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beastyeastfreak · 14 days ago

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You want angst? I got an idea for some angst. How would the Beasts react to not only finding out their parent crumbled while they were imprisoned, but also that their child had survived? The problem is that if they do go looking for their child, it's been so long that they have no idea who the Beasts are.

Thats what im talking about

Cw and tags: angst, character death, dough mixing no pregnancy, death, nondescriptive mass death, violence (cookie body words, nothing too violent), Y/N used, s/o is mortal but child is immortal / lives long.

Written pre silent salt update

Mystic flour

🌾 - Her untimely capture at the hands of her creators left her strangely, deeply upset. Not about the capture itself, she found the dark silence a great place to reflect (when the others weren’t being bothersome) but her partner and child. When she last saw them, their dough was still soft and her partner smiling softly. Cloud Haetae was quite joyful too, she decided to for once, this once, this only exception push her ideology to the side and bask in the warmth of a family.

She didn’t realize it would be the last time she got to speak with her partner and hold her little copy.

🌾 - For years, lifetimes she silently waited. She didn’t know how long it had been and you were not immortal. As the rift in the silver tree grew she soon escaped and returned to the ivory pagoda with urgency. There she found Cloud Haetae but… no one else. “Where are they?” She asked but felt as though she may not want to know. Cloud haetae darkened, then led her up the mountains to a white ivory headstone beneath a flowering tree.

🌾 - it seemed like another lifetime in the silver tree had passed in the moment she stood silently over where her partner was buried. There was no proper goodbye, did they even know she couldn’t return..? Cloud Haetae tried to talk to her, hugging her legs when she went as still as a statue. There was only one gravestone though, though it was well maintained it was clearly old. Where was her child buried?

🌾 - Apparently her partner died to a disease when the baby was still young. Her lover was alone. Cloud Haetae said they only knew they had finally crumbled when the baby had not been taken care of despite it being noon. They perished in their sleep, or maybe writhing silently all night awaiting deaths caring hold, maybe thinking she was on the other side waiting for them. She would have healed them, or maybe held them as they passed on. She was spared to details on their pain, but at the cost of it being up to her imagination.

🌾 - When Cloud Haetae brought the baby to the only adults in the pagoda, the dumpling immortals told Cloud Haetae to bring them to a town, the Pagoda was no place for them. “Are you mad at me?” Cloud haetae asks innocently, eyes as big as a puppies. She sighs, “it is meaningless in.. the face of it all.” Her voice is shaky, not an ominous, steady hum. She didn’t want her facade to crack,” i will find them on my own.” Hopefully them not a headstone but she had no hope. Cloud Haetae gives directions and she heads off.

🌾 - It takes no time to find a somewhat small kingdom, fog settling over the land announcing her presence a day in advance. All night she sat under that tree, she faced her emotions but only so she would be composed forever more. When she enters the kingdom the next day, everyone is coughing and the hospitals are filled. Cookies dough are tinged white, and then theres one. One who stood normal, frightened. They caught her stare, it wasn’t relief nor familiarity but fear. She approached anyway, calling their name quietly as a throne of fog followed her.

🌾 - “Who- h.. how do you know my name?” The resemblance to her was uncanny but they noticed it, eyes darting to her features as they spoke. It broke her heart that they didn’t know her name. Not even a semblance of who she was. They grew up seeing someone else as a parent, they never knew their parent had died and mother was imprisoned.

🌾 - She cupped their warm face with her hands, . “You’ve grown…” she murmurs letting her eyes open further. Theres more warmth in her voice than she’s like. After a few moments the cookies puts it together, “are you.. my mother?..” She hums in response, a small sound beneath the echo of coughing all around the town. They let out a breath of surprise. “I have been trapped, but now i am here for you.” She says tucking a strand of white out of their face. They looked just like them, it was exactly like she and her lover wanted. A perfect copy embodying their love, now only she could experience it. The smell of flour and death in the air, a smell she was used to.

🌾 - “Is this your doing? Did you make everyone in the kingdom sick?” They’re tearing up, she frowns. Not out of sadness but their lack of apathy. Her child had lived longer than most cookies, yet they had not been taught her ways. “This kingdom will be no more than flour one day.” She explains. Their eyes widen. “Please dont hurt them, ill do anything!” She narrows her eyes. “Disappointing.” She says, “come home, (blank).” Its a command, despite their age she still holds her hand for them to hold. “This… place is not for you.”

🌾 - They tremble a little, looking down at her outstretched hand as if she were going to take theirs. They dared not look into her eyes, they stared around the kingdom they grew up in, all sick beyond help them took her hand.

🌾 - The kingdom was cured after the fog dissipated, all who did not perish left in fear and confusion. That cookie was not seen after that day, few claim to have seen them being taken by a cookie in pure white robes. Mystic Flour took them back to the pagoda, explaining everything. They had a lot to catch up on, but she also needed to form them to her vision. Without her partner, no one would be there to stop her.

Burning spice

🏜️ - They were strong. Strong enough to run into war with no one by their side. Strong enough to tear an army in two with just a dagger if they wanted. Strong enough to pursue The Great Destroyer. Burning Spice loved them, the perfect mix between rough and soft, knew always what to say to him, the first time in decades he had truly felt something other than yearning for destruction. Love was something he was without, and they delivered that, then soon was the two were blessed with a baby.

🏜️ - Even as just a malleable little soul they embodied such energy and fierceness! He spent many nights holding the little thing, his axe propped against the wall listening to its laughter and watching it play. The witches soon took this from him. He didn’t leave like he was going to a final war, a potential forever departure. He kissed them and the baby on the cheek with a big grin. “Dont let the little fireball destroy everything without me seeing it!” He laughed as he left the temple.

🏜️ - News of his fate met them after many sleepless nights worrying. The next day, his partner announced with child in one arm “We will not stop, we will continue. If we go stagnant we will go soft, crumbs will no longer build canyons, we will lose ourself.” With the beasts gone, cookies warred. Loyal followers clashed with other loyal followers, both clashed with those who hated the beasts.

🏜️ - In the chaos, the child was stolen in an attack. With no one left to fight for, they lost their spirit and fell in battle. Their crumbs scatter to the wind and join all the other swarm soldiers who fell before them. The great destroyer had no more to take his place, and now his partner and child were merely murals on temple walls, not of fighters but of a family.

🏜️ - He did not come back soon, countless battles had been waged and many kingdoms had fell. He opened the temple doors surrounded by soldiers and worshippers, he basked in the words but when the two he had been dreaming of seeing were not running in. He began to focus on a dark hallway with many incense lit in front of a mural. He stepped forward away from the crowd and stood in front of it looking up at it, every celebrating cookie went silent.

🏜️ - “Where is my spouse and child?” He demanded an answer, they all went silent as if speaking was a death sentence. He looked around and gritted his teeth. “Where are they! What happened to them!” He roared out, some ran in panic. “Your heir was kidnapped,” Nutmeg Tiger started trying to retain composure, now in the hallway with him. “Shortly after, Y/N fell in combat.” Those words were worse than any weapon, harder to watch than any civilization falling when he was a Herald. For some reason he thought he’d have them forever, they made him forget about his very essence, change.

🏜️ - For days he grieved, silently but clearly. It was strange, he had not grieved before, not like this, not over something so personal. Nutmeg tiger worried he would fall for the same reason as his lover. “We only saw Y/N fall.” She says, “Y/N has long since been avenged, but not your heir.” And that sparks something in him, a reigniting of a flame. The same burst of energy he first felt. His sadness burnt into a deadly determination the whole world would feel.

🏜️ - Many kingdoms are trampled beneath his wrath, each gives a small clue, a possibility that they’re alive somewhere. Every cookie body crumbled just makes him wonder how his beloved died. It doesn’t leave his mind, imagining them alone in the battlefield without him. The world is paying though it never knew Y/N.

🏜️ - The hunt persisted, hope was soon lost. Instead of continuing, he decided to take his swarm and go to the spice lands to recuperate and get more supplies so they could destroy aCrispia instead. The swarm stops in a hot place not unlike his lands, lava, monsters and bones everywhere. He takes a walk to ease his restless legs and hears fighting. Assuming it’s one of his soldiers sneaking off to cause trouble he investigates.

🏜️ - “You call that fighting?! Ive seen cakehounds better at wielding a weapon!” A voice calls out, more clanking of metal. He gazes around a hot boulder to see what he almost thought to be his beloved fighting one of his soldiers. Then when they pick the soldier up and throw them on the ground wrestler style he sees himself. When the mirror image fades he sees distinct markings he thought he’d never lay eyes on again. This was his child… who now noticed him and suddenly became frightened. He had gained a reputation, and this child left the spice lands at such a young age. He dropped his weapon, standing silently no doubt menacing but he was feeling everything at once while his child was pleading for their life.

🏜️ - He stepped slowly towards them, the cookie making every attempt to bargain and beg. He swears they’re hyperventilating. He corners them against a boulder then kneels down. “(Name)?” “How do you know my-“ immediately dough crushing hug followed by joyful victorious laughter. “My little fireball! My spark!” Among other nicknames as he crushes them.

🏜️ - He almost completely forgets about destroying crispia, he’s got thousands of years to make up for! On the way back to the spice lands he treats them like they had never left. He plans no battles for some time, there is peace until it’s time to take them out to fight with him. He doesn’t let himself get too soft around them, he wants to be a role model for them, a leader and a father in one. It’s definitely odd that he sometimes treats them like a soldier while calling them “kid” or “fireball”

Eternal sugar (child isnt afraid of esc in this, i tried but this rendition worked best)

🌷 - Lovebirds flying together, soulmates intertwined by fate, the perfect couple inspiring books. Y/N and eternal sugar were inseparable. They were stuck together like melted sugar. One was never without the other, and if they were they were sighing and down. Their reactions make it seem like being away for an hour was being away for days. After it seemed like every love proclamation was made and the garden was not changing for the worst, the next step was to have a baby.

🌷 - It was a little bundle of joy, rosy cheeks bright eyes and cooing so soft you’d think their voice was cotton candy. They smiled and laughed so easily too! Once they realize it was contagious and garners more attention then it practically only smiles.So clearly it took after Eternal Sugar quite a lot…

🌷 - If Y/N or the baby ever went missing Eternal sugar would probably encase the whole world in jam just to freeze it long enough to find her family. In a whole world where she is revered as a bringer of happiness or feared as a beast, she finally had a life where two wanted to bring her happiness. It seemed the hedge walls got higher and the garden deeper every time they embraced. She never wanted to let them go, she’d be ruined. Unfortunately it seems that fate was cut out for her..

🌷 - She was hesitant to leave, she had to see the other beasts though for some reason. She reassured her lover she’d return and sadly she lied. No one in the garden ever left, no one knew why she had not came back. No one was taking it harder than her partner who had to be held back from going to find her. The only reason they stayed was Pavlova offered to go instead and they had a baby to take care of. A month had passed and finally Pavlova returned with the news after another trip out.

Y/N was gone.

🌷 - They left to find her, they didn’t know she was in the silver tree nor the dangers awaiting outside the garden. Like a pet in the wild, they did not survive, orphaning their child. They crumbled thinking Eternal Sugar could come home, that she was just a wingbeat away, that they failed at finding her. From that day, as sad as it was, the baby became the most protected thing in the garden cared for by everyone. They grew up knowing who their mother and parent was but not them personally.

🌷 - Eternal Sugar would return, many, many years later. The garden has a way of keeping cookies alive much longer, so many faces she recognized and many faces she got to meet. She was welcomed extensively. She spoke with a smile on her face “and where would Y/N be?” She said and was suddenly met with many “um”s and “uh”s. Her face slightly changed, she asked again but this time facing Pavlova and Sugar Fly. “Would you be a dear and take me to my Y/N?” They both looked at eachother before Sugarfly began to lead her away and Pavlova flew elsewhere.

🌷 - The entire way, Eternal Sugar continued on about how excited she was to see her family again. How lonely and dark the silver tree was for a thousand years, how she yearned to be held again after all that time. Then she noticed the expression on Sugar Flys face, sad. She apologized, she didn’t think talking about her suffering would make her that sad. She learned only a moment later why she really was upset. She turned the corner to see a stone overgrown with flowers and gifts.

🌷 - It cant be! It couldn’t be! She dropped right in front of it, their name etched into the stone. Her hands gripped it tight as she wept. The witches had taken them from her, Sugar Fly dared not tell her how they perished. She’d be devastated, even more so. She was inconsolable, spending some time there until her tears stained her dough. Sugarfly left around an hour later, returning with Pavlova. “Theres someone here to see you,” she says softly. She declines at first, “I -hic- need time alone, dear.”

🌷 - “Mom?” A voice says hesitantly, not theirs but a new voice. She turned, “(Blank)?” She murmurs then looks at the new cookie. Wings, hair like hers and theirs, dough a similar color. They nod at their name, a small smile. They didn’t know her and yet they did somehow. She wasted no time rushing forward and trapping them in a hug. Wings closing all around them like they were on the verge of crumbling too, still sobbing slightly. From then on they were kept practically on a leash as if running away and getting yourself killed was hereditary.

Shadow Milk

🃏 - Shadow Milk thought he didn’t have a caring bone in his body, you proved that wrong pretty fast. Actually getting to the point of lovers was a long and frustrating journey, but very worth it. Inseparable, literally, he probably has about 100 spells on you binding the two of you together. It was nice to have someone who actually wanted to listen and be equals with him, as much as he hated to admit it. Domestic life wasn’t really his thing but he definitely made his own rendition of it.

🃏 - The baby was the biggest surprise, no one knew they were planning to bake one. If Shadow milk was an annoyance you could never imagine how horrible the child was. Somehow lying was hereditary, Shadow Milk was the only one who knew what they wanted and you had to learn a whole new language of deceit. As was your relationship, though it was hard it first it was all worth it.

🃏 - When the witches came, when he became trapped and was forced to reflect he began to think about his offspring. How exciting it was when their eyes opened and they were different colors like his, the first lie they told, how much of a pain they were to the entire spire. And you, who put up with everything for your love and his. Lonely again he thought, but you were lonely now too. It was his fault as always, this time he regretted it.

🃏 - The spire crumbled in his absence, it was an extension of himself. His minions escaped into the other realm but you were caught in the chaos. The place you called home would crush you in the end, those who came to see the rubble would find crumbs wrapped protectively over a swaddle. No one knew the name of either, many conflicted whether to take a child that was clearly a beasts. But nonetheless, the baby was shown mercy and taken to an orphanage.

🃏 - Rough upbringing was an understatement, all beyond beast yeast decided the beasts should be forgotten. No tales told, no memories shared. Within years they were nothing. The little Shadow Milk Jr always had issues because they weren’t raised with their father in mind, they were just treated like a problem child and they never knew why. An intelligent kid who always used knowledge for mischief. Unfortunately their “pizazz” had to be managed. The caregivers, who knew of their origins, had a cookie who knew great magic cast a spell to reverse the effects of the beast. A normal child, deceit hidden deep within them never to see the light again, sound familiar?

🃏 - Well Shadow Milk eventually escapes, thankfully long after those who casted the spell perished peacefully. He knew Y/N was dead, in the final moments where the eyes within the spire connected to his own he watched them get crushed. He had to live with the truth for years, only making to urge to lie stronger. His child was out there though and he intended on finding them.

🃏 - He prowled earthbread like a ghost, Black Sapphire and Candy apple both spreading rumors and planting illusions of paths and roads. Any cookie would follow them if they had deceit in their heart no matter how deep. And lookie here! A cookie was following a fake path, a rather familiar one at that. The path was normal at first, they probably just saw a short cut, as if they didn’t just turn themselves in to the beast of deceit.

🃏 - The walls feel like they’re closer with each step, were you on the right trail? You feel as though someones watching you, examining you, a shadow slipping within the trees. “(Blank)!” A voice shouted out, but they were given a new name when they were taken in. They simply called out “hello?” Now the voice, was directly behind them, “Hey!” They whip around to see two mismatched eyes staring back not unlike theirs. He was grinning ear to ear, floating… he kind of reminded them of themself. “What? No hug for your old maaan? Ive really been dying to see you, you know?” He crosses his arms. Their eyes dart around trying to find an escape route. “I dont know who you are but im not.. whoever you just called out for.”

🃏 - He raises an eyebrow as if considering then suddenly bursts into laughter. “You’re still a little liar just like me! Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it?” He says poking their cheek. “Im not your child!” They retort, he rolls his eyes then summons a mirror placing it beside his head, the mirror tainted their image juuust a little. “Are you kidding? Look at the resemblance! Oh you’ve got my complexion, and my eyes, and my nice chin!” He chuckles, head tilting unnaturally. They seem to actually considering it thankfully. “But im not this.. (blank) cookie, im (new name)-“ “EEEEHH WRONG, POINTS AWAY FROM THE CONTESTANT!” He shouted suddenly, the loud noise from this strange cookie startled them more.

🃏 - “Don’t you find it strange you’ve outlived your orphanage, school, all your friends, most buildings in your town? Isn’t it odd that you were such a problem they had to magically poof my presence from your soul? And how do i know that, hmmmmm?” They seemed genuinely shocked, how did he know something that happened a thousand years ago. “I have an idea, you come with me, i get that nasty spell removed and you become who you actually are, (blank)!” He extended his hand, but it wasn’t an offer. He wouldn’t take no. He wouldn’t let the last of his family leave. They must’ve picked up on that because they took his hand, though confused and scared. They’d learn how to be themselves again.

#this is like hercules but fucked up #wait actually this is interstellar #i cut out a part where their partners ghost visits them one last time in the silver tree before passing on but they just brush it off #i teared up while maki g ths dont tell anyone ):#crk #crk x reader #x reader #crk x you #shadow milk cookie x reader #mystic flour cookie x reader #eternal sugar cookie x reader #burning spice cookie x reader #beast cookies #i kinda wanted burning spice to finally find his kid in these like fighting rings just to watch them lose and die sooo yeah #ive been really emotional recently can u tell #bsc in a pitbull voice: FIREBAAAAAAAALLLL

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beastyeastfreak · 21 days ago

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Hello! Can I have the Beasts and their minions comforting a depressed reader who has been abused as a punching bag in the past? Thank you so much! Also, your writing is awesome! it brings warmth to my sensitive heart... 💖

-Prince Of Destruction Akbrain

Certainly!

Cw and tags: Physical Abuse(not by the beasts), romantic, angst with comfort, the trauma can be interpreted as relationship/parental/other abuse

Mystic Flour

🌾 - She can tell there were prior issues before she met you the way you avoid most contact with her and speak less. When she first laid eyes on you, she felt that pain from afar. A tormented soul wronged by someone you may have perceived as someone you could trust. She was quiet, gentle and despite her apathy and title as a beast you were able to be approached by her with little fear.

🌾 - She wasn’t one for close contact, or any contact for that matter, but one time she reaches for something and sees you flinch. She then on understands an extent of your trauma, why you were so quiet from the beginning. She doesn’t make you talk about it but she offers to be there for you if you choose to open up.

🌾 - She’s already quite slow in her movements and she rarely readjusts her position. Though, when she feels the need to approach you it’s intentionally drawn out. She comes to realize that was what you needed, someone considerate. Even if you flinch when she comes close, she knows you want contact and soon you seek it out from her.

🌾 - If the memory of sounds or sensations are flooding in, the Ivory Pagoda is the quietest place to escape. Need sound? She’ll distract you with old stories from long ago, let you visit the dumpling immortals or simply listen to what you say. When you find it harder to leave the bed some days she guides you up so you can eat and shower then rests with you in bed. She always thought she would be the one with walls that needed to be broken down, but perhaps breaking down your fortress let hers naturally fall.

Burning Spice

🏜️ - He is unaware of your past, he always just assumed his rowdy personality and penchant for destruction made you more distant. It never occurred to him that you too went through a change until you visit one time while he’s handling a traitor with violence. He sees you out of the corner of his eye leaving without another word and he doesn’t understand at first, are you not impressed? He understands soon after when he comes and finds you and you explain everything.

🏜️ - He obviously cant change the fact he does brutal acts so instead he sets up a system where you wont see him do it. You’d think Burning Spice wouldn’t understand how to act around you or would scare you but he’s been around a long time! If you’re nervous around other people because of how you were treated before he’s there to be your guard dog. He would be lying if he said he didn’t want to hurt whoever laid their hands on you, and if you give him a name? He’s on them like a hound.

🏜️ - The other spices are confused on why their leader is so careful around this one specific cookie. Why he was asking for permission and accompanying you everywhere you went. Of course the spice temple is no place for you, if it were me i’s feel like i was walking on eggshells every day. He has a home built for you at an oasis not too far where he makes his second home.

🏜️ - He hopes one day he can reinvigorate that spark within you, remove the instinct to pull away because you think you’re about to be hurt or tear the sadness from your soul. Any step you take is a step he sees as strength and he commends you for it, if you need to take a step back he will not taunt you. Admitting your weaknesses is the first step to improving.

Eternal Sugar

🌷 - You find the garden seeking safety or perhaps a new life entirely. Pavlova cookie brings you in, calloused and slightly injured from the journey. Though perhaps some injuries lingered from your past life. You’re tended to by other sugar angels, you weren’t asked what happened to you because Pavlova cookie could already see suffering within your heart.

🌷 - Eternal Sugar eventually came to you, coaxing information out. Whether you tell her what you had gone through or not, she still cares for you and will understand. You become her priority, very few were determined enough to seek the garden out, even rarer given you knew the risks and still sought her. The pain in your heart was enough to make Pavlova cookie hesitate and go find her the moment he saw you.

🌷 - She is touchy, but she asks your permission first. She wants to be like sweet melted sugar mending your soul back together. Its slow but each second spent with you makes it worth it. Eventually scars and pain start to fade, skin glistening over past wounds. You seek out her presence rather than hide away, you’re holding hands and kissing without asking. Its easy to relax with her, the garden is built for relaxing after all.

🌷 - Pray that you never drop the name of who hurt you though. Lurking behind kind eyes and love is the desire to avenge you in the most sinister way possible.

Shadow Milk

🃏 - You dont have to lie to him, he knows you were in a bad situation (though he does applaud you for lying). He decides for you that you belong in the spire. Why does he do this you may ask? You’re suffering, and he believed that the best replacement was to make someone else suffer instead, where else better than the spire of deceit!

🃏 - He definitely needs to be told boundaries, otherwise he’s kind of touchy and playful. You’re indirectly forbidden from bedrotting, he always has something to do with you. You’ll find that many days you’re sneaking into vanilla archives and rearranging information, spreading rumors with Black Sapphire or playing a new character with Candy Apple. For once you feel wanted instead of a burden.

🃏 - He understands if you have your days where you need time away, he can zip his mouth up(literally) and just be there if you need it. He does try to cheer you up though, he’s a jester so you can imagine he’s pretty good at it. He puts a lot of effort in to not let you lie to yourself, that was the only lying he didn’t like.

🃏 - You eventually blossom into a being of deceit and mischief, your pain translated onto others in the form of misinformation and trickery. You can play roles as the suffering victim without being reminded you were one. Shadow milk can smush your cheeks and pepper your face with kisses out of the blue and you dont get nervous. You dont even need breaks away from other cookies anymore, you’re whole again, its like you were never hurting.

#a lot of people hc burning spice as someone who’d hit their partner and it genuinely pisses me off like a lot #anyone who hcs a character as something like that genuinely dni #crk #misc #crk x reader #x reader #crk x you #shadow milk cookie x reader #mystic flour cookie x reader #eternal sugar cookie x reader #burning spice cookie x reader #beast cookies

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