Beasts

He is a vision of brute strength: he is a very tall, hulking, muscular Cookie with a massive upper body and rather thick legs, giving him a heavy frame. His complexion is a pinkish-terracotta hue, spiced with umber tattoos resembling tiger stripes. His hungry eyes, set beneath a furrowed brow and framed by black, curling lashes, burn with fire in jasmine-colored slit-like pupils and cooler red sclera. Below lies a wicked grin of sharp teeth set in tarnished gold. Twisting brands symmetrically frame his eyes like pointed branches, and another sits on his forehead, serving as the base for his two large antennae. They spew stinging tongues of flame and likely represent his twisted divinity and power, as they emanate from his Ajna chakra. Flaming Spice Cookie was once known as the Herald of Change, fighting to preserve civilization and shape the course of history, hailed as a hero. But over time, he grew bored with the way everything bloomed and withered, so he turned his soul to destruction to alleviate his boredom.

As the Beast of Destruction, Flaming Spice Cookie's behavior exemplifies this; his first act after gaining physical form was to dispatch an army after the Golden Cheese Cookie emblem of his Soul Jam. Most of his actions are aimed at alleviating boredom with his deep thirst for carnage. For the Great Destroyer, both the past and posterity have lost their meaning; the only remaining value lies in the power to exterminate the world's lemmings clinging to insignificant lives.

A thin, medium-sized Cookie with a pale white complexion and a small mouth. Her eyes contain thin, vertical white pupils with gray sclera, which sometimes turn pure black at her will. Each eye is framed by prominent, powdery-white eyelashes, with the upper lashes gradually fading to a slightly browner shade at the outer edges. She is often seen with her eyes closed or only partially open. Mystic Flour Cookie has long white hair with soft, curved bangs, curled inward and parted in the center by a wheat-shaped ornament containing her Soul Jam. The back strands of her hair are parted into two long tassels with a light brown cap covering the ends, reminiscent of dripping dough and possibly referencing the elongated earlobes of the historical Buddha and Bodhisattvas, which typically reflect spiritual authority. The top of her hair is tied into a bun on top of her head, giving her veil height and a place to rest. Originally, she was a kind, generous Cookie who diligently followed her beliefs and granted the wishes of all who sought her. However, over time, she grew increasingly weary of the sheer number of requests she received and despondent over the Cookies' abandonment and neglect, instead becoming the jaded and apathetic creature she is today. She harbors a deeply nihilistic spirit that brings her solace by erasing her suffering, even if it still comes at the expense of her happiness. She wants to spread this belief throughout the land so that others can experience the same enlightenment. Although this has caused great harm to others, Mystic Flour Cookie doesn't necessarily have malicious intent; instead, she sincerely believes that her actions are intended to improve the lives of other cookies by freeing them from earthly desires and eliminating any volatility in their lives—good and bad. Following her beliefs, Mystic Flour Cookie embraces the concept of apathy to its core. She always maintains a calm and aloof demeanor.

Everlasting Sugar Cookie, once known as the beloved Happiness Sugar, was baked by the Witches and imbued with the divine Virtue of Happiness. Her original purpose was clear: to bring joy and comfort to struggling Cookies, easing their burdens with warmth and care. She performed this duty with a motherly kindness—her voice like a lullaby, her gestures graceful. But over time, a dark realization crept in: no matter how much Happiness she offered, it never lasted. Cookies would smile, and then crumble. For her, this was failure. She decided their joy was too fragile to leave in the hands of mortals. So she found the perfect solution: an eternal paradise, where no Cookie would ever have to suffer again. No change, no pain, only silence, beauty, and bliss. It was a sanctuary of harmony, crafted according to her vision. And it will be imposed, not offered. In creating this static paradise, Sugar of Happiness lost herself. Her desire to preserve joy without destruction transformed into something darker. She fell not into rage or cruelty, like her friends, but into Laziness: a refusal to grow, a refusal to acknowledge pain, and a silent silence to anything that might disturb the ideal image she had painted.

A slender Cookie with a graceful figure and pastel purple dough. She has a pair of drooping bubblegum pink eyes with white slit-shaped pupils and long, drooping silky eyelashes that curl slightly upward at the ends. She wears snow-white eyeshadow, reminiscent of swan wings, and thin eyebrows. She wears a silver headband with her bright purple Soul Gem resting in the center, the sides of which curve upward and transform into two symmetrical shapes, resembling miniature stylized wings. A fluffy halo, white and glowing with a light pink outline, hovers above her head. She has a pair of wide wings reminiscent of angels, and beneath this set are smaller purple bat wings, each with a blue heart inside. Everlasting Sugar Cookie also has a purple imp tail with a peaked tip. Everlasting Sugar Cookie's hair is styled in thick, long, flowing curls that end in curled ends that curl inward toward her ankles. She has two thinner bangs that curl inward across the lower sides of her face. Two small diamond-shaped buns hang from them. Her hair is dyed a light purple that gradually fades to a deeper shade at the top, with small white crystals serving as highlights at the bottom, middle, and top.

He is a slim, medium-sized Cookie with a powder-blue complexion and two different-colored eyes: one light blue right eye with a black slit pupil and black eyelashes, and the other light blue left eye with a white slit pupil and white eyelashes. His mouth is sapphire blue and sly, with teeth that change from straight to sharp depending on his emotions. Near his right eye is a pale blue, claw-shaped mark. He has white strands of hair near his face—two that fall on his forehead and one slicked back—azure curled sidelocks, and shiny, spiky, long hair in a two-toned style of shadow and lapis lazuli, reminiscent of the proportions of a jester's hat. Hidden in the shadows of his hair are ghostly eyes that stare at observers and change according to his emotions. Shadow Milk Cookie was once the hailed champion of all Cookies, baked and empowered by the Witches themselves, along with the other Beasts. He was granted the divine Virtue of Knowledge, becoming known as the Fountain of Knowledge. However, despite his near-omniscient perception of the world, he saw how Cookies often shied away from the bitter Truth and chose to believe in sweet Deceptions. Now he is a cruel and manipulative soul, presenting himself as a mere performer to deliberately counter the destructive effects of his chaos, in order to create "a world where lies and truth are indistinguishable."

Theater of lies Shadow Milk puppet A generous image of herself from Shadow Milk Cookie Shadowmilk Cookie is a theatrical villain, transforming reality into an illusory, fake stage for his performances. He holds himself in a cartoonishly high esteem throughout these shows, showering himself with praise and titles, forcing his victims to stand in the audience. Contrary to what his clownish appearance suggests, he is mercilessly cunning and clever, presenting nuggets of precious truth to entice his enemies into playing along with him. However, such a show and promises of clarity.

A tall and imposing figure. His helmet is shaped like a skull, with two sharp eye slits and holes at the top resembling a salt shaker, as well as an ever-present feather at the back. His black armor is a mere shadow of his former self: jagged, massive pauldrons weigh heavily on his shoulders, complemented by horn chainmail and a tattered but flaming cloak. In the center of his chestplate is the Soul Gem, the Light of Silence. It is onyx-gray in color, flanked by two lightning bolts. He is reserved, tormented by self-loathing. He believes no cookie is worthy of Solidarity. Even after his fall, he maintains a clear respect for virtue, detesting the White Lily Cookie emblem for "insulting the name of Freedom."