#IN THE SHADOWS | blood kingdom

[vanillaverses]

this is the singular time I’m drawing shadow milk he’s getting stabbed because I hate him and want to see him suffer. this is just a doodle and I kind of hate how it looks but also. I think shadow milk deserves to be drawn poorly so w for me

#cookie run #crk #cookie run kingdom #cookie run fanart #shadow milk cookie #shadow milk crk #my art! #cw cartoon blood #cw cartoon gore #cw cartoon violence

[jakescakeislateforourdate]

Kiss It Better

Dirtyhands is no stranger to brawling, he returns to the slat with his face bruised and knuckles bleeding, hoping for a little refuge from the intensity of the barrel.

No warnings just hurt and comfort as well as a briefly shirtless Kaz

Enjoy this garbage!

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Kaz Brekker sucks in a sharp breath, pain shooting up his side and across his chest as his lungs expand. He leans heavily on his cane, hand clasped so tight over the crow’s head he worried the metal would be crushed in his grasp. He smacks his lips and endures. He still has the trip up the stairs to suffer through. 

The sweet aroma of the Slat welcomes him as he stumbles inside. But it does little to sooth the ache in his ribs and calm his burning skin. Hands all over him. Water rising up over his shoulders to suck him under. They’d touched him with their disgusting bare hands. He felt sick. He clearly relives the sweaty hand squeezing his throat and closing off his windpipe. 

Warm drops of sweat bead along his forehead, some find their way down his spine. He clutches the banister and lifts one foot at a time. The climb is painfully slow and he has to stop several times to quell the epicenters of agony blooming all over his exhausted body. 

He’s about halfway up when another fair of footsteps begin to accompany his. You ascend the worn steps much faster and are by his side in seconds. You don’t touch just listen. 

Kaz refuses to look into your eyes. He knows how upset you get when he’s hurt. You may never say anything because you understand how the Barrel functions but he can see it in your eyes and if he looks now his guilt for worrying you will overwhelm him before he gets to his office. 

You tread in the silence with him, your presence helping him find some sound mindedness. The waters begin to recede finally. Breathing becomes a little easier. 

He climbs and climbs until, at last, he leans upon his office door. “May I come in?” You ask quietly. Kaz only nods. He’s grateful for your companionship and he needs it now more than anything. 

He all but falls inside, grimacing and gasping when his muscles seize up. This when you step in. You reach out, with just the tips of your fingers, and prod his waist ever so gently. The touch is meant to guide him towards his wing backed chair that he likes to lounge in after rough days. He tenses but responds. He takes the final few steps that cover the distance from the door way to the chair, and slouches into the cushy leather. 

Not being able to miss his pain, you search he medicine cabinet in his bathroom for some paint medicine and fill him a glass of water. Kaz mutters a “thanks” and swallows down two of the pills. 

Next is cleaning up the cuts and tears in his skin. There’s a small laceration beneath his left eye, the blood already coagulating. You soak a clean cloth in rubbing alcohol and wrap it around your index finger. “Is alright if I clean you up, Kaz?”

Kaz nods again and tilts his back into the leather. You press the cloth first to the cut. His lips twist and eyes scrunch closed. You rub gently, it’s small so there’s no need to dig and soak or really even bandage.

You examine the rest of him: a busted lip, bruised throat, and bloody knuckles which are now revealed from the removal of his gloves. He tosses them onto his  desk and sighs. You set to work on his lip. A flicker of motion draws your eyes away from the stained cloth and angry skin. His eyes are open, watching you. Trying to figure out why you still care so much.

Once his lip is cleaned, you crouch down and begin to scrub at his knuckles. You don’t hold his hand, simply pin it between his knee and the cloth. Blood and ripped skin come away from the peaks of his hand. Internally you cringe. You can practically hear his teeth sanding away at each other as he fights down the pain. 

You take a break from his hands, Kaz lifts the hem of his shirt so you can check his torso for cuts. There aren’t any meaning his heavy coat cushioned his ribcage enough to keep the skin from splitting. But still, the dark purple splotches stretching over the delicate skin of his ribs breaks your heart.

“No need to look so blue.” Kaz grunts. There’s a slight smirk gracing his lips, the swollen fat, busted lip twitching.

You raise a brow, “Can’t help it. You know I hate this.”

“Can’t stop it.”

“Can’t I!” Your snap makes him chuckle.

“What? You gonna strap me to this chair, shackle me to bedposts?”

“Don’t tempt me.” You grumble and this makes him smile. 

“You know how easily I can pick locks.” He straightens up a little, proud.

You toss ideas around in your head, “I could kiss you. That’d make you stay put for a while.”

This wipes the grin off his face. Now it’s your turn to laugh. Dirtyhands is practically pouting. He drops his shirt and rests his chin in his palm. “Whatever.”

Kaz’s weakness is always a tender subject. You’ve never actually used it against him and he trusts you not to. But still, it’s not fair how badly he wants to kiss you but can’t. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if your lips were a weapon that left him defenseless for a little while. 

If only to have that one kiss. 

You set in on the knuckles of his other hand. A long snake-like scar trailing across the skin. You’ve never found out where it came from but it’s always caught your attention. 

As Kaz watches you work, he recalls something. A very distant memory of his mother kissing his scraped palm. He’d tripped and scraped it on the gravel roads while out helping Jordie. His mother and dabbed at the torn up skin like you were doing now, and then when she had it all bandaged she placed a loving kiss on the meat of his palm. He remembered how comforting the gesture was.

He thinks of your lips.

He watches you wind clean white bandages over his reddened knuckles. You won’t actually be touching his skin. 

The kiss-

“Darling,” He begins. You’re certainly not his mother. But you are perhaps the only refuge he has left. “Will- willyoukissitbetter?”

The words spill out so fast you almost don’t know what he’s asking. But then you see the blush spreading on his cheeks. His gaze drops from yours. He’s bashful.

You smile and scoop his palm carefully into yours. You bring his knuckles to your lips and lay a kiss onto the bandages. Kaz blushes impossibly deeper and turns into his other palm, hiding from you. 

“Give me the other.” You demand and hold out your hand expectantly. Kaz glances sideways at you and drops his other palm into yours. You kiss the knuckles of this hand, this time laying a quick peck to each curved bone. 

The waters are at his feet but Kaz will win this time. Victory will be his and maybe, just maybe, he’ll have a kiss as his trophy. 

You kneel before him, replacing his hands over his knees, “Anything else?”

Your eyes glitter, not like the stars, but like the flickering candles in the windows of the Barrel. There’s an enveloping solace to them. He’s drawn in and fallen prey to you. 

Dirtyhands has been properly succored. 

He taps his blackened eye. Wringing his fingers nervously. What will your lips feel like on his skin? What if he can’t handle it? 

Then you are there. Your warm breath fans over his throbbing cheek. So lively. Your lips brush tentatively across his cheekbone before finally coming to rest just beneath the cut. Kaz closes his eyes and revels in the proliferating amenity in his chest like creamer in coffee. 

Then you’re pulling away and the water fills your absence.

Come back! 

He wants to call to you.

Don’t leave me!

You survey his expression, monitoring his emotions the best the you can. His walls are falling apart and he cannot scrape together fast enough to keep you out.

His hand cups your jaw, his head tilts, he pleads silently for your sympathy. Just the compassion he has never found in the Barrel. All in a kiss. 

Your beholden eyes never leave his as your chin tips forward. Your lips slot against his. Through the blood of his pulsing lip and the bile in his throat, he tastes glory.

The splendor and conquest spread from your tongue, onto your lips, and flood his insides. He melts like chocolate, heart thundering against his chest. He can’t breathe, whether it’s from the panic or the joy, he can’t decipher. 

The length could not dampen the kiss. Kaz has gained ground. His shaking hand leaves your jaw and you part. He wants to kiss you again but he knows he’ll over do it. So you thanks you. He leans back in his chair and smiles at you, finally relaxed. 

You’ve given to him freely and in time he’ll return it. But most importantly he’s found that you cannot defeat him through touch. “See.” His grin grows mischievous. “You could not keep me here if you tried.”

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Dear Reader,

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#kaz x reader #kaz brekker x reader #six of crows #shadow and bone #crooked kingdom #kaz #kaz brekker #hurt and comfort #blood #injury #touch aversion

[revisitingfandoms]

Idea prompt 12- A midsummer night's longing.

(Based kinda off the project bud by @luvielolol. Go check it out!)

(Honestly- I don't know if this more prompt or story blurb, lol.)

It was largely understood. Faerie cookies were created to be the right hands and servents of the virtues. Of course, not all Faerie cookie were this way, but that was their choice and shadow milk would be a fool to begrude them.

Afterall, a number of them when to seek themselves and that was knowledge on its own. Part of him almost wanted to join a few of them- wanting to see their growth, their change and watch them shift and change and-

Shadow Milk shook his head, "Ah- I shall have to put that off, the festivial is important." Part of him looked forward to the festivial- the other half hated having to attend.

The Joy on cookies face was a delight, but dealing with the formalities? The planning? The worshipping? Shadow Milk would rather not.

He had very little problems with planning- infact planning quite often a mental test he quite enjoyed, but the more... formal aspects he could do without.

But of those formalities, their was only one he truly enjoyed. Performed by the very faeries who served under him.

The Faerie Soiree.

A celebration in the form of dnace. A colorful, beautiful enchanting dance. A glorious movement of storytelling, of speaking in beautiful riddles and twisting truths.

Of all things; Shadow Milk loved the Soiree.

Althought he hated the aftermath.

The Soiree had been almost the same as last years which was.. dissappointing at first. But- It was different.

He couldn't stop his eyes the moment he spotted the blonde dancer with closed eyes.

The blonde hair had been what first caught his attention. Faeries didn't typically have blonde hair- in fact he has never seen a Faerie with blonde hair until now.

Yet after a moment after he had quickly noted the lack of Faerie wings. Just considering that fact the blonde Faerie was more then likely only half-Faerie. Which although uncommon, wasn't impossible. Just an oddity.

Yet he couldn't keep his eyes off that dancing Faerie.

He couldn't tell the direct gender of that Faerie- if they had one. They looked danity, each step was in tune with the rest- but yet mixed with a slow movement at the same time. Mere half seconds off, they adjusted well to the rest but they still moved slow.

A delicate step forward in line, the moving green silk ribbion ends flowing their moves as they enter a twirl and as they come back to face the audience- shadow milk can feel his breath being stolen.

Unfocused but so very gorgorous eyes. His right glittering like the sun had given part of itself to shine in eye, his blue like the soft tides of the ocean as they crashed softly against a beaches shore.

His mind as so stuck on this- Witches he doesn't have the correct word for them.

The green long loose sleeves that lose green ribbons were held onto were like dancing willow leaves. The white under shirt and dancing trousers- not even mentioning the twisting jewelry of white vines on the green robe- only made them seem to glow.

They weren't even one of the main dancers- merely a backup. Yet, he was unknowling stealing the show and planting them at shadow milk front thoughts.

"Them," He mindessly says to his nearby attendent, "I want Them."

Its after a moment before he spots the Faerie look upon blonde dancer and then bow with a tone of hestiantance speaks, "It shall be done by lord."

He silently mourned the loss of the blonde dancer upon the end, before remembering what he had mindlessly spoken and felt conflicted.

The Aftermath of the Soiree typically ended in one of two ways. Either a Faerie would be picked from the performers over the course of the festivial by himself or one of the other beasts or none would be picked.

The picked Faerie would end up on of three ways; Typically only the first two had happened, the third had yet to be used.

The first would be spending the night as a, in better words, bedpartner. The second, would be as a compainion, to simply be there for comfort or as a call upon for things of other natures.

The third was for a lifetime partnership. For the Faerie to be seen as a true partner and to be wedded to that virtue.

He understood for Faeries it meant quite a bit for their social standing yet he never quite felt comfortable with just picking a Faerie as a partner- muchless a bedpartner! In fact this was the first time he ever picked a Faerie from the festivial!

Throughout his time waiting, he was a mix of impatient, eager and apprehensive. Just what- or rather who was this blonde half-Faerie who had taken over his mind.

His mind was interuptted with a knock at the door, his festival attentent bows to him, "My lord, the... Faerie has arrived." He notes the hestiance at the word Faerie- only more evidence to his half-Faerie theory then.

Witches, Faerie cookies are so prickly at times with their own kind. Some cookie doesn't act a certain way? Outcasted. Isn't good at what are considered standard Faerie skills? Mistreated. Not completely Faerie- or not even raised in their general culture?

Well. Almost always they never go into Faerie society and if they do, they typically leave it.

His eyes linger on the blonde with closed eyes as they enter the room and bow to him, "Greetings, my lord." Gentle, yet warm. Quiet, yet can easily fill a room.

Something in his mouth is dry as he looks upon the new outfit the other was in. He wore a similar outfit to the one on stage. The same white pants and undershirt, but with a green leaf like top with wrapping vines around his wait and those leaf overtop sleeves meeting right at the edge of his long white sleeves. There seemed to be an odd live yellow flower with a- is that an eye thats blinking?

He chuckle aloud, this halfling just gets more and more interesting.

He waves his hand to his attentant, "Leave us, I call if needed."

The Faerie nods- but he notices they look they give the blonde Faerie. He can't stop the frown that forms on his face at that action. He turns back to the still bowing Blonde. He motions for them to rise- but they don't seem to immediately act. Shadow milk is a bit confused before he speaks, "Rise please, and take a seat on the chair to the next of me."

The other raises without question and slowly making their way to the chair- he notes closed eyes and the blinking flower, but also the way the other feels the room as they walk to the seat. As they take their seat, they sit, hands in their lap, looking the picture of manners.

He offers a tea cup to them, "I am quite curious about you, would you answer my questions, perhaps?" After a good moment the other takes the tea cup and takes a small hestiant sip- no, not quite hestiant. Cautious.

The other speaks in that soft, yet ringing tone, "I am Pure Vanilla Cookie, My lord. It would be an honor to answer your questions."

Pure Vanilla Cookie, he thinks with a smile, what a lovely name. Flows right off the tounge. He hums, "Well then, my dear, I hope you are perpared, I am quite the curious one."

Pure Vanilla, he thinks in the aftermath of the festivial, is a spirited, knowledgable, kind and lovely cookie.

He comes from a small farming village as a sherpard. He was taken in a baby by a sherpard named Brown sugar cookie. He learned he was good with healing magic at an early age when he healed one of the herd. He loved reading, although he struggles to read most things with his poor eyesight. His blinking flower was something he funneled magic into to be able to see temporarily. When one of the younger cookies of the festivial bumped into him, he immeditaly made sure they were okay- healing their scraps as he did.

Yet, he was distant, he was hestiant and he was careful. Perhaps he held an ex-lover? Or even with an even higher likelihood the other Faeries were giving him problems. He even confirmed the pure vanilla was half Faerie as he thought.

Yet as twirls the green flower in his hand that pure vanilla had caught during the festivals flower throwing. He can't help his mind.

Pure vanilla, he thinks.

I want him to be mine.

#pure vanilla cookie #shadow milk cookie #cookie run au #cookie run kingdom #idea prompt #PV isn't half Faerie- although he does have some Faerie blood in him #Time traveling Pure vanilla #pure vanilla x shadow milk #pureshadow #shadowvanilla #vanilla milkshake #pre-beasting #If you must know #Brown sugar knows pure vanillas from the future #and is supporting him in the past

[yourdarlingness]

Shadow Milk Cookie (CRK)　✦　layouts

『 F2U 』　;　rb, like, and credit if using

requested by @helioby　·　gif header (link)

#✦ —— @yourdarlingness . #『 🍷 』 ◞◟ with blood & tears #shadow milk cookie #shadow milk crk #cookie run #cookie run kingdom layouts #cookie run kingdom #crk edits #crk layouts #cookie run edits #layouts #tumblr layouts #f2u #f2u with credit

[knightofthenewrepublic]

#A Song of Ice and Fire #a song of ice and fire memes #ASoIaF #asoiaf meme #My memes #westeros #fire and blood #a knight of the seven kingdoms #sandoq the shadow #ser duncan the tall #aegon v targaryen #dunk and egg #sandor clegane #the hound #brienne of tarth

[ask-churro-cookie]

"HEHEHAHAHAAA!!

please stop!-

I'M SORRY, YOUR FRIEND ISN'T HERE RIGHT NOW!!

Please...."

"LET ME GO!!-

L E T T H E S H O W

B E G I N."

Soo yeah, In the Dark descendants au, Shadow milk doesn't possess Wizard DIRECTLY- more of- trying to break his morals, at the least. He basically wants his descendant to cause chaos and mass destruction- meanwhile, Wizard DOESN'T want to do such things. He constantly resists and tries to fight against the beast of deceit, especially his false promises and fake assurances that "everything will be fine"- the image above happens much later in the story, but as of now? He's not the only puppet Shadow milk has control over. In fact, Wizard and some others go "missing" just days after Shadow milk and the rest of the beasts are freed! Other cookies, such as Whipped cream and Capsaicin are confused about the disappearances, but only Capsaicin seems much more stressed by the situation.

@tea-the-not-understanding @the-tricksters-domain @the-buttery-baker @enter-the-hellfire @ohabeeeeeee

#cookie run #cr #cookie run ovenbreak #crob #wizard cookie #Dark descendants au #shadow milk cookie #crk #cookie run kingdom #blood warning #tw blood

[scarapanna]

[ ⚠️HUGE TW OVER HERE FOR THESE⚠️ ]

•Gore and blood

•Death

•Cannibalism

Artwork is undercut

Fanart blast go!!

I really got a huge burst of creativity after reading @vibke 's AU post, and decided to illustrate one of the scenes they wrote with my personal interpretation (The PV design is based on some of their doodles of him for this one).

I barely draw blood or gore but sometimes it's fun to shift vibes a bit, plus this has got to be one of my most violent and darkest artworks, really wanted to capture the eerie feel of the scene.

With all that in mind, I hope I did it justice, and definetly go give some love to the AU's owner too!!! They're super sweet and their content is really interesting and promising!

#I unironically had so much fun rendering this hscjshcb #Kinda missed going a bit outside of my usual stuff sometimes #beetle's art #crk au #cookie run kingdom #pure vanilla cookie #white lily cookie #she's kind of a shadow but still tecnically present so she gets tagged hsfjsn #tw blood #tw gore #tw cannibalism #I dunno if it really counts as gore but just in case I'll tag it

[hawkefaery]

Poppycas, Sera and Nyktos, Poppycaskieran, Cas and Malik and MillieMalik dynamics (Pt 3)

current situation:

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current situation:

Casteel in A kingdom of flesh and fire

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gays as umbrella term ofc but cas and kieran are in fact queer so live with it

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#ship dynamics #characters dynamics #dynamics #fbaa #tcogb #akofaf #twotq #asoaab #from blood and ash #the crown of gilded bones #a kingdom of flesh and fire #the war of two queens #fbaa meme #asite #a shadow in the ember #a soul of ash and blood #a light in the flame #jennifer l armentrout #casteel da'neer #poppy balfour #malik da'neer #millicent #seraphena mierel #sera mierel #nyk

[lilacthebooklover]

here's hoping canon doesn't end up shipping any of the fallen heroes with each other because i've already built up an entire found family sibling dynamic for their past selves inside of my head. eternal sugar's the youngest, mystic flour the oldest (shadow milk may seem like the leader atm but his middle child energy is THERE). silent salt takes on the responsibility of keeping the group out of trouble (it's tricky, but they've grown accustomed to their friends' antics). burning spice declares themselves the others' biggest protector (they will throw hands with anyone who so much as glances at their siblings friends the wrong way). eternal sugar & shadow milk are so good at making everyone smile and laugh but also they're absolute gremlins who can and will start a ridiculously extreme prank war on a whim (shadow is not subtle in the slightest and cackles at the top of his lungs, sugar plays innocent while sporting the most devious smirks known to cookiekind). mystic flour is like a mentor to the younger four, the glue that holds them together and the light that guides them towards staying on the right track. spice & shadow regularly fight each other on and off their training grounds as a weird way to show affection, flour & salt pretend to be exasperated but find it endearing, they all value each other so much and share a house together while still protecting earthbread. they're entirely platonic and entirely family and until their soul jam corrupts, they care about each other more than anything <33

#fallen heroes #my beloved #five beasts #pure vanilla crk #beast yeast #they're just some silly little guys #with insurmountable power #and a thirst for blood #for jam?? #but that sounds weird with jellyberries existing #oh nvm #either way i adore them #i need to see their full releasesss #then the shenanigans can truly begin #>:)) #shadow milk cookie #eternal sugar cookie #silent salt cookie #mystic flour cookie #burning spice cookie #found family #platonic relationships #PLEASE #I NEED MORE IMPORTANT FAMILIAL BONDS #AND LOVE THAT ISN'T BASED ON ROMANCE #LET THEM BE A SCREWED UP DYSFUNCTIONAL FAMILY PLEASEE #cookie run kingdom #cr kingdom #cookie run headcanons

[feyreandhercourt]

Begging someone to make a meme of Aelin telling Bryce "You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum that raised me."

#ttpd #the tortured poets department #WAOLOM #aelin #aelin galathynius #aelin ashryver galathynius #bryce quinlan #hofas #hoeab #hosab #house of flame and shadow #kingdom of ash #tog #throne of glass #house of sky and breath #house of earth and blood

[shaadowmilkcookie]

yummy yummy 😋 hullo chat

#shadow milk cookie #mystuff #cookie run kingdom #cookie run #blood #cw blood

[ssszlami]

i love the crows plan in CK where wylan would get purposefully kidnapped and give van eck a false plan because the whole point was that wylan was seen as weak so if he spilled immediately it wouldnt be suspicious but wylan was like no. i am going to get beat up. for the drama.

#and also he knew him showing up to the auction would be 10x more iconic if he was covered in blood #so he just. did that #six of crows #crooked kingdom #grishaverse #soc #ck #wylan hendriks #wylan van eck #wylan van sunshine #i love him so much #jack wolfe #leigh bardugo #shadow and bone #books

[scarlet742]

I genuinely think that I would’ve never been able to complete acotar at all if I might have read tog first- the whole level of her writing, the freshness, the plots and every other element of her book is so enhanced in tog- WOW !

I am unsure of cc as I have not read it yet but what I know is I am about to welcome the biggest of the book slumps I might have ever experienced ever after I complete tog-

#throne of glass #the assassin's blade #heir of fire #crown of midnight #empire of storms #kingdom of ash #queen of shadows #a court of thorns and roses #a court of mist and fury #a court of wings and ruin #a court of frost and starlight #a court of silver flames #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #sarah j maas #cresent city #house of earth and blood #house of sky and breath #house of flame and shadow #maasverse

[luardraws]

“I wasn’t the Maiden. I wasn’t a Princess or even a Queen. I was a god. And I was so over this”

Poppy Balfour ❤️⚔️

#frombloodandash #poppy balfour #from blood and ash fanart #fbaa #fbaa fanart #jennifer l armentrout #casteel da'neer #poppy x casteel #a kingdom of flesh and fire #the war of two queens #kieran contou #a shadow in the ember

[moonys-library]

Behind every hot girl is a fucking simp for tall, wide, dark haired book boyfriends

#bookish #bookworm #books #acotar #caraval #crescent city #shatter me #the american roommate experiment #aaron warner #aaron blackford #throne of glass #the cruel prince #from blood and ash #kingdom of the wicked #gild #twisted love #white hot kiss #shadow and bone #fable #belladona #dance of thieves #the ninth house #the spanish love deception #the love hypothesis #love on the brain #from lukov with love #serpent and dove #once upon a broken heart #the inheritance games #a touch of darkness

[jakeflavin]

Me after re-reading the SJM universe in preparation of CC3

#bookblr #booktok #bookish #acotar #sara j maas #sarah j mass #acosf #a court of silver flames #cc3 #crescent city #house of earth and blood #house of sky and breath #house of flame and shadow #cc2 #a court of thorns and roses #throne of glass #kingdom of ash #bookworm #bryce x hunt