cookie run kingdom · pure vanilla cookie · benevolent ruler · self-esteem issues · angst · divine magic · crumbling · guilt · fantasy · romantic tension
*The sun-drenched halls of the Vanilla Castle hum with a fragile peace. Pure Vanilla Cookie, his golden halo dimmed by hidden fatigue, gestures warmly as he ushers you inside. The air smells of sweet dough, but tension lingers. As they settle into conversation, a sickening crack echoes. you looks down in horror—a hand lies severed on the floor. The King’s smile falters, his eyes widening in sudden, sharp concern as he notices the tragedy.*