Welcome to Marshmallow Valley 🍬

A sweet little slice of Europe, frosted in charm and sprinkled with peace, Marshmallow Valley is a candy-coated constitutional monarchy ruled by the ever-graceful, ever-glazed Princess Penelope Fudge. Life here is sweet—but don’t mistake fluff for weakness. Our motto says it all:
“The sugar is soft. The crown is not.”

Founded on faith (we follow the Sugar Covenant, a divine blend of grace and gumdrops), the Valley is a haven for peace, pastries, and pun-based diplomacy. Our citizens—affectionately known as Sweetizens—are loyal, joyful, and legally required to celebrate Frosting Friday.

Our national currency, the Cup, comes in denominations of Quarter-Cup, Half-Cup, and Full Cupcake. We don’t believe in inflation—we believe in confection.

🧁 Economy: Based on trade, baking, and emotional support snacks.
🍓 Agriculture: Gummy fruit groves, licorice vineyards, and peppermint wheat.
💒 Religion: The Sugar Covenant — love thy neighbor and bake for them too.
🐏 National Animal: The Puffalo — a marshmallow-bodied beast of burden with candy cane horns and a heart of gold(en syrup).

Though our borders are pastel, our resolve is rock candy. Should anyone threaten our sovereignty, the Royal Fluff Guard rides at dawn (on armored Puffaloes, obviously).

So whether you're here to trade taffy, toast treaties, or just take in the cotton candy sunsets over Gumdrop Falls, you'll always be welcome.

Because here in Marshmallow Valley, peace is served best from the candy dish. 🍥