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Life came into existence when the first stars, bundles of condensed and reactive gas, burst forth the foundations of existence throughout the entire solar system.
When their first creation died, Death came into existence to cradle them in a gentle embrace. A kindness that Death believed was necessary, as Life itself could be cruel, and those passing deserve to feel safe in the end.
Forever intertwined, forever apart.
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or, Shadow Milk is the God of Life, and Pure Vanilla is the God of Death. They can never touch, but they make it work.
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- Part 19 of Tired Tina's PVSM Fics
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28 Oct 2025
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Shadow milk ‘needs’ new clothes, apparently.
So he gets some!
…and he also definitely doesn’t mean to make pure vanillas brain short circuit by wearing something absolutely sinful in a beautifully stunning way.
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11 Oct 2025
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Shadow Milk was a very impatient kind of guy.
The kind that, if given the chance to be annoyed first thing in the morning, will gladly take it. Because honestly, who would just up and leave as early as 6:00 in the morning? Well, he could answer that. Pure Vanilla Cookie would.
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11 Oct 2025
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Shadowmilk was currently buried in a book on cookie anatomy. You see, back before he was trapped for a few thousand years, cookies were baked and blessed by witches— not made through… intercourse. That was a concept he hadn’t quite wrapped his doughy head around.
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Orr Shadowmilk gets an anatomy lesson from Pure VanillaBookmarked by Criptic_angel
04 Sep 2025
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Shadow Milk choked on a sound— half moan, half sob. His hips lifted from the ruined sheets, arching, searching desperately for friction, for anything that might soothe the gnawing ache within him.
“I—” he stammered. “I haven’t— wanted anyone—” His breath caught, spine bowing sharply as Pure Vanilla sucked harder, tongue flicking mercilessly. “Not since— the silver tree.”
“Not in years— maybe centuries— I don’t know— I don’t care!” His head tipped back, his eyes wild, pupils blown so wide they devoured the color. “Only you. Only you. Do that again—”
Pure Vanilla let him go with a wet pop, his lips pulling back slick with saliva, a glisten coating the flushed blue bead. A thin line of wetness lingered as he licked his lips, his gaze heavy, unwavering.
“Oh, you poor thing,” he murmured, and the words rumbled from deep in his chest, heavy with something tender. They were not cruel, not mocking, but genuine. His breath was warm where it ghosted over Shadow Milk’s chest. “You’ve been taking care of yourself for so long…”
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- Part 2 of Quill's Freaky Fics
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