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Magic things happened between Dark Enchantress and the witches and now this is Alt Universe land.

Fantasy setting where cookies aren't really cookies anymore.

Black Raisin is now a harpy - one with not only a missing arm but a busted up wing too.

No minors doing non-minor shenanigans. 21+ please.

Open to non-cookie run based character interactions but also don't expect to be a permanent part of her universe.

Other Friends RPing cookies from Black Raisin’s universe:

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Part 1 (?)

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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

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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!

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A raised eyebrow.

"You... are wanting to spar with me?" There were worse ideas. Probably. He seemed to have watched others enough times he should have a good idea on what goes down.

Either that or he's sandbagging. He has been around long enough, finding company with legendary cookies like himself.

Cookies.

With a shake of her head she moved into a side-stance, taking a defensive position with her non-arm side facing him, knees slightly bent... well bent more than the harpy legs usually go - and head lowered. It had been a while since the transformation and figuring out how to best utilize this body was a worthwhile challenge. "Very well then..." Ray wasn't one to outright enjoy sparring with others since there was a particular level of trust that was ideal. A lot of others use it as a way of showing off or vying for dominance - something she imagined was what motivated those he watched... possibly. Okay so she's a little judgy. But with Solomon? She trusted him with her life. "Show me what you have."

#donotbreakhimdonotbreakhimdonotbreakhimdonotbreakhim

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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

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“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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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."

#Always there to help

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

((Kicking someone while they're down/teasing. When someone has been subdued and is of no threat anymore, or even at all, and someone tries to take advantage of that? Oh yeah, she'll blow up.

This applies to anyone just out of their luck and the standard hooligans take advantage of that, or even if it's a battle and the other party has admitted defeat. If no mercy is shown, when there is actual effort from the other party, then she will lose it too.

She is all about ending threats and minimizing risks, but not at the cost of humanity. Or at least not completely - and it's what she tries for. It is one thing she worries she may cross herself some day - trying to find the balance between safety and maintaining integrity. And she would even admit it isn't always as cut and dry, and even if she more often shows that harder exterior, she would like to err on the side that others may improve.))

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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?

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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.

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"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?"

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...

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