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alzrite · 5 days ago

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CRK Headcanons/theories I rattle around in my head part 1: Descendants of Ancients

((HEY, HEY! dont mind me I'm just gonna ramble about some things hear))

The beasts were unable to have children of they're own due to the fact they're doughs have a higher quantity of a single ingredient compared to other normal cookies

but the new holders of the souljam, that being the ancients are able to have children due to once being normal cookies themselves

as such the descendants of the ancients have a.. unique constitution

Royalberry and Dark Choco (being direct descendants of an ancient aka the literal sons of Hollyberry Cookie and Dark Cacao Cookie respectfully) are more powerful than the average cookie having slower aging, increased endurance, sturdier dough as well as other advantages

Not only that but they have abilities unique to them thanks to said connection to the souljam

Royalberry (along with Princess and Tiger Lily) are resistant if not out right immune to poisons and other harmful substances as we see in Tropical Soda Islands and the Hollyberry chapter, with Princess being unaffected by Lilac's sleeping enssence and the berry juice spiked by Poison Mushroom Cookie, whilst the others were VERY much affected

Though Royalberry's resistance is more effectivedue to generational differences

Dark Choco when he was younger used to be able to hear the SoulJam of Resolution's voice (which he assumed was his imaginary friend) over time however as he got older and grew more distant with his father he soon lost this ability (thought it is possible for him to be able to hear the Voice of Resolution once more if he were to reconnect with his father but... who's to say)

Dark Choco also has dragon aspects to him, which appeared after his father awakened (yes it did give him a heart attack)

so it's safe to assume those directly blood related to the ancients get some unexpected traits upon them awakening

However in the case of the vanillians it's much different

due to the passage of time and how long it's been Creme Republic Vanillians aren't as directly blood related to Pure Vanilla as they once were with the mingling of other cookie races

as such there arent as many direct descendants of Pure Vanilla as they were centuries ago

However there are a small handful, it's just a matter of finding them

Custard Cookie III is one such close tied descendant, with having a higher concentrate of vanilla extract than other Vanillians granting him an innate ability to heal others and the other advantages I mentioned before

After Pure Vanilla Cookie awakened Custard Cookie III's healing being much potent than it once was and now being able to tell when someone is lying

If Rich Cheese Cookie were to have been canon she would have been able to detect the location of riches as well as be able to create gold herself

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alzrite · 6 days ago

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Visitors From Afar

Five foreign cookies enter the Spire of Knowledge.

The empty halls of the spire echo with new footsteps. Five cookies walk through unlit hallways as their gaze wanders the opulent structure.

"Whoa..." One of the three smaller cookies exclaims. The candy cane in his hand moves with the cookie as he marvels. "This place sure is big."

"I wonder where the library is." The smaller cookie with a star-covered waffle hat wonders. "It must have lots of magic tomes to read."

Their marvel of the steeple is interrupted by the clack of a staff familiar to the grand tower. "My, my, what do we have here?" a friendly voice speaks from the end of the hall. A blue cloak embroidered with gold flows with the blue cookie walking towards the five. "It's been a while since new visitors intruded."

"Intruded?" The soft voice of the green-coated cookie asks.

The blue cookie stops before the five cookies, a genial smile spreads on his face. "I long since closed my spire to any visitors." The mismatched eyes of the cookie glint with quiet anger at the disturbance. "So, do tell me why you have intruded on my spire." The smile on the blue cookie's face remains. "Do you seek knowledge from my library as the many cookies before you did?"

The cookie adorned with white and waffle patterns takes a step forward. "We are looking for the Fount of Knowledge." The eyes of the vanilla cookie remain closed as he faces the blue one.

The blue cookie tilts his head as his eyes glimmer with amusement. "Why do you seek him?"

"The seal on the tree guarding the beasts has been broken and the beasts have escaped." The face of the vanilla cookie remains passive as he explains. "We heard that he was once their friend and came here seeking his help." The eye on the cookie's vine staff stares at the, no longer smiling, blue cookie.

"And how do you expect me to assist in this?" The blue cookie asks.

Confusion grows on the smaller cookies' faces. The cookie with a cane speaks. "But, we are looking for the Fount of Knowledge so we can ask him for help."

"And... you're not the fount of knowledge?... Are you?" The small pink cookie asks.

The blue cookie chuckles in amusement. "Why I am the Fount of Knowledge little one!" He takes a bow as if entertaining an audience. "Now, if you would answer my question I might consider offering my help."

The green cookie steps forward to answer. “We were hoping that you may be able to assist us in resealing the beasts within the tree.”

“And why would I do that?” The blue cookie taps his staff to the ground. A table with matching chairs appears before them at his command, landing softly on the hallway floor. “Why don’t we settle more comfortably for this conversation?” the Fount offers with a smile.

The vanilla cookie smiles at the offer. He takes a seat, setting his staff to lean on the table. The other cookies hesitantly follow suit. The blue cookie’s smile widens. He summons a tea set and tower of treats with a flourish of his staff. Taking the remaining seat, he settles his staff as the vanilla cookie did. Floating the teapot with his magic, the fount pours tea into each teacup, filling his own last.

The fount takes a small sip of his tea. “Unless they come for my spire I have no need to fight them.” He takes one of the blueberry treats from the tower. “So I have no reason to help you.” He pops the small treat into his mouth.

“But if we don’t stop them they will destroy the cookie world.” The green cookie argues. “And your spire will be destroyed along with it.”

The blue cookie hums, disinterested. “But for what reason would they destroy all of the cookie world.” He adds a cube of sugar to his cup. He starts to mix his tea with a teaspoon. “They may have changed but I doubt they wish to simply destroy.” He taps the teaspoon on the rim of the cup and lifts it to take another sip. “So tell me, what do they seek?”

The vanilla cookie speaks up. “They seek our Soul Jam.”

The blue cookie pauses. “Soul Jam?”

The vanilla cookie nods. “Yes, just like the one I have.” His head bows, bringing attention to the Soul Jam resting on his chest.

The blue cookie hums. He reaches into his sleeve and pulls out a matching blue jam. “Like this?” He asks them.

The five cookies before him all stare in shock. “You have a Soul Jam?” The vanilla cookie wonders. “And it matches mine.” The eye on his staff rapidly switches between the two identical Soul Jams.

“It’s the same Soul Jam.” The fount returns the ornament to his sleeve. “I received my Soul Jam from the witch who created me.” He adds another sugar cube to his cup, mixing it in as he did the previous one. “They later asked for a piece of it. After my friends changed for the worse.” He takes a sip of the sweetened tea. “Your Soul Jam is that piece.”

The vanilla cookie’s hand moves to touch his Soul Jam. “That would mean we share a Soul Jam.” The soft voice of the vanilla cookie comments.

The fount adds another sugar cube to his tea, mixing it in as he did the others.

“Is my Soul Jam also just a piece?” The green whit-haired cookie asks.

The fount’s attention moves to the Soul Jam attached to the staff in the green cookie’s hands. “Your Soul Jam is a half of my former friend’s.” He takes a sip of his tea, returning his sight to his sweetened tea.

“Half.” The green cookie echoes while watching the blue cookie add another sugar cube to his tea.

“How many sugar cubes are you going to add?” The sweet voice of the smaller pink cookie asks.

“Until my curiosity is sated.” The blue cookie answers whilst mixing his tea.

“Is the tea not sweet enough already?” The small cookie with a cane asks.

“Oh, it’s plenty sweet.” The blue cookie answers with amusement before taking a sip.

“Then why do you keep on adding more?” The smaller cookie in a robe and hat asks.

“To sate my curiosity!” The fount answers with a smile.

“Um,” The green cookie stutters.

The blue cookie turns his attention to her. “Yes?”

“Why is my Soul Jam a half and Pure Vanilla’s is a piece.” She asks.

“Well, your Soul Jam is only a purified half. Your friend’s on the other hand is not just a piece of my Soul Jam but also its own Soul Jam.”

The green cookie’s face scrunches with confusion.

The clink of the teacup being set down comes from The vanilla cookie’s direction. “Did we ever introduce ourselves?” His comforting voice asks.

The fount laughs. “No, we have not!” He sets down his teacup on its matching dish. “Allow me to start.” The blue cookie stands, taking hold of his resting staff. “I am The Fount of Knowledge.” He introduces himself with a wave of his staff. “Also known as Blueberry Milk Cookie!” He takes a deep bow and returns to his seat with a smile.

The vanilla cookie is next to the stand. “I am Pure Vanilla Cookie.” He directs a smile towards the fount. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Blueberry Milk laughs. “The pleasure is all mine!”

Pure Vanilla sits down and the green cookie beside him stands up. “My name is White Lily Cookie. It’s nice to meet you.”

Blueberry Milk smiles at the soft-spoken cookie. “You as well my dear.”

White Lily returns the smile with a small one of her own. She returns to her seat and the smaller cookie with a can stands up. When he saw the table blocked all but the frosting on his head the smaller cookie moved to stand on his chair instead. “I am GingerBrave!” He announces proudly.

“Ah, GingerBrave.” The fount says with a smile in his voice. “I like your buttons.”

“Oh!” GingerBrave’s smile brightens. “Thank you Mr. Fount of Knowledge!” He thanks much to the fount’s delight. The brave cookie returns to sitting and the robed cookie moves to stand on his chair, much like his friend did.

“I am Wizard Cookie.” He introduces himself. “It’s an honor to meet you.” He says respectfully with awe.

“Would you like to visit my library sometime?” He offers the smaller cookie. “I heard you were interested in the tomes.”

A gasp of delight comes from Wizard Cookie. He quickly composes himself, controlling his excitement. “Thank you for the offer. When can I visit?” He asks with hope in his voice.

The fount laughs. “Later today if you're not busy!”

Wizard Cookie nods with excitement. “I won’t be busy at all!” He returns to his seat and his pink friend stands on her chair as her friends did.

“I’m Strawberry Cookie.” The pink cookie introduces herself. “It’s very nice to meet you Blueberry Milk Cookie.”

The smile on Blueberry Milk’s face doesn’t waver. “It’s nice to meet you as well my friend!”

Strawberry Cookie smiles and returns to her seat.

“Now that the introductions are done. Do you have any further questions?” The fount asks.

“Yes.” Comes the answer from Pure Vanilla. “What do you mean when you say my Soul Jam is a piece of yours while also being its own Soul Jam?”

Blueberry Milk hums in thought. “After I gave the witch a piece of my Soul Jam,” He takes some blueberries from the treat tower and drops them into his tea. “She told me that she would create a new one with what I gave her.” He places his hands on his teacup. “Any more questions?”

“The witches visited you?” White Lily asks with wariness and worry.

"One of them, yes." He confirms then takes a sip of his tea.

"And," She hesitated, the grip on her staff tightening. "She didn't..." She looks up at the fount. "eat you?"

The fount blinks. He slowly lowers his cup. His voice comes softer, and the flavor of comfort threads through his voice. "Only some of the witches created us cookies as delicacies for consumption." His cup clinks against its saucer. "My creator is not one of those witches."

"Oh..." The soft voice of White Lily echoes in the quiet hallway. Pure Vanilla's hand settles on the shoulder of his friend.

"Do you..." White Lily begins.

The fount lets out a hum of curiosity.

"Do you know who my witch is?" She asks.

The fount hums. "No." He answers. "I only know the witch of me and my former friends for we share the same one." He elaborates.

White Lily's tense shoulders slump.

A sudden clap from the fount startles the visitors. “Now, it's getting quite late. Do the five of you have any plans for the night? I don’t recall any inns nearby.” The blue cookies inquires.

“Ah, we could return to the faerie kingdom.” The vanilla cookie answers.

“Goodness, that’s quite the travel from here.” Blueberry Milk exclaims.

“Well, as you said, there are no inns nearby.” White Lily points out.

The fount hums in thought. “How about this, the five of you stay here for the night. I have plenty of room here in the spire!” Blueberry Milk offers.

“Oh, we’d appreciate that very much. Thank you Blueberry Milk Cookie.” The vanilla cookie expressed their appreciation.

The fount replied with a smile. The guests are then guided into their rooms for the night as sunlight slowly dips under the horizon.

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