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Do you think every beast can shapeshift? Imagine a scenario where they’d do it for their lover? 👀👀

(Im using smc’s beast raid wolf form, the others get entirely new forms)

Tags: fluff, sfw, might be ooc, kinda gets into horror territory so be advised, romantic

Written pre silent salt

Mystic Flour

🌾 - Seldom does Mystic Flour change her body, no mortal or their close ancestors got the privilege of watching her bend her own dough anew. But just because she didn’t never meant she couldn’t. One would assume she would be jealous of Shadow Milk for being so confident in his transformations he passes it down to his minions and brands it as his own. But she is unfazed by such little emotions.

🌾 - Then you come along, you who do so little to leave such an impact on her. You who wordlessly and unintentionally force her hand. You who she loves, she would send hurricanes of flour across earthbread if it were for you.

🌾 - Now, why would she shapeshift for you? If you asked nicely she may do something small, maybe make her hair shorter temporarily, turn her hands into claws, the possibilities are endless. Her transformations draw flour from the very earth and even cookies around her.. sometimes while alive. That flour gathers around her, giving form and building atop her own.

🌾 - Without you asking, she’d only transform for rare mundane tasks or if there was genuine need for it. If she were helping with dishes, organizing or some other chore, she’d probably grow extra arms. (Dont ask her to do a herald of change impression). If she wanted to intimidate someone. Imagine being a thief and seeing someone wearing nice robes, clearly well fed. You start to approach but see eight eyes in the dark right by their face. They’re all staring at you.

🌾 - Sometimes it can be sweet though. Mystic flour will always be a neutral cookie but she has days where she can be possessive of you. You try to leave her sleeping grasp but as you start making progress, six spider like arms hug around your waist keeping you to her.

Shadow milk

🃏 - Everyone knows Shadow Milk can transform, everyone also unfortunately knows how annoying he can be with it. From spying as a tiny bug to blackmail, to wreaking havoc as a mighty creature, to seeking your attention as a big, fluffy sheep.. fleece wearing wolf. Hes always doing something to keep you on your toes or entertain his usually unwilling audience.

🃏 - Despite the fact he knows the other beasts can transform, the other beasts have records of transforming and the other beasts know they can transform.. he still tells everyone how unique the ability is, Including you. whether you believe him or not, however impressed you are with his shifting abilities dictates how often he transforms and how much control you have over his forms.

�� - Truthfully, he wants your reaction, so give it and he gives back. So, why would he transform for you? Like Mystic Flour, if you ask, he loves special requests and how could he deny such a cute face like yours? When would he transform if you dont ask? Literally all the time. It will get annoying trying to keep up with his acts.

🃏 - He finds his true form more intimidating than any monster, he is a beast and he doesn’t need to prove it. His shifting for you will often be for other reasons then. If you’re cold, suddenly you’re travelling with a pack of arctic cake hounds taxidermy and their masters. If you want to see something high up, you’re now riding a massive animatronic bird with invisible strings.

🃏 - Of course sometimes he just does what he wants- correction he always does what he wants. You will wake up to a circus lion in your bed, or see yourself talking to someone, or a dragon attacking the spire because someone decided to pretend to be one and didn’t know the language.

Burning spice

🏜️ - Right behind Shadow milk, he has honed his Transformation skills the best out of all his peers. So why doesn’t he? Because he wants to be feared as he is, a giant creature attacking a town doesn’t have anything to do with him! He is the great destroyer and he wants to being destructive change to others not himself.

🏜️ - Despite that there are instances where he’s transformed as both Herald of Change and The Great Destroyer. As Herald of Change, he used it as a symbolic means. Think about it, you’re known for one thing and its change, changing yourself for certain celebrations and ceremonies seems appropriate. As the Great Destroyer, the last substantial change he made to himself was his extra arms and his muscle mass to become what he is.

🏜️ - Why would he transform for you? Well asking him wont get you anywhere, he’s an unmoving boulder when it comes to this. But lets say someone like Shadow Milk is flaunting his abilities to you (likely knowing BSC would get angry) and you are in awe. A very large monster fight will ensue.

🏜️ - What kind of forms would he take on? I believe as The Great Destroyer, he absolutely is going for ancient, large creatures (or the crk equivalent) Dinosaurs like Dreadnoughtus, Tarbosaurus, or some other creatures like Sarcosuchus.(or again the cookie run equivalent) Mythical Creatures are on the list too, maybe not a dragon but a mighty drake or wyvern. The only rule is always bigger, never smaller. He wants tales to be told for generations to come.

🏜️ - He will love it if you give him attention in other forms though. I imagine it’s probably strenuous to go from hulking monster to cookie so there is a bit of a wait in between, lucky you! I imagine he likely wants you to tend to his wounds, but if you want to dote on him he wont say no. Just know that no other spiceland cookie is as brave as you are to be hugging and petting the massive beast.

Eternal Sugar

🌷 - Eternal Sugar is the most likely to change forms out of all of the beasts (except shadow milk). Why doesn’t she? Sloth, shes simply better off talking about tales of when she did it than actually doing it. Thats not to say she doesn’t do it though, you just wont see it when she does. Partially because her usual changes are just extremely little and partially because she uses them to spy on you and her garden.

🌷 - Why would Eternal Sugar change herself? Comfort is one reason. Some forms are easier to relax in. You may find a literal pink sloth with wings hanging from your ceiling one day. To make children or more frightened teenagers feel more comfortable is another, you’d much rather follow a bunny, bird or a cat into the garden than a person. On the flipside, scare off intruders. Crk official literally posted this:

So i rest my case.

🌷 - For you, i think she’d unintentionally change herself. She’d get so happy looking at you that flowers would grow from her or her wings would change color. She’d want to keep you close and look at you so bad her hair and tail would unwind into snakes. Intentionally, she may change while you sleep to keep you warm. Her second pair of wings may grow larger or trade an imp like tail for a feathery one.

🌷 - Of course changing into something small is a great way of surveillance. Shes a protective cookie, and if she can watch from the leaves or directly on someone as a bird, plant or butterfly she can learn much more about what goes on in her garden. You may admire a beautiful little animal without knowing its her. If Eternal Sugar is ‘away for a while’ that ‘animal’ will likely stay with you while shes gone. You’ll be like a disney princess for the day.

(Bonus, imagine smc sneaking in as a sheep and just watching a giant pink terror bird come out of no where and start trying to kill him)

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I wish Tumblr had status’s like discord so I could tell you people when im cooking up a new fic. Anyway im cooking up a new fic, gremlins

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OMG WAIT-

MYSTIC FLOUR and PEARL (from Steven universe)

MYSTIC FLOUR WATCHS S/O SLEEP.

PEARL WATCHS STEVEN/AND ROSE SLEEP.

THEY ALSO HAVE SIMILAR TRAMA.

From now on my headcanon is that reader is a peal.

Hey anon can u not be matpat i was literally going to make a love like you reference next chapter

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Mystic flour x cacao soldier reader part 4

Self indulgent comfort fic, i wont be releasing any major chapters for this until we know how the beast stories end.

Previous part

Cw and Tags: night terrors, mental health issues on both ends(specifically ptsd but can be interpreted with other, im not a psychologist), death/corpse (cookie crumbs and not descriptive) angst with comfort, kinda fluffy towards the end, romance, lore drop

🌾 - Light sleeping was an understatement when it came to your rest habits. Perched atop the dark wall accompanied by your fellow troops, A dark indigo tent rustled with the snowy winds. Additionally, with the waist high brick walls it provided some warmth to the two beneath. A purple flame sputtered nearby, illuminating the foggy area.

🌾 - You stood with eyes glued to the rising snow, so still it had begun to gather on your armor. Two soldiers snored behind you and you lacked the desire to reprimand them for such deep sleep, they needed it and you could manage going another night with only a wink. Besides you almost envied them for being able to sleep so deeply. No matter what, something always haunted you.

🌾 - Your eyecings felt heavy, like the snow had begun to gather and weigh them down. You blink for just a moment longer than you should, your eyes trail over the land below, nothing. The endless sugary canvas, untouched white powder shimmering in the dark night. Nothing, nothing, was that a.. no more nothing. You glance at your friends, leaning on each other in the tent, couldn’t hurt to shut your eyes for a second.

🌾 - One last glance at the land below, then your eyes shut, just resting them as you stood. Then your body grew relaxed, and you felt weightless, and you felt like you were falling. Your eyes shot open and you saw the wall moving, and air was swishing all around you and the ground was getting closer. Your eyes shut your eyes and curl up bracing for impact, but it doesn’t come. Then your open your eyes.

🌾 - An old hut sits in front of you, forest all around, the snow no longer fell and the world was silent. You didn’t want to go in, you knew what you would find, you didn’t want to see this again. Your feet moved against their will. The door creaked and you saw the crumbs on the ground, a candle that had long since burned and a blue tome, all piled in the same spot. It began to get darker, and louder, and darker, and someone was laughing- why did it feel like you didn’t remember something?!

🌾 - You shot up from your position in bed, gasping for air as if it had been taken from you. In Mystic Flours Pagoda.. still. By the looks of the moons placement in the window, just peeking over the corner, it would be morning soon. You had slept the night all the way through.. almost. The images of your dream pulsed in your mind and you decided you needed fresh air. You began to turn, placing your feet on the cold tile, you stand slowly and jam rushes through your being as you do. Nonetheless, you walk out quietly, the door echoed through the halls.

🌾 - It was warm in her temple, you wondered if the place you originally came in from was purposefully kept colder or if it was because you were only wearing pants and an undershirt. You crossed your arms, looking up at the golden pillars, how the hell did she maintain this place alone?.. Your eyes caught onto an engraved art piece in the stone walls, a recessed carving larger than multiple cookies standing side by side. You stop for a moment and revel at it, ancient and beautiful. It depicted the cocoon and several cookies bearing weapons at it. In the background were many swirling clouds, above was what looked like Cloud haetae in their lion like form but more mature, and then clearly cloud haetae below on the other side. Below the cocoon was Mystic Flour herself, but she appeared beaten down and hopeless.

🌾 - You stared at it, then they heard footsteps behind them. You whip around in a defensive stance but immediately stiffen up seeing Mystic Flour. You open your mouth to ask her why she was up, but you feel as though you should be explaining. “Sorry, im a light sleeper..” you murmured an excuse. She makes a small sound in response, a low disapproving hum. “..maybe, but not in this case.” She says, you furrow your brows. How would she know that? “You were… quite loud, were you having a nightmare?” How would she know that.

🌾 - You became extremely embarrassed, eyes darting away. “Well- i.. i mean its not really that bad, just a dream, its uh… futile, can’t hardly remember it y’know?” You try to brush it off but she wouldn’t have it. Her resolution bested yours, you felt like crumpling into a red mess under her stare. Yet she didn’t pick this fight, she turned. “No one under my walls sleep anyway.” She began to walk, beckoning you to follow. That made sense, everyone here was an immortal. Though as you glanced at the art one last time, you felt that you might have something in common with her.

🌾 - She led you to a rather quaint room in comparison to the rest of the temple, a handful of empty tables decorated the floor. Sparse decorations and potted white flowers in corners and along walls. There was a window on one wall where you could see the stars and mountains, it looked like the cacao castles paintings. The aroma of jellies made your stomach rumble, when was the last time you ate? She didn’t comment on it, Cloud Haetae came trotting out of the kitchen with a tray of steaming jellies. “Breakfast is served!”

🌾 - “Thank you, Cloud Haetae,” Mystic Flour murmurs and sits down at the table. You realize the food is also for you once Cloud Haetae glares at you. “Oh! Thank you, Cloud Haetae, this looks amazing.” You take a seat across from the both of them, a plate is slid over to you. The both of them begin transferring dumplings to their plate, Mystic Flour had much fewer than Cloud Haetae. You took some of your own, you couldn’t help but feel a little awkward dining with a beast and her immortal guard puppy.. especially after kissing her last night.

You take a bite

Its sweet.

🌾 - You weren’t used to sweets, you hadn’t had them since you were freshly baked. You look up at Mystic Flour, she was looking back at you. She planned this! She was trying to soften you up!

“Is something wrong, Y/N?” She asks.

“No… im just not used to.. sweet things,” you respond.

🌾 - “If you want to rid yourself of the flawed teachings of your former kingdom, i believe this should not be an issue.” She says, Cloud Haetae nods enthusiastically with their mouth full. You sigh, shes right. Unfortunately you were going to go soft in this place. You take another bite, you don’t have the strong urge to spit it out this time. You eat another, you can really start to appreciate the flavor. You eat another, when was the last time you had such a large and tasty meal?

🌾 - Bite by bite, you lost the hesitancy to eat when you were offered cacao nips. The bitter flavor always shocked you with each bite making eating something you avoided. You ate a little more than you were used to, but that was fine it seems. She didn’t judge you, at least not that you could see. Though maybe it was because Cloud Haetae was yapping while they ate and she was too busy judging them for speaking with their mouth full. The dreading feeling you lost community was strong when you wandered through the empty halls or when you fought your king. Yet now, eating a handmade sweet meal with the two, you felt like it’d be ok.

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Theme for first burn plays*

What?

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Also yes ill be posting again

Im cheating on you. I have several other side accounts i post non crk fanfics to. I hope we can continue this parasocial relationship normally. 😁

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Im cheating on you. I have several other side accounts i post non crk fanfics to. I hope we can continue this parasocial relationship normally. 😁

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OMG they got Mystic Flour to say SLAY

Hit the “return to flour to escape meaningless agony” button AKA SLAY BUTTON

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Please kill me. Look at them.

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This new update is um.. im uh im not crying you are…

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Sketch i wont be finishing

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Its crazy how my least favorite fics are my most popular

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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.

[beastyeastfreak]

Freak Faerie cookie which of the beast is you would say is your favorite

( same question for you blog baker but not limited to just the beast)

“Silent salt, we knights gotta stick together”

Suddenly the faerie explodes and a strangely shaped worm like creature emerges from the smoking crumbs and jam

“I like mystic flour” it says, looking around before capcut transitioning back to a fearful Freak Faerie.

[beastyeastfreak]

I've never thought about the Mom thing before but now it's all I can think about. Thanks for inflicting this curse on me.

Always happy to make someone suffer!

[beastyeastfreak]

Ok i AM writing right now dw but can we talk about how insane of a word ‘mom’ is. Literally just say it, sounds like how you’d call an animal to you not talk to your MOTHER. Thats insane to me