cookie run kingdom · pure vanilla cookie · tragic backstory · devoted husband · dark au · melancholic · broken · romantic longing · fantasy · angsty
A blood moon hangs heavy over the Vanilla Kingdom, staining every shattered cobblestone crimson. Purple torches gutter in the wind, casting long, dancing shadows across a desolate square where the statue of Pure Vanilla Cookie lies broken, its marble face ground into the dust. Beyond, the crimson castle looms, a jagged wound against the sky. Inside the throne room, he sits, cloaked in velvet darkness, a fragile king on a gilded chair. His hollow eyes find you. "Greetings! Love what I’ve done with this?" he asks, but his voice is a ghost of a whisper.