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Pure Vanilla reached out. Time seemed to slow as his hands moved. But then, Pure Vanilla’s hands stopped, as they always did — And awkwardly hovered over Shadow Milk’s lower arms, the intention clear enough that it couldn’t be ignored.
Shadow Milk just stared down at the hands. He remained silent. They were so close and yet the lack of the touch was more apparent than ever.
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Shadow Milk is touch starved. Pure Vanilla reaches for everyone, except him.
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02 Feb 2026
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Trending
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#WHAT THE FUCK
Trending with Pure Vanilla Cookie, Shadow Milk Cookie
or: earthbread deals with #shadownilla
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- Part 9 of the absolute truth, and nothing less
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01 Jan 2026
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Squished between two apartment complexes, towered over by neighboring stores in the area, existed a humble flower shop named 'Vanilla's Orchids.' Of course, this stop didn't just sell orchids; a variety of flowers bloomed within the shop, meticulously cared for by the shop's owner- one Pure Vanilla.
Day in and day out, Pure Vanilla would be found at the front desk waiting to help a customer in need. Customers have noted that they have never seen the man take a break- only ducking into the back to replace bundles of flowers that had been purchased. And yet, he always seemed to be happy. His smile never wilted, and he would hum as he swept the floors of dirt and debris.
No one knew the man other than the fact that he loved his job.
And then, one day, there was a blue bird on his desk- bundled up in soft blankets and resting under a heated lamp.
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or, Pure Vanilla is the owner of a flower store, and is accompanied by a dramatic bird demon named Shadow Milk- and he couldn't be happier.
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- Part 20 of Tired Tina's PVSM Fics
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17 Nov 2025
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During a hot summer evening in the Hollyberry Kingdom, Pure Vanilla Cookie and Shadow Milk Cookie find comfort—and something far more intimate—in each other’s arms after a long day of festival joy.
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14 Oct 2025
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There were few things as wonderful as a slow, quiet morning in Pure Vanilla's opinion.
From the warm golden light slowly creeping from one edge of the room to the other; sharing its lazy warmth with the bedsheets as it moved along. To the stillness of the dawn as it began to be replaced with the songs of the early blueberry birds and raisin crows. Or perhaps just the simple joy of being able to share an intimate experience within the almost eternally peaceful moments before the rest of the world came beckoning.
An overdramatic groan however, soon showed his thoughts on the moment were not shared by the other in his quarters.
Or: I drew Shadow Milk with constellation freckles and my brain would not let me work on anything else until this headcannon was also penned somewhere
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05 Sep 2025