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“You dressed up for me, didn’t you?”
The prince flushed instantly—cheeks warm, ears turning red beneath the fall of gold in his hair.
“I—I did not,” he managed, far too quickly.
The stranger froze.
Only for a blink. A breath.
And then—He howled. A laugh tore from his chest—loud and wild. Not the sly little chuckle he usually exhaled, but something full-bodied and absolutely delighted.
“You—you actually did!” he gasped, clutching his stomach as if the absurdity physically hurt him. “Oh, witches, I was only teasing! I didn’t think—oh, you dumb, dumb prince!”
Pure Vanilla, still very much crimson-faced, crossed his arms lightly, trying—and failing—not to let the corner of his mouth twitch.
“I did not dress up for you,” he repeated, softer this time.
The thief wiped the corner of his eye, breath hitching between the remains of his laughter. “Oh, please, don’t lie to me now, little prince. I’m already touched.” He sat up straighter, juggling his half-eaten apple as if he was a jester in mid act. “You waltzed into the woods looking almost like a bride, I mean! Witches! You’ve got enough metal on you to ransom a kingdom!"
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- Part 6 of My Cookie Works
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03 Feb 2026
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What lingers first in Pure Vanilla’s memory are two eyes— cyan and blue.
They were not simply colors, not merely shades to be catalogued among the blossoms that lined the Vanilla hills. They were shadows caught in ice, stars buried in snow. And in the middle of all that frost, a boy who looked too small for the crown that would one day press against his brow, eyes too large for the timid boy who held them.
Pure Vanilla had not known then that love could strike so young.
He had thought it the sort of thing that bloomed late, like the orchids that only flowered when the sun coaxed them after patient months of waiting.
But with Shadow Milk, it was not coaxed— it was immediate.
Pure Vanilla is six, and he knows he's in love.
(It never changes)
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- Part 7 of My Cookie Works
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At the cusp of defeat, Shadow Milk gets transported to a backwards world: Dark Enchantress was sealed away before she could do any lasting damage, the Beasts never came to be, and the Ancients rule over an otherwise peaceful world.
Oh, and apparently his counterpart is dead and hailed as a hero. Because his life wasn’t already complicated enough.
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What happens when the guy who basically saved all of cookiekind comes back as an evil, corrupted version of himself?
Healing. Healing is what happens…hopefully.
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“How wonderful!! Afterwards you can help me with errands too! I need to get some groceries, visit the flower shop…” Pure Vanilla chirped as he continued to list chores one after another making the beast go from flushed to deathly pale.
What had his jealousy signed him up to?!
He just wanted a lazy day in bed!!
“—and then we will come back home just in time for dinner!”
Dinner?!
Shadow Milk really didn't want to go through all that trouble today… but how could he possibly say no when Pure Vanilla looked so happy just to spend time with him?
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OR: join Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk as they spend a regular day together from waking up to falling back asleep.
Bookmarked by GulStuhl
03 Feb 2026
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Mystery Work
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Summary
This is part of an ongoing challenge and will be revealed soon!
Bookmarked by GulStuhl
03 Feb 2026