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Shadow Milk fucks himself with tentacles that's it.
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The night of their anniversary, Shadow Milk prepared a little surprise for his other half
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Truthless Recluse spent decades, maybe even centuries, haunting the Peak of Truth, awaiting the arrivals of fools looking to add cards to their hand. During those years, he forcibly buried any and all memories of his past self in the garden. The life he had bore no meaning to the Truthless Recluse of the present. But in that square, gazing into the bi-coloured eyes of the Sage of Truth that held so much life…
Or, Truthless Recluse had long lost his memories and made his peace with his unknown past, but upon meeting the Sage of Truth, he unwittingly finds himself reaching into the unknown.
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Pure Vanilla goes for a late night walk and is greeted by another passerby.
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A Short Guide on Silencing a Beast by fromflamestoashes
Fandoms: Cookie Run (Video Game)
17 Apr 2025
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In the wake of his newfound "friendship" with Pure Vanilla, Shadow Milk cookie decides to try and rile him up by messing up a meeting.
Keyword being tried.
Or, Pure Vanilla puts Shadow Milk in his place in the one way that will properly shut him up for a while.
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PureShadow/ ShadowVanilla kisses [stand-alones] by fromflamestoashes
Fandom: Cookie Run (Video Game)
21 Jun 2025
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stand alone oneshots of cookies kissing
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Katsuki handles Eri with far more ease than an only child has any business possessing. Shouta observes.
Or: Bakugou Katsuki may not have grown up with any younger siblings, but he did grow up with a Deku. It amounts to about the same.
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24 Nov 2025
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Pure Vanilla wanted to meet with Shadow Milk.
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The minute The Fount opened their eyes they were already mourning the life they could have had. They couldn’t speak in the beginning; cramming in all possible Knowledge into one vessel tends to overwhelm the body. It did not help that the Witches prioritized their mind rather than overall constitution. Their limbs were baked frail, and the Witches still decided to bound their body with a keyhole in their chest.
A safety measure, the Witches whispered above them. It was hard to hear, and their radiance blinded them thoroughly. But in their mind, two ideals clashed. The consequence of being all-knowing is that you know all their secrets. You know what they hide; what they seek to achieve in baking you and your fellow virtues. Here is the problem:
The Witches were both their mother and monster.
Mother, as they had shaped their dough with gentle hands, carefully rounding out the edges and delicately sculpted their eyes, mouth, and hair. They gifted you with a purpose to fulfill, and have the upmost faith that you, in your very short existence of being aware, could achieve it.
But you could argue they were monsters, too.
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or, Shadow Milk Cookie and the Fount were once one.
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- Part 4 of Tired Tina's PVSM Fics
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16 Aug 2025
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This human—this… Pure Vanilla—was really planning to keep him here through the blood moon.
Gods. Okay. He was nervous now.
Best case? He escaped out the window the moment night fell and never came back. Where He’d finally be able to shift.
Worst case?
He killed him. Accidentally.
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- Part 2 of Lazulis—Cookies
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Bookmarked by fromflamestoashes
14 Aug 2025
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A touch.
A whisper of contact, feather-light and devastating, across the base of his tail.
Shadow Milk went rigid.
“What the hell are you doing!?” he barked, face blooming with mortified heat.
But Pure Vanilla didn’t flinch. He merely tilted his head, brows lifting in a way that was maddeningly serene.
“I’ve always been curious,” he said, as though commenting on a flavor of tea he’d yet to try. “Your tail looks so soft. I’ve wondered for ages if it felt as luxurious as it seemed…”
As he spoke, his fingers moved again.
Slowly.
Purposefully.
He placed one hand gently at the very base of Shadow Milk’s tail—where the fur was thickest, where it anchored into the curve of his lower spine—and ran his palm in a single, smooth motion all the way to the tip.
The effect was immediate.
Shadow Milk shuddered.
A full-bodied, involuntary tremor worked its way through him, starting in his shoulders and radiating out like a struck tuning fork. His breath caught. Not in surprise this time. Not even in panic.
Something else.
Something hot.
“You’re trembling,” Pure Vanilla murmured, sounding utterly fascinated. “Does it tickle?”
“It—No!”
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- Part 5 of My Cookie Works
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20 Jul 2025