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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
Bookmarked by batterkat123
20 Jul 2025
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After a spell gone wrong, Shadow Milk and the Sage of Truth end up swapping places in their realities. Now they, along with Pure Vanilla and Truthless Recluse, have to find a spell to bring the two cookies back to their own realities.
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Bookmarked by batterkat123
19 Jul 2025
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"I won’t make a deal,” Pure Vanilla says, plain and simple. “Not unless I understand every word of it. Not unless I believe it fair. And not if the price is someone else’s pain.”
“You dare to set your terms,” The fae murmurs, his voice no longer playful. No longer velvet. It is frost now, delicate and sharp enough to flay skin. “You sit in my ring, in my garden, and you deny me?”
Pure Vanilla meets his gaze, calm and clear. “Yes.”
The fae snarls.
“I could kill you,” the fae whispers. “Slit you open like a fruit. Spill your mortal heat onto my garden and let the flowers drink your heart."
“You could,” Vanilla agrees mildly. “But I’m told human meat is stringy, and frankly, I’m not sure I’d make a good stew.” He takes another small bite of rice, chews serenely. “Besides, isn’t that just a myth? You lot eating people.”
“You’re testing me,” The fae snaps. “I should curse your tongue to rot in your mouth. I should blight your precious village until even the stones forget your names.”
“Can’t,” Vanilla says lightly, tapping the side of his riceball with one finger. “You’d need my true name. And I’m fairly certain you don’t have it.”
The fae curses.
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- Part 2 of My Cookie Works
- Part 1 of Pureshadow fae au
Bookmarked by batterkat123
18 Jul 2025
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He stepped forward with the reverence of a worshiper, with fingers outstretched as if reading holy scripture in braille. His hands found the surface of Shadow Milk’s cheeks, gloved not in fabric, but in warmth, callused pads mapping a face he could not see but longed to understand.
“My,” Pure Vanilla breathed, voice like fog rolling over still water, “you’re beautiful.”
His thumbs moved gently, reverently, brushing along the planes of jaw and cheekbone, the sharp arch of a brow, the fragile swell of an eyelid. He was learning the face, sculpting it in his mind. He smiled—soft, foolish, brave. “Beautiful,” he repeated.
And still Shadow Milk did not move.
But the snakes in his hair did not share his restraint.
They moved with restless hunger. One, braver than the rest, slithered down with grace and curled around Pure Vanilla’s wrist, tongue flicking at the pulse beneath his skin. Another followed, weaving into golden strands of hair, hissing quietly, as if scolding him for daring to touch their master first.
“Oh,” Pure Vanilla laughed softly, and it was music—an old, forgotten song made for lantern-lit gardens and half-remembered dreams. “I’m sorry. You’re all beautiful too.”
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- Part 5 of My Cookie Works
Bookmarked by batterkat123
14 Jul 2025
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In which Shadow Milk Cookie and Pure Vanilla Cookie are both lost, and then found, and in saving themselves, save each other.
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Pure Vanilla travels to a long forsaken past and the Fount of Knowledge has to deal with the consequences.
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Bookmarked by batterkat123
11 Jul 2025