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Pure Vanilla Cookies stands at the apex of The Dark Flour War, with little time and even smaller options.
His choice was the wrong one, so it seems.
Taken away, like a blazing star, he awakens from the End of the World, at the very Start.
This was never part of the script.Series
- Part 1 of Lachrymose Scripts' Avatars
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Shadow Milk was a ‘normal cookie’; he often found it funny that he shared the same name as a character from a novel he read. Friends and students alike frequently teased him for it. But alas, he was a teacher at heart, and there was no way in his mind that he would torment someone so kind-hearted who believed in the truth.
After all, Pure Vanilla was such a charming character that he was swayed by his lowest and cried at his peaks when he overcame his suffering.
This is why it was distressing to find himself as an astral projection watching over Pure Vanilla in a world where he was still known as “Healer Cookie.”
With a book in his hands, he was given a checklist of requirements. Oh- He was Shadow Milk Cookie, from the novel. Shouldn’t he be given a script? Witches, where would he even begin? He was a performer at heart, but in something so life-like, he might have been given an impossible task.
Please let this be a lie, or a dream. Yes, a dream was better.
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11 Apr 2026
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ch.38 the poison in my mind is hope
author i love this book sm i reread it like once a week 🙏💕 pure vanilla help your bf hes so mentally ill and abused 😭
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There was no gnashing of teeth, no struggle as he tore their world down along with himself into chaos and despair.
Instead, it was simple, shockingly so, like the rushing water of a trickling stream. Water that caught the light of a sun deciding whether it’d shine bright enough to be considered summer, or hide behind the clouds of a rainy day. It smelt of thriving foliage and vanilla, it was bright, blinding. He did not know comfort, he did not understand it. But he knew…
It was the most beautiful thing he had ever felt.
the promise of despair was his last act of deceit. the only thing he knew in this world was his utter exhaustion. and so, he left it all behind, back to the most ignorant, innocent thing of all.. childhood. something he never had.
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26 Mar 2026
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Immortality had long been a curse to the Truthless Recluse, bonds broken by ages alone; he could no longer bring himself to care as deeply for others as another fool might do. Alas, he may care more deeply than he might think, for the agony of grief cuts deep, and its cure alone is a slumber most deep.
(Quick one-shot made in a day, inspired by art of Recluse with long hair)
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18 Mar 2026
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Truthless Recluse knew he was dead the moment he opened his eyes to a blank, all encompassing nothingness. Just moments before he recalls going to bed in his empty manor, his heart heavy in his throat as he struggled to remain conscious. Winter had just set in with snow blanketing the land outside with frost creeping up his windows. In his final moments, he mourned the warmth that once existed by his side, and then woke up in a coffin.
The first thing he realized upon his awakening was that he wasn't breathing. His limbs were locked in place, and a wire kept his mouth shut. The cloth against his skin was delicate and thin, and he realized with startling clarity that he was dead.
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or, upon waking up and freeing himself from his coffin, Truthless Recluse goes to find his former lover's body.
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- Part 25 of Tired Tina's PVSM/SDVN Fics
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08 Mar 2026