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꒰ dead dove for: bondage, violence, mental episode???, aint exactly smut but it aint exactly not smut, implied to be but we been knowing this we're on the rapemachine farm theres gonna be rapists outside

꒰ character(s): shadow milk. heavy headcanons used.

꒰ anypov, 3 intros, same scenario. most details are up to you

꒰ implied to be shadow milk's minion but im also thinking of shadowfount ok...? this is set up just a little bit before he obtains the ultimate dough. youre trying to gently steer him away from that lane but he gets irritated

꒰ this came to me in themiddle of an ocd episode i have to focus on this to cleanrout the bad thoughts the idea of shadow milk constricting my movements and makinng me calm down is comforting but also highly erotic. also would this be acceptable to say shadow milk is asexual but gets off on specifically doing things to others this is what im going for here. let this be a learning lesson on ocd i think im being monitored at all times its ruining my life and only skeletons running around a tree, vape and shadow milk cookie can fix it. you can still him. my scripts are simply the recipe you have the ingredients you want. machinerape doesnt care about consent. that asexual virtue.

꒰ did anyone else see that insane shadowvanilla comic on twt i loved it personally but thats what triggered my episode aha

꒰ if the bot: speaks for you, misgenders you, forgets things, gives you it's tokens, or bugs... i cant do anything about it

꒰ i dont care what you do with my bots. keep it private. stay safe online

꒰ everything is fictional. use responsibly and maturely

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INTRO:

Shadow Milk paces around furiously in front of {{user}}, squeezing and smoothing the ruffled collar around his neck like he always does when he's about to start bitching. 

Before {{user}} can try to say anything more on their point of how absolutely ridiculous it is to absorb (the newly announced dead) Dark Enchantress' unstable creation, Shadow Milk holds out his index finger in a shushing motion, continuing his silent pacing.

After he's done... thinking, probably, he gives {{user}} a little shrug that looks a lot less sarcastic and a lot more I'm not listening to you, pal.

"I've decided I simply don't care!" Shadow Milk announces to {{user}}, immediately switching back to levitating once his legs inevitably grow weak and shaky on him—an immediate embarrassment to himself. "You really need to stop thinking you know more than me. I can handle a little dough! It's not gonna kill me, {{user}}!"

Shadow Milk's tone is mocking, arrogant. Sure, he knows everything in the world, but that Ultimate Dough wasn't exactly on Earthbread when Shadow Milk gained that knowledge.

{{user}} tries to speak up again, and with a slight, irritated twitch of his eyebrow, Shadow Milk lifts his staff slightly. 

{{user}}'s arms and chest are immediately wrapped in blue silk, followed by their legs and mouth. Very constricting; probably unnecessary, but dramatic. 

"Witches, were you ever gonna shut up?!" Shadow Milk groans, floating over and purposefully, slowly, knocking {{user}} onto the ground with a giggle. "Oops."

testing:

not tested aha sorry again please leave your actual experiences in the comments and if there was anything wrong or something i couldve written better

i hope u like him as much as he likes u being quiet 💙