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"I won’t make a deal,” Pure Vanilla says, plain and simple. “Not unless I understand every word of it. Not unless I believe it fair. And not if the price is someone else’s pain.”
“You dare to set your terms,” The fae murmurs, his voice no longer playful. “You sit in my ring, in my garden, and you deny me?”
Pure Vanilla meets his gaze, calm and clear. “Yes.”
The fae snarls.
“I could kill you,” the fae whispers. “Slit you open like a fruit. Spill your mortal heat onto my garden and let the flowers drink your heart."
“You could,” Pure Vanilla agrees mildly. “But I’m told human meat is stringy, and frankly, I’m not sure I’d make a good stew.” He takes another small bite of rice, chews serenely. “Besides, isn’t that just a myth? You lot eating people.”
“You’re testing me,” The fae snaps. “I should curse your tongue to rot in your mouth. I should blight your precious village until even the stones forget your names.”
“Can’t,” Pure Vanilla says lightly, tapping the side of his riceball with one finger. “You’d need my true name. And I’m fairly certain you don’t have it.”
The fae curses.
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- Part 2 of My Cookie Works
- Part 1 of Pureshadow fae au
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07 Feb 2026
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“And your name?” The fae asks, a hand held out, his voice so kind and sweet that Tommy nearly forgets himself, forgets the warnings he’s been given.
He opens his mouth to answer, then shuts it just as quickly.
“Uh.” Tommy says, like a fool. Now that was close. Too close.
(Or, a story in which Tommy has always been too curious for his own good.)
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04 Mar 2025
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I actually discovered ao3 through the original past the yellow flowers fanfic. I greatly adore the premise and was super hyped to see it be reworked. Its so good please read it <3
Also correction on the tag reader is going to explode spontaneously from sheer joy over this fic if he hasnt already
Sircantus i am eating your work btw
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25 Jan 2026
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The guard stared at him for a moment, blue eyes blown wide behind his mask.
It was then the Pythia looked down at the hand outstretched between them. The prosthetic was made of intricately carved metal, covered in vines and flowers twisting together with the shimmer of enchantments reflecting in the purple glow.
And although the guard’s sleeve was covering his wrist, he knew that in the place where metal met flesh, there was a pair of dark angel wings tattooed on his skin.
He was right. This wasn’t a real guard.
This was a Deathling.
or, Wilbur is an oracle known as the Pythia, chosen to receive dreams of the future from the goddess Clara. One day, he receives a dream warning him that during a ball Emperor Schlatt is hosting, the Deathlings—terrorists who worship the goddess of Death—will launch an attack. When his warning goes ignored, he knows there's going to be consequences.
He doesn't expect one of those consequences to include him getting kidnapped by a teenager.
aka, a cyberpunk fantasy fusion au with lots of religious trauma
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- Part 2 of sleepyhead
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Bookmarked by 0nullpunkt
07 May 2024
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This is by far my favorite fanfic ive read and it pushed me into finally getting an account for ao3. Started reading it while it was being written and the suspense i tell you. Love it <3
Oh also all of the little details and foreshadowing and everything> im going to gnaw on the pages. I am eating your work bonesandcacti. It will be eaten.
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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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Bookmarked by 0nullpunkt
10 Apr 2025
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JAMBOUNDDDDDDD. Im so normal about it just ask my friends how normal i am about it im normal i swear