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Wizard cookie decides to just shut GingerBrave up with a kiss. It works very well.
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At the cusp of defeat, Shadow Milk gets transported to a backwards world: Dark Enchantress was sealed away before she could do any lasting damage, the Beasts never came to be, and the Ancients rule over an otherwise peaceful world.
Oh, and apparently his counterpart is dead and hailed as a hero. Because his life wasn’t already complicated enough.
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What happens when the guy who basically saved all of Cookie-kind comes back as an evil, corrupted version of himself?
Healing. Healing is what happens…hopefully.
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i'm salivating at the thought of this updating like the author is my spouse who's gone overseas to fight a war and their return will mean a feast for our children.
I need to calm down it's been like 3 days and the fic barely started two months ago 🤦
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The heirs of the Vanilla Kingdom and the Dark Cacao Kingdom are to be wed for the good of their respective countries. One is a kind and gentle healer, new to the royal scene after an eight-year disappearance. The other is a stoic and calculating warrior, hardened by years of training and discipline. Together, they must learn to navigate their new normal and strive for some semblance of normalcy amongst the chaos and drama of their positions.
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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
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COTL N CRK IM GONNA SOB ITS SO CLEVER AND BEAUTIFUL AND U G H
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he notices the blood. a deep, red hue staining the petals. and dear god, it hurt.
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fire spirit has hanahaki disease.
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would someone like you like someone like me? well, fire spirit guessed he knew the answer to that question now.
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the first time firewind hold hands.
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- Part 5 of kat's firewind fics
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she could never be a saint (she could be a martyr if they killed her quick) by Anonymous
Fandoms: Cookie Run (Video Game)
13 Jul 2025
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Dark Cacao Cookie’s fingers press against her collarbone, calluses sharp from hoisting swords. “You think too much. Tell me, what keeps you awake tonight?”
“I had a nightmare.”
“Ah, so you do feel afraid, sometimes,” Dark Cacao Cookie says softly, almost teasingly. His fingers are wrapped taut around the dough of her shoulder, a silent thank you for telling the truth (like Mystic Flour Cookie can be trained like a dog. Like if she is given enough lingering touches and soft words then she will learn to bark and heel too. Like she is a subject and not a Beast). “I am sorry to hear that, though.”
“Please,” Mystic Flour Cookie responds, because there is a bracelet on her wrist and a scar on her waist and a window in the palace.
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The five times Dark Cacao Cookie has shown Mystic Flour Cookie an ounce of undeserved humanity, and the one time she is able to return it.
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“I simply wish to help and enlighten you, my dearest Recluse.. I want to open your eyes, to show you the beauty of truth and knowledge.”
Sage gently took the other’s wrist, holding it up, his grip rather firm. His slender fingers gently traced the warm dough until their fingers intertwined.
“I want you to be with me, Recluse. Why won’t you rid yourself of those delusions and be by my side?” Sage spoke almost desperately, though Recluse knew it was most likely an act, he wouldn’t actually want that, right?.. though the longing look and crooked smile the other gave him was not saying empty promises. “There’s so much we can do together. You’re the only one who can understand the true meaning of things if only you allow it.”
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Basically a Sagerecluse porn with a surprising amount of feelings that I didn't mean to dump there!
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“Beast Cookies,” echoed White Lily Cookie’s voice. “Long ago, for your corruption and choice to turn to Darkness, you were sealed away, here in these lands. Since your escape, you have done nothing but bring more suffering, destruction and dismay. You have proven, time and time, again that you have no intention of changing from your evil ways. And so, for your crimes against Cookiekind and Earthbread, you are to be sealed away once more.”
“Shadow Milk Cookie. In these final moments, do you have anything to say for yourself?”
“... please, no...”OR
The beasts have been defeated, and their souljams have been taken away. As they're about to be sealed in the Silver Tree again, Shadow Milk panics
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OUGH THE BEASTS CRYING KILLED ME
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Fanfics made by me in 2022, cringey but never forgotten
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Dust & Dandelions by MID (TheRealSMCFan), TheRealSMCFan
Fandoms: Cookie Run (Video Game)
14 Jun 2025
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When notorious bandit Shadow Milk Cookie is forced to flee into the countryside after a shootout gone wrong, he finds himself bleeding out on the dirt road of some no-name farm. Out of all the lousy luck in the world, he’s dragged into the home of Pure Vanilla Cookie—a stubborn, soft-spoken farmer with the strength of an ox and a maddeningly calm demeanor.
Trapped by his own injury and too weak to leave, Shadow Milk is left at the mercy of this maddeningly kind man. But Pure Vanilla is far from defenseless. He’s stronger, steadier, and far too comfortable handling the sharp-tongued outlaw like a misbehaving pup. The bandit’s threats and defiance are met with nothing but disarming smiles, teasing words, and casual dominance—a constant, frustrating reminder that he is not in control.
And yet, Pure Vanilla doesn’t scare easily. No matter how many times Shadow Milk bares his teeth, throws biting words, or even lashes out, the farm boy stands firm, never once treating him like a monster. Instead, he tends to him with steady hands, feeds the horse Shadow Milk likely stole, and even pokes him on the nose, calling him “sugar cube” with a maddeningly warm smile.
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*puts them in a blender and presses on*
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i love farm boy pv he’s a cutie patootie
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Shadow milk is a puppet on a string for the witches entertainment because when they feel like it they pull the string and make him feel a lot of pain.
Will try updateing every friday
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the night isn't young anymore"
" Why would that matter?" He says as if he wasn't moping in the corner like depressed doll - a sheep , a puppy, or kitten all suited him like a glove, making it harder for sage to choose a description.
" doll I will be going in a few hours," he states the obvious
" I’m fully aware " the groan following that echoes in the room, sitting them in its aftershock like awkward rocks
" Let me make it easier for you then, "
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Oh look, Pure Vanilla and Strawberry Crepe made a chat fic! Surely nothing could go wrong... right?
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The memories of that night brought many things to the Bearer of Truth, in the days following it had brought shame, so many delegates had seen a side of him he hadn’t even known he possessed. A hunger, an ache, buried deep in his soul. Something he hadn’t entertained before.
Today was just going to be a mildly uneventful day and a night full of reminiscing but from one moment to the next, the air pressure had changed.
The shadows sharpened, elongated. The oxygen in the room seemed to condense and thicken, centering into different corners of the room. Pure Vanilla felt like his lungs were running out of air, his gaze unfocused.
His lips were captured in a searing kiss, there were no more worries, no more thoughts. Just two passionate cookies fitting against each other like they were destined too.
|This is part two of my last fic Juicy Festival, you don’t have to read it but it would give some context.|
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- Part 1 of Blueberry Vanilla One shots
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Fire Spirit begins to fall for Wind Archer and doesn't know how to cope with it.
So he does what he does best.Smothers the fire.
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if I burn would you fall or would you fan the flames? by komatose_vin
Fandoms: Cookie Run (Video Game)
14 May 2025
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Waking up to a warm, toasty bed was something Wind Archer Cookie had grown accustomed to.
He stirred then stretched, rubbing absently at his eyes. He needed to get ready for another day of patrolling the forest and making sure no threat came near the millennial tree. He could hear the familiar rustling of Fire Spirit Cookie still lying in bed beside him, asleep. The reason why Wind Archers sheets were always kept warm. A staple presence in his daily life.
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Firewind angst - Wind Archer tries to figure out his feelings possibly too late.
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When Pure Vanilla throws open the balcony doors and holds his staff aloft, the first thing he sees are the tree’s branches devoid of his feathered friends. It’s an unwelcome sight, a clear departure from their usual routine. Had something happened? Has someone drawn them away?
A flutter of movement draws his eyes upwards towards the roof; instantly, relief floods through Pure Vanilla’s jam. The flock is mercifully still here, perched above his head on a nearby rooftop. They are, however, strangely silent and still, huddled closely together while glancing between Pure Vanilla and the tree. Pure Vanilla follows their nervous gaze, peering into the branches as he holds his staff high –
Only to spy a long, lithe form curled in the shadows.
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I am mentally ill for cookies...
Id say send help but I don't want it actually
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Me? An Apostle? Not really. (I'm Gaslighting) by ChaoticGhoster
Fandoms: Cookie Run (Video Game), Cookie Run (Kingdom)
06 Jul 2025
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Reborn as a Cookie in CRK, our little Cookie hides a mysterious Apostle mark and pretends to be a normal 'admirer' of the eccentric Sage of Truth—aka future villain Shadow Milk Cookie. Too bad the Sage is already suspicious... and a little too attached.
“You're hiding something, aren't you?”
“Nope. Just... fashion.”
“Charming! I’ll keep watching you.”Totally fine. Absolutely not terrifying.
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Pure Vanilla couldn't stop thinking about Shadow Milk and his followers, wondering if they also managed to escape from the crumbling Spire of Deceit. The lack of informations regarding their whereabouts was making him worry sick.
On the other hand, he also couldn't stop thinking about the past memories of the Fount of Knowledge, that he ended up learning about and watching them like it was an agonizing movie.
He could only wish there was a way he could hug the Fount of Knowledge...
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