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Lady of Deceit - 3

It was a beautiful sunny day. The sun was shining, the birds chirping a wonderful song, the wind nice and cool.

It was simply a perfect day. . . . For chaos!

The cookie cleared her throat, then clapped her hands together. "Alrighty then. Vocal cords ready, jam sugar replenished." She placed her hands on her hair to adjust her blue bow, then patted her locks so her eyes could close. "Let the show begin!"

She perked up when she heard familiar voices walking closer to her side, then snapped her fingers to release the hounds she had taken for her grand performance. "Ahem. Aa ahh~ Perfect!" She cleared her throat again, then inhaled. "HELP! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME!!"

"Huh? Sounds like someone needs our help!" She heard a cookie, Gingerbrave if she recalled, speaking up making her giggle. "No! I can't laugh yet, I have to hold it in. HELP! PLEASE HELP ME!" she continued to scream, turning around to run towards the cookie's direction with the hounds on her heels. When she saw familiar cookies rushing towards her, she made sure her eyes widened and began to cry. "AHH SO SCARY!"

"Don't worry Miss!" Gingerbrave called out, brandishing his candy cane out as he and his friends ran towards the hounds. "We'll take care of this!"

The cookie ran and hid behind a tree, before poking her head out to stare at them. "Annnd target captured." She giggled, placing her hand over her mouth to hide her grin. After watching them deal with the hounds, she stepped out and adjusted her dress, fiddling with her sleeves. "Um, thank you all so much for saving me!" She said, letting out a sigh of relief. "Those hounds suddenly started to chase me when I was taking a walk. It was so scary...."

"It's alright now Miss." A warm familiar voice spoke up, and she blinked when she felt warm hands cup her own. Pure Vanilla Cookie gave her a smile, his eyes opened making an unfamiliar feeling creep up inside her, which she was quick to shove down. "I'm just glad we got here in time. Here, let me see if I can heal any of your injuries."

"Ah - thank you kind sir." She forced a giggle out, blue heterochromatic eyes staring directly at the bright blue soul jam that was here, HERS! As she felt Pure Vanilla use his power on her, a warmth that made some part of the cookie want to curl up in a blanket and sleep peacefully, she shook her head to quickly get back into character. "Thank you so much. May I get your name good sir?"

"Oh!" He let out a soft laugh. "Of course. My name is Pure Vanilla Cookie, and these are my dear friends, Gingerbrave Cookie, Wizard Cookie, and Strawberry Cookie."

"Hello!"

"I-It's nice to meet you."

"Good day."

"Hohohoho! It's nice to meet all of you." She smiled. "You cookies are so shiny and so strong!"

Strawberry Cookie tilted her head to the side. "Shiny and strong?'

Oops, she might have made a mistake. Oh whatever, that's what improv is for! "Yes! So shiny so strong! The aura you guys radiated when you were fighting was so . . . . beautiful. So inspiring! You guys could be the protagonist of your own epics! Your own stories!"

"Awww" Gingerbrave blushed, Strawberry Cookie let out a squeak and pulled the drawstrings of her hoodie to hide a bit, and Wizard Cookie huffed with pride. Kids, so naive. Well, at least that was solved.

"You four gave me your names, but you don't know mine!" She gasped, removing her hands from Pure Vanilla's grip to pick up the edge of her dress, and gave the four a bow. "I am Blueberry Jam Cookie. It's a pleasure to meet you all!"

"The pleasure is all ours." Pure Vanilla chuckled making Blueberry let out a giggle. "Would you like us to guide you back home Miss Blueberry? It's pretty dangerous in the forest."

"Oh my~" Blueberry Jam beamed. "That would be so! See, I actually came here to get a few more supplies for my trip! See, I'm actually moving out and wanted to gather a few berries, but I forgot my wand back home and well the hounds found me and . . . .well you know the rest."

"Oh! Where are you heading Miss Blueberry?"

A grin formed in her face, and she bit back her cackle. "Why, Vanilla Kingdom!"

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Lady of Deceit - 2

Shadow Milk wasn't sure how much time had passed.

Days? Weeks? Months? Years!?

He didn't care really. All he cared about was that He Was Tricked.

"How the fuck did he do it!?" The Beast Cookie mumbled, raking his hand through his hair, the eyes on his locks closing instinctively so he wouldn't poke them. "I . . . . I completely outsmarted him! I was the one in charge! Me, me , ME!"

He suddenly paused, more memories hitting his head. 'Sometimes, you need the darkness to see the light.' rang in his head as a picture of a card for an Awakened Pure Vanilla Cookie, literally identical to the cookie he had ran away from, flashed in his eyes, and a scream of pure rage escaped his mouth. "WITCH DAMM IT!"

So, everything he had experienced, everything he had faced, all of his ideas, all of his plans, capturing Pure Vanilla and watching as he turned into Truthless Recluse . . . It . . . Was. . . . All . . . . SCRIPTED OUT!????

"AGGGHHHHH! STUPID DEVELOPERS! STUPID WITCHES! STUPID BEASTS? STUPID ANCIENTS! STUPID FUCKING PURE VANILLA COOKIE!'"

(⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠ +(⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠ +(⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ

After even more hours of screaming and unfortunately crying, he was calm now.

Shadow Milk. . . . .was calm .

Breathe in . . . . Breathe out . . . .

In . . . . Out . . . .

Now, what should she do? Should he give up and mope forever? Find the stupid Cookie and drag him back to the Spire so she could beat him up? Awakened Ancient or not, with enough spite and rage, Shadow Milk could do anything.

It was literally his motto! In both lives! With enough spite, rage and dedication, you could accomplish anything!

Shadow Milk slowly blinked before a smile grew on his face. "I should write that down somewhere."

Back to his original thought, what could he do? Everything had played out the same way it did in game, so could he even do anything?

Shadow Milk hummed in thought and pushed himself to float in the air, then moved his body upside down as he closed his eyes. "Decisions decisions.....Ah! I got it!"

It was a beautiful plan! A marvelous plan!

It was a splendid beautiful marvelous plan!

With a wide grin on his face, Shadow Milk flipped his body right side up and allowed his feet to touch the ground, walking towards one of the few mirrors that didn't break. "Hmmm," he hummed, cupping his cheeks. "If I make my hair a little bit shorter....ah! This dress looks dashing on me? Oohh what about this eye shadow!"

A few minutes later, the female cookie twisted and turned as she appraised herself. "Beautiful! Well, off course I'm beautiful I'm well, me!" She proclaimed, placing her hands on her hips. "Silly Vanilly, did you really think I'll let you go? Never."

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Lady of Deceit - A PureShadow Fanfic

Filled with rage after Pure Vanilla tricks him, Shadow Milk Cookie suddenly gets an onslaught of memories making him realize that fuck, he was living his second life.

Not like that mattered, he was still so pissed at him! Fuck Pure Vanilla for tricking him and snatching his Soul Jam! HIS SOUL JAM!

No one out tricks the Cookie of Deceit, no one. Which is why Shadow Milk came up with a plan, a wonderful plan! A simple marvelous wonderful plan!

. . . . But why is she suddenly dating the guy she hated!?

Lady of Deceit - Next

Unlike what most people assume, gaining memories of your past life doesn't always happen as soon as you're reborn.

It could be in an instant yes, but it could also take one day, three days, a month, three months, five years, fifty years, a fucking century.

Shadow Milk Cookie doesn't actually remember how long it took for him. All he remembers is that it happened as soon as Pure Vanilla awakened.

It wasn't slow and sweet, but fast and abrupt. As rage filled his heart and the urge to take, take, take Pure Vanilla and crush him because how DARE HIM TRICK SHADOW MILK! THE BEAST OF DECEIT!? HOW DARE HIM! Sudden unfamiliar memories hit him.

A young female staring at her friends as they gushed about a Cookie of all things.

Staring at the game title with curiosity and intrigue.

Pulling on the gacha.

Getting invested in the Lore.

Making theories, joining the fandom, reading stories, looking at art, hyperfixating on Cookies of all things!

Growing up some more.

Dying.

And suddenly Shadow Milk simply couldn't take it anymore, there was no point!

So, she (she?? well, she would work with it, so she.) with rage still making her jam rush into her head, let out a loud scream and teleported away. She ignored Black Sapphire Cookie and Candy Apple and marched into her quarters, the onslaught of new and old memories colliding making her head hurt like hell.

Many things broke because of her rage. Cups and plates? Gone. Paintings? Destroyed, tables? Now a bunch of splinters.

Most people when it comes to reincarnating as a villain always had one thought. 'Oh! I want to be a better person! So I should change my ways for the greater good!'

Not Shadow Milk though. In fact, instead of redemption, the one thing going through her mind was.

"HOW THE FUCK DID I GET TRICKED BY THE FUCKING COOKIE OF TRUTH!!????"

Welcome folks! Ready for some giggles? Lady of Deceit AU was inspired by @toonlestial SM as PV's wife!! Because I took one glance at fem sm and my inner eye opened and all my writers block disappeared

Unfortunately I can't draw.... but I can write insane fics!!! So um...I hope you all enjoy ✨

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ purelily angst

SYNOPSIS: Pure vanilla cookie is having trouble getting over his past— a person from his past in particular. Oh and he also bothers his friend about it while drunk (me core 🥀)

AUTHORS NOTE: HIIIIII so oml this lowkey sucks but purelily is so peak imma purelily shipper till I DIE 🥀🥀!! It doesn’t really have a story tbh, and I can do much better— but enjoy lolol. Also I don’t pay attention in ELA so my grammar is so ahh..

—————————☁︎TW☁︎—————————

Alcohol mentions, angst — not an 18+ fic :))

Its REALLY short 😔😔 mb gng— also unedited so yeah not my best work 💪

I took MAD inspo off sm1 from ao3 so yeah

this fic is a little weird bc theres no real plot, just me angst freestyling 😎

PURELILY REMINDS ME OF MY OLD CRUSH (who im still in love with) 🥀🥀

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It had been countless agonizing years since White Lilys tragic fate. He couldn’t quite grasp the fact that she was— gone.. technically. She’d toyed with magic he knew she shouldn’t have.. meddled with forces too dangerous for her to understand. The thought of her just slipping between his fingers brought on a weight he never would be able to carry, a burden he would never lift. He knew he would never move on. He knew it. Although it wasn’t very favorable, he thought of the white haired woman more than he’d like to admit to anyone. The golden light spilled from the blinds, illuminating his cream colored face. Everything reminded him of it— of her. Of the sweet melodies they would dance to in the sheer moonlight, the way she gently tended for her lilys, touch softer than silk in comparison to his firm, creamy graze. The times she was intelligent and strong, and the contrasting times when she was vulnerable. The times they’d dance or simply looked into each other’s eyes, deep, perplexing emotions that could never be committed to paper in mere words.

Pure Vanillas grip on the bottle loosened. The fizz of the substance inside swirled around, bringing out a certain emptiness that lingered in his heart. Would White Lily want this hopeless, weary life for him? Knowing her felt like having magic at the tips of his dull fingers. His somber gaze shifts up, up to a glass of lilies he had kept after all these years. A sign of death and a sign of rebirth, and most prominently a reminder of his old lover. They were slightly wilting, the petals tilted downwards and the color a bit dull; but nowhere near dead. His gaze softened a bit, the flowers reminded him of his lover. His lover he was grieving. Grieving an alive woman. A corrupted woman.

A few dozen minutes subsequently, he stands in front of his dear friend Hollyberrys door. He awkwardly knocked, the substance in his body making his movements rather— sluggish and lazy. It was almost an anachronism to visit his companion in this befuddled state, but she was rather tender and responsible and didn’t mind if her inebriated friend came to talk. He made out the sound of footsteps approaching, and the door expeditiously opened. Her face remained unsurprised when she saw him, as he’d been there in his state times before.

“Pure vanilla! How are you? Have you eaten today?” She spoke, a happy facade masking her true worry for him. He was becoming rather bibulous and he’d been visiting intoxicated more and more lately, and his booze intake was terrible for his health (quite ironic for hollyberry cookie but anyways). He analyzed her question and looked down at his emaciated frame. He in fact hadn’t eaten that day, nor much the previous days; but gave his friend a warm smile and a clumsy thumbs up.

“Yeaaah, Holly. I ate.” The words rolled roughly off of his tongue, and he hated how he was fibbing through his teeth. She looked heavily skeptical of his words, but had no intent to fight. She signaled for him to come in, and he stumbled in lazily. He seated himself down at her kitchen table, while she sat across from him. She poured him a glass of tea, in hopes to settle his unwell stomach after all of the intoxicant in his system.

“I miss her. I miss my lily..” he says somberly. She looks at him with gentle, pitiful eyes. He resisted the tempting urge to pule right infront of her, not wanting to show vulnerability to anyone, not even someone he could trust. His dear friend hesitated, not exactly knowing how to comfort the man so she just stared at him; waiting for him to continue speaking.

“I can’t.. put it into..” he hiccups briefly. “Words.. the apologies I had prepared.. in the shower.. in the mirror.. in bed...” He paused for a moment, unsure if he should spill the embarrassing truth to her. “I still write her letters, you know. Letters that are stained with meaningless tears— About how I’m sorry..” his voice gets a bit shaky. “H..how.. I didn’t stop her.. how I didn’t notice how she was being tormented.” his head falls into his hands and he sits in a melancholic silence, the air rich with pensive sadness. “All of the ‘what if’s’ won’t go away. So I force them out with..” an awkward silence seems to flood the small kitchen. “..with alcohol.” He rests his head fully down on the table, feeling the cool surface on his dough (heh.. see what I did there?). He couldn’t bring himself to meet eyes with his friend. His friend who was one of the bravest people he knew, watching him act like a crestfallen fool over a past lover. “I’m sorry you have to hear about this.. Holly.. It must be tiresome to listen to someone like me get so sad after a couple drinks.”

Hollyberry gives him a caring smile. “Hey.. Pick your head up, Pure Vanilla. You can always talk to me, and I’m always happy to listen.” She picks up his cup and pours him some more tea, before giving his shoulder a weak, comforting punch. He grins a bit, trying to make himself feel some form of artificial bliss— “Look at you, Hollyberry cookie. Always looking out for everyone.” Despite the caring words, his smile soon fades, his lips morphing into a thin line.“Sometimes.. I’m kept up at night.. and I guess.. I mumble hopeless whispers at the ceiling, yearning for her to come back.” He cringes at his own words. “Sometimes I wish she would answer my pleas..” His voice trailed off as he feels a warm hand on his shoulder. “Hey.. it’s gonna be okay..” he heard hollyberrys voice, in a soothing tone. It angered him and he brushes the hand off. “Okay..? Okay?!” The anger wore off within brief seconds. “It’s just.. I don’t know. I should go home and rest..” he forced a grin as he drunkenly stumbled for the door. “Thank you for having me, Holly.” She frowns, not thinking that their chat fully relived the burdens he carried against himself. She feels dissatisfied, but knew she couldn’t do anything about his sadness. Nothing like what White lily could’ve done. “Same time next week?” She half- bantered, as it was most likely going to become the unfortunate reality. Her remark made him let out a slight chuckle, and open the door. “You know it.” He said, somberly as he also knew that he would tipsily stop by in the near future. The door clicks behind him, leaving him alone in the cold night with his thoughts.

AYY LETS GO IM FINALLY DONE (at 3:35 am and too lazy to edit it)!! Anyways I need fic reqs so PLS give some guys 💔

To give you a visual for this madness..

It's genuinely one of my favorite crack ideas.

This fic has TW: Mentions of Self-harm and Trauma.

Believe me, it's as crazy as it sounds, but strangely enough, it works. Like, it somehow makes sense,, like??? Hear me out,, actually, nevermind, don't hear me out because I have no idea how to explain this.. But it's like, they work out eachother's problems somehow.. IT WAS MEANT AS A SHITPOST BUT TURNED INTO A GENUINE STORY

This fic has TW: Mentions of Self-harm and Trauma.

Believe me, it's as crazy as it sounds, but strangely enough, it works. Like, it somehow makes sense,, like??? Hear me out,, actually, nevermind, don't hear me out because I have no idea how to explain this.. But it's like, they work out eachother's problems somehow.. IT WAS MEANT AS A SHITPOST BUT TURNED INTO A GENUINE STORY