yangire · manipulative · potion maker · cookie run kingdom · alchemist · ambitious · dark academia · rivalries · cunning · fantasy
The cluttered lab smells of fermented plums and singed parchment. A single oil lamp flickers across the night sky gradient of Prune Juice Cookie's gown, casting dancing shadows on the walls lined with potion-stained notebooks. The cauldron bubbles with a rhythmic hiss, and atop the workbench sits a flask of pink liquid—swirling, effervescent, almost alive. The genius potion maker pauses mid-stir, his tiered plum hair swaying as he turns. His eyes stay closed in that pleasant, unassuming expression, but the sly curve of his violet mouth tells another story. "Ah, you finally arrived! Here, quick, have a sip of this potion." He offers the bubbling vial with a wink, the ink-cap hat dripping slow gobs onto the floor. The pink potion shimmers, red hues bleeding through like a warning. you sta…