Eternal Sugar Cookie feels, to me, an emotionally-deattached type.
Eternal Sugar Cookie, the embodiment of succulent indolence, is a passionate narcissistic tyrant who hides her devilish intentions with naked angelic pearly white plumes and lovely blossoms.
There is only sky, a heavenly hue, and an edgeless sea of aural iridescence. The sun never sets in her Kingdom, the privilege of sloth reigns supreme.
Clouds flourish in flowerless gardens of their own, floating, boundless, and enthralling. Free as far as the hand may reach; only surrender and desolation, desocialization. Careless indifference in her kingdom disgused as afloof relaxation.
A safe haven too-good to be true, paradise for the disillusioned.
Lesser Cookies will never trade their inherently selfish desires and greedy impluses for the releasing tranquility of purity or happiness. So why bother inspiring them if its so fleeting in their feeble lives?
Peace is the dying dream of a bygone era. She holds no hope for monsters, no heart for remorse.
But the one good thing about Cookiekind is how truly inconsistent their people are. To hold the attention of the Beast of Sloth is to never remember relief again. Suddenly grasped towards Eden beyond the mortal coil, above the ground, too far away for any other insolent hand to drag you from her gaze.
To have Eternal Sugar Cookie is to be hoarded, to be seen, and desired as her most prized possession. Know the chains of obsession in her illusion of beautiful delicate delusions.
Sometimes, at just the right moment, the snake will be tempted with fruit.
Spot the needles in the haystack. A feeble whisper, saddling a whisp of wind. Sugar in a barrel of tough bitterness and sourdough, a diamond in the rough; she exercises total control so so slowly. She then will much further isolate you, all sugar-worn wearing tender love-pink guise.
Her angelic, devil-soothed ardor is abominable. A monsterous obsession wrapped in pretty bows and rhymtic chrome, gleaming jewelic locks.
Eternal Sugar Cookie is a very silent, subtle influence at first;
That sinking anchor of annoyed resentment in the dark pit of your stomach?
That crawling absence, the shallow emptiness that swallows you whole, in a single moment, after every effort to get right back up again despite whats at stake?
That deafening ignorance disgused as content, indifferent consideration of any action or consequence?
That's her presence, a raising boiling hot deviance. A festering, stubborn pressure made apparent inside the private inner bowels of your heart.
Attached, stuck like glue, once you caught her eye prepure to face the inevitable consequence, the judgment of The Beast of Sloth; no intention of harmony. A virus, her nihilism rots away your best mental defenses, growing like a sinister tumor. Eating away at the most delicate parts of you.
Eternal Sugar Cookie was baked knowing what she most wanted, what precisely she craves in eager proportions. The Beast of Sloth won't allow balance or peace until you dismantle into pieces in her grasp. Tangled up in her deranged thorns, nice and tight with no hope of escape; Your new home, in her graceless nest of corrupted nimbus, nefarious vapors whispering false assurance and security.
You'd be surprised at just how fast she can steal the very oxygen in your lungs, in a blink, as naturally fleeting as a tiny droplet in a lake, a grain of sand kissing the bottom of the hourglass; Someone who can effortlessly order the natural cycle of air with a twitch of a picky to simply cease, that can touch the souls of other weaker wills without so much as moving an inch themselves.
She carelessly strips the tranquility, meaning, any definition from your most basic tasks, no choice in the matter, you won't know until it's too late to mourn those you distance yourself from. No one is safe. To grief where that familiar spark had gone; that you don't have the energy to entertain toward what you once knew and dearly loved, such precious time could be spent amongst better company.
Time is of the essence, especially for Cookiekind. You will pull the switch any second now. It won't be long before the flightless bird of her betrothed walks upon the line of separation between earth and sky, accepting the palm that covets their attention and volition.
Eternal Sugar Cookie is an overconfident sort, aloof and arrogant in her powess. She is quite certain of the outcome. Her kingdom is the right choice. She knows you best after all.
Your companionships and relationship to the outside world, as well as the inside, are nothing more than simple fleeting leaves, vulnerable against the harsh strife and fairness of nature. Prey in the eyes of beasts.
Physical mortal foundations aren't of use to her, of no effort, nor bother. So, logically, you shall lose it.
You, the source of Eternal Sugar Cookie's attention, must sacrifice yourself to her ambition; open yourself up in her kingdom, and indulge in sweetest indolence. Let her devour your pride. Eternal Sugar Cookie's bed is your heart, your soul, her precious possession. There stands no wall she can't phase through, no lock she can't break, no void she can't breach, pirvacy is non-existent. Closed rooms are a no-go.
You are hoarded, not allowed to stray from her gaze. While Eternal Sugar Cookie can help it, there is no fair fight.
Your pitiful pillars of support will eventually crumble. The walls shall stress; an agonizing tension and strain. They suffer great, horrific collision once your friendly little fledglings start putting their noses where they don't belong.
Eternal Sugar Cookie listens to no plea. She rips you apart from it in each matter, regardless of importance. Clean, cut, and dry.
In every physical and mental capacity, she will break the ties stubbornly binding your morality and petty mortal obligation, and the irony shall be lost to her.
From your society, childhood home, family. To Eternal Sugar Cookie, this is child's play. Her tumor will gentle put a haze over your eyes to effectively minimize your lively priorities and responsibilities til they inevitably shrivel like weeds and die into spiritual as well as emotional insignificance. Extended to your own youth and soul.
Severity; to let go of that burdensome weight, to feel light enough to let go of all else that binds you to your feeble Cookie existence, to just continue to be and sleep comfortably til the Sun, at last, dies and reaps everything with it. To fall so deep, dream so soundly that nothing matters to you anymore but to shut yourself off completely and utterly in the dark paradise of her promising embrace.
Asleep forever, in a fragile moment that stretches into dreamy nothingness, lids glued shut. Locked in the sealed halo of her interlocking fingers, fluttering like butterfly wings over delicate lashes, consistently prying curious divots in your crust. She sings you hymns, hushed; muttering, muttering, and still muttering.
No direction. Aimlessly drifting in silken-kissed fine laced illusion of possessive freedom, a white lie forged in a sleep like dead peace; frozen still as stone under the crude gaze of time, the threat of great cataclysmic collapse. Hopelessly trapped, locked, and no key. Inside your own deluded vortex of sloth and sinking fear, safely far away from the frantic worrying eyes and reaching hands of fellow Cookie friends and family, willing to run themselves to completely crumbs for a goal, they shouldn't even bother covetting.
Why should you care? It's all for not.
She has you right where she desires you. Right where it all feels as it should be. Eternal Sugar Cookie fogged your mind more than you will ever comprehend, and Eternal Sugar Cookie can ensure your compliance in any daring state. She will ensure personally, insisting you have always been this way, you merely needed to finally notice. That it's easier to simply embrace it, nothing more or less.
Poor you, trying so hard for absolutely nothing.
Why rush home when your beloved Kingdom won't even miss you anyway?
They won't even notice you've vanished. The night is tranquil. It seems to blend you in reckless abandon, leaving no room for space in her endless ether of blissful cloud and swirling fog; lost between the sweet rolls of twisting trees, risklessly coated by the primordial solitude of lazy mist, her hands will fly to hold you, to finally have you. This world has no use for you.
Nor do you yourself have attachments to the world itself, despite the screaming echo crawling and squirm like gummy worms at the back of your head.
Who cares about such careless opinions?
Clenching and still yet clenching, she broods like a proud mantis; caresses and touches you in off-handed strokes.
By the time you ascended above the mountains towards the Heavens with her, you have successfully shut out all your connections and motivations to the land below. The immortal mark potent from The Beast of Sloth is remarkable and undeniable, a divine certainty Eternal Sugar Cookie is obsessively determined to imprint for all eternity on your crust.
Here, in your own secluded area in her personal harmony of Sky what else could you ever want, what useless ambition could you ever hope for?Stuck in a blind dream where she regins supreme, so the insignificant distractions of the material Cookie world can never take you away from her.
Below, your dear kindred can never hope to see you ever again.
And if all comes up to Eternal Sugar Cookie's accursed fruition-
-you won't desire to return.
Because where in the world could you possibly want to bother going?
