Cookie Run Kingdom shenanigans
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Undiagnosed autistic Dark Cacao cookie gets comforted and loved by Body dysmorphic and anxiety riddled Pure Vanilla cookie
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Shadow Milk awakens to the feeling of heat next to him, much more heat than usual. He turns his head when he hears a whimper, watching Pure Vanilla writhe and whine. He gently rests a hand on his forehead, warmth radiating into his hand.
“Oh my…” he mumbles to himself, carefully shaking him awake. “‘Nilla… wake up baby.” He murmurs, kissing his cheek. “W-wha…?” He blinks around, looking dazed and disoriented. “I think you’re sick.” He comments, looking into his bloodshot, glazed eyes.
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- Part 14 of My Shadow Milk/Pure vanilla madness
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Shadow Milk has never really felt worthy of praise. He knows he's not ugly, obviously, in fact he's quite attractive, but praising someone's body is one of those things a beast like him doesn't deserve.
Pure Vanilla, however, doesn't agree. He wants him to know what it's like to be praised and loved. Thus, chaos occurs, and let's just say he's loved.
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- Part 15 of My Shadow Milk/Pure vanilla madness
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The room is too bright.
It’s quaint, in a nauseating sort of way. Polished floors glint from the gleaming honeycomb chandeliers overhead, make him squint. A few vases sprinkled here and there, filling the room with a sickeningly sweet scent – even a waffle-cone headrest framing the silken sheets of a neatly-tucked bed. Outside, the golden sun gleams, the gentle rays of light spilling past curtains that waver in the afternoon breeze.
It's meant to be beautiful. Luxurious. Welcoming.
With one sweep of his cane, Shadow Milk tears it apart.
[[ Completed ]]
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- Part 1 of Jamma Jambound's SDVN works
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Shadow Milk picked up a long robe from one of the dirty clothing piles, his grasp tentatively weakening when he realized what exactly it was- that’s Pure Vanilla’s robes. Like, his robes. What was he supposed to do with these? Did they require any special washing parameters??
The robes looked near spotless, really. Shadow Milk squinted his eyes, wondering if it truly was dirty, and decided to give it a quick sniff to be sure.
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Hm. Smells like vanilla. A warm, pleasant vanilla, even. Must be perfumed, he thought. How fancy. He never noticed just how intricately designed the robes were, with golden stitches and filigree highlighting every inch of the fabric. He brought it to his face, smelling it again...
It smelled... nice. Really nice, even. This can’t be dirty, he thought, starting to fold up the robes. Yes, surely it was just added in by mistake.
But then... he stopped. Witches, it just smelled so... good. Was that weird?
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smilk gets distracted while doing laundry and jerks off to the smell of pure vanilla's robes, completely unknowing that the healer was secretly watching thru his staff the whole time. what happens next will shock you