#pure vanilla

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everywhere I go... I see them...

[hatsunemikuisnotinnyourwifi]

Yes I agree! I heart my clones

Triple puree!!!

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ShadowNilla stimboard

Ordered by: Silly Cinnamaroll Anon

Themes: Milk, royalty, vanilla

Note: I need their relationship to be weird. Not unhealthy, just weird.

Song:

[ask-theprodigy]

AUGHFGJFHH YOU ARE ADORANLE IA JIST WANT TP PINCH YOUR CHEEKS AMD

ASSAZAAAAA-

..Pardon my behaviour-- but I heard you were sheepherd before this? How was that like??

[aihaloos]

Ehlo CRK fans, I'm sorry for leaving the fandom, please accept my humble apology offering of my favourite character 🙇‍♀️

[secondwatchers]

hiii! i really enjoy reading your purecacao fanfiction you’re one of the only people on tumblr feedjng me right now ☹️ your work is amazing!!

also uhhh sneaky request perhaps a purecacao fic where they both try and train each other in their respective fields? it would be really cool to see the contrast between them, warrior, healer etc also it could be some cute bonding time!

thanks and keep writing :3

New Talents

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Dark Cacao Cookie and Pure Vanilla Cookie were both respected and honoured in their unique abilities. A king who could wield a sword like no other, and a healer that could mend broken bones within minutes…

Yet, there was one recurring problem in the Dark Cacao Kingdom; a lack of medical herbs. Learning a little magic never hurt anyone, right..?

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PART 1 - HEALING

“Your Majesty!” A servant came rushing into the king’s office, startling the latter into looking up. “Your visitor has arrived, sire! He is earlier than expected-”

“Of course he is,” Dark Cacao Cookie said with a sigh, rising to his feet. “He always is. Lead the way.”

The servant nodded nervously, having to jog slightly to keep up with the long strides the latter took.

The servant and his master parted ways only when they arrived at the grand courtyard of the Citadel, where a massive cacao tree grew. It was both the biggest and oldest tree that grew in the entire kingdom; it had served as a primary income of cacao beans for many centuries.

There, under the shade of the tree, waited a figure that stood out against the cold and dark of the Dark Cacao Kingdom. His hair was blonde, his robes as white as snow and his cape a cheerful golden brown.

The newcomer’s eyes, opened just now, appeared to be mismatched; one as blue as a clear sky, and the other as yellow as the sun that shone in it.

“Dark Cacao Cookie, my friend!” Pure Vanilla Cookie said happily as the taller approached. “Oh, what a pleasure it is to see you healthy!”

“I wouldn’t describe my current state as ‘healthy’,” Dark Cacao hummed in reply. “These are the hardest months of the year… we cannot afford to waste resources on small injuries, even if said injuries start to infect.”

“Oh.” Pure Vanilla was silent for a second, before smiling again. “Well, my dear, how about I teach you a little trick? Everyone can learn magic, and the only resource it takes is your patience!”

“Yes, because I have so much of that,” Dark Cacao said drily. He removed his left glove anyway.

Pure Vanilla sucked air in sharply. The injury wasn’t large and could definitely be treated, but he could imagine the pain it brought the king..

“Accidental stab wound,” Dark Cacao murmured. “Held my blade the wrong way when sharpening my sword. It cut my palm.”

Pure Vanilla tsk-ed, holding Dark Cacao’s hand in his own. “Watch very carefully, and I’ll show you what you must do.”

Dark Cacao nodded, trying to focus on the magic and not on the fact those pretty eyes had closed again. “I’m listening.”

“Hold your hand above the injury, but do not touch it! I want you to imagine the energy streaming from your very core to your torso, to your arms, to your palm. Imagine using the energy to heal the wound, imagine your body fighting to close again.”

Dark Cacao grunted in reply, all his focus on the tingling of magic he could feel in his palm.

“Very good.. and now, for the final step..”

Dark Cacao’s eyes sharpened, fully prepared to do whatever was asked of him-

“Say ‘abrakadabra’.”

“No,” Dark Cacao deadpanned. “I’m not an idiot, Pure Vanilla. I know that is not how it works.”

“Worth a shot,” Pure Vanilla giggled, his eyes squinting in amusement. Dark Cacao felt his anger seep away. Damn that healer.

When Dark Cacao started repeating the earlier (valid) steps, he was mildly amazed to find his wound actually closing up. He knew Pure Vanilla was an extremely powerful healer, but he wasn’t aware of his teaching ability.

“..thank you,” Dark Cacao said, the corners of his mouth raised ever-so-slightly.

“Anytime, my friend!” Pure Vanilla said, beaming with happiness at the small smile he had been graced with.

PART 2 - FIGHTING

Dark Cacao had promised he’d repay Pure Vanilla when the latter left for his homeland, and he was a man to his word. So, here he was, on the training field, pulling out the old practice dummies.

Pure Vanilla sat on a nearby bench, watching him prepare the area. Sure, the healer was very innocent, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate his partner’s nice physique as he worked.

“These,” Dark Cacao said after he was done, tapping the eyes, the neck and the torso, “Are the best places to hit an enemy. A stab or punch to the eyes will momentarily disoriented and blind them, giving you a chance for a new attack. The neck is very important, too; a well-placed stab through the vocal cords or the windpipe, and you’ve won your battle.”

Pure Vanilla nodded, studying the dummy in front of him with a slightly tilted head. His orchid-like staff rested on the bench beside him, its eye focused on the explanation up front.

“There are multiple weak spots on the torso,” Dark Cacao continued. “The middle of the chest might seem logical, but it can be very hard to reach the heart; if you do it exactly right, your weapon might slip through the ribs, but it’s unlikely.”

Pure Vanilla hummed softly, indicating he was listening. It had been ages since he heard his lover talk so much and so passionately about something; they both knew Pure Vanilla wouldn’t need this information all too much, but it was nice to listen to Dark Cacao’s rant.

“Instead of going for the heart, go for the groin or abdomen. You, being a healer, know where the vital organs are - when faced with danger, always aim for those.” Dark Cacao threw Pure Vanilla the wooden sword trainees would use. “Go ahead, give me your worst.”

Pure Vanilla raised his eyebrows. “Am I not to practice on the dummy?”

“Ah, I doubt you can do much harm with that sword. I have a protective layer under my hanbok.”

“Hm.. very well, then,” Pure Vanilla said, standing up. He circled Dark Cacao for a few seconds, like he had seen the latter do so many times in battle, before striking. The blow was easily deflected.

Pure Vanilla’s eyes narrowed. Dark Cacao wasn’t going easy on him, then. Well, if that was the game they were playing…

Pure Vanilla lunged again, aiming for the other’s stomach - only, at the last moment, he changed his direction and went for the back of Dark Cacao’s knees. The usually stoic king let out a yelp as his legs gave in.

Dark Cacao clearly hadn’t expected such a strategy from a beginner, his eyes wide in surprise as he was knocked to the floor. He only realised what was happening when he felt Pure Vanilla sit on him to hold him down.

With a quiet (and very rare) chuckle, Dark Cacao pushed him off. “Okay, okay, enough, we’re not wrestling.”

Dark Cacao stood up, straightening his clothes before looking back at a proud Pure Vanilla, and he wasn’t shocked to feel pleased instead of angry.

“That was a very nice attack,” Dark Cacao admitted. “But if I had known what you were doing, I would’ve stopped you-!”

Pure Vanilla laughed, a joyful sound. He picked his staff again, throwing his wooden sword at Dark Cacao’s feet. “If you say so, my dear.. I can see you didn’t expect me to have any talent, hm?”

“That’s not- I did not-” Dark Cacao protested.

“I know,” Pure Vanilla chuckled. “I’m only joking..”

Standing on his toes to reach Dark Cacao’s cheek, Pure Vanilla surprised him for the second time that day; a small kiss was pressed to his face.

Despite the cold around them, Dark Cacao could feel a warmth rising to his cheeks…

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“Am I to be desired?”

SHADOW MILK / PURE VANILLA

Enjoy!!!

“Am I all you have ever desired?”

Shadow Milk only stays silent, his hands trembling around his own staff. Brows stitched together with a slight sneer on his face. He hesitates, not wanting to acknowledge anything around them at the moment. His breath shaky as he tries to dissuade the other.

“You? Pft! You’re nothing to me. Is that a crime?”

“Your crime isn’t of deceit, is it not? Your crime is of attachment.”

Oh did he stare, the other floating in front of him as if roles had been reversed. Long hair, flowing around. Eyes still ever so gently boring into his soul… gods did Shadow Milk think of all the times that he craved those eyes to stare at him like he did in return. Feeling the ever enveloping warmth around him was so… so nice. Made him think for a moment, god did he miss this.

“Attachment? I don’t have one at all to anything!”

He lies. When has he not.

“Indeed, you always do say that. But now here you are… staring at me as if I’m some… ghost.”

“Well of course I’ll stare as such! You-“

“I never did die, just ascended.”

Shadow Milk is irked now. Eye twitching slightly as he huffs and looks away.

“Jealous?”

“Why would I be?”

Pure Vanilla laughs, cupping the other’s cheek with a small nod. Thinking how quaint he was, looking like this. Looking so adorable, jealous, lovely. He may not remember much… but he always would remember those eyes. Blue, teal, white, black, all the colors that made him… Shadow Milk. Blueberry Milk. Black Nightshade- Blue Himalayan- gods did he always just stare. Always has and will.

“Your look says it all, you really must get better at hiding it.”

Ouch. He’s deceit incarnate, how can’t he feign one simple look away? Or how cant he just admit to himself and lie to the other? Well, that would still be impossible. He was now standing with truth incarnate… and it made him feel safe. A little too safe. Almost enough to self-sabotage even though he always resorted to that. It was impossible to outwardly acknowledge the guilt pooling in his stomach.

Strange for a beast such as himself, isn’t it?

“Jeez, when you put it that way, you make me sound pathetic!”

“Aren’t you?”

Shadow Milk doesn’t dare acknowledge it, only sighing as he crossed his arms and floated around the other. Letting Pure Vanilla’s arm fall to his side, staff ( if it still had its eye, it would be rolling ) glowing a bit dim to show its feelings.

“I like it though. Reminds me of how nice you used to be.”

“You didn’t know me for that long.”

“I know. But it’s still curious to know how you changed… right?”

Nope, no acknowledgement. He only huffed now, putting his hand up to the ascended and floating right off and away… and it only made Pure Vanilla yearn even more.

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Icons Pure Vanilla (2/3) - Cookie Run Kingdom

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[vibke]

Forever haunted by his past mistakes

(Basically that's an AU where Truthless recluse stayed by Shadow Milk's side, abandoned the truth and his identity as Pure Vanilla cookie. Who is the biggest liar now? The mirror, of course)

[alexart568]

Lightning

[pourmesomevanilla]

CHAT HEAR MEEE OUTT

PV (especially) TR with a STUBBLE????

[mossy-frog69]

So, started a new game on a different device and-

[mochalaxy]

yeah.

[phorolytte]

Every new thing I hear about this update makes me more concerned about how badly they are going to cook Pure Vanilla. My boyyyy he does not deserve this. I know the angst writers will be cooking though, and that's definitely worthy of excitement

[ask-theprodigy]

do you bleat if you get spooked?

Meet White Lily ! A just as young prodigy as our deer Vanilla !

She is available for asks although she may be a little shy.