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Shadow Milk esta debil tras que la Soul Jam escogiera a Pure Vanilla como su nuevo portador. Y, la virtud de la verdad usa esta oportunidad a su favor para intentar redimir a la bestia del engaño, ya sea que tenga que usar metodos... extremos o cuestionables.
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Shadow Milk pierde sus poderes y la pasa mal en manos de Pure Vanilla.
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Shadowvanilla/Puremilk kinktober—me and fruit may end up switching their roles around, call it enrichment?
1# Masturbation (pvsm)
2 # Kidnapping (Appprehension) (pvsm)
3 # Sounding (pvsm)
4 # Nipple Clamps (smtr) heed warnings
5 # Dacryphilia, Finger Sucking (pvsm)
6 # Humiliation (pvsm) heed warnings
7 # Chastity (pvsm) cultish
8 # Figging (trsm)
9 # Shibari, Tentacles (smtr)
10 # Oral Sex, Punishment (trsot)
11 # Somnophilia (sagetr)
12 # Sex Work (trsm) heed warning
13 # Medical Play (pvsm)
14 # Anal Hook (sagetr)Bookmarked by Peaches_hikari
12 Oct 2025
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A booming, keening shriek pierced the air. It froze over.
Shamil’s head shot up. It wasn’t his own. It was loud and disturbed, echoing as if it shook the mountain itself. Pain became a background noise as a rare feeling of fear coiled tight in his chest. Weirdly enough, his SoulJam pulsed with fervor at the yell, as if calling back to it. It was warm, and vibrating happily, which it’s never done before.
Besides that, he didn’t know what the noise could’ve come from; can’t be a bear, they’re more deep-throated, couldn’t be a bird, their too small–
A bird. A harpy.
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Shamil is a poor con-artist who is unknowingly fated to be soulmates with Vanilla, a harpy.
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- Part 1 of SDVN works by Eirian :D
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"I won’t make a deal,” Pure Vanilla says, plain and simple. “Not unless I understand every word of it. Not unless I believe it fair. And not if the price is someone else’s pain.”
“You dare to set your terms,” The fae murmurs, his voice no longer playful. No longer velvet. It is frost now, delicate and sharp enough to flay skin. “You sit in my ring, in my garden, and you deny me?”
Pure Vanilla meets his gaze, calm and clear. “Yes.”
The fae snarls.
“I could kill you,” the fae whispers. “Slit you open like a fruit. Spill your mortal heat onto my garden and let the flowers drink your heart."
“You could,” Vanilla agrees mildly. “But I’m told human meat is stringy, and frankly, I’m not sure I’d make a good stew.” He takes another small bite of rice, chews serenely. “Besides, isn’t that just a myth? You lot eating people.”
“You’re testing me,” The fae snaps. “I should curse your tongue to rot in your mouth. I should blight your precious village until even the stones forget your names.”
“Can’t,” Vanilla says lightly, tapping the side of his riceball with one finger. “You’d need my true name. And I’m fairly certain you don’t have it.”
The fae curses.
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- Part 2 of My Cookie Works
- Part 1 of Pureshadow fae au
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02 Oct 2025
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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