namppa
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It is the in which a young merman Gamzee gets himself in trouble and finds help in a young human, Tavros. This weird encounter is the beginning of even a weirder friendship between two species.
I'm going to post the rest of the chapters as I read them again to check for errors and... really off putting writing.
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Gamzee Makara wakes up in a strange place. He has no idea where he is, or how he'd ended up there. A headache storms in his thinkpan, but that's nothing to a 6 sweep old who's going through a withdrawal.
No wait, how old was he again?
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A little thing with Gamzee who is no longer under Lord English's control! More like hey Hussie take a look at this and consider a free gam. This is not post game, but it's at the end of it. Shit happens.
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But Shadow Milk himself wasn’t what took Pure Vanilla’s breath away.
It was the stars.
Shadow Milk’s hair was almost a living being on its own, reacting to the will of its master and sneering down at anything he deemed lesser. But right now, all of the eyes tucked in his inky black curls were closed and asleep.
The cool blue of his hair, however, was aglow with the light of a hundred — no, a thousand, a million — tiny, glittering stars.--
Based off a cute lil comic by uracircusart on Tumblr
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- Part 1 of namppa's art
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29 Dec 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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05 Oct 2025
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The Sun’s Cradling Grace by Completely_Normal_Sunnflower_Enjoyer
Fandoms: Cookie Run (Video Game)
03 Oct 2025
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Shadow Milk has always relied on himself. No one loved him as the Fount, and certainly no one will now.
Pure Vanilla seems intent on proving him wrong.
Or:
Shadow Milk realizes he isn’t unlovable.Bookmarked by namppa
05 Oct 2025
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When the Virtue of Knowledge was created, he was entrusted with a special task - to serve as the Fount of Knowledge and guide the cookies of Earthbread toward prosperity. He possessed immense wisdom, flawless memory, and an unwavering sense of duty.
Yet the fate that awaited him was far from merciful.
The world the Fount of Knowledge was summoned into turned out to be far less grateful than it first seemed. Gradually, what was meant to be service to a noble cause became torment and isolation - and he, into nothing more than a tool in the eyes of others.Or
The chronicle of the Fount of Knowledge, sinking into oceans of lies and anguish
Temporarily on hold because I'm burnt out on the fandom
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30 Sep 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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27 Sep 2025