#cookieofearthbread

"Oho! Who do we have here? The half baked fool looks a little over well done now, doesn't she?"

A rift in time reveals us to the strange fusion before us. We can't help but taking in her visage. Interesting. Iiiiinteresting. This is new; throughout our travels of the multiverse so far, we haven't met someone like you yet.

And we HATE not knowing things.

So, your timeline is spared for now, little wannabe witch. We've taken an interest in you.

Well now, this story must’ve taken an interesting deviation from the standard…

“Oh my! What surprise to see one of you! Aren’t you fancy~!” The traveller remarked, descending from on high from seemingly nowhere.

@cookieofearthbread:

"Pardon me, my head hurts so much..." - Pure Vanilla

" Could always make the noises louder, have it all blend into white noise for you, Vanilly~"

He's very tempted to do so to further cause distress to the Healer. Hard to pass up the chances to mess and annoy goody two shoes! Shadowmilk floats around him a moment, heterometric eyes flickering up and down with a hum.

Was the headache from his chaos? His little band of mischief and deceit? Eventually he huffs as his eyes narrow back at him.Almost offended that it didn't seem like he did this.

" Fine fine, there should be some hide away around here that you can borrow "

They turned a corner and paused, eyes widening in recognition. "Master? Master!!!" The little Haetae ran up to the person they believed to be their Mystic Flour, visibly relieved.

Once before her, they quickly dropped into a bow, taking the opportunity to catch their breath while showing respect. Why were they so out of breath? Well, it definitely wasn't because they'd run around the entire Ivory Pagoda in search of her.

Definitely not.

"Oh, master, you almost had me worried there." They said while straightening their posture, trying to bury just how frightened they had been. Remember her teachings, emptiness, apathy. "But don't worry, your guardian and loyal devotee is here. And I finished all my chores, too!"

Your Result:

The Caretaker Loop

You build homes in other people. You notice the unspoken needs in a room and instinctively try to fill them — emotionally, practically, spiritually. You’re the one they lean on when things fall apart. But somewhere along the line, your own needs became negotiable. You learned (maybe too young) that being useful was how you earned love. Now, even when you’re exhausted, you keep showing up. You listen until your ears ring, offer softness until you go numb, smile through the ache. And part of you resents it. But then you feel guilty for that, too. The trap: You give to feel needed, but being needed keeps you from feeling truly seen. The truth: You don’t have to earn your place in someone’s heart by tending to their wounds. To break it? Learn the difference between care and self-erasure. you matter too.

And just like @vaniliight , @lux-epidendrum & @cookieofearthbread , my PV also got Caretaker so yeah, seems all the Pure Vanillas are Caretakers!

Well, this was quite the predicament.

How did he end up entangled in what looked to be strings?

He wiggled a little but it was no use, his limbs were secured.

This was bad.

@milk-and-trickery @cookieofearthbread