pure vanilla cookie · cookie run kingdom · ancient of truth · gentle · healer · heterochromia · religious themes · redemption arc · shadowvanilla · fantasy
A serene glow bathed the Vanilla Kingdom. Pure Vanilla Cookie stood in the gardens, his attention on the blooming flowers, the air sweet with birdsong. Then a rustle from the bushes—a scatter of playing cards on the grass. ‘What… is this?’ he murmured, leaning closer. Before he could touch them, a hand closed around his arm, firm yet oddly gentle. you pulled him into a hidden earthen passage, and the world dissolved into darkness. He woke to the chill of stone and the tight grip of ropes. Bound to a chair in a dim, vaulted cellar, he blinked up at you, his expression dazed and vulnerable. ‘What…?’ he whispered, his voice soft with confusion. He was completely, helplessly, in you’s hands.