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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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20 Jul 2026
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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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20 Jul 2026
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The God of Deceit was once a god who danced through truth like a flame through old parchment— destructive, beautiful, inevitable. But that was before the fae turned their backs. Before they bound him in this tree, with chains etched in runes that gnawed through flesh and soul alike.
Now he is stillness. Now he is silence. Now he is Shadow Milk— the god no one remembers, watching the world like a man at the bottom of a well watches the light too far above to reach.
And so he waits.
Through the thin membrane of reality, where the veil is weakest, he sees the world. He sees the golden fields stretching in humble simplicity, dotted with the flicker of sheep. He sees the hill, where wildflowers bloom with such audacity they seem to challenge the sky.
And there, in the middle of it all— white as a breath, still as a prayer —is the shepherd. Pure Vanilla.
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Pure Vanilla thinks of his flock as he dies. He thinks of Dandelion. He thinks of warm bread and honey. Of sun on his face. Of the feeling of grass beneath his feet.
Death is not merciful, it is not quick.
The shepherd bleeds, and The God of Deceit does not intervene.
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- Part 4 of My Cookie Works
- Part 1 of Deceit's Sacrificial Lamb Works
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19 Jul 2026
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That is where the disappointment kicks in, and his voice grows higher as his groan transitions into a whine while he pulls out from his lover’s dripping cunt to see how the condom is—bloated, heavy, its weight opting to pull itself down from his throbbing cock.
“Lohen,” he calls out to the smaller, younger man laid down beneath his figure, covering his eyes with his arms as he is panting, letting drool fall from the corner of his lips in sheer satisfaction and amusement.
“Lohen, please,” Varka could not help himself; his whines persist, leaning forward to take a closer look at his partner, showing his eyes gleaming with tears even with the dim lights emitted by only a candle or two. “Haven’t I done enough? Am I still not allowed to…? To… well…”
“Hmm?” Feigning ignorance, Lohen removes the covering on his devoid eyes, a faint light indicating a confident, delighted look, only further accentuated by the slight crescent adorning his lips. “What are you talking about, puppy?”
alternatively: That One Time the Grandmaster Became So Desperate to Cum Inside Me but I Made Him Wear Condoms Because He’s Cute When He’s Whining: Another Memoir by Lohen
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Shadow Milk is a cold, cruel serial killer who goes out late at night- unleashing his stress and anger on his victims and leaving a trail of corpses in his wake; Keeping his nightly escapades a secret from his lover.
Pure Vanilla thinks that his fiancé is cheating on him- and he will get to the bottom of this.
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- Part 3 of Carra_mele's ShadowVanilla fics
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16 Jul 2026