Accurate SMC Portrayals
T'is just as the title suggests! Works I find to have wonderfully accurate characterizations— regardless of it's pairing and/or the universe it takes place in :o}
[This is an Entirely self indulgent collection, don't mind me!~]
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When Pure Vanilla comes back after the Dark Flour War, he doesn’t wind up on the outskirts of the Vanilla Kingdom with friends to help him as he regains his memories. Instead, he winds up in Beast Yeast, spending his days reading travelers’ fortunes and healing those who overestimated themselves.
Alone in a foreign continent, he winds up in the clutches of Shadow Milk, who has much more sinister plans for an amnesiac Ancient.
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Or, Pure Vanilla comes back as Fortune Teller rather than Healer, and Shadow Milk is all too eager to twist this opportunity and Pure Vanilla for his own gain. -
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While residing in the Spire, Pure Vanilla is subject to Shadow Milk's whimsies. And those called for a dance tonight.
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The God of Deceit was once a god who danced through truth like a flame through old parchment—destructive, beautiful, inevitable. But that was before the fae turned their backs. Before they bound him in this tree, with chains etched in runes that gnawed through flesh and soul alike.
Now he is stillness. Now he is silence. Now he is Shadow Milk—the god no one remembers, watching the world like a man at the bottom of a well watches the light too far above to reach.
And so he waits.
Through the thin membrane of reality, where the veil is weakest, he sees the world. He sees the golden fields stretching in humble simplicity, dotted with the flicker of sheep. He sees the hill, where wildflowers bloom with such audacity they seem to challenge the sky.
And there, in the middle of it all—white as a breath, still as a prayer—is the shepherd. Pure Vanilla.
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Pure Vanilla thinks of his flock as he dies. He thinks of Dandelion. He thinks of warm bread and honey. Of sun on his face. Of the feeling of grass beneath his feet.
Death is not merciful, it is not quick.
The shepherd bleeds, and The God of Deceit does not intervene.
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- Part 4 of My Cookie Works
- Part 1 of Deceit's Sacrificial Lamb Works
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Shadow Milk groans, dragging a hand down its face. Why does this guy want him to talk all the time? Not the good kind of talking that fills space and meanders and distracts, but the blech kind, the touchy-feely, honest heart-to-hearts.
…So to speak.
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When Pure Vanilla throws open the balcony doors and holds his staff aloft, the first thing he sees are the tree’s branches devoid of his feathered friends. It’s an unwelcome sight, a clear departure from their usual routine. Had something happened? Has someone drawn them away?
A flutter of movement draws his eyes upwards towards the roof; instantly, relief floods through Pure Vanilla’s jam. The flock is mercifully still here, perched above his head on a nearby rooftop. They are, however, strangely silent and still, huddled closely together while glancing between Pure Vanilla and the tree. Pure Vanilla follows their nervous gaze, peering into the branches as he holds his staff high –
Only to spy a long, lithe form curled in the shadows.
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- Part 3 of Jamma Jambound's SDVN works