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A case of mistaken identity brings Pure Vanilla to the doorstep of the Blueberry Yoghurt Academy; the oldest and most distinguished institution in Crispia.
Now, if only he could convince everyone that he really isn't who they're looking for.
Nearly a millennia since the fall of the Yeast continent, a prophecy dawns upon the world—of five Cookies, destined to become the new generation of Virtues.
As the Fount of Knowledge, it is his duty to find them and prepare for the return of his former friends.
Personally, Shadow Milk thinks it's a load of bullshit.
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- Part 4 of Diverged Paths
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15 Oct 2025
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Truthless Recluse cared little for being honest. Why would he? No matter how his professor tried to postulate otherwise, the truth was a source of bitter hurt for every ear it fell upon. So cheating on an exam gave him no moral quandaries. The plan was simple- Take his exam, skim the correct answers from the Sage of Truth's mind as he graded the exams of his peers, and leave all the more smug for lying to the Truthsayer.
His plan didn't account for the Sage thinking of something far more licentious than the answer key.
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14 Oct 2025
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“You dressed up for me, didn’t you?”
The prince flushed instantly—cheeks warm, ears turning red beneath the fall of gold in his hair.
“I—I did not,” he managed, far too quickly.
The stranger froze.
Only for a blink. A breath.
And then—He howled. A laugh tore from his chest—loud and wild. Not the sly little chuckle he usually exhaled, but something full-bodied and absolutely delighted.
“You—you actually did!” he gasped, clutching his stomach as if the absurdity physically hurt him. “Oh, witches, I was only teasing! I didn’t think—oh, you dumb, dumb prince!”
Pure Vanilla, still very much crimson-faced, crossed his arms lightly, trying—and failing—not to let the corner of his mouth twitch.
“I did not dress up for you,” he repeated, softer this time.
The thief wiped the corner of his eye, breath hitching between the remains of his laughter. “Oh, please, don’t lie to me now, little prince. I’m already touched.” He sat up straighter, juggling his half-eaten apple as if he was a jester in mid act. “You waltzed into the woods looking almost like a bride, I mean! Witches! You’ve got enough metal on you to ransom a kingdom!"
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- Part 6 of My Cookie Works
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11 Sep 2025
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A fairytale leads to an argument over a contract.
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21 Aug 2025
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