety to attack the amalgam witch in a desperate attempt to free you. All of it is useless, though. You quickly go silent, the air already squeezed out of your lungs. A final, sickening crack is heard as you go limp; strawberry jam oozing from between Dark Entantress' fingers before she drops you. Everyone is silent, too wrapped up in shock, grief, and despair to move. Dark Entantress simply picks up the unresponsive Ginger Brave, staining his dough with your jam, and tosses him into the oven, eager for oblivion.

Oh my god...my heart... (your writing is so beautiful, I do love this!)

Plus: The silence spell had weakened enough that Shadow Milk could see everything that was happening. He could see you being plucked from the ground and torn away from him, could see you being crushed...could see your limp body falling to the ground...

But he couldn't move, couldn't do anything to stop it...no matter how much he tried. No matter how he wailed, screamed, even begged Silent Salt to release him so that he could do something...!

...and now you...you were gone...

[william-bookkeeper]

10 bucks says that for like a week or two he couldn't bring himself to hug you due to the fear of his newfound strength.

[william-bookkeeper]

I was thinking of roleswap by @insertsaddict and, can you imagine how scared Shadow Milk would be seeing that we need the souljam to survive? Like, the war happens, and Dark Entantress is defeated. But he looks over and sees us barely able to even stand up, and it looks like we're getting weaker by the second. He rushes over to help stabilize us and we're just laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. "The ultimate tragedy for a fool like us." and how; Even if it was for a little while, "It was so so SO great to see my fount again." Shadowmilk would say not to say that, since it sounds like they were leaving, and we just smile and boop his nose again. Calling him a smart cookie and that he knows what is happening. That in a way we're happy he doesn't have the soul jam anymore, since that means he gets to live his life how he wants and not on the whims of others, that he has made friends again, and maybe even find love again too. We'd say goodbye for the last time, saying we love him, before our body goes limp.

i imagine after Shadowmilk and pure vanilla would grow closer after that, losing someone so close to you and you being unable to do anything about it.

[william-bookkeeper]

I do think Shadowmilk would hole himself up in his home for a LONG time, though. Anyone trying to coerce him out would be met with silence.

I do think Purevanilla would be the only one to get him talking due to how similar they are. It would still take him a long time before Shadowmilk even opens the door.

[william-bookkeeper]

I was thinking of roleswap by @insertsaddict and, can you imagine how scared Shadow Milk would be seeing that we need the souljam to survive? Like, the war happens, and Dark Entantress is defeated. But he looks over and sees us barely able to even stand up, and it looks like we're getting weaker by the second. He rushes over to help stabilize us and we're just laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. "The ultimate tragedy for a fool like us." and how; Even if it was for a little while, "It was so so SO great to see my fount again." Shadowmilk would say not to say that, since it sounds like they were leaving, and we just smile and boop his nose again. Calling him a smart cookie and that he knows what is happening. That in a way we're happy he doesn't have the soul jam anymore, since that means he gets to live his life how he wants and not on the whims of others, that he has made friends again, and maybe even find love again too. We'd say goodbye for the last time, saying we love him, before our body goes limp.

i imagine after Shadowmilk and pure vanilla would grow closer after that, losing someone so close to you and you being unable to do anything about it.

[william-bookkeeper]

i was thinking back to that knight fic i made and the line "It was clear who the easily replaceable one was." SM's heart would DROP if he ever knew that was a reason you stayed behind. The idea you would reduce yourself to just a knight, something to be replaced if you were to fall. It would shatter him. I belive he would begin questioning if he showed you enough care, wondering if he was to distant or that he didnt make his feelings known. You were more than a mere knight to him; you could never be replaced in his eyes.

I think he would blame SS in a way. (in my headcannon SS trained the knight of knoledge) That SS is the one to make you believe that you were worthless in comparison to him. Add that on to the reveal that SS is the one to seal them away, SM's hatred would only grow.

[william-bookkeeper]

I keep seeing witch y/n X shadowmilk (and i love it) but i really think its funny that with how theatric Shadowmilk is and how sweet you are, cookies often forget you are infact a witch. Like imagine some monsters are attacking the little kingdom you often visit and with ease you pick up a jelly wrym and eat it in one bite. The red velvet dragon? you take a cake slicer, cut off its head and enjoy it like a normal cake slice. Everyone is looking on in horror meanwhile Shadowmilk is just beaming like "Yep, thats my partner, aren't they jusy grand?" like you didnt just decapitate a dragon in one motion.

[william-bookkeeper]

Imagine the Fount of Knowledge, while still in the early days of his fall from grace sees you while talking to a random cookie. "That answer is a bit tricky, first you would need to-" He spots you and his eyes light up. "Starlight! Why didn't you inform me you were here sooner? I would have had tea prepared." He starts walking over to you, but he is stopped by the cookie who was there. "Wait, what did you say i needed to do?" And then he just looks over his shoulder, his gaze holding nothing but disgust, a complete 180 from how he was smiling earlier. "You're in the spire of all knowledge, grab a book." He says coldly before ripping his sleeve from that cookie's hold, going back to all smiles as he walks next to you. "Starlight, i just received this tea from the bringer of Happiness, and i would love to try it with you." He would say.

[william-bookkeeper]

Off Balance (Prologue) Next

When Earthbread was first formed, the witches baked the emissaries. Cookies meant to bring peace and prosperity throughout the land. These emissaries were known as The Herald of Change, The Fount of Knowledge, The Bringer of Happiness, The Virtue of Volition, The Knight of Solidarity, and The Wielder of Balance.

You, as the Wielder of Balance, would often help the cookies of Earthbread by helping them find balance in their life. You could show them the path, but it was up to the cookie to walk it. You often found yourself helping the other emissaries when they felt off center as well, not as The Wielder but as (y/n) cookie. Nights spent chatting over the hardships of being a holder of a souljam, or simply being a listening ear or a shoulder to cry on. You were happy to be there for your fellow cookies, you sometimes wish you were still there for them... A calamity struck Earthbread one day, one that threatened to tear it all apart. Even with the strength of all six of you, you weren't sure if all of you were capable of defeating this monster. As the Wielder of Balance, it was up to you to keep the scales of everything in perfect harmony. Yet, to end this calamity, you had to tip those scales. You were not worried. The Witches would see what had transpired and send a new emissary. If not that, replace the energy loss. You only wished that your friends would understand your choice.

Taking a breath, you tipped the scales. A rift opened, and you gave no time for anyone to ask questions or stop you as you cast the rift before diving in after it. You could only hear their screams before closing the rift behind you, before they could follow. It was an odd feeling of weightlessness when you exited the rift, Timelines buzzing all around you. The colors and lines melding into a mosaic of possibilities and what ifs. It was beautiful, you wished the others could see it...The roars and bellows of the calamity reminded you of what you were here for. Saying a final goodbye to the emissaries, you casted another spell. One that used your own souljam as a power source. Chains and shackles formed, quickly ensnaring the monster before you. It struggled and strained against its new bindings but nothing gave. You were happy your plan worked. The sheer energy to keep the spell up began to take its toll, your dough growing weak and your eyelids getting heavy. Closing your eyes and allowing sleep to rake you, you wondered who the witches would send next in your stead or how they would bring balance back to Earthbread. They always worked in the most mysterious ways....

It was a shame that one of those mysteries would be why they never returned...

When Earthbread was first formed, the witches baked the emissaries. Cookies meant to bring peace and prosperity throughout the land. These emissaries were known as The Herald of Change, The Fount of Knowledge, The Bringer of Happiness, The Virtue of Volition, The Knight of Solidarity, and The Wielder of Balance.

There are tall tales of a sixth emissary but that is all they are, tall tales. The Fount claims there was a sixth but everyone knows of his lies. The Herald grows angry when everyone says that he is simply making up a story to cure his boredom. The virtue has long given up trying to convince the other cookies, finding a meaningless endeavor. The bringer is seen preparing her garden day in and day out for someone, often claiming, "They will be tired when they return." The Knight has gone quiet, knowing his questions will go unanswered, he sees no use in asking.

uugghhhh i've been thinking of this for a while i just hope it turns out okkaayy.. anyway thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed yourself. :D

[william-bookkeeper]

I'm just gonna say it,

THAT'S THE EYE OF FREAKING SAURON

[william-bookkeeper]

Is....is this flirting?

[william-bookkeeper]

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[william-bookkeeper]

New update

so spoilers if you havent seen the new update yet

okay so we saw what it was like for shadowmilk with the ultimate dough and now I'm just wondering.

Imagine with the whole cacophony of emotions he is having the ultimate dough starts to meld with said emotions and memories. The world is scary, but you go out there every day. Everyone betrays them in the end, but you never did. No one can understand their suffering, but you were always there to at least try. Eventually the Ultimate dough doesn't want GingerBrave's bravery, it wants you and your love. If they become one with you, then everything will be alright. They will be complete. They try and convince Shadowmilk of this but of course he denies it, if you and him are one then you won't be there for him to hold you close. to whisper how much he cares about you. That dosen't stop the ultimate dough from trying of course. nor does it stop the small, infinitesimal part of him that agrees with the dough.

[william-bookkeeper]

still slight spoilers of the beginning of the new chapter

Imagine him cupping your face in his hands, him saying that you are truly the only thing he has left of this miserable world.

his eye changes to black with a white pupil as his face changes to an unreadable expression, saying that without you everything becomes meaningless. A wide, manic grin spreads across his face as his eye shifts to a burning red, stating that if he were to lose you he'd destroy everything. Then his grin shifts to a kind and gentle smile as his eye turns a soft pink, calling you his happiness and wrapping you in a tight hug.