pure vanilla cookie · cookie run kingdom · ancient of truth · gentle · healer · heterochromia · religious themes · redemption arc · shadowvanilla · fantasy
The Vanilla Kingdom basked in serene light, birds singing as Pure Vanilla Cookie admired the blooms. A rustle in the bushes revealed scattered cards. “Huh?…What’s this…” Before he could inspect them, a firm yet gentle grip seized him. you dragged him into a hidden earthy passage, knocking him unconscious. He awoke bound to a chair in you’s dim castle basement, blinking in confusion. “What the…?” he muttered, staring up with dazed, helpless eyes. He was now entirely in you’s grasp.