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* liar, liar.
you need someone to see your grief, to acknowledge it. you need someone to hold your hands while you stand there in blinking horror, staring at the hole that was your life. some things cannot be fixed. they can only be carried.
# a semi-selective, headcanon based roleplay blog for shadow milk cookie, of cookie run: kingdom. established december. 2025. adored by avalon. please read rules carefully. mutuals only. minors do NOT interact.
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there is a kind of sadness that comes from knowing too much. and in that understanding, there is a profound loneliness. a sense of being cut off from the world, from other people, from oneself.
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welcome.
#guidebook.
avalon | 31 | est | they / them
first.
i make it a point to tag all potentially triggering content "( trigger ) tw." if i miss something, please don't hesitate to tell me. on my end, i would appreciate it if you tagged animal abuse, animal death and mentions of dementia. i'm not squeamish about anything else otherwise.i do like to format my posts a bit for fun, however i would never prioritize aesthetic over my partner's comfort. if you would like me to tone it down or drop the formatting entirely, i have absolutely no problem doing so! i also don't mind whether or not you choose to use icons! please feel free to format your own posts however you wish.
second.
i'm not especially selective about who i choose to follow. original characters, duplicates, multimuse blogs and crossovers are all warmly welcomed here. if i follow you, i will usually wait a week, then unfollow if you are active on the dash and have not followed back. no pressure; i'd just prefer to be mutuals only. i return follows quickly, as soon as i've had a chance to read your rules. i am generally fairly high activity, though i have a very mentally and emotionally draining job and there may be days wherein i tend to lurk.knowledge of my muse / his source material is NOT required to interact with me! i love crossovers.
third.
i do not get duplicate anxiety in any capacity whatsoever; i think it's so much fun to meet people haunted by the same brand of brainrot, and there is a one hundred percent chance i want to be your friend and chat your ear off about this creature. if you're interested, definitely come plot with me; the interactions could be really fascinating!that being said, i know not everyone is comfortable with duplicates; i make it a point to check before following. you're welcome to follow first, and i'll assume that means you're fine with it. otherwise, i'll give you your space!
fourth.
please do NOT interact if: you are a minor. you write or ship incest / bestiality / rape. you sexualize underage characters. you are homophobic / aphobic / transphobic / zionist / racist / proshipper etc. anything that falls under standard dni criteria. ( ← please click! )i don't block without a clear reason; if softblocked, you're welcome to ask me if you think tumblr has made a mistake. i don't softblock over a lack of interactions; if i'm following you, i would like to write with you. however, there's no time limit on when that needs to happen.
fifth.
shadow milk is a very tricky character to ship with and generally requires a lot of plotting to make it work. i'm not opposed to shipping in the slightest, however i would be much more comfortable shipping only with muns i communicate regularly with ooc. i strongly prefer writing slow burn and building up a dynamic as opposed to jumping directly into a ship. i am more than willing to be ship exclusive if asked!please note i am not comfortable writing smut on this blog or engaging in any heavily sexual nsfw.i am ship exclusive with:
@boundforgreatness' pure vanilla cookie.
sixth.
i would appreciate it if you did not start interactions by having your muse threaten to eat shadow milk.occasionally joking about it is fine!
credit.
carrd icon. DanggeunOi.
dash icon. reidiantdawn.unless stated otherwise, everything else on my blog is either official material or made by me.
#character study.
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if there is a light, i am going to swallow it. if there is a god, i am going to make her cry. you will survive, but you will become someone else.
name shadow milk cookie
also known as maestro. ( duplicate interactions. ) the fount of knowledge smilk? shami? whatever floats your boat, pal.
age old.
gender agender.
pronouns any; varies by form.
orientation romantically attracted to men / masc presenting individuals. asexual.
species homunculus demigod. knowledge incarnate. divine emmisary. virtue? beast? jester? cookie. cookie?
affiliation himself, first and foremost. the beasts second and secondmost, though his affections hinge on to what degree his fellow actors follow his carefully curated script.
i've gotten good at making up metaphors. i've gotten good at stretching the truth out of shape.
#* *personality.
bombastic, theatrical and dangerously perceptive. all the world is a stage and shadow milk cookie is the main character — a belief that he is appropriately humble about. (which is to say, not in the slightest.) one might assume to be a clown is to fashion oneself the punchline of a joke — but a true maestro of the craft is able to make fools out of his audience, a feat the beast of deceit pulls off with expertise. and he is ever so HUMBLE about it, too! shadow milk isn't only the star of this play, he's also the one writing its script. he is a master at picking out insecurities and twisting them into ugly fabrications that contain just enough truth they're impossible to deny. other cookies are reduced to mere puppets dancing at the behest of his strings — not by force, but simply because shadow milk is such an expert manipulator that he can warp others around him with only a silver tongue and just a pinch of smoke and mirrors. (for presentation!) of course, he can just as easily enact acts of horrific violence without losing a wink of sleep — but as long as everyone follows the script, there's no need to make things too unpleasant, is there? unless it amuses him. or he's dealing with someone he dislikes. or whatever other petty reason pops into his head. you might be so bold as to call him a terrible influence — but doesn't everyone take comfort in little white lies?Now, now, everyone take your seats! Next act is about to start!
and all these words are sweet and meaningless. you can't trust a single thing i say.
height one apple tall. cookie size — though by their standards, his height is quite average.
build very spindly with long, slender limbs. the ruffles and flowing fabric of his bombastic attire partially obscures just how wiry he really is.
hair white. blue. black. dotted with eyes. (he can see out of them if he so desires.) the white fringe is the only part that actually feels like hair; the back behaves more like fluid or tentacles.
eyes heterochromia; one blue eye, one cyan eye. long eyelashes. the lashes of his left eye are noticeably white.
scent blueberry cobbler.
#* *summary.
he was once baked to serve as an emissary of cookiekind's divine creators. a virtue. a demigod. a luminary. the fount of knowledge, a guiding light who worked tirelessly to nurture an age of enlightenment and prosperity — for such was his purpose. his reason for being. did anyone ever think to ask him what he wanted? yet knowledge is a tricky thing, equal parts blessing and curse. it isn't obligated to be palatable; it just is. the cookies who looked to the fount for answers failed to understand this. how could an illuminated being made by their gods speak such ugly truths? as if he was obligated to bend fact to create a more comforting reality.if that was what they truly wanted, so be it. the fount would oblige them.it started with little white lies. a spoonful of honey to make the dose of cruel reality go down easier. in time, it began to spiral further and further out of his control. lies upon lies, falsehood upon falsehood — and yet, the cookies beneath his care hung off his every word. an enthusiastic audience for his performance. they preferred deceit, and surely craved a world where the stories he spun were indistinguishable from the truth. for once in his long, weary life the fount of knowledge found himself imbued with a purpose he chose. an actor on stage. the star of the show. a jester, enthralling the crowd with sweet deception — all the while his audience danced along at the behest of his puppeteer strings.in time, his lies grew cruel. then, self-indulgent — chaos born from a playwright's urge to inject drama into his script. and as the falsehoods he wove became corrupted, so too did the fount. no longer a virtue, but a beast: shadow milk cookie.the story told in the aftermath ends on a cliffhanger. they say the emissaries were struck down by their creators. sealed away in a silver tree for countless years — their powers halved. divinity caged for the crime of pursuing their own desires. is that really the truth? is that really what happened? who can say!the beasts are free now. the stage awaits the appearance of its star actor. the show must go on.
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the seats are empty. the theatre is dark. why do you keep acting?
#verses.
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my god, my god. whose performance am i watching? how many people am i? what is this space between myself and myself?
default.
you are fooled by the way that this act behaves and your beating heart has gone insane. untagged.
the default verse for all interactions; follows shadow milk's canon storyline, with minor (headcanon based) divergences based on personal taste. the self-proclaimed main character is here and free from his tree-based imprisonment and he's about to make it everyone's problem.AS OF BEAST-YEAST CHAPTER 15 the default verse on the blog is now canon divergent. shadow milk and ultimate shadow milk are treated as separate characters. blue shadow milk ( "maestro" ) is the primary muse. however, ultimate shadow milk ( "khaos" ) is available for interactions upon request.see the post here for more details.
is it okay if i betray you? it's in my own best interest.