#Wings of Sloth | Eternal Sugar |

[cookieofearthbread]

BE HONEST - ACCEPTING

@necromancyandtendrils

"be honest Eternal Sugar Cookie, Do you regret anything?" FT. Candy Eye Cookie

There was a roll from the fallen angel, shifting so that she could face Candy Eye Cookie properly, as she was laying down against the cloud that had been summoned with her magic. A dull expression could be seen on her face as she pondered over the question.

Does she regret anything...?

"Mmmm.... Truthfully? There's a couple of things that come to mind such as what happened between us and what happen to you... But overall? No..." Eternal Sugar yawned before rubbing her eyes, her wings flapping for a moment, as she sat up and crossed her legs.

"I'm quite content. Why do you ask, Candy?"

[cookieofearthbread]

@velvrose

[brittle-doughie]

That reblog has me thinking about something...

Imagine a Y/N Cookie that entered a pact with one of the beasts for their power. Could be any of the five - sort of like a Warlock from DND situation.

It has taken up my brain space fr...

-🌋🐉

The Perfect Vessel Doesn’t Exi-

It can’t be all that bad that your pure soul is mixed with the Beast of your choosing, right?

Shadow Milk + Y/N Cookie

Shadow Milk wins out in the appearance department, with your appearances taking on many aspects of his jester attire, one of your eyes resembling his.

Cookies would be more willing to turn into deceitful clowns thanks to Y/N Cookie’s charming capabilities

Will now be able to wield Shadow Milk’s pyrokinesis power, using blue flames in your attacks

Telepathy allows you to get into cookie’s heads easily…

Eternal Sugar + Y/N Cookie

You win out in the appearance department, looking mostly yourself with the ability to spring out Eternal Sugar’s demon wings and tail, her angel wings. Other aspect as well like her halo, and one of your pupils being that of hers.

Eternal Sugar’s Sloth aspect makes you a little slow to act, but it’s because you know you could destroy your opponents if you tried.

Cookies are now charmed way more easily if you simply whisper their name and say nothing but sweet words. So cookies should NOT give their names in your presence!

Playing the harp has charmed cookies following your tune flawlessly..

Burning Spice + Y/N Cookie

You win in appearance, having Burning Spice’s weapon and shoulder guards, one eye pupil being that of Spice’s.

Destruction is your main tool of attack, the fires around you listen to your movements, resulting in hell on Earthbread all the time.

Increased strength, that weapon isn’t exactly lightweight. Cookies who try to attack you head on will have a rough time!

Your attitude might get a little more battle ready, you’re just itching to get ready to cause havoc!

Mystic Flour + Y/N Cookie

Mystic Flour wins in your appearance, getting most of her attire, it’s unknown if your pupils have changed since your eyes are always closed.

Probably one of the more deadlier Beasts that you can agree to be let inside in exchange for her power. One wave of your hand is enough to wipe out the area all around you.

Cookies now mean exceptionally less to you due to Mystic’s Apathy. You still regard Cookies, but you don’t care whether they get hurt or not when you use your power.

Levitation is also inherited from Mystic Flour, you won’t need to touch the ground that might inconvenience you.

Silent Salt + Y/N Cookie

Silent Salt wins in appearance, with you literally wearing their armor and wielding their sword, one of your eyes being theirs.

You’re a Cookie of little words, you’d instead let your sword do the talking, and by that, you mean cutting them down right away.

Companionship is a no-go for you, isolation is something you welcomed and any Cookie interfering with that are not going to get a polite warning.

Similarly to Spice, your strength is increased in order to wield your sword. Cookies should also avoid close quarters fighting with a silent you as well.

[mothymoon]

I think it's kinda interesting how, while the Beasts are opposites of the Ancients, some feel like reflections to Ancients they're not directly related to.

Starting with the pair that feels most obvious, Silent Salt and Dark Cacao. Their designs especially seem similar with the armor, sword, and color palette. Silence also feels like it can be related to Dark Cacao's isolation during his previous arc.

This feels the same as with Pure Vanilla and Mystic Flour. Again with their color palettes, but also with their religious theming, both being obligated to help all those that seek their guidance.

Again, mostly similar vibe with these two. You could even argue that Destruction can be considered an extention of Passion in a way. These next pairs get a bit weaker with their comparisons, which is why I started with the strongest ones first.

My comparisons for Golden Cheese and Eternal Sugar come down to both of them having wings and some speculation I have. "Eternal" I feel could imply abundance, which may be a motivation for Eternal Sugar's slothfulness. It's possible they simply have all they desire, thus no longer having the will to do anything.

Lastly, for White Lily Cookie and Shadow Milk, the biggest point of comparison I have is that Shadow Milk Cookie's theatrical presentation could also be considered an extention of freedom (especially since it's implied that he used to be an academic). This is the one I really stretch the most with, I'd say.

Why do I bring any of this up? What I think about these possible links is that the Beasts reflect what each of the Ancients could become, if taken to their logical extreme. Also, with those that share their Soul Jams being their opposites (Pure Vanilla being truth and Shadow Milk being deceit, etc.), it can imply that each of the Ancients are each other's opposites as well. Opposites that mesh well enough despite it, anyway.

I'm bad at analysis, so do what you will with this. I don't know if this is anything. Implications and whatnot.

[miloeba]

im staring at eternal sugar cookie rn and . You know how white lily and pure vanilla have their heaven motif for whatever reason ... i know eternal sugar is supposed to awaken hollyberry, but with how hollyberry is, im wondering if eternal sugar would be the lucifer of their motif? i mean. she has bat and angel(ic) wings. shes a fallen angel AT BEST.. and she is the only beast that is distinctly compared to an actual sin (sloth). drawing idea unlocked so ill be back with an eternal sugar cookie drawing 👍 wanted to draw her anyway since ive been rotting about the idea of her and burning spice cookie LMAOO.. i need crk mutuals asap. need talk to me about beast yeast thoughts

[immortal-saccharin-swan]

Episode 1 | The Willow Tree Freedom

Eternal Sugar was exhausted.

Staring down the massive gash in the silver willow that held her in this place, this lifeless version of her home, she looked disgusted.

She hated this.

Still holding her harp, in a way so unfamiliar to her, she raised the instrument once more. Preparing to strike the tree again, her body trembled.

She swung as hard as she could, the crack of the wood so audible as the harp was once more lodged into the damaged trunk of the tree, the sound surprising even her.

For a moment, she stumbled back, watching as the crack grew across the tree, spreading up the trunk in a star-like shape.

Her eyes widened, pink irises sparkling like diamonds under the light of the moon.

Black sap spilled from the tree's wounds like jam from a cut, an image swirling in the shiny surface.

Vibrant colors…silvery green grass…home.

A smile formed on Eternal Sugar's face as she surged forward to grab her harp.

Yet, before she could grab it, the instrument was swallowed up by the sap, disappearing into the pretty much portal created by the sap.

She was quiet for a moment, staring with an open mouth as she watched the harp appear in the image reflecting back at her from the sap's shiny surface.

There's only one way to go from here, I guess, she thought.

She reached her hand into the sap, cringing at the texture of the sticky substance, but despite her turmoil she pushed forward.

Placing her hands on the edges of the crack in the tree, she took a deep breath, holding it as she pulled herself forward through the sap.

On the other side of the silver willow, outside of the beast of sloth's prison, Carameleon watched the tree split down the center, black sap seeping from the bark and pooling against the grain of the tree.

A harp appeared from the sap, covered in globs of it and tumbling down to where the small cookie stood behind a bush.

The next thing the little shifter knew, there was an entire cookie clawing their way out of the sap, white, pink tinted, wings spreading out behind them.

The tree split further as the cookie clambered their way out, hitting the ground with a solid thud.

Carameleon stood in shock, staring at the cookie that wasn't at all hard to recognize.

Eternal Sugar.

This is bad, was the only thought to enter the chameleons mind as he watched the winged cookie begin to work globs of sap off her body.

This is, so, so bad.

[pure-vanilla-lilies]

One, good morning!~

And two, to start this off, lemme give you the list of the angels in fresh dough! Excluding the npcs-

The main angels we have currently are Angel (of course), Eternal Sugar, Strawberry, Pure Vanilla, and Madeleine.

Three out of five of these angels have ascended!

You might be wondering, Pepper, what's the difference between an ascended angel and just, a normal angel? This is where the nightmare fuel part comes in.

In fresh dough, there are two primary differences between an ascended angel and a normal angel, those being appearance, and how they act.

Think of ascension kind of like, an angel's maturity rite in an odd way. Ascension most often will complete during a major event, but it starts years beforehand, the changes slowly build up under the dough over time. And it's not a pleasant experience in the slightest.

One important thing is that an angel's actions effect how their ascension will change them, especially their appearance. The generic "sins" so to speak and the severity of actions related to those "sins" make the most impact on an angel's appearance, Eternal Sugar would be a prime example of an angel with massive changes to their appearance caused by their actions.

Eternal Sugar's ascension completed the moment she became a beast, her main "sins" being lust and, well, sloth, and in a plethora of quantity as well, leading to severe changes in her wings and her halo. Her wings split apart, her halo split apart as well and now rather than her halo being over her head, she has multiple halos around the flight feathers of her wings. Hell she gained a ring of eyes in place of her original halo (do those eyes function? yes. yes they do. but it's up to her if they do).

Another important thing about ascension is how it effects an angel mentally.

And I actually have a song to describe this! This. -> https://youtu.be/1XxhVkIx6-M

Ascension starts out unnoticeable, small changes that don't effect the angel much, but it gets much, much worse the closer their ascension is to completion. Their own actions effect them more and more the closer they are to ascension, if they feel something is the wrong course of action but it's the only course of action they have, it will eat away at them, and it won't stop eating away at them until their ascension has completed.

It's bad enough to the point that if you asked, let's say, Pure Vanilla, about his choice to send his people away from his kingdom before the Dark Flour War begun, he'd tell you that while he doesn't regret it, the images it brought upon him still haunt him despite everything having been said and done now. Pure Vanilla is one of the angels that have ascended, mind you. His ascension completed just shortly after the war began, with the end of it (y'know him sealing away Enchantress (or at least trying to in fresh dough)) being the cause of the loss of half a wing (to say the least Enchantress dropped a massive piece of ceiling on his wing). Everything during an angel's ascension continues to effect them afterwards, maybe think of it like a case of ptsd in a way.

You are in fact going to see what occurs during an angel's ascension in real time during the story! By the time fresh dough starts, Madeleine's ascension has just begun, so I'll be steadily figuring out how to write him going through that.

So anyway yeah out of all the cookie "sub-species" so to speak in fresh dough the angels are definitely my favorite! :D I say, as if I'm not putting them in the worst situations possible-

👀

[cookieofearthbread]

"EXCUSE YOU! I'M NOT HERE TO CAUSE PROBLEMS!"

SHE WAS ONLY AGREEING THAT SLEEPING ON A CLOUD HAS IT BENEFITS.

SO RUDE!

cookieofearthbread | Eternal Sugar can agree to that

"....it's too early for more problems."

[cookieofearthbread]

@milk-and-trickery

From within his confinement, Shadow Milk Cookie idly floated. Upside down today, what was today even.. oh he lost count. He hummed, only to hear far off banging, screeching.. was.. was someone throwing a TANTRUM!? OHOHO! Immediately he pivoted and flew to the edge of his prison, squinting, putting a hand over his eyes to try and find out just who was so enraged! Was it Burning Spice? No.. no that scream was Eternal Sugar! "Yoooo hooo! Eternal Sugar Cookie! My my! What has you sooooo so so so upset? Why I haven't heard you so incredibly ENRAGED since we were locked away!"

The fallen angel was absolutely fuming as she continued to throw her temper tantrum, launching her magic against the cage, and flying around the cage like a rabid cakehound wanting to tear and rip everything that it could however with how the seal was designed; it was impossible as her magic simply bounced off and fizzed out which only serves to enrage the angel in further.

She didn’t care at the rating she was going! She didn't care if she was going to disturb the other beasts! After all! Why does it matter! The only other time she has been this furious was when she and the others were locked away!

Sure she despaired at first but that despair turned into hatred! Which led her to becoming enraged and enraged... Until that rage settled down and lay lurking beneath her dough until now. The anger brought back by the events that just played out a few minutes ago.

The fallen angel was about to launch another attack on the ‘wall’ until she heard a voice calling out to her which made her snap her attention to it. Her eyes were glowing brightly and her appearance a complete mess; wild and feral.

The sweetness melted away to show the sourness that was the Beast of Sloth.

Shadow Milk Cookie... The voice was the jester.

............ ....... ...

Eternal Sugar merely stared at the direction of the voice as there was a moment of silence until...

A loud SMACK could be heard as she pressed against the wall, her hands and face pressing against the wall.

“She. Was. Here.” Her voice hissed loudly and grew louder with each word spoken. “She was here and now she’s gone! Against her will! Someone interrupted us! And I know it was SOMEONE! Just by her REACTION! And I KNOW that Candy Eye Cookie WOULDN’T have left either! Until she has to otherwise!”

[thatslikely]

Monster - R.L.

Monster- (Young) Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader (unspecified house)

Warnings: descriptions of blood and violence

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: I don’t normally write for the Marauders, but this was a special request for my best friend Ocean, who has stood by my side for as long as I can remember. I love you Ocean <3

Just a reminder: Y/N is Your Name, and thoughts/flashbacks are in italics.

Taglist: @amourtentiaa @probably-peeves @anchoeritic @theweasleytwinsgirl

if you want to be added to my general or character-specific taglist, send me a dm or an ask!

----

Remus Lupin was a monster; a hideous beast deserving of nothing but a depressing life. A creature doomed to an eternity of rightfully earned misery and isolation. He was nothing more than a savage, barbaric werewolf.

Y/N, Y/L/N was a gorgeous and effervescent girl, who seemingly had the whole world rooting for her. She was exceptionally astute, a skilled and hallowed prefect, and unimaginably beautiful in every sense of the word. Someone who deserved nothing but the best.

While Remus would never believe it, he was the exact antithesis of a monster. To his friends, and to his great surprise, you, he was an altruistic, solicitous, and perceptive boy. A boy who you loved with every fiber of your being. A boy who needed to learn to love himself.

No matter what actions you took or words you sang, Remus sat in denial of your true feelings for him.

“But… why would you love someone like me? You already figured out that I’m a werewolf. I’m a monster, Y/N. You deserve so more than I could ever give to you,” Remus stated somberly. His eyes glistened with tears and were distinctly tinged with self-loathing. His normally soft, caramel locks were disheveled, and his worn Gryffindor uniform was wrinkled.

“Moony,” you started, Remus flinching at the nickname spilling from your lips, “I don’t care that you’re a werewolf. You’re breathtaking to me all the time, full moon or not. You have to understand, you’re not a monster! You’re someone I love. Someone I can’t live without.”

With the last sentence escaping your mouth with a plea, the tears that had been brewing in Remus’ eyes finally dripped down his face freely. He looked so broken, all the concrete walls that he had built up for so long crumbling under your acceptance and love. He was completely and utterly vulnerable.

He couldn’t be bothered to smudge away the translucent tears staining his cheeks, instead his arms instinctively reached to you like an infant, for a tight hug. He clung to your body like a lifeline; your soft and delicate skin drenched with a well-kept cardigan pressed into his aching chest. You felt so comforting in his arms, he could’ve held you forever. 

“Y/N… I love you.”  

The Great Hall was packed to the rafters with students adorned in varicolored robes, laughs and conversations dancing in one ear and out the other. The ancient, wooden tables were enveloped with pearly plates of every size, each supporting sky-scraping mounds of delicious house elf-made food. You promptly took the vacant seat next to Remus, reserved courtesy of himself, excited to see him after an endless day of droning professors.

James and Sirius were already plotting some sort of devious scheme, probably directed at their fierce rival, a raven-haired fellow fifth year named Severus Snape. You and Remus never became involved with the dastardly pranks, however, instead opting for unbiased pacifism. While a beady-eyed Peter was eagerly lapping up James’ and Sirius’ plans like ice-cold water in a desert, your stunning eyes lovingly locked with Remus’ handsome, mahogany ones.

You were quick to notice that Remus’ loaded plate of food remained untouched all dinner, contrasting the hefty meal residing in your own stomach. The full moon was approaching quickly, and there was no doubt he was worried out of his wits. You subtly motioned for him to pick at his plate, to no avail. 

If only he would allow you to comfort him about his monthly transformations. He had always been quick to shut down discussion of anything related to the lupine side of him, no matter how much you begged on your hands and knees for him to open up. 

“Remus, you really should eat. It’ll make you feel better, I promise,” you said with a concerned smile. The already troubled expression he wore fell even lower.

“I’m not hungry,” he said softly with strict finality. His face was painted with worry and guilt, a familiar but unpleasant sight. Once he noticed your gaze remained locked on him, he hastily covered up his unhappy expression with a small pseudo-smile.  

“Can you at least have a bite of chocolate?” you asked, grabbing a small chuck of delicious candy from a wrapper in your robe pocket. You extended your sugar-filled hand to him expectantly, and he obliged, grabbing the cracked square with annoyance. Once he started chewing on the sweet chocolate, however, his nerves relaxed and his demeanor softened.  

“Where’d you get this stuff, darling? Tastes quite good,” he asked, his words barely distinguishable thanks to the silky chocolate that filled his scarred cheeks. The nervous look that previously resided on his face was completely erased, a goofy grin triumphantly taking over.

“I’ll tell you, only if you swear to eat at least a little bit of your dinner,” you said motherly, gesturing your hands towards his plate of cold food. He emitted a sarcastic grumble before spooning some cold mashed potatoes into his mouth. He tried, and failed, to hide his gagging at the taste of the cold mush on his tongue, but he persevered, swallowing a few bites. 

“I believe I owe you some chocolate,” you said satisfied, this time removing the whole bar from your inky black cloak pocket. You ensured the bar was wrapped nicely before gingerly giving it to a giddy Remus.

“Now, where can I get myself some of this? They don’t sell it at Honeydukes, do they?” he questioned, before breaking off a bit of the milky chocolate, promptly popping it into his mouth. He kindly shared some extra squares with the other three Marauders, ‘thanks’ repeatedly passed his way.

“It’s homemade, straight from Mum’s kitchen. I get sent some just about every Sunday, so it looks like I’m your only source. Bummer.”

“Oh well. I suppose it’s worth it.” Remus rolled his eyes jokingly, sending a thankful squeeze to your interlocked fingers.  

The rest of dinner flowed along effortlessly.

----

Your droopy eyes languidly peeled open, revealing the lazy golden rays of light dancing across the stone walls of your cluttered dorm. The repulsive taste of mucus lingered at the back of your throat, an unwelcome side effect of your restless sleep.

Tonight was the night of the dreaded full moon.

Violent images of a bloody and wounded Remus flashed through your brain, causing a pained whimper to escape your throat. It always shattered your heart to see Remus returning back from a transformation, beaten, limping and broken. 

He made every effort to conceal himself returning in that state, cautiously darting to the Hospital wing, not wanting you to see, and subsequently pity him. But unknown to him, the tucked-away broom closet parallel to Madam Pomfrey’s provided a miniscule glance of his disheveled self every dangerously moonlit night.

You sluggishly got up from your bed, a bone-creaking stretch of your arms coupling with a sloth-like yawn following suit. You trudged through quicksand to the bathroom, quickly brushing your teeth to rid your mouth of the unpleasant morning taste that coated your tastebuds. 

Not long after, you threw on a comfortable outfit, one of Remus’ worn and oversized t-shirts and some sweatpants. If wearing his clothes could bring him a little joy today, it was worth it. 

“I like your shirt today. Looks quite dashing,” you said in a joking tone to the boy sprawled on the crimson-dressed bed below you. Remus was donning a holey, earth-toned t-shirt, topped with a matching unbuttoned, cocoa-colored flannel which complimented his messy mop of hair.

He sat up with an innocent smirk, saying, “It’d look pretty ‘dashing’ on you, too.” Remus’ cheeks gained heat at his bold comment, his mind imagining you wrapped in his clothes. Your goofy smile added to his favorite shirt would be near perfect.

“Wanna test your theory?” you casually asked, tiny droplets of adrenaline coursing through your veins. You were always a bit flustered around Remus, but the prospect of his shirt was too alluring to pass up. 

His face morphed into a slightly mischievous grin, and his hands quickly tore off the flannel overshirt that complimented the coveted top underneath. “Turn around for a second.”

You cocked your eyebrow in surprise before complying, pivoting your body away from the changing Remus. You envisioned his bare torso, dotted with sore scars. The exciting ruffling of clothes played behind you in a whisper.

Your eyes begged to sneak a peek, but they listened to Remus’ request, remaining clamped shut until he signaled, “Okay, you can look now.”

The prized brown shirt laid scrunched-up in his lap, his hands busily buttoning the few top buttons of his flannel, which was now stretched across his whole chest. After the flannel was fitted to his satisfaction, he tossed you the shirt with an amused smile.  

You promptly slipped it over your head, the familiar and angelic smell of Remus brushing your nostrils. The shirt fit like a potato sack on your body, but to him, you looked ethereal. 

Remus wasn’t seen all day, for he was locked up in his dorm, rotting away with anxiety. James, Sirius, and Peter all attempted to get him out of the cage he laid trapped in, but nothing, even the most enticing offers, would make him budge.

He finally emerged from his cave to the common room late into the afternoon, wearing puffy, red eyes with heavy purple bags underneath. You immediately ran to him, arms wrapping tightly around his stiff chest. He released a sigh before reciprocating the hug, a tiny, tired smile, resting on his face.  

“Good afternoon to you, too,” he breathily muttered in your ear. Your whole body sprang up with goosebumps at the feeling of his warm breath hitting your skin.

“I’ve been worried sick about you.” Your soft, relieved voice rang through his ears, guilt panging his heart.

“Don’t ever worry about me, honey. I’ll always be okay, and here for you.”

After stepping back from the solacing embrace, the other Marauders were quick to check on him. You stood away from their tight circle by the fire, simply admiring the laugh escaping Remus’ lips at one of James’ jokes. 

He’ll be okay, you comfortably told yourself, He’ll always be okay.

However, you failed to consider your own safety.

----

The pale strips of moonlight that shone through the window illuminated your glassy, saucer eyes, accompanied by your heart rapidly banging in your chest like a fast-tempoed timpani. Your arms vibrated with fear, and your ears remained steadily perked, listening for any stray howls reverberating from the Shrieking Shack.

You had tried your best to think positively: at least after tonight, he won’t worry for a while, but the images of a currently suffering Remus swam in your head, swiftly extinguishing your optimism.

Lupine-esque whimpers echoed through your brain, accompanying the ghastly memories of a bloodied Remus, causing your stomach to churn like the sea in a thunderstorm. You were plagued with such intense worry and guilt that you refused to remain idle in your dorm any longer.

If he remained abandoned by you every full moon, the scars that accented his skin would come back even more profound than last month. His chest would be drenched in his own blood, a familiar but nauseating sight. His leg would wobble to class every day just as badly, his knee sore and rigid. You couldn’t just sit and watch him break and heal again every month. Remus needed help.

You stuffed your feather-filled pillows under the duvet of your four-poster in the rough shape of a human body, hopefully convincing as your own. Then, you proceeded to noiselessly creep through your tranquil dorm, the minute tapping of your slippers on the hardwood blending seamlessly with the regular humming of the ancient castle. 

After safely out of the dorms and lifeless common room, you dashed to the Gryffindor tower, careful to avoid the observant eyes of patrolling professors. You softly muttered the password to the half-asleep Fat Lady, who you were well acquainted with thanks to the Marauder’s frequent antics.

You tip-toed up the cold, stone steps to the boy dormitories, promptly arriving at the fifth year dorms. You gave the sturdy, wooden door a light rap, crossing your fingers that the notorious night-owls would open up.

Your desperate wish was soon granted, a worried James peeling open the door, revealing the rest of the Marauders sitting in a circle on the rug behind him. “What’s up?” He whispered, a glint of mischief still present in his eyes, “you worried about Moony, too?”

“N- well yes, but I’m not here for a group therapy session. I need your cloak. The invisible one,” you quietly stated, confident and determined.

“What could you possibly be up to? Something tells me it’s not just a trip to the kitchens.” James looked considerably more suspicious, his knuckles’ grip tightening on the door. Sirius got up from his spot on the floor, approaching the door frame. 

“Er- just give me the cloak, please? I can’t sit around knowing he’s suffering alone out there. Not anymore.” Your eyes threatened to fill with tears, but you successfully fought to keep them under control.

“Y/N, is this really the best idea? I know you two are ‘in love or whatever’ but is it worth dying for? You and I both know the danger of his condition.” You winced at James’ words before stubbornly nodding, determined to leave with the cloak.  

“At least let us go with you. I don’t think Moony would want his girlfriend dying, especially if it was his fault.” Sirius snatched his wand and coat from the nightstand, ready to accompany you to the lupine love of your life.

“I’m sure that there’s no way in hell I could stop you guys, but, please, don’t worry about me. I’m a perfectly capable witch, believe it or not.”

James uneasily handed you the cloak while Sirius gave you a comforting pat on the back. You turned away from the dorm, your mind set on the Shrieking Shack. 

----

The fierce wind howled through the towering, spiky trees, not soothing your jittery nerves in the slightest. The previously clear, starry sky was now blanketed with inky storm clouds. The ground occasionally rattled with booming thunder, making your tingly legs shake even more.

Your wand was out and eager to spew spells at any unusual sights or sounds, despite knowing that the only real threat, Remus, resided exclusively in the shack. You gradually inched closer to the Whomping Willow, not exhibiting any Gryffindor-ish traits as you did so. 

When you were finally within range of it’s murderous branches, you skillfully levitated a rock to perfectly rest on the trunk’s secret pressure-point, paralyzing its wooden limbs without a sweat. You ducked under it’s ancient roots, running towards the demonic barks that echoed in the distance.

You tore the transparent hood off of your shoulders, dropping it on the porch of the dilapidated house. Your vision blurred with fearful tears, but regardless, you pushed the peeling door of the shack open, scared to see what lay inside.

Musty, forgone furniture was haphazardly thrown around what was presumably the den; deep and fresh claw marks mangled the grimy plush of chairs. Moldy tabletops were smashed in, opaque glass windows were shattered into millions of pieces, and there were unsettlingly large paw prints dotting the rotting floor.  

“Remus?” you squeaked, your throat tense and withdrawn. Low, animalistic growls could be heard from the second floor, and with a gulp, you slowly ascended the creaky stairs which groaned under your every movement.

“Remus…?” you repeated at the top of the desolate stairs, this time barely audible. “Moony?”

The level was eerily quiet, making you regret your decisions a hundred times over. You scampered forward, the small beam of white light emitted from the tip of your wand growing shaky with fear. He’s up here, somewhere. Thoughts of a suffering Remus drove you to peer through every room, fearfully expecting to find a helpless, balled up werewolf sitting in the corner.

Each battered bedroom lay devoid of life, disregarding the infestation of cockroaches that resided in the decaying walls. Your legs felt numb and uncontrollable as you stepped to the final bedroom at the end of the hallway. Remus must be in here.

You rolled your wrist around, making sure it was pliant in preparation for the spells that would likely need casting. You pushed the unhinged door to the side, ready to face your lupine boyfriend.

Barbaric, unintelligible noises tickled your ears at a low frequency. You walked silently into the room, the quivering grip on your wand increasing. You stepped further and further into the room, towards the bed that lay broken in the center.

A thunderous snarl from the closet jolted you around, invisible tears pouring down your face. “Remus? Remus, come out, it’s m-me.” 

Bloodied claws, sharp as daggers, dug into the aged wood, slowly approaching you like a predator sneaking up on its prey. “Remus, its Y/N. Don’t worry. It’s okay, I’m here.”

Inhuman, savage eyes pierced into your own soaked ones. Not an ounce of your boyfriend was left in the shadowy wolf; the way he slinked towards you viciously, the way bubbly drool fell from his twisted snout, the open wounds that characterized his back. 

His demeanor showed no signs of recognition, only ferine instincts ruled his primitive mind. “Remus… it's me…” Your voice cracked with heartbreak, a sob escaping afterwards. Silence, save for the deep, drawn out growls from the werewolf.

“REMUS! REMUS, TELL ME YOU REMEMBER ME? PLEASE, REMUS, PLEASE,” you wailed. Maybe you were yelling to get through to him, or maybe just to hear your own voice over your booming heart that drowned out your thoughts. 

Remus left you no time to think, let alone act, as your whittled wand thudded to the floor, and the vicious werewolf’s jaw sunk into your delicate collarbone. Sanguine blood splattered extravagantly across the decrepit room, its hauntingly intricate patterns tainting the rickety bed behind you, turning its dusty white sheets a sickly crimson.

A hoarse shriek rattled through your teeth as the feral canines dug deeper into your shredded flesh. Your vision went blurry, not from the tortured tears spilling from your eyes, but from mind-numbing exhaustion. The last thing you saw before collapsing onto the floor with a groan, your mouth contorted open in pain, was a quick flash of black and brown.

----

“Y/N… I’m so sorry.” Your chest vibrated from the lugubrious sobs escaping Remus’ nauseated throat. His lips and chin was crusted with a rusty red waterfall sourced from his now human teeth, his tousled, sweat-drenched hair rested on your heart. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry...”

“I’m a monster.”

Your dried, bloodshot eyes peeled open, taking in the confusing sight that surrounded you. You were crumpled on the floor of the Shrieking Shack, held by a sobbing, gory Remus. A melancholy James, Sirius, and Peter stood further back, taking in the depressing sight before them. 

Languid morning rays shone through the opaque glass of the window, the beams perfectly highlighting the slick trails of blood that dried all over your body. Your shirt was torn to shreds, the collar being the most mangled. Your shoulder stung with the pain of a thousand Crucio-curses.

“Remus… what happened?” you croaked, your throat unwilling to cooperate, its texture like sandpaper. His drenched, brown eyes looked up to you in shock, tears falling down his scarred checks even faster. Last night was nothing but a hazy black blur which made your head pound even thinking about it.

“What happened to me, Remus?”

“I turned you. You’re a monster like me now.”

“I-I don’t think I understand…”

“You came to the Shrieking Shack last night to comfort Remus, and well, he bit you. You’re a werewolf now,” Sirius solemnly said, his gaze pointed to his black Doc Martens. Remus soon ran out of tears to cry, his eyes instead spacing out, his mind drowning out your words and touches.

“I turned you into a werewolf. I’ve sentenced you to the same hell that I live. I’m so sorry, there’s nothing we can do. I’m a monster!” Remus shouted, his shaky voice the most depressing thing that’s ever graced your ears. You sat on the floor, wrapped in Remus’ sorrowful embrace, shocked silence filling the mournful room. Tears subconsciously coated your burning cheeks and chin, fusing with the rust-colored, crusted blood, creating a sickly pink waterfall down your face.

“Remus, it’s okay-”

“No, it's not. Not this time, Y/N. It's all my fault,” he cried, “I swore that I would protect you, protect you from that monstrous side of me, and now look. We’re one and the same. Except that I’m a truly vile being deep down. I should be gone.”

“Being a werewolf isn’t some cool superpower or something; it's a disease! It's a ravaging, dangerous, violent disease; it taints everything, it’s inescapable. A disease that the person that matters the most to me now has, and it’s all my fault! I shouldn’t have come to this school in the first place. I don’t deserve any of this. I deserve to die.”

“Remus John Lupin, don’t you dare say that you deserve anything even remotely close to death! I know being a werewolf is going to be difficult, painful, everything, but at least I have someone to help me! At least I have someone who isn’t just going to leave me on the streets and have me fend for myself. I trust you more than anyone, I know it’s going to be okay, okay? You’re far from a monster, Moony. You’re someone I love,” you choked out, your voice fading with pain.

Remus’ eyes found crystalline tears once again, and you held his bloodied head to your chest, allowing his ears to hear your slow heartbeat, cooing, “It’s okay, it’s okay, I love you. It’s going to be okay, I promise. I’ll survive, we’ll survive, together.”

[daebaths]

* CHARACTER  INTERVIEW  !  repost,    don’t reblog.

NAME  :    ryo asuka NICKNAME  :    ryo-chan, professor, satan AGE  :     18 ( physically ) eternal SPECIES  :    fallen angel ( stuck in a human form )

PERSONAL !

MORALITY  :      lawful   /   chaotic  /   good   /   neutral   /   evil  /   true  . RELIGION  :    none SINS   :     greed   /   gluttony   /   sloth   /   lust   /   pride   /   envy   /   wrath  . VIRTUES :     chastity   /   charity   /   diligence   /   humility   /   kindness   /   patience  /  justice  . KNOWN LANGUAGES :    japanese, latin, english, demonic, angelic SECRETS  :   he is actually satan

PHYSICAL !

BUILD  :     scrawny   /   bony   /   slender   /   fit   /   athletic   /   curvy   /   herculean   /  pudgy  /   average   . HEIGHT  :   5′7ft   SCARS   /   BIRTHMARKS  :     two large scars on his back ( where his main two wings used to be. ) two scars on his wrist, two scars on his ankles, scars on his chest ( from his top surgery ) ABILITIES   /   POWERS  :   superhuman strength, holy powers, superhuman intelligence, telekinesis  RESTRICTIONS  :   the ability to use his powers because he lost his memories as satan

FAVOURITES !

FOOD  :    rare steak with portebello mushrooms and garlic DRINK  :    red wine, coffee with milk and sugar, coca-cola PIZZA TOPPING  :    pineapple & spinach COLOUR  :     white, black, and gray MUSIC GENRE  :    classical, rock, and jazz BOOK GENRE  :     horror, mystery, and nonfiction MOVIE GENRE  :    anything horror related SEASON  :     winter CURSE WORD  :  goddamn SCENT ( S )  :    citrus, rosewater, and musk

FUN STUFF !

BOTTOM OR TOP  :     this boy is MOTHERFUCKING POWERBOTTOM SINGS IN THE SHOWER  :     never LIKES PUNS  :     he will point a knife at u

tagged by: i stole it lmao tagging: dabs @ u

[sunseed-fandump]

I've been seeing people toss in their own two cents with their own thoughts and ideas and I LOVE that. So I guess I'll share with you guys my rough ideas of what the other Beast's prisons may or may not be like.

Granted, this would be a lot easier to figure out based on their personalities/power sets. But from what little information I had to go off of, this is what I came up with:

(Under the cut cus this also kinda turned into a hypothetical character analysis oop)

Burning Spice Cookie, the former Virtue of Change who now only seeks to destroy. But why do they want to destroy? Well, it's possible it is to show who is the strongest. The most powerful. Perhaps Burning Spice, as a character, values strength and survival of the fittest. Maybe they seek to forever be known as the strongest. A lot (not all) spicy cookies that we've seen so far in the franchise are proud warriors, so I wouldn't be too surprised to find Burning Spice Cookie following a similar trend. (Again this is all speculation). Burning Spice clearly must take pleasure in ruination. Possibly taking pleasure in bullying those whom they deem weak and toppling kingdoms just to see them be reduced to dust.

OR since the Beasts are meant to be the opposites of the Heroes, perhaps they Destroy just for the satisfaction of taking away from others.

Thus, a prison for someone like Burning Spice Cookie might present something they CANT destroy. Maybe, it gives them an enemy to fight that they cannot defeat. Maybe it is a door that never opens.

Or maybe Burning Spice's prison is just a pile of ashes.

When they first arrived, it had been something beautiful and serene. But in their rage, Burning Spice proceeded to destroy everything they came across. Breaking, snapping, ripping, tearing, burning. Until there was nothing left.

Because in the cycle of Change, there is destruction yes, but there is also creation. And without creation. All that's left is nothing.

So Burning Spice's prison is a field of ashes. Once a beautiful place they could have found comfort in is now nothing but a bitter reminder that without Change there would be nothing.

Because being the strongest doesn't matter when everything is dead.

Eternal Sugar Cookie, the former Virtue of Happiness who now only embodies Sloth. Now, I've seen a lot of people take this one rather literally (myself included) and determine that Eternal Sugar is a cookie who enjoys sleeping. And judging from what brief glimpses we caught of them in their appearances so far, that does seem to be the case. However, what ELSE does Sloth represent and how does this correlate to Happiness?

The thing is, Eternal Sugar only cares about THEIR OWN happiness. They're lazy. They don't want to deal with other people's problems. Who do you think you are demanding Eternal Sugar's valuable time and attention? Why should they have to lift a single finger?

Eternal Sugar Cookie might just be a massive spoiled brat who only wishes to be waited upon and live in luxury and eternal comfort.

Which is why Eternal Sugar's prison is cold, dark, and devoid of any comfort whatsoever.

No one to wait on them, no drinks or food, no place to lounge, or a single chair to sit. It's small, it's cramped, and maybe they can't even stretch their wings out all the way. Every single luxury they once had has been stripped from them.

Eternal Sugar got what they wanted, nobody will be bothering them anytime soon and they can be as lazy for as long as they want. But they won't ever be comfortable.

Because what good is luxury if it isn't enjoyed with friends?

Silent Salt Cookie, the former Virtue of Solidarity now fallen to Silence. This one is a bit harder to get a read on, however, I have a few rough ideas. Solidarity, as a concept, means Unity and Harmony. Silent Salt MAY be a full-on conqueror or perhaps an anarchist. One who wages war on entire countries by themselves in order to dismantle them. Not to "free" the cookies who live in whatever kingdoms Silent Salt targets, no, they all get crumbled too.

Going back around to the idea that the Beasts are meant to be opposites of their Hero counterparts, also kind of hits a strange point because of White Lily's whole... Everything. For simplicity's sake, we'll only look at White Lily. Since the Light of Freedom no longer shines on the part of her that became Dark Enchantress.

(Also, anybody else find it ironic how BOTH wielders of this Soul Jam have had some sort of massive inner crisis/conflict that causes turmoil and eventual villainy?)

White Lily's Soul Jam is meant to embody Freedom, meaning, in some form, Silent Salt could be an oppressor. Someone who strips freedom, or maybe even takes lives, from those who dare challenge them and their authority.

They are a knight of darkness. A harbinger of chaos. One whose region of Beast-Yeast is nothing but a (seemingly) empty flatland. (Or maybe it's a graveyard? A battlefield?)

Have you guys ever heard of "Salting the Earth"? For those that haven't, it was an old ritual where salt was sown into the earth of cities that had been razed by conquerors. It was meant to act as a curse. To curse whoever would dare try to rebuild that which had been destroyed. In some cases, it was also to make sure the ones who did the conquering wouldn't get haunted by the spirits of the people they had killed.

I just thought that was a neat fact :)

As for Silent Salt's prison? Chains. A lot of them. A cocoon of them. Tie the bastard up and throw away the key. They clearly can't be trusted with ANY sort of freedom, if all they do is relentlessly sow chaos and crumble any opponent on sight.

All there is in Silent Salt's prison is the clanking of chains and the hateful whispers of those they had crumbled in the past.

The spirits of the dead unifying against them as revenge.

Mystic Flour Cookie, the former Virtue of Violition who has fallen into Apathy. Honestly? Fuck this bitch. This one was a tough one, and I've seen other people struggling a bit with it too because how do you punish someone who gives literally NO shits whatsoever?

However, that doesn't exactly mean Mystic Flour is completely apathetic towards EVERYTHING. The world? Yeah. Toward other cookies? Oh absolutely. I wouldn't even be surprised if Mystic Four didn't even care if the other Beasts crumbled. Toward their own wellbeing? No, I don't think so.

Apathy isn't exactly hatred. It is just... Not caring. And honestly, that's what makes it so dangerous. Because to not care about someone or something means you wouldn't care if they lived or died. There is no joy, nor is there anger or sadness. It is literal emotional detachment from everything.

Mystic Flour Cookie might see everything as completely and utterly pointless.

Goals? What for? Dreams? That's a joke.

What's the point of pursuing anything, if everyone is just going to die in the end? Every living thing meets the same end, so what's the point in struggling for some meaningless dream that might not ever happen?

Violition, or will, is what drives everything. The desire to eat, drink, sleep, play - it's a necessary part of survival to WANT and ACT upon that want.

And if Mystic Flour takes that want? That drive to pursue desire? Then everything withers and dies.

But what would the prison for someone like that even look like? How do you punish someone who isn't sorry? How do you punish someone who doesn't care?

Simple. You don't.

Mystic Flour's prison is just as apathetic as they are.

It's just nothing. That's all it is. Nothing too bad, but... Nothing good either. Locked away and forgotten. Nothing to do, no goal to aim for. Nothing to see, only blank. Nothing to care about, and no one to care about them.

Just them and their thoughts. And they don't even have the luxury of death.

SO anyway those are just my fun little ideas. I'm probably gonna be putting my foot in my mouth for most of this when they all officially come out and honestly I cannot WAIT to be proven wrong because I'm sure it's going to be really fun.

Still, it's fun to speculate and I hope you guys enjoyed chewing on these ideas. Kudos to you if you read all that word vomit. ✌️✌️✌️

I can’t wait to learn more about the other Beast Cookies, because I have a headcanon that their prisons inside the tree are tailored with a specific punishment for each of them depending on their crimes.

For example, Shadow Milk Cookie’s prison is a vast empty nothingness. He can do whatever he wants, cast whatever spells and put on whatever shows… but he’s ALONE. No audience to terrorize or entertain. Nothing there to challenge him or inspire him. It’s just pure monotony. It’s BORING, and Shadow Milk would do anything not to be bored.

[cookieofearthbread]

Cue a certain angel laughing in the background. Imagine being friendzoned by a friend who would prefer to smash someone who destroy his kingdom and a dragon.

[cookieofearthbread]

Anon

Eternal Sugar. The one candy claims to be your best friend... We talked to Mystic Flour and Burning Spice and wish to ask you something. What is up with you and Candy Eye Cookie? She seems to be quite fond of you. Are you looking forward to seeing her again and her kid? How did you two meet?

(SIDENOTE: This is subject to change since Eternal Sugar haven't been fully revealed yet which includes her backstory however have this for now~)

--

"Aren't you a nosy little bunch...." Eternal Sugar yawned; unimpressed with the cookie that stood before her. Her eyes narrowed on the cookie before leaning forward until she was very close to the stranger's face.... Her eyes glowing at them before she backs off; small laughter could be heard from her.

"Goodness.... The fact you ask those two before me~ I don't know if I should be grateful or insulted that you waited this long to ask me about my best friend, Candy. After all, we are close." The fallen angel hummed, placing a hand under her chin, and tilting her head to the side.

"To answer you sweet questions~ I am indeed looking forward to seeing her again and her kid especially when I get my own body and my power back!~ Which I hope won't be too long!" She grinned widely before her expression softened and a small smile formed on her face.

"As for.... How I met her in the first place..." Eternal Sugar spoke softly; the tired tone slipping away from the angel and the tone replaced by one that was filled with somber.

"I heard tales of a floating kingdom that moved between the Licorice Sea and Beast Yeast which naturally grabbed my attention.... But what really grabbed my attention the most was how they did not allow outsiders to live within the kingdom itself." The angel's finger tracing against the cloud she was laying against.

"So I grew curious before making the decision to visit the kingdom to announce myself there and spread happiness around the kingdom which naturally drew attention to myself from the cookies living there and Candy herself." Her eyes shifting to the side as a humming sound left her before it was stopped by a sigh.

"When Candy heard who I was and I was in her kingdom... She introduced herself and the kingdom before asking if I was here for negotiations." Eternal Sugar let out a chuckle. "Which in a way... I guess you could saw I was... Either way, we kept talking and I kept visiting which allowed our friendship to flourish until we grew so very close to each other..."

"But........ You know what happens afterwards...." The fallen angel mumbled, blinking a few times, then her eyes narrowed and her tone took a darker turn... Her eyes glowing brightly.

"Everything fell apart and I thought she was killed." She glared at the stranger.

A grin appeared once more on her face; showing her teeth.

"But I was wrong... She's alive and I'm going make sure it stays that way this time whilst helping my other friends♪!~"

"....No

Matter

What."

[cookieofearthbread]

10 Facts - Accepting

@velvrose

10 facts about the almighty eternal sugar 🙏

Eternal Sugar used to sing to the animals that where in her area and domain however the more she slip into her corrupted state; the less she started to sing to the animals as she couldn't be bothered until she stopped singing to them. Although despite this; Eternal Sugar will still sing for her friends. -

Before her fall; Eternal Sugar would always visit her friends to check up on them to see how they were doing as well to cheer them up! After all, she is the Virtue of Happiness! However when the corruption started to take place; Eternal Sugar went and try to find a solution to fix the problem without letting the others know about her fear.... To only fail to find a solution when the pressure made her crack. -

She really love sugary drinks and food; the more sugar? The better it is. Sometimes she put so much sugar that it's nearly undrinkable/uneatable for normal cookies due to how sickly it is thus she always make sure to keep her drinks or foods separate from everyone else! -

Eternal Sugar loves playing on her harp and playing it for her friends. She will also play on the harps for the cookies that request it until she became corrupted... Now she only play it for her friends when they request it or if she knows that they are feeling down. -

When showing affection; Eternal Sugar will wrap her wings around the cookie and cling to them. As well she will often try and brush the cookie's hair (as a way to 'preen' them). Another way for Eternal Sugar to show affection is leaving gifts for the cookie. -

Love language? Gift Giving; she always love giving gifts to her friends and everyone around her. She still have this love language even when corrupted however it's more limited to her friends and lover. -

If Eternal Sugar falls asleep on you; good luck trying to get away from her because she will cling and never let go regardless of who you are... And if you are someone who isn't close to her or to any of the other beasts and you wake her up; she will kill you. The only other exception she been told not to kill or marked (which tells her to not kill) as well if you are a child (although she will be grumpy). Thus it's more ideal to let her sleep as she will let go once she wakes up and let you live as well. -

Eternal Sugar's wings feel like Cotton Candy and the only people who can touch are her lover and her friends. No one else can touch them as she will be quick to pull her wings away and kill them when she became a beast. -

Eternal Sugar didn't know she gained devil wings and devil tail until it was pointed out to her by one of the other beasts. At first she bothered by the fact she gained those features but quickly got used to them and don't mind them now. -

Despite being a beast; Eternal Sugar is rather fond of children and won't go out of her way to harm them. The only time she will harm them if they attack her first, they get in her way or they got in the way of one the other beasts.

[cookieofearthbread]

Pokemon Teams

Part 1 2 3

Eternal Sugar

Mystic Flour

Butter Roll

Prune Juice