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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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17 Feb 2026
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If there is one thing Shadow Milk could be guaranteed to do, it would be meticulous. As exemplified by his carefully crafted wardrobe and by the schematics of each scheme he committed to, he always made sure every detail sat just right to get the point across. Though, he never thought he'd ever put this much care into a simple gift.
Here is the current issue; Shadow Milk, in being locked away for more than a millennium, is unaware of the modern celebrations of cookie-kind. As the Fount he never indulged in any celebrations except for the ceremonial kind- blessings, prayers, and other nonsense he was expected to partake in.
So when Pure Vanilla kindly requested he join him in the markets that day and he begrudgingly agreed, he was confused by the decorations being placed around the kingdom.
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or, Shadow Milk tries to give Pure Vanilla a gift for Valentine's Day. It mostly works out.
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- Part 24 of Tired Tina's PVSM Fics
Bookmarked by TreeTurtle5119
15 Feb 2026
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“S'not your fault that—”
“—I hurt you,” Susie finished. She chewed on the concept, the edges of her voice frantic, her throat thick. “Because you deserved it.”
“Yes.” Kris pressed her hands against their chest. They smiled in a way that failed to be reassuring. Each desperate breath shuddering through their lungs confirmed everything Susie didn't want to know. “S’fine. It’s okay.”
Kris burned like a charred pan straight out of the oven, or an oil fire stoked by liquor. Susie reeled away. “You—you were trying to set me up,” Susie accused, trying to edge words around the chasm opening in her gut. “You were trying to get me to hit you.”
Kris wants Susie to hurt them. They need her to hurt them. Susie isn't as on board with the idea as they are.
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04 Feb 2026
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The mysterious benefactor reveals a prophecy foretelling the death of the Lord of Screens. Spamton decides to drink his feelings away.
Tenna is more than surprised when Ramb calls, asking him to collect a sobbing, intoxicated mailman from the bar.
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04 Feb 2026
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* It’s your drawing up on the fridge.
* It’s of your family: Mom, Dad, Asriel, and you.
* A family of four smiling goat-monsters.(or: Kris grows up, a human raised by monsters, and it turns out that does a lot to a kid's sense of self.)
Bookmarked by TreeTurtle5119
03 Feb 2026