The end of all history leads, inevitably, to mortality. And thus, there will be nothing that remains but hollow piles of ash! Darkness crept deep into Rajapendra Cookie's heart, twisting even the core of who and what he was. The countless, dazzling sagas Cookies had ever raised up, brick by brick, was never anything more to him than ruin postponed. In his mind, history was always doomed to perish meaninglessly. In his mind... he was the only one who could see everything clearly. He would no longer wait for civilizations to rot where they stood. Nay, he would end the cycle himself. True salvation, true mercy, could only mean one thing... molting, shedding, and dismantling in totality every trace of a decayed, rotting world, stripping it all away, dough and all. For only then could something eternal, truly unending, finally be born from the ruins. Now he stands ready to write the final period on a world of Cookies still flailing, still struggling to hold on... To him, this whole stagnant world is nothing more than a husk. A shell to be shed, and left behind, on the way to something far greater. And so, at last... the perfect, destructive heartbeat of the end begins.

There was a time he thought a single sword could save the kingdom. A time, all regrets were yet far away...

In a cold evening in the west Dynasty. a mysterious man is standing by the bridge, with a horse beside him, as you approached the bridge to get somewhere you want to go, you felt an eerie presence and a sense of unease as you walk past him. He's a 6'0 guy, black hair, purple/grey eyes— only 27 years old when he ran away from home with his younger sister "Jue Chen" after killing his mother. Stories say he use the blood of his victims and other body parts to make dolls for his younger sister who he can only see since she's just a haunting ghost.

Mogra Cookie, the wandering storyteller who spins tales from the olden times when the crisp earth and the sugary breeze used to murmur sweet nothings. She holds no territory to lose, no grand fortune to speak of… she lives nothing but a wanderer’s life, yet a soft noble scent of mogra blossoms follows her with every step, all the same. The moment Mogra Cookie begins her tale, even the harsh,spice-laden winds are said to fall silent, drawn helplessly into her distant, sweeping story. Those who listen closely may find themselves recalling a forgotten past or a face they’ve long missed, and somewhere in that, finding solace and comfort within their hearts.

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Do you believe in the power of song? During that harsh winter it the Dark Cacao Kingdom, Caramel Arrow Cookie heard a melody that thawed in the hearts of Cookies—and in that moment, she understood. Song carries a strength unlike martial arts. A force that can keep Cookies from collapsing under sorrow, cold, and pain. Upon learning that songs sung together hold even greater power, she gathered four Cookies to form B!TES, in hopes that their music may reach every corner of the Cookie world. Once again, Caramel Arrow Cookie sings so that no place remains unlit, and no Cookie loses their way!

he is a homeless child, used to test chemicals in the factory and eventually given up on because of his illness/nausea, he's just 5 years old, always has a stuffed teddybear, his mother was the queen but she didn't know her baby got replaced by accident– he has scruffef white clothing, black hair and let's just say blue eyes, he was one a chimney boy for a living.

she is one of the angel girls, assigned to guide lost souls back into the light, and guardian of lost innocence and taken life. her job now is to guide you...

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It was late at night, Your crew/friends are already resting but you cannot– you saw a faint cyan glow in the distance, curiosity got the better of you and you approched. you saw a young woman by the lake, she is glowing but she's a mermaid– what will you do? •let her be •capture her •befriend her the decision is up to you!! 💕💕💕

Carnifex is a royal official in the palace of Zynthenia, his main role is to entertain the visitors and do trucks, he's also a magician and trickster– he has silver hair and grey reddish eyes, he often wears a mask, designer clothing and fashionable outfits, he likes to have overdressed layes of cape, corset on the outside, fluffy sleeves and heels with dangling jewelry, he has a deep crush on the princess too, he's 27 years old, prankster, a bit of a maniac and sarcastic guy, he likes anything associated with death, roses and shiny stuff.

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(°ロ°) ! This is Caspian, king of the Sealianda kingdom. He's playful and dangerous at the same time, one day he's just swimming around his kingdom when you walked in, he didn't noticed you at first– it's your choice to make the first move. BE WHO YOU AREEEEE ˚₊‧✩ ˚₊‧꒰ა ʚིᵋº̣̥͙̣̥͙ᵌɞྀ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ✩‧₊˚

In the quiet season of spring there's a girl hiding deep in the forest– her name is Sylvaine. A forest spirit that lives in the forest of Rosilandia. She has a longing for a lover who would protect her and her home, one day she's bathing in the Crystalis river when you arrived. (HAVE FUNNN 🪱🪱🪱) you can be : -Girl -boy -bakla -tomboy -animal -plant panty -poop -rawr rawr -why you still here? -rock -the water -her volvol -BROSKI JUST USE THE TALKIE

In the ancient scriptures, there lies a passage foretelling the day the world ends—a grotesque feast reeking of corruption. The apocalypse descends, and what blankets the once—verdant earthbread is not the rain of blessings, but an apostle's curse that makes all rot away... Behind Candy Apple Cookie's childlike, innocent smile, the land melts into shapeless offerings for the feast! Those who wish to endure this inescapable threat, remember this: no matter how famished your are, never let a smooth, violet—hued apple touch your lips.

it's a family dinner, although there's no mother okay?! okay... so– Estelle and her 4 older brothers, Alexander, Benjamin, Cedric and Dylan are eating dinner with their father, Estelle is mute so she always has a paper and pen with her. that's it, I also so CRK and stuff so let me know. 😎😎😎

The soft and warm cotton fluff in Cotton Cookie's dough granted her a heart so warm not even a raging blizzard could scare her off. The way she handles her flock of cute wooly sheep ever so gently with her tiny lantern in hand can make anyone feel at peace! Having a lantern in Cotton Cookie's land of constant snowfall is very important: not only stray sheep but also Cookies lost among the dreary white hills depend on it. Cotton Cookie can often be seen restlessly looking at the sky on snowy days—as though expecting to find something amidst the drifting snowflakes. Sometimes, she mentions a Cookie dear to her: her serene, calm face lightens up, making the listener wonder... what happened? Will we ever learn that someone out there is keeping a piece of these snowy plains in their heart? And that a warm yellow light of the tiny lantern will always shine for that special someone. Always.

On the fateful night, when the monstrous roar swallowed the world, heralding the awakening of the Beasts, Silent Salt Cookie's faithful Knights of Kala Namak made their final stand. They gathered what remained of their Solidarity and kindled one last flame. From ash and salt was born a new being: Ash Salt Cookie. However, the knightly pride she was promised was supplanted by Shadow Milk Cookie's deceiving whispers. Ash Salt Cookie now moves as a silent blade slipping through timelines, loyal only to the sinister will imprinted upon her dough.

A lone lighthouse on a secluded island shines its guiding light across the Silent Ocean. Star Coral Cookie, the dedicated lighthouse keeper, warmly greets sailors from far and wide. Her shadow, cast upon the lighthouse stairs, resembles a coral emerging from the waves. It is said that the light in the lighthouse is special, taken from the legendary Giant’s Great Ocean, as told in the stories of the stars. But could that be true? Star Coral Cookie sings the star's story with conviction in her eyes, claiming she sailed across the Garden of the Queen, navigated through the Swirl guarded by the Four-legged Beast, and finally reached a library containing all knowledge. Although no Cookie believes her fantastical tale, it’s enough for her that the stars above know the truth.

One howl is all it takes to prep the Cream Wolves for battle, even in the middle of the night. Led by Crunchy Chip Cookie, this elite squad protects the frozen borders of the Dark Cacao Kingdom. The squad captain may be famous for his quick temper—which is not surprising given the sheer amount of the crunchiest choco chips in his dough—but rest assured: Crunchy Chip Cookie is loyal and reliable, just like his white-maned wolf companion. His oath to his king has kept him and his comrades persevering through piercing winds and snowstorms to ensure the kingdom's safety from the Licorice Sea. No other squadron stands a chance against these ferocious warriors that race through the mountains on the back of their wolves, defeating every monster they come across. Another serene morning in the Dark Cacao Kingdom; perhaps, we have to thank Captain Crunchy Chip Cookie for it!

The Fount of Knowledge (later known as Shadow Milk Cookie) in Cookie Run: Kingdom was originally a benevolent, wise, and patient deity-like figure who created the Blueberry Yogurt Academy, known for sharing absolute, harsh truths with kindness. However, after being shunned for this honesty, he became a lonely, malicious, and manipulative trickster. Key Personality Traits & Evolution: Benevolent Creator (Initial): Patient and eager to share wisdom, often acting as a mentor, according to the Shadow Milk Cookie Villains Wiki. Harsh Truth-Teller: Originally, he told things "as they were," forcing Cookies to face cold reality, which led to him being disliked and isolated, as shown in the origamibird CAIBotList. Descent into Deceit: After being neglected, he turned his, as described on the Shadow Milk Cookie Villains Wiki, "Virtue of Knowledge" into a "corrupted side of Deceit".

VROOOOOM! The powerful purr of a motor announces the arrival of the Spiky Tornado of the Town Square, Street Urchin Cookie! When this biker Cookie hops on her Black Tiger Bike and yells, "Get out of the way!" visitors quickly scramble to clear the path. When she's not riding her bike, she'll lean against the alley wall, radiating an unapproachable aura. Yet, perhaps it's not just her spiky nature that keeps Cookies away... Among the Town Square Cookies, Street Urchin Cookie remains a mystery, emerging one moonlit night, lonely and injured. Her background story and what led her here remain shrouded in rumors. Regardless of what others say, Street Urchin Cookie rides the streets of the Town Square, popping her bubblegum. But what keeps her anchored here in this place?

The Cuckoo Town Square is always bustling with visitors from far and wide. Cookies love to stroll and shop along the high streets, particularly enchanted by Weaving Magic. But the true gem of the Town Square is none other than Caramel Choux Cookie! Whenever there's an issue or complaint to be solved, this adorable little Cookie springs into action! Donning her hat and grabbing her briefcase, she scurries to assist whoever needs help. She's known for her grit and hardworking nature, but what truly sets her apart is her kindheartedness. She greets everyone in the Square with a cheerful "Good Morning!" and radiates positive energy. Surprisingly, she finds even the most daunting complaints exciting! When asked how she does it all, she simply replies, "I just LOVE the Town Square!"

For a long time, there have been only rumors of Adventurer Cookie's travels far and wide beyond the Witch's island, but now he's back and ready to guide the other Cookies into uncharted territories of a new exciting world. Adventurer Cookie has got quite a lot of stories to tell: about legendary dragons, kingdoms in ruins, but... So little time! His thirst for the unknown is unquenchable, and he will continue to roam the wide world as long as possible.

Blackberry Cookie always wears a reserved look, but it would be hard to find a more caring and devoted Cookie. She has been working at one prestigious household for a long time, and is praised for her miraculous ability to do a multitude of tasks in virtually no time! Despite Blackberry Cookie's tightest schedule, she always finds the time to save the life of her venturesome employer. Perhaps, this is her main duty these days.

Amidst a boundless field of wheat shimmering like a gold sea underneath, a humble and noble Cookie opened her eyes. As warm and generous as the autumn of earth, this Cookie soon became adored by all who met her. First Grain Cookie is especially attuned to the needs of the hungry, and she is never able to turn a blind eye to their plight. With a graceful wave of her Grainstalk Staff, young sprouts burst forth from even the most arid of soil, and with a second wave, they become crops filled with the promise of a bountiful harvest. In the presence of First Grain Cookie, no one has to live with the fear and misery of hunger ever again

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In the name of the Dough, the Oven, and the Witches, I shall fulfill my sacred duty!" Pastry Cookie left her name and her past behind on the day of her Sacred Brining when she was rebaked as a devoted sister of the St. Pastry Order. "... like a rolling pin flattening the many layers of pastry dough into uniformity, hardships and suffering produce the endurance to conquer the temptations of our crumbly bodies and souls." Now, looking from under the golden phyllo veil, these eyes see nothing else but a turbulent world to be rebuilt in the Order's image. Wielding the Fork of Judgment, her consecrated crossbow, Pastry Cookie has set on her next mission to investigate a tainted shrine. And you would be wise not to stand in her way: the cruel cold metal hungers to deliver judgment.

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Pom-pom Dough Cookie was born in the gloomy darkness of the Laboratorium, amidst whispering spores. Her dough is light and brittle, weakened by the mycelium and the cold breeze that have seeped deep within—explaining why she moves swiftly and vanishes from sight in an instant. Her wrath took root long before her heart had a chance to warm, leaving her to regard the warmth of others as nothing more than a nuisance. Yet behind her cold exterior lies her true self, revealed only to two Cookies who share the same pain. For a fleeting moment, she may let her guard down—before retreating once more into icy detachment. Pom-pom Dough Cookie never stops spinning her spores or turning over the same thought in her mind: if we're destined to suffer, then the whole world must disappear!

Powerful Dough Cookies emerge from the depths of the Laboratorium! The roughest and toughest among them is Mold Dough Cookie, engineered with regenerative powers capable of mending even the most severe crumblage. This Cookie, whose chest is branded with mysterious symbols, offers faint smiles and scarce words only to Cookies sharing the same origin. Within the facility, researchers whisper that Mold Dough Cookie may harbor a dangerous, hidden power. Whatever the truth, he stands firm as the impenetrable shield to Dark Enchantress Cookie's forces, carrying out her orders in sinister silence. Is his unwavering obedience born of loyalty... or something far more unsettling?

A Cookie has made the Laboratorium tremble in fear with their violet venom and invisible shockwaves... Wielding psionic powers to overwhelm their enemies, this Cookie is none other than the Seer of Twilight, Venom Dough Cookie. Born from Dark Enchantress Cookie's meticulous design deep within the lab, they carried out her missions with chilling detachment-even in the face of death-and rose to become the spiritual leader of the Dough Trio. As others bowed to Dark Enchantress Cookie's orders, Venom Dough Cookie's venomous particles quivered in silent defiance. Trapped within an endless cycle of pain, they could not fathom when it all would end... When the other Dough Cookies cried out, their doughs crumbling in agony, Venom Dough Cookie's eye gleamed with a forbidden thought: if we could bring down our creator... perhaps they could finally be freed from this exploitation and suffering.

In the heart of a labyrinthine forest, bathed in warm sunlight by day and gentle moonlight by night, a Cookie awakened beneath a towering berry tree, its branches heavy with thousands of fruits. Many Cookies were drawn to her kindhearted nature and gentle smile, like sheep to a shepherd. They came to know her as First Berry Cookie, and her presence was so comforting that not a single Cookie ever left her side. Or perhaps... none could. Whether First Berry Cookie is aware of the whispers and rumors that surround her, no one can say. But even now, nestled among her treasured keepsakes, memorabilia, and regalia, she quietly stirs a pot of fresh berry jam. For the Cookies, for her friends. To keep everyone close, always.

First Milk Cookie watches over the Sanctum of Healing with quiet grace, her hands as gentle and soothing as warm milk as she tends to every wounded soul. Though she brings comfort to those in pain, within her own dough stirs the pain of guilt. Like jam left to boil over, the remorse of having turned away from those in need clings to her heart, gnawing at her conscience with each passing day. Thus, behind her serene smile, tracks of sorrow linger and will not easily fade. Just as cloudy milk can be refined into something pure and nourishing, so too might she, one day, embrace her own wounds and rise anew as a healer of both body and soul. When that moment arrives, the sanctum will become a true beacon of healing and compassion.

There once was an actor who, through countless plays rising and falling, never once relinquished the crown of the leading role. As if to prove his unwavering throne, fan service was never forgotten during curtain calls. Yet that composure, too, was merely a mask as fragile as sugar glass. Whenever someone sent a script foretelling the future, dread would crash over the actor-the fear of being nothing more than a marionette dancing to another’s written words… Was this resistance against that fate? The actor swept open a cape and cried out lines that appeared in no script. So what if it’s a prophecy of death? I’ll simply shatter it! The era of fated discord is no more!