Hello!! This is me off of tiktok. Anyways!!---
im currently making an au called affectionâs delusion and honestly itâs gotten so deep that i donât even know where the story ends and where it starts anymore. like itâs supposed to be comforting. itâs supposed to be peaceful. but the more i work on it, the more it feels like itâs watching me back.
it takes place in a place called the garden of sloth. imagine the softest light youâve ever seenâlike itâs always afternoon, warm but a little too still. everything smells like sugar and rain, the kind that falls even when the sky looks clear. every cookie here believes this world has always been home. they smile, they laugh, they bake, they dance, they rest. they talk about memories that donât make sense. they remember people who were never real.
they donât question it. because the garden doesnât like questions.
every cookieâs memory has been rewrittenâpolished until it shines just right. the witches did it. or maybe something worse. no one really knows. all they know is that theyâre happy. and happiness is the rule here. you have to smile. you have to believe. if you stop pretending itâs perfect, the world starts to notice.
and then thereâs cocoa bean cookie. sheâs not like the others. she remembers what came before, even if she pretends not to. she serves the witchesâor at least she thinks she doesâbut her real job is keeping the illusion together. she has this power, this ability to plant memories like seeds. she can rewrite anything. a friendship that never existed, a love that was never real, a life that ended too soon. she calls it a gift. others might call it a curse.
her âaffectionâ isnât gentleâitâs desperate. itâs the kind of love that refuses to die, even when it should. sheâs obsessed with eternal sugar cookie. not in a loud way, but in that quiet, obsessive way that burns underneath everything she says. she made herself a role in eternalâs story, a place where they were meant to be together. she planted a memory of their marriage, the vows, the garden blooming around them, everyone smiling, everyone believing.
and now everyone does. they all think itâs true. even eternal does.
but memories canât stay perfect forever. the gardenâs starting to glitch. things go missing. cookies forget mid-sentence. some of them start to dream of other placesâicy castles, burned forests, oceans that never existed here. they wake up crying, or worse, they wake up smiling but canât remember why.
the garden of sloth runs on affection, but affection decays. sugar melts. and when it melts, everything underneath starts to show. thereâs something buried under the roots. thereâs something that doesnât want to be remembered.
and cocoa bean knows. she always knows. sheâs just trying to keep it quietâto keep the world still long enough to protect her perfect love. she tells herself itâs mercy. she tells herself no one needs to know the truth. because the truth hurts, and she can fix that, right?
she can always fix that.
the auâs all about illusion and obsessionâthe idea that love, when twisted too tightly, can rewrite the world itself. itâs pretty horror, pastel dread, the kind of story that hums under your skin. every cookie thinks theyâre safe, but theyâre living inside someone elseâs story, someone elseâs memory. and the person writing it doesnât want to stop.
thereâs this soft, dreamy tone to everythingâflowers that whisper, frosting that moves like fog, reflections that lag behind a second too long. the sky doesnât shift. the clocks donât tick. time loops if you walk too far. the gardenâs âpeaceful,â but itâs not alive. itâs just repeating.
some cookies are starting to remember things they shouldnât. little details slip throughâthe wrong flavor of a memory, a face theyâve never met that feels familiar. the garden punishes curiosity in quiet ways. maybe your favorite flower wilts overnight. maybe you forget someoneâs name. maybe your reflection starts smiling before you do.
and every time someone gets too close to the truth, cocoa bean gently rewrites it. she tells them they were just tired. she tells them it was just a dream. and she means it. she really believes sheâs keeping them safe.
but the cracks are growing.
the storyâs about what happens when comfort becomes control. when âloveâ becomes obsession. when the person trying to protect everyone starts hurting them just to keep the illusion alive. the deeper you go into affectionâs delusion, the less you can tell whoâs real anymoreâif anyone ever was.
the au isnât meant to scare you right awayâitâs meant to lull you, to make you trust it. itâs soft colors, perfect smiles, warm light. youâll feel safe, right up until the moment you realize the light doesnât reach the corners. and by then, itâs already too late.
iâm still finishing up all the refs and notes, and every design ties into the theme somehow. like, small visual clues hidden in their outfits, little inconsistencies that hint theyâve been rewritten too many times. the kind of stuff you only notice once you know what to look for.
anyway i wonât spoil the rest yet (and believe me thereâs a lot moreâwhole arcs, hidden files, maybe even the witches themselves) but iâll start posting soon. i just think itâs funny how easy it is to fake a happy world when no one wants to admit itâs fake.
affectionâs delusion isnât about villains or heroes. itâs about the lie we tell ourselves to keep the world soft. itâs about the comfort of denial, and how even that can rot if you hold onto it too long.
so yeah. welcome to the garden. everythingâs fine here.
donât ask too many questions.
donât wander too far.
and if you start remembering things that donât make senseâ
no you didnât. ( I'm cringe. I know đ)
