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

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?

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)

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.

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...!

so spoilers if you havent seen the new update yet

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