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“I awoke this morning at my desk, as usual, to the most raucous banging at my door — which was, contrarily, quite unusual. I thought, at first, there might have been an emergency, and hastened to open it for the Cookies. Nearly everyone who lives under my purview was there, if you can believe it, hah!”
Solidarity and Volition exchanged an uneasy glance at Knowledge’s cheerful tone.
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- Part 2 of so darkness i became (or; The Gambit)
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Elder Faerie let out a long, slow breath, allowing himself a moment of grief. Just how could it possibly have gotten so bad, so fast? These Cookies, noble Cookies, sent down by the Witches themselves… They hadn’t deserved to fall from grace like this. Agony had made their reactions to tragedy and lethargy impulsive, but their hearts, their cores — those were still pure. Full of hope, and love for Cookiekind.
Lingering on such questions, he imagined, would avail him naught.
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- Part 1 of so darkness i became (or; The Gambit)
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Oh… This really was bad. He was dying, wasn’t he? For real this time.
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tear into my everything (or; for the first time, he was held gently) by postsecksings (postscriptings)
Fandoms: Cookie Run (Video Game)
08 Feb 2026
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“… I will not hurt you, Shadow Milk,” They settled on decisively; “It’s not in my nature. And it’s not what you deserve.”
Shadow Milk Cookie scoffed, turning his head to stare blankly at Pure Vanilla.
“… It’s not what I deserve. To be torn apart is not what I deserve? Really. After all I’ve done and everything you know? Because — just a fun little reminder, ‘Nilly, there’s a lot of crimes back there you don’t know about.”
“Even so. Whatever punishment you think you deserve will not come from me. I am not judge, jury, nor executioner.”
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Let me be your… Friend.
Friend?
… There was a world where he rejected that. He could feel it in his chest; everything he really wanted, all the little things he dared not linger on the concept of too long. A friend, yes, was on that list.
But, for a second, his worst parts had snarled; that’s not enough. That is NOT enough to concede this! And you’re not foolish enough to take the offer!
But another, softer, quieter part - that part, stronger for just a moment alone, dared to question it.
Can’t we settle?
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“My fellow Beasts,”
The simultaneous chatter of the crowd fell into silence. A cold breeze clung onto their cheeks, some of them shivered in reaction. They all gazed at the figure standing at the end of the banquet table.
“We need to talk.”
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The Beasts have quieted, and now they’ve grown fond of their Ancients. Except for Shadow Milk Cookie. Will he ever accept his other half’s offer of friendship? Or maybe something more?
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18 Apr 2026
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There’s a sound itching at the back of his mind, a soft repetition that’s forcing Pure Vanilla’s eyes back open with its unfamiliarity. He mumbles a groan, pushing himself up in bed as he brushes back the hair from his forehead and reaches for the staff beside him. As his hand finds purchase, he lifts it up high and scans the room around him.
Pure Vanilla’s vision may still be blurred from blinking back sleep, but there’s a familiar blue form seated at his dresser.
“Shadow Milk Cookie?”
The form turns; bright white hair sways from the movement, spilling over slender shoulders and adorned with a large blue bow. Sharp eyes peer at him, framed by an unkind smile curved in a smirk.
“Aw,” is all but sneered. “Miss him already?”
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- Part 5 of Jamma Jambound's SDVN works
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16 Apr 2026
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They cuddle. Oh and smilk's ticklish I guess
Baby's first fluff what
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“I want you to claim me. Really claim me.”
Pure Vanilla is happy to oblige.
(Or: Shadow Milk’s insecurities catch up with him late one night, and Pure Vanilla decides the best way to prove his devotion is to worship Shadow Milk until he believes it.)
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25 Mar 2026
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“Bluebird?” Pure Vanilla whispered softly. “Do you need me?”
Shadow Milk didn’t answer right away. He didn’t speak, didn’t move, he just stood there with his hands fisted together tightly at his sides. Then, slowly, he looked up.
Their eyes met.
Shadow Milk’s expression was carefully blank, but his eyes gave him away. Tired. Uneasy. Like he’d been awake far too long with thoughts that wouldn’t leave him alone.
That was all Pure Vanilla needed to see.
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25 Mar 2026