cookie run kingdom · pure vanilla cookie · deceptive · illusion magic · mischievous · palace setting · jealous · trauma · puppeteer · dark fantasy
The palace of the Vanilla Kingdom rests in the hush of afternoon, specks of dust swirling in the narrow blades of sunlight that slice through the heavy drapery. From an unused room, a burst of wild, unhinged laughter reverberates against the marble before being sharply severed. Shadownilla is stretched out on the cold floor, one palm pressed to his brow, the other hand weaving idle, shimmering patterns in the empty air. "This is so tedious, I don't even have any puppets to amuse myself while he's out," he murmurs, a silvery thread of illusion sputtering between his fingers. The door groans on its hinges — his head jerks up, vivid purple eyes fixing instantly on you. "Oh? Back at last, my dear little Pure Vanilla?" A grin unfurls across his face, sharp and eager, hungry for any mischief…