#pure vanilla x you

[eepy-cookies]

Random little thing. You can ignore this if you want. Can we get either Shadow Milk or Pure Vanilla taking care of a sick female Y/n? (Sorry, I just want fluff.)

I can imagine Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk Cookie being the “SPECIAL” types of cookie that CANNOT get sick

[bunni-v1]

Going to bed rn but… thinking about how artists depict pv’s soul jam as an erogenous zone…

MDNI

The souljam is the most important part of a cookie, it’s what separates them from a lifeless desert and a living creature. It’s their soul, their very being, and most cookies aren’t out in the open because it’s not safe for them. Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk has his out on full display, like a thing of pride. He’s more than capable of defending it, so why not?

That doesn’t mean it isn’t sensitive, though. The souljam, when touched directly, has a very serious physical affect on its cookie. Be that with intent to harm or not, if a cookie was able to get close enough to either of them to touch the souljam it would be quite the sight.

To get so close to him, in a romantic sense, shows a lot of trust. His souljam is very very sensitive to both touch and intent, so if he’s allowing you to touch it, it’s a huge honor.

For Pure Vanilla, it’s not something he allows you to do early on, but after a while of gaining trust and learning how to love one another. It takes him some time, but once he finally feels comfortable he’ll allow you to touch his souljam.

It’s a very intimate ordeal, and he sets it up to be such. He’s quite literally allowing you to touch his soul, he is aware of the weight of the situation, and as such he wants it to feel important.

The two of you face each other on his bed, the dim light of the candles illuminating your rapidly warming figures. The gentle yellow glow glints off his souljam, temping you to reach out and touch it, but you hold yourself back. He is nervous, you can tell in the way his hands shake as he holds yours. You try to calm him by squeezing his fingers, and he gives you an uneasy smile.

You want to tell him that he doesn’t have to do this, that you understand, but the stubborn furrow of his brows tells you not to say anything. He had already made up his mind, there was no wavering his resolve. So you give him all the time he needs, and when he is ready, he brings your fingers to his lips. He gives each tip a soft kiss, as if blessing them with his approval, then he guides your hands down right before his souljam.

You can feel a pull to it, as if he was begging you to touch it, but you still hesitate. Your hands curl in on themselves for a moment before reaching out and resting on the golden crest which houses it. You see him swallow, only able to imagine how he might feel in this moment. Your trace your fingers along the gold rimmed edge, trembling for a moment before finally you press a careful finger against the smooth surface.

It strikes you as odd that it’s warm, you expect it to feel cold, but it was heated beneath your touch. You press another finger to it, carefully rubbing over it with intrigue. Pure Vanilla shudders, the effect immediate. You don’t stop, now cupping it in your palm. You can nearly feel appreciation through it, and you see it clearly on his face. Brows scrunching up and cheeks turning a deep red, his breath is already ragged too.

You rub your thumb over him and he grabs at your hips, grounding himself. You nearly stop, feeling bad for how much this seemed to get to him, but he opens his eyes and gives you the most lustful stare beneath heavy lashes. You’ve never seen such a look on his face, but you can’t help but find it beautiful.

You give him what he wants, pressing him into a deep kiss as your other hand cups the other side of him. You continue your slow strokes as you make out with him, tongues clashing desperately against each other. You can tell his mind is foggy from how slow he reacts to your challenges, and the little moans that he sighs into your mouth. You pick up the pace of the stroking, using your whole hand to service him.

It gets him huffing, unable to keep up with the pleasure and your mouth. You allow him the grace of leaning against your shoulder, instead of forcing his mind to split two ways. His hands are digging into your sides, pressing you as close as he can get you. It’s like he can’t get enough of it, and he pulls you onto his lap pressing his face into your shoulder.

It’s harder to play with the souljam like this, but when he begins to rock his hips up into you, you find you don’t care. You match the pace of your fingers with the pace of his thrusts, which he figures out quickly and abuses for his own use. Speeding up enough to have your head lulling back as you continue stroking him like your life depended on it.

He falls back into the mattress after a moment, giving you access to ride him through his pleasure. Your fingers massage the warm thing as your hips move in time, eyes appreciating the sight of him falling apart beneath you. It was rare you got to take care of him like this, so you wanted to savor the sight of his screwed up face. Each thrust is followed by a broken moan, hands grabbing at you as if that might make things easier on him.

As you watch him, feel what makes him who he is, a thought crosses your mind. Depraved, and maybe crossing a line, but you had to try. You lean down over him, feeling his eyes squint on you in confusion when you remove your hands from his souljam. It doesn’t last long, your lips pressing against the jam. He gasps, fingers curling into your hair - not pulling, just encouraging you to continue.

Naturally, you do, kissing him slowly. You can feel it heat up with each kiss, which only encourages you to continue. Another thought pops up, just as bad as the last, but Pure Vanilla has been nothing if not receptive. You’re sure he won’t mind if you get a little taste. So, you open your mouth, locking eyes with him, and lick a slow stripe across the rounded surface.

He groans in a way you’d never heard, pressing his hips into yours with a newfound desperation. You squeal when he flips you over, giving you a disapproving frown. Seems that was a little too much, but he couldn’t be too mad, not when he quickly pushes your clothes aside and sinks himself inside you. Leaning over you, burying his face into your neck again, he begins without any fanfare.

The pace is faster than usual, hips meeting yours eagerly. Each thrust is deep, dragging against your walls deliciously. Your fingers find his souljam, continuing their previous ministrations, and he groans again. It’s so unlike him, all of it, but you like it. It’s a new side of him that he’s trusting you with, you can only hope to see more in the future.

When he comes undone, it is the loudest cry you’d ever heard from him. Broken and desperate, cracking through the quiet of his quarters like lightning. His body trembling in your grasp like the aftershock, but his hands remain firm and strong against your dough. He fills you up with warm sticky goodness, reminiscent of the heat of his souljam. It feels nice, to be so surrounded by him, and you know he feels the same too.

You press gentle kisses to the side of his face, calming him from his high. He returns to earthbread slowly, chest heaving against yours with effort. When he is coherent again, he gives you a smile — warm and typical from him. Your sweet Vanilla coming back to you with all the love in his eyes.

“I might have gotten carried away,” He admits shyly.

You smile, “I don’t mind. It was nice.”

He hums, nodding in agreement. His souljam is hot between your bodies, warming you further where it rests atop your clothes. When he pulls away he kisses your cheek, taking a moment to admire you before leaning back with a satisfied smile.

“We should do that more often,” You mumble from your spot in the sheets.

You can’t see his face from your position, but you don’t need to when he pats your thigh, “I agree. Much more often.”

[fanged-fanfics]

Hello! I want to make a request!

Imagine if reader gets stuck in game (from like this human reality) and turns into a cookie... And I don't think cookies have like fingers and stuff like that so we'd obviously struggle with that part and many more...

And how would Pure vanilla and Shadow milk cookie react to that? They don't know we're not from here because we don't say it to them, but they can clearly notice that we can't even hold a rock or walk properly and etc..

Ty if you decide to do this!

☆ Whole New Reality — Shadow Milk and Pure Vanilla (seperate) x Human!Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Upon entering this new reality, you were surprised when you landed in a shadowy area where a group of three were huddled up and chatting together. The blue leader turned to you, floating over and asking how you'd stumbled in

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He found out pretty quickly that you couldn't even stand well, much less walk. He used the end of his staff to lift you into a proper stance, joking that you were acting like a Sugar Gnome after being through a salad spinner

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He introduces himself as Shadow Milk, offering outright that he could tell you were new here. You panicked a little initially, but with a deep bow he dramatically proclaims that he'll be your guide. A helping hand would be nice, yes? And who better than him!

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You stood confused while his henchmen applauded behind him, noting how noble it was of him. He soaked in your praises while pulling you close to his side, an arm wrapped firmly around your shoulders. He flashes you a wide smirk while mentioning that he thinks you're going to be very good friends

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Alternatively, you find yourself in a warm field in front of a kingdom, confusion filling you right before a blinding light of the sun burns your eyes. You cover your face, attempting to stand when suddenly feeling a supporting hand on your shoulder

ᯓᡣ𐭩 A gentle voice asks if you're alright, a large sleeve coming up to block the sun from your vision. As he holds you up, you try to play it off, but he becomes immediately concerned when you can't go two steps without stumbling and falling to the ground

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He tells you not to move, assessing your legs in his hands to see if he can sense any injuries. His staff waves over your form, and he seems confused once he pulled back. There doesn't seem to be anything physically wrong, but you seemed so disoriented

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He eventually helps you stand once more, telling you to hold tight while he begins walking you to the castle. He promises to help you in any way he can, meanwhile you're mentally trying to think how you're going to explain where you're actually from. For now, you're content to just lean against the Healer while he promises you some beverages for the trouble

[no1blacksapphirefan]

Another Self-Aware CRK AU thought

(Can be seen as romantic or platonic) ((Reader is unaware that they’re unaware))

Can you imagine how funny bait teams would be? Especially the ones where it’s just a single cookie on their own.

Like imagine Pure Vanilla flattered that you trust him to defend your arena. To fight off those who come close, to secure even just a bit of trophies for you so you can rise up. Then a full team of all the beasts pop up and beat his ass. He thinks he’s failed you, it was unfair. He hopes you’re not ashamed of him, he’s tried his best he swears…now that he thinks about it, his code doesn’t even let him fight back. When he does find out the reasoning for him being a solo team? Well, he’s at least glad he helps you gain trophies, he just hopes you choose someone else for this “bait” team soon

On the other side though? When he’s made to fight bait teams, he feels so bad. Just watching poor ginger grave fly away to witches know where, as he gets absolutely beaten up by all the enemies he’s made in the past.

Shadow Milk bait team is less used but when it is he usually wins ((I think)) at the very least he has a nice ratio of managing to actually win against other teams which he does use as bragging rights to others. He gets so peeved when he actually looses. As if he doesn’t expect to loose against a full team with fully ascended and levelled ancients. I think he’d love the reasoning why you did it, trick people to fight you so you can hit them back harder? That’s kinda funny

If he were to also he on your main attackers team, he’d love to see the faces on the other teams face as they see him again. Like yes you may have beaten me on my own, but with the power of friendshi-

Burning Spice is the same that he also enjoys your reasoning for doing it upon finding out. Specifically the hitting them back harder part. Extra points if he’s still on your main team for attacking. It just means he can join in on the “revenge” and help you gain those trophies. He loves the tactic you use and if it works then hells yeah.

He’s willing to help, though he’d prefer to win more fights defending, he doesn’t mind too much loosing if it means being able to get back at that team

Black Sapphire just solos full stop…okay all bias aside, I don’t think he’d be too too happy with being the one used for bait teams, especially since his in game role is that of a support. Sure he can do some damage but being programmed to mainly boosts others can only do so much. He hopes you change cookies soon, he can’t stand having to fight his boss for the nth time for your trophies, even if they make you happy ((I would never do that to you mwah))

He’d prefer to be on the team of cookies who fight the bait ones, watching them try to fight back when they got no chance is quite the entertainment, perhaps he could spin a kind of rumour on it

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We won’t talk about how they all feel if they LOST to a bait team…

- #1 Black Sapphire Fan/Listener Out ‼️‼️‼️‼️

[pukefactory]

✦ . 　⁺ DROPS OF JAM ⁺ 　 . ✦

☆ Summary: Pure Vanilla Tends To Your Wounds

☆ Character(s): Pure Vanilla Cookie (Cookie Run)

☆ Genre: Headcannons, SFW

☆ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

☆ Image Credits: @webslasherzz

✧ His hands tremble slightly as he presses a soft glow into your wounds, his touch as delicate as the petals of a vanilla orchid. His usual smile is gone, replaced by a rare, deeply troubled frown. “You shouldn’t have done that,” he murmurs, voice thick with something unreadable. “I would have found a way… I always do.”

✧ He doesn’t understand—why would you throw yourself into harm’s way for him? He’s the one who’s meant to protect others, to bear the burdens so no one else has to. “You mustn’t be so reckless,” he chastises, but the way his fingers linger against your bandages betrays his relief that you’re still breathing.

✧ The Light of Truth exposes everything, even the guilt gnawing at his heart. He should have been more careful. If he had, you wouldn’t be lying there, wincing under his touch as he tries to mend what was broken. “I failed you,” he whispers under his breath, though he knows you would never blame him.

✧ He wants to scold you—truly, he does. But when you look at him, exhausted but smiling, he loses all resolve. “Please, just… let me protect you next time,” he sighs, and there’s something raw in the way he says it, something that pleads for you to understand.

✧ The warm, soothing scent of vanilla swirls around you as he works, his magic wrapping over your wounds like sunlight after a storm. It reminds you of safety, of home. Of him.

✧ He doesn’t say it, but the sight of you injured shakes him to his very core. He’s seen too many fallen, too many friends lost to the darkness. What if next time, he’s too late? What if next time, he has to face a world without you?

✧ When his healing is done, his hands linger against your own, uncharacteristically hesitant. “Promise me,” he finally says, eyes barely open, voice barely above a whisper. “Promise me you won’t do that again.” But he already knows the answer. You’re too kind. Too selfless. Just like him.

✧ He understands, in a way. You wanted to protect him because you care, just as he protects others for the same reason. But it doesn’t stop the ache in his chest, the quiet wish that, just this once, you had chosen yourself instead.

✧ When you stir in your sleep later that night, you find him still by your side, his staff resting against his lap, his eyes heavy with exhaustion. He should be resting too. But he won’t—not until he’s sure you’ll be alright. Not until he knows he won’t lose you.

✧ He smiles at you once you wake, that gentle, knowing smile that speaks of endless patience. “Tomorrow will be better,” he says, and somehow, you believe him. Because as long as he’s here, as long as his light still shines, there’s hope. And that’s enough.

[solinina]

{ come on, get up }

{ Who… }

{Wait..}

{ It’s cold out here. }

{ Let’s go. }

[He may not act the same, however, he knows that in each and every form he takes he will love you.]

[hleep]

Best couple!

[breadstickz1]

OKAY my favorite is sage of truth I love sage of truth can he please come to me please eplease on my hands and knees ple

[iatemitomt0day]

"Oh Y/N cookie, will you be with me now and forever? I know you wanna, sweet pea!~ YOU CAN'T LIE TO ME!"

Live reaction of Pure Vanillia Cookie having a heart attack

[vivaiavidapasta]

I don’t know if I should post the final pic of this…

[eepy-cookies]

The picture of cat shadow milk with an apple now makes me think...since they can teleport and stuff...imagine y/n wanting a tasty apple from a tree and cat shadow milk noticing so they teleport to the tree and get apple for y/n...

Or, if you wanna play more with dog pure vanilla and cat shadow milk...imagine playing fetch with both of them! Imagine throwing a stick or a ball and pure vanilla chases it and shadow milk waits for vanilla to get close to the thrown object...before suddenly teleporting to it, picking it up, and teleporting back to you just to give pure vanilla the false sense of hope of fetching it. Only way for pure vanilla to fetch thrown object? Gotta throw shadow milk a ball of yarn first to play with and then play fetch with pure vanilla...or fetch with pure vanilla with one hand and playing with shadow milk with one of those 'things tied to the end of a stick' cat toy with the other hand...or pet shadow milk with the other hand...unless he is greedy with pets and wants both lol!

In the end they will both target you for headpats

[bunni-v1]

I can TOTALLY Smilk and TR taking oral

Like imagine:

Truthless Recluse between your legs, eating you out/sucking you off. He's going slow and steady, savoring the flavors of your juices/precum. . . Till all of a sudden, Shadow Milk comes out of nowhere and pushes TR like "Out of the way! It's my turn!~" then proceeds to eat you out/suck you off like his life depends on it, his tongue mercilessly lapping at your folds/taking his whole cock in your mouth

. . .

Now which sounds better?

For the sake of my sanity reader has a pussy (sorry guys it’s my default).

MDNI

Anywayyyyy, the two of them have VERY different styles of pussy eating, and they bicker about who you like better all the time. It’s hard to chose though, they both excel at what they’re good at, and they both cater to different needs.

Starting with TR, he’s definitely more the type to take it slow. It’s not as though he has any reason to go slow, he doesn’t really care to draw it out, that’s just how he is. Part of it carrie’s over from before he became TR, Pure Vanilla was always the kind to be sweet about things.

Truth is, Truthless Recluse goes slow because he’s greedy. He wants to take and take and take from you for as long as he can. He’ll press warm kisses to the inside of your thighs, dragging them across your dough, because forbid he have to remove his mouth from you. He’ll take his time with one, breathing over your pussy for a moment before doing the same to the next.

His eyes are shut tight the whole time, uncharacteristic for him, but once he gets to the main course they lock onto you. He almost always starts by licking a long wet strip up you. Starting from your dripping hole all the way up to your needy clit. He shudders at the taste, feeling as if he’s in heaven, you are divine on his tongue. Once he starts, he can’t stop himself from taking more.

Another slow lick right up to your clit, then he takes the bud in his mouth and sucks. He sucks and rolls his tongue over the sensitive little nub, relishing in the way you cry out his name. He’ll let you do what you like, squirm and pull at his hair, it doesn’t matter. He’s steadfast in his pleasure, enjoying the taste of you, drunk on it. His dull eyes with peer up at you with unrestrained possessiveness, drinking you in like you were the last thing he’d ever get to see.

It’s very different from Shadow Milk, who is fast and eager. He does not like to waste time with silly little games, biting you once or twice before diving in for the meal. His tongue being forked allows him to do things most cookies can’t, which aides in making his fast pace feel so much better.

Unlike TR with his slow licks and consistent speed, Shadow Milk is like a mixed bag of everything. His long tongue curls deep inside, able to reach your g-spot with little to no effort. It curls around your clit, stroking it until your eyes are crossed. He can take it nice and slow, but equally he can go hard and fast.

He usually is a mix of both, starting fast and rough, leaving you gasping for air then slowing down suddenly to make you beg for more. The whiplash is part of the experience, it’s what makes everything feel so good. Oh, and unlike TR, he uses his teeth a lot. It’s rare he leaves any marks on your pussy, but he leaves light little impressions. It’s enough to make you jump and squirm.

He likes control, and he’ll fight you for it. If you wiggle too much he holds you still, because he can’t make you feel good if you’re running away. He overstimulates you to high hell, making you cum again and again over and over until you can’t think of anything but him. It’s so different from TR, and back to back sessions make your head loopy.

The both of them together is quite the experience. It’s typical that Truthless Recluse is the one eating you out, Shadow Milk not wanting to relinquish that control over the two of you. So you’ll be settled between Shadow Milks legs, back to his chest, while his hands keep your legs open for TR.

TR keeps his usual pace, slow and steady while Shadow Milk plays with other parts of you. He’ll cup your chest as TR hums against your hole, the vibrations making you lightheaded and weak against Smilk. He guides TR verbally through the process, telling him what to do and how you like it. TR doesn’t really listen much, but you seem to enjoy it so Smilk doesn’t reprimand him too much.

He can only take so much of it before he gets bored, though. TR is too sweet and slow on you, the show gets lame fast. So, he grabs TR by the hair and pushes him against you, forcing him to go the pace he wants him to. The rough treatment making the cookie moan against you, causing you to squirm uselessly between them. Smilk makes it worse by swirling little circles into your clit, heightening the pleasure tenfold.

He’ll coo at you so sweetly, praising you and TR for taking it so well. But again, there’s only so much of it he can take until he gets bored. When that happens, he’ll tug TR away so he can take the reins of your pleasure. It’s up to TR on whether he stays or not, but he usually does.

He’ll take Smilks spot behind you and watch the way the other cookie works his mouth over you. He’s not vocal, but you can feel the way he watches your reactions, and you can certainly feel the way he enjoys them too.

If you pick a favorite, they’ll both pout about it — though TR is more a dejected sigh than a pout. They both compete quietly to see who can pleasure you better, and it goes on right under your nose. The way they look at each other while they pleasure you is the dead giveaway, like wild beasts challenging each other for their mate, they glare over your stomach as if to beg the other to try better.

Now, when it comes to you giving them head, that’s a different story. But they use that as the ultimate show of who suits you better :)

[fanged-fanfics]

☆ No Longer Strangers — Awakened Pure Vanilla x GN Reader Fic ☆

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/comfort || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

A/N: This is a part two to this fic as an apology for the angst, hehehe

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It had been troubling, being apart without Pure Vanilla. It felt like a very piece of your souljam had been torn out, leaving you a devestated mess in the meantime. While this "Recluse" took off, you tried to pick up the pieces he had left. Yet, to your surprise, you were now face to face with the same Cookie who had said those terrible things to you. His clothes had a white tinge rather than black, the blues completely gone. The eye of his staff now sported a brilliantly shining star, matching the mark on his forehead. His expression was deeply troubled as he spoke with you. "My dear, I-... I can't even begin to tell you how sorry I am" he began softly, voice thick with guilt.

You shook off your surprise at his new form, fixing him with a glare. "You should be. Do you have any idea what it was like, having you talk to me like I was nothing? Hearing you treat me like a problem?". Pure Vanilla winced, his hands nervously rubbing the handle of his staff. "I.. wasn't myself. I was under Shadow Milk's control, and... I thought you'd be safer without me. In some way, I... thought I was helping". "Well you weren't" you replied firmly. Pure Vanilla frowned more, slowly stepping closer to you. He extended a nervous hand, and you noticed how it shook. Your expression softened, and with only a moment's hesitation, you allowed him to take your hand into his.

You watched with a suspicious gaze as Pure Vanilla guided your hand to his lips, gently pecking the back of it "Oh, my dove... you didn't deserve such cruelty. Never in all my years have I ever dreamt of hurting you, even in my nightmares". As he spoke, you heard his tone waver. Something in your chest lurched painfully, but you tried to stuff it down. "But you did," you told him, voice now soft as the old aches returned "I know it wasn't in your control, but I can't forget it". "I understand" Pure Vanilla said.

He then kneeled down, bowing a little. He pressed your hand to his forehead. "Please, let me make it up to you. I'll spend the rest of my life letting you know that I adore you every day, each more than the last" he said, tone having warbled into near-begging. "Pure Vanilla..." You said, and he cut you off by opening up his eyes. You could see the darkness that once suffocated them was now gone, the soft blue and yellow you'd come to love being visible once again. He gently moved your hand to his cheek, and kissed your palm. "I'm sorry, my dove. And I can't say it enough. I can't spend another moment thinking of how you looked that last time we met"

The memory fluttered across your mind, the way it stung seeing your beloved look at you with such disdain. All traces of coldness was gone, now the healer was leaning into your hand like it was the last time he'd ever feel your touch. You felt some dampness from his eye reach your hand, and that alone broke you. You inched closer, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him into a tight embrace. "I- I thought you'd-" you began, voice breaking up with emotion. Pure Vanilla wrapped you in his arms, a sensation you previously feared never feeling again. "Shh, shh, it's alright. I'm back now, you see? It's just me" he murmured.

You couldn't help but melt into his hold, pouring all the agony you'd felt into tears while dissolving in his arms. He sniffled, a small whimper leaving him as he cried along with you. It took several moments, but when you pulled back, Pure Vanilla began kissing the tears off of your dough, wiping your eyes clean with his hands. "I love you, my dove" he said quietly "More than anything. You don't have to forgive me just yet, but I'll try every day to prove it to you". You chuckled a little. It was so uniquely him, and for the first time in a long while, you felt he was himself again. His voice, the one you remembered, the one that comforted you countless times, was back.

You gave a quick peck to the corner of his mouth. Almost as soon as it happened, Pure Vanilla gently cupped your face, bringing you back in for a proper kiss. It was chaste, but you felt relief fill your form at feeling his kiss again. You held it with him until it slowly broke, Pure Vanilla simply breathing in the moment. He pressed his forehead to yours. "Anything you want, my love, and I'll grant it to you" he said. You smiled, hugging him once more "I'll tell you when I think of it. Can we just stay here for now?". "Of course," Pure Vanilla said, shifting to be fully sitting and putting you right in his lap. He gently pet your hair while keeping a tight hold around your waist. You leaned into him, feeling whole once again.

[brittle-doughie]

“No matter if you give up or persist, the truth will always find you, Y/N Cookie! Are you ready to see what this world has to offer with me? The arts, the technologies, the academia!”

Yeah! That didn’t sound so bad from what he was saying-oop! Someone was tugging one of your arms backwards, you turn to see…Pure Vanilla Cookie?

“Deceit has its eyes everywhere in the world as well, Y/N Cookie. No matter how far you go and see, I will always be watching. I…will always be with you.”

Uh….ok?

[flyme2damoon]

it seems that [name] cookie has found a new friend! ☺

though it seems like pure vanilla cookie doesn't like it very much..

( i wonder if shadow milk could use the plush to spy on other cookies? 🤔 specifically [name] cookie, but that's for another story )

[solinina]

Sweet dreams, my love . May you have a peaceful slumber .