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Tenna wakes up to a tap on the head by a tiny little angel. He thinks he's dead.
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Spamton heals Tenna after his unfortunate dismemberment and never intends to make it clear that it was him who fixed the TV. Unfortunately for him, it doesn't end up working out that way, and now the two of them are left in Castle Town to catch up on all of their lost time. -
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Wolfwood can't stop looking at the small bangs that hang in front of Vash's face. He plans to keep that and his thoughts about it to himself. Unfortunately, Vash is smarter than Wolfwood likes to credit him for, and notices that there's been a lot more staring from Wolfwood recently. He doesn't know why, though.
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Daxter doesn't feel needed anymore now that he's 'human' again.
I had brainrot. They'll figure it out eventually.
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Wind was a fickle thing. You could never keep it in one place once it got moving; you could never catch it. It would just keep on blowing, without a care in the world. It would travel through the leaves covered with dew in the spring, through the rain filled clouds, and not even stop for a second to consider what it has shaken in its path towards freedom. What was it trying to reach? To achieve? Nobody had the answer. All they knew is that it would keep on going forever.
This is why it was so surprising to the adventure-worn traveler when he woke up to having caught the wind.
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Dreaming was a luxury sinners had no right to.
Dreams were gifts. Given after a day of work and devotion, they made one’s invested energy feel like something worthy of being spent. It is endearing how dreams captured unspoken truths many did not even recognize as such. How sweet and yet so cruel of them to show such an indelible illusion of everything one could never obtain in the first place.
Thinking about it, what a painfully sadistic divinity it was that cast dreams in slumbering minds. Watching them curl into a haze of adoration and purpose only to rip it away with the vicious arrival of the morning sun.
Shadow Milk had not been given a dream in centuries.
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- Part 1 of the ryuverse
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09 Jun 2026
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Spamton accidentally falls out of the inventory after the events of Chapter 3. Alone and without anybody to help him in Castle Town, where mainly those who still know him aren't friendly to him, Spamton finds a recently-recruited television who doesn't recognize him whatsoever and chooses to use this to his advantage.
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18 Jul 2025
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“Malfunctions.” Shadow Milk’s mismatched eyes held unease, mind whirling unpleasantly. “That’s–That’s what The Witches called these kinds of things, feelings, or whatever. Said they only got in the way and obstructed our purpose. That they were useless and had nothing to give.” He muttered under his breath.
Hesitation rose beneath his dough and in his veins, making the discomfort, that had recently settled rent free in his chest, rear its ugly head. He opened his mouth, to deflect, to laugh it off, to change the subject, to reassure, he didn’t know. With how much of a whirlwind his mind was being, he couldn’t decide on a solid choice.
“Do..Do you believe that?” Was the quiet question that filled the room from the healer. Shadow Milk didn’t know if he was relieved or not that he himself didn’t have to butt in.
Still, a hard question. One he didn’t completely know the answer to.
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Or, Shadow Milk has really bad identity issues and Pure Vanilla tries to help him through it the best he can.
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- Part 2 of SDVN works by Eirian :D
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13 Jul 2025
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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
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13 Jul 2025
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The room is too bright.
It’s quaint, in a nauseating sort of way. Polished floors glint from the gleaming honeycomb chandeliers overhead, make him squint. A few vases sprinkled here and there, filling the room with a sickeningly sweet scent – even a waffle-cone headrest framing the silken sheets of a neatly-tucked bed. Outside, the golden sun gleams, the gentle rays of light spilling past curtains that waver in the afternoon breeze.
It's meant to be beautiful. Luxurious. Welcoming.
With one sweep of his cane, Shadow Milk tears it apart.
[[ Completed ]]
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- Part 1 of Jamma Jambound's SDVN works
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