Nothing Plain About Vanilla

After a fight between Dark Enchantress cookie and the Witch went south, the good cookies of Earthbread have found themselves a bit. Displaced. Experiencing things a bit differently than before, the once-a-cookie, Pure Vanilla, is left to wander and pick up where he's left off. Once he... figures out where his friends are in this new world. Oh dear...

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cookieofdestiny​:

“Really? As you should know… Just because something is beautiful… Doesn’t mean it’s not cruel… After all, they can co-exist with each other.” Pomegranate responded, fiddling with the mirror in her hand, as she continued to coldly stare at Pure Vanilla.

“… I’m merely following the great Dark Enchantress and fulfilling her vision, even if it means following her to the bitter ends and crumbling myself to bring forth her dream… After all, she knows the truth about our existence… So… Tell me Pure Vanilla… If we are striving for the same thing, then why were we created?”

Mmmh... asking the heavy questions. He shouldn’t expect any less from Pomegranate and her friends, and Pure Vanilla couldn’t simply tiptoe on eggshells forever.

“In that lies the problem. Dark Enchantress cookie has gone too far... I am... now aware of that particular why. But that is not the purpose we have to adhere to. We are who we make ourselves to be, and I can only imagine the pain that truth brings, but you-- all of us-- should take measures to not continue that pain. 

You do not need to crumble yourself for Dark Enchantress’ wishes, and she needs to see that that is not the path she wants to take. She won’t listen to me... but maybe if you see that this is unwise, she will listen to you?”

[batterjudgement]

panko-umeboshi​:

It was a nice day out indeed, though Lavender Cookie thought it could be a little cooler than it was currently. She’s lucky that her dough couldn’t melt away, but she did have to switch out her sweater for a simple, short-sleeved t-shirt for comfort’s sake.

She had just started her journey from her campsite/building site to the pond she liked fishing out of, just across the meadow that Solomon had found himself in. Lavender had a dinky little fishing rod slung over one shoulder and her teddy bear tucked under her other arm while she went her merry way, humming to herself with her eyes closed and her ears on high alert. The bear-cookie truly thought that this would be a normal trip to the fishing pond, just like all of the ones she took before.

But suddenly, the ground rumbled below her. Lavender’s eyes snapped open, her body refusing to move in any way except for searching for the source of the sudden earthquake. There, right there, was a being wandering through the meadow, much too tall to be a cookie or a wild beast. She watched as he shed his robes and sat down on the grass, manipulating the wildflowers into some kind of… she couldn’t make out just what the being was making from where she stood.

Lavender Cookie couldn’t begin believing what she was seeing if she tried. ‘G-Giants aren’t s-supposed to be r-real,’ she thought to herself. She squinted and tilted her head, trying to figure out what she was supposed to do and if what she saw was even real before she decided on a course of action.

Keeping her caution and armed with nothing but that dinky little fishing rod and perhaps a friend to die with should things go south, Lavender’s legs carried her as fast as they could while she made her approach. As stupid as such a decision was, she had to see if the sun was playing tricks on her or if Pure Vanilla Cookie was as real as he could be.

The staff caught the movement, no matter how tiny it was. A bird could escape it here and there- that was just a bird, and it was generally Black Raisin’s crows meandering about as they do, but this was different, this was... The orchid squinted, a leafy ‘arm’ rubbing beneath a lid before it popped open wide. Oh, a cookie? Here?

“Hmmm?” Solomon’s raised his head from his work, tilting it one way, before turning to settle his blind attention onto the worries his magic staff had warned him of.

“Oh... how peculiar. I wasn’t expecting-- hoohoo. We were so small...” Slowly, Pure Vanilla turned about to look to the Lavender Cookie scurrying towards him like a precious little mouse.

“Hello- where are we off to in such a hurry?”

[batterjudgement]

@panko-umeboshi

In Pure Vanilla Cookie’s need to wander, the healer eventually found himself in a meadow just outside the skirts of the kingdom he was currently residing at. Not his own-- it was in the midst of being rebuilt after being left to ruin over the past many, many years.

He wasn’t needed for that, Solomon was no builder, but he did feel like he made waves when it came to destroying.

But! Right now was not the time to reflect on the past, but bathe in the sun and enjoy the warmth it brought. There was hardly a cloud in the sky, and Solomon had to shrug off the too-thick layers of the robes he often wore, letting it pool around him instead. His staff remained standing by itself, ever alert even if the vanilla fella wasn’t currently. 

A number of flowers sat in his lap, woven and tied together to make an... admittedly... very shoddy flower crown. He was doing his best though! And that’s all that matters.

[batterjudgement]

RP Starter?

((If anyone is interested in RPing with Pure Vanilla Cookie, feel free to like this post and I’ll work on a starter for us 0v0))

[batterjudgement]

Tell us about a small, passing relationship your muse has with someone in their everyday life. Are they on a first name basis with their barista? What about the busdriver?

"Passing relationship... so not a friend I hold dear? Well, that's easy! I know every cookie, like! ........!! ............................................;;;;;;"

Oh no, he doesn't know every cookie.

He needs to go out and know every cookie.

[batterjudgement]

((Repeatedly opens cookie game until it gives me Dark Cacao Cookie content.))

[braisinlydelicious]

A few days of wandering and she hadn't seen anyone. It suited her just fine usually but now it was becoming more eerie.

"There's nothing to be afraid in the shadows... but this silence? There could be plenty." The last thing she needed was a cake hound getting the jump on her. Though that would be difficult with her crows around.

"Here, have the rest." Her crew was not as vast as before, but the few that had made their way to her she kept fed with her last bits bread. They ate as she pet their backs, which also served as a way to check them over to make sure they were fine. Much like herself, they weren't always forthcoming with injuries.

Speaking of... it seemed the bandage on her wing became loose again. Each time she got a little better with the placement - using her hand, teeth, and sometimes taloned foot to get the job done. Whatever kept the thing in place so it wouldn't bug her as much.

Next order of business would be to find more food...

[batterjudgement]

braisinlydelicious​:

The way he spoke of the storm… what she would give to let go and ride with it. But she had seen too many thunderstorms to fully enjoy the sunny days. Though he did have a point about the sound of rain - that was always soothing. He always knew where to find the sun.

Maybe not in this case. He wasn’t exactly the type to want to do battle.

“Well…” As he continually dragged her kicking and screaming into the softer areas of how life could be. She had learned to just go with it and even though it was frustrating at times, she did find she was better off for it later on. “I will admit it is nice to let out frustrations… it’s cathartic in a way. I suppose.”

“That works! Perhaps a friendly spar! Golden Cheese and Dark Cacao did that occasionally.” Well, maybe it was less than friendly sometimes. Golden had a wonderful way of getting under one’s skin. “Hollyberry was a wonderful partner to go toe to toe with though. Not that I ever did.” He placed a hand to his chest, giving a light laugh, “But she was wonderful with a compliment, always marveling at everyone’s strengths. It did wonders in raising moral, and almost left me wanting to step into the ring just to get a good word in from her!” 

Raising a hand, Solomon gave Ray a gentle bop of his fist to her good arm. Well, the only arm she had. “Maybe at some point you can show me a little... one, two!! And I can help with any frustrations?”

More than likely he would blow away like a leaf on the wind, but he’d still offer anyway!

[batterjudgement]

Can they leave their work at the door (disconnect from ‘work mode’ and enter ‘home mode’) or do they carry it with them wherever they go? (from @panko-umeboshi)

"Ahhh, hmmmn." Pure Vanilla waved one hand around, making a sound in his throat as he bumbled through trying to settle on a yes or no to that.

"Iiii... suppose. I do. Bring work home-- when there is a lot of work. I remember the time leading up to the Dark Flour War I..." Solomon's voice traveled off as he seemed to immediately lose steam for that conversation.

"Iiii~! remember Black Raisin's village!" A better topic, still hard! Less hard than the prior one though, "Everyone was always in need of aid. Crumbling simply felt like a constant, so many cookies in pain, so many in need." He slowly turned his staff between his fists, causing the pupil within the flower to spin. The little leafy 'arms' there held its 'head' to try and stop the spinning before it waved at Solomon to stop this spinning.

Sorry!

"Well, to leave a long story short, sometimes work didn't stop until I was. Keeling over. Black Raisin doesn't allow me to do that anymore, but we're in better times now! So my healing is not needed to religiously now."

[batterjudgement]

What’s something your muse has done, in canon or in a thread, that just makes you Love ThemTM?

((I enjoy that PV is very wise but also a bit of a space case. I enjoy all the kindness and care he brings to everyone around him, and how well read and has a drive to learn more (To a degree, before he backs down when he realizes things have gone too far) but is also completely. Dense. At times.))

[batterjudgement]

What is their pain tolerance like - and if it’s high, how did it get to be that way?

Solomon poked himself, brows knitting with a lopped smile.

"Iiii couldn't call my pain tolerance high, I think my tolerance is about average. Hmm... I think Hollyberry may call it low though. And... perhaps even Golden Cheese. Dark Cacao even if given the chance to answer...." Solomon placed a knuckle to his lips, coming to realize there may be quite a few who would say his tolerance was low. "...Ah! White Lily would say otherwise though. She is very wise, so I'd have to say it isn't."

[batterjudgement]

Is conflict something to be avoided at all costs, or does it sometimes have to happen?

"I would like to believe it can be avoided... I believe an eye for an eye causes the world to go blind, and that a fist can be met with an open palm-- but I also understand that. At times... that can be a fool's belief, and a position of privilege not all are privy to. But... my magic is not meant for harm! And regardless of nuance, I will avoid it at all costs. Others may choose to do otherwise and that is their right to do so."

[braisinlydelicious]

A few days of wandering and she hadn't seen anyone. It suited her just fine usually but now it was becoming more eerie.

"There's nothing to be afraid in the shadows... but this silence? There could be plenty." The last thing she needed was a cake hound getting the jump on her. Though that would be difficult with her crows around.

"Here, have the rest." Her crew was not as vast as before, but the few that had made their way to her she kept fed with her last bits bread. They ate as she pet their backs, which also served as a way to check them over to make sure they were fine. Much like herself, they weren't always forthcoming with injuries.

Speaking of... it seemed the bandage on her wing became loose again. Each time she got a little better with the placement - using her hand, teeth, and sometimes taloned foot to get the job done. Whatever kept the thing in place so it wouldn't bug her as much.

Next order of business would be to find more food...

[batterjudgement]

braisinlydelicious​:

“Solomon!” Black feathers puffed up as she spun to see him while the rest of her ‘clan’ ate away without much care. How’d he get the drop on her like that? Especially with Dewdrop with him. Then again… sometimes she thinks her friendly flock indulges in the enjoyment of seeing her off a step. They don’t mean it maliciously, but their mischievousness couldn’t help but poke at her rigidity.

“Well…” With a sigh and a few stretches her wings smoothed back out again, “..besides the 'calm before the storm’… many thoughts linger. Silence makes them worse - but that’s not of worry now.” Her eyes scanned around them before falling back to her friend. “And what have *you* been up to?”

“There is always going to be a storm, my friend, and there will always be a calm between each. It’s simply the eb and flow of how weather works. Maybe we can find a way to make even the storm something to enjoy. I quite like the smell of the air before and after, and the sound it makes on rooftops.” Solomon held onto his staff and leaned against it, smile a touch lopsided.

“Unless you mean the concern for being attacked by some terrible something or other... which I guess there isn’t much positive to that. Is there something one would like about being attacked?” The vanilla cookie rubbed at his chin in thought, drawing out a long thinking sound.

Give him a moment. He’ll swing this in a positive light somehow.

Somehow.

Just... One moment...

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BatterJudgement -Single Muse  -Canon -Pure Vanilla Cookie (Cookie Kingdom) -Canon Divergent (AU in which the cookies are now in the Witche’s world due to Shenanigans)

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Headcanon/Development Questions

If asked today, would your muse say they were happy? How long have they been happy?

Your muse has to share something that’s hard for them to talk about. What is the biggest thing they don’t want to say aloud/admit? What makes it hard for them to say it?

Name one line in the sand your muse has. Tell us one way someone can go ‘too far’.

Is conflict something to be avoided at all costs, or does it sometimes have to happen?

Would your muse use the word ‘brave’, about themselves? Should they?

What’s one of the bravest things your muse has done? Did they consider it brave?

Your muse is trying to calm down/unwind after a long, bad day in a hotel room/out of state, away from family and friends and most of their things. What do they do?

What does kindness look like, to your muse?

Does your muse think an action has to be intentional and malicious, to be cruel?

What’s something they’ve mildly been afraid of before? Not a huge trauma, something small?

Can they leave their work at the door (disconnect from ‘work mode’ and enter ‘home mode’) or do they carry it with them wherever they go?

The last thing your muse has been annoyed about?

What’s something your muse has done, in canon or in a thread, that just makes you Love ThemTM?

What does your muse like about [character name]?

What is their pain tolerance like - and if it’s high, how did it get to be that way?

Would they stop to help if someone needed help, in the street?

What’s something about the way your muse ‘helps’ that might be different from how someone else would help? What in particular about their style of ‘help’ is different/unusual? 

If their neighbour was sick and asked them to do some small household task, does your muse do the household task and leave or do they Offer More?

What’s a fail-safe gift for your muse?

Tell us about a small, passing relationship your muse has with someone in their everyday life. Are they on a first name basis with their barista? What about the busdriver?

If your muse was evicted from their home with no warning, today, where would they go? What would they do?

How important are apologies, to your muse? Do they have to be aloud?

Name something your muse regrets. 

Do they take hard decisions as a dare? Does your muse think “kill this person or you’re [letting bad thing happen]” is a dare (Do It Or You’re A Coward)? If they do think it’s a dare, do they do it? 

What’s something your muse isn’t proud of, about themselves?

[braisinlydelicious]

A few days of wandering and she hadn't seen anyone. It suited her just fine usually but now it was becoming more eerie.

"There's nothing to be afraid in the shadows... but this silence? There could be plenty." The last thing she needed was a cake hound getting the jump on her. Though that would be difficult with her crows around.

"Here, have the rest." Her crew was not as vast as before, but the few that had made their way to her she kept fed with her last bits bread. They ate as she pet their backs, which also served as a way to check them over to make sure they were fine. Much like herself, they weren't always forthcoming with injuries.

Speaking of... it seemed the bandage on her wing became loose again. Each time she got a little better with the placement - using her hand, teeth, and sometimes taloned foot to get the job done. Whatever kept the thing in place so it wouldn't bug her as much.

Next order of business would be to find more food...

[batterjudgement]

“I suppose it depends on what you take from the silence.” Solomon stepped into the clearing Black Raisin had settled in with all her little raisinettes. A crow hopped from him to join the murder gathering around the food. His little guard could spare time away from watching over him to eat, if only for a little bit!

“But I’m curious, what has you seeing the silence...” Solomon paused, tilting his head as a finger tapped his cheek in thought.

Could this be compared to seeing the glass half filled? Half empty? The silence dragged as he was momentarily lost in the little world he was spinning in his head. Eventually he popped back into reality.

“Silence half empty?” Nailed it.

[cookieofdestiny]

Random Symbol Starter - Accepting

@batterjudgement​​

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“In this beautiful, cruel world so dark and frightening… What are you striving for?” Her voice spoke out, her piercing red eyes staring at the other, as her expression was neutral to a point where it looked like the ex-priestess was bored.

[batterjudgement]

“I would not call the world cruel and frightening.” Pure Vanilla scratched at the scruff of his chin in thought, head tilting. Unlike her cold expression, he looked far more inquisitive. “Beautiful though, I can agree to.

“I believe I’m striving for what you’re striving for. Just... in ah, more prolific ways.” the less murdery ways. “You want what’s good for cookies and cakes alike, a noble cause, just... off the path... a bit...”

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