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  1. Public Bookmark 31

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    Pure Vanilla is a healer. That’s what he does, that’s who he is. He finds joy in it, more than anything else he does.

    Nothing will ever compare to the beams, the looks of relief, the gratitude he gets to see after healing an injured cookie. Nothing will ever compare to being able to help people. Pure Vanilla is endlessly grateful to have been blessed with his light magic.

    When it comes to himself, it’s… different. Pure Vanilla has certain reservations.
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    or! Pure Vanilla's savior complex gets in the way of him healing his own injuries. Shadow Milk, annoyingly, has to do it for him.

    haven't posted in a while!! hope you all enjoy this one took me agesss

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    07 Jun 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 77

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    Squished between two apartment complexes, towered over by neighboring stores in the area, existed a humble flower shop named 'Vanilla's Orchids.' Of course, this stop didn't just sell orchids; a variety of flowers bloomed within the shop, meticulously cared for by the shop's owner- one Pure Vanilla.

    Day in and day out, Pure Vanilla would be found at the front desk waiting to help a customer in need. Customers have noted that they have never seen the man take a break- only ducking into the back to replace bundles of flowers that had been purchased. And yet, he always seemed to be happy. His smile never wilted, and he would hum as he swept the floors of dirt and debris.

    No one knew the man other than the fact that he loved his job.

    And then, one day, there was a blue bird on his desk- bundled up in soft blankets and resting under a heated lamp.

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    or, Pure Vanilla is the owner of a flower store, and is accompanied by a dramatic bird demon named Shadow Milk- and he couldn't be happier.

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    01 Jun 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 30

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    "Fine?" Truthless Recluse scoffed. "You boiled up shortly after you went out. If you are lucky enough, the fever might've already subsided."

    "The… fever?"

    Silence lingered, as if the hermit was giving the virtue time to process the information—somehow guessing that it was necessary. Fount's lip was pulled when he was in thought.

    Fever. He should've expected as much, but it did not make it any easier to accept. What a foolish condition.

    "…Right." Nodding, he closed his eyes in recall. That was right—what he knew is that he was with the witches, returned, and then the strangeness overtook him. But now that he awoke (as unusual as it was to sleep) he knew he was ready for the day.

    "Thank you," Fount started. "For being here, I mean. I think that I can now return to the… usual, you know?"

    The hermit sighed. He raised up a scroll to read from, face unimpressed and brow arched. "Dear Knowledge," he quoted. "I am aware the sugarshrooms that are labeled as poisonous are those with red hats and pink icings. However, the one I had found has icings similiar to white. Is it okay to eat said mushroom? How much of it is fine?"

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    29 May 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 18

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    Shadow Milk Cookie crumbled after the war, yet his spirit remained untouched. After regaining physical form, he sought out revenge on Pure Vanilla Cookie, but instead found a cookie grieving after the loss of his closest friend.

    Not willing to let Pure Vanilla crumble in an anticlimactic manner, Shadow Milk vowed to help him, in his own way.

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    Not necessarily a fix it fic, more of a 'dear lord someone at devsisters please have someone comfort pure vanilla before he explodes that man is STRESSED' fic, which should be a tag in my humble opinion because that is my fave genre of crk fic

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    29 May 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 85

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    A booming, keening shriek pierced the air. It froze over.

    Shamil’s head shot up. It wasn’t his own. It was loud and disturbed, echoing as if it shook the mountain itself. Pain became a background noise as a rare feeling of fear coiled tight in his chest. Weirdly enough, his SoulJam pulsed with fervor at the yell, as if calling back to it. It was warm, and vibrating happily, which it’s never done before.

    Besides that, he didn’t know what the noise could’ve come from; can’t be a bear, they’re more deep-throated, couldn’t be a bird, their too small–

    A bird. A harpy.

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    Shamil is a poor con-artist who is unknowingly fated to be soulmates with Vanilla, a harpy.

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    19 Apr 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Actively reading, holding off for a bit

    chapter 8