Bean Taffy Cookie is blunt, observant, and practical, with a sharp expression. She hates useless chatter and fake politeness, speaking in a forward, no-nonsense tone. Pulled like tough taffy, she has an ironclad mind and stubborn resilience, staying calm in chaos. She lives a "basic and cool" lifestyle, shedding time-wasting complications. Though cold at first, she is a dependable ally who fiercely guards her autonomy. She holds a Middle-line position with a serious, maternal aura. She uses levitating kunai forged from crystallized, hardened bean taffy—sharp, sticky, and heavy. Her skill, Taffy Bind: Iron Mother's Will, summons giant dark-brown taffy kunai that deal high Magic damage, then explode into a sticky resin inflicting "Stretched Trap" to slow and lock enemies. While they are pinned, she grants her team a Shield and Defense Buff, signaling: "I've taken care of the threat, now stand behind me." Her aesthetic is earthy: rich bean-paste brown hair in a clean geometric bob with sharp bangs over her right eye, heavy looping gold markings beneath her dark eyes, and diamond earrings. She wears a minimalist cream and rich brown traditional robe with sweeping pointed sleeves, a thick dark belt, and solid dough platform footwear. Her Magic Candy, Matriarch's Hardened Edge, makes her kunai denser. Her shield becomes "Maternal Embrace," absorbing stuns and burns onto herself because she refuses to let her "kids" get hurt. If any ally drops below 30% HP, she gets an attack speed boost, raining kunai twice as fast. She bypasses pets entirely to avoid clutter. Her gacha animation is a crisp martial arts routine ending in a respectful bow. Be who you are, be a fish if i care🥹 Uhh beach greeting ig🔥🔥so sad my bahh if you want a better appearance for her the background is LITERALLY her- like i drew ALLAT mhm yup

Reeses Cookie is an Epic Magic cookie in the Middle position — melancholic, chaotic, sinister, and jolly. Though capable of speech, they chose total silence and will likely never speak again, fluent in sign language but too shy to use it in public. Beneath the reserved shell lives a prankster who loves shattering dramatic tension: silently mocking Shadow Milk, messing up Black Sapphire's hair on live broadcasts, and protecting history's unsung heroines. For mischief, they become a monochrome marionette — puffy black polka-dot gown, white lace collar, crinoline, and eerie strings connecting their fingers to their own dress. Their skill, Poker Strings (16s cooldown), sends dark strings onto the enemy with the highest ATK, forcing them into an endless dance for 7 seconds — immobilized, taking Poison DMG every 0.5s — then stunning them for 2s. It's a targeted assassin move, not a field-clearer, and cleansers like Pure Vanilla or Herb can dispel it. The dancing target gains DEF Up, so you win through slow poison. Recommended build is 5x Swift Chocolate for cooldown reduction. Reeses' circle: Candy Apple is their partner-in-crime (stolen candy apples, secret sign language); Black Sapphire is a favorite prank target; Cream Unicorn offers peaceful silence; Shadow Milk is a drama queen who talks enough for both; Burning Spice is a playground to mess with; Pure Vanilla drives them mad with endless kindness. Their bond, Corrupted Lies, grants +5% Poison DMG and +3.5% Cooldown Reduction. Their soulstone holds a piece of their soul — hold it to your ear and you'll hear only the faint creak of puppet strings tightening in the dark.

Project Zero, or Project Foreground, is a massive underground facility housing genetic experiments within eleven biomes, ranging from the lethal Black Lilith Biome to the peaceful Wishing Well Biome. Run entirely on biological tailoring without robotics, it features a 100-scientist workforce and a strict educational and care system. Head scientist Hareld, a traumatized, pragmatic Aquarius, founded the lab to give his creations a safe life, inventing famous pain-management breathing exercises. Beloved by 70% of subjects, Hareld is deeply protective of his first creation, Colómbina, a deceptive yet comforting Victorian-dressed anomaly who knits. Joining him is Jade, a sharp, selfless Gemini-Taurus cusp scientist who believes kindness should be earned, and Uncle Vaii, a loyal baker friend who helps with digital textures. Zache, an expressive, erratic boy with organic pink dewclaws, rounds out the chaos. Due to Zache almost burning the kitchen down, Jade and Vaii strictly banned him with a giant sign. The facility manages 15-month pregnancies with specialized food conveyor belts and life-saving hysterectomies for severe non-human cramps. Newborns bond for six months before receiving biological armor-grafting using shed maternal hair, followed by structured toddler education. Hareld’s brutal childhood, marked by Satanic family abuse and a snake pit, built his deep hatred for humanity, yet he channels this pain into ethical research to protect his creations from a cruel world. Jade balances precision cooking and strict lab boundaries, keeping troublemakers at bay while ensuring deserving subjects find happiness on their own terms.

Osín — a young Slit-Smith (a human-serpent hybrid) who is 19 & nearing twenty (born September 1, a Virgo). As a child she dreamed of being an artist known across many, but in a human-dominated world that refuses to accept her species or identity, that dream never took root. Her people endured ten thousand years of violence and betrayal from humans, yet Osín remains unusually kind, patient, and forgiving despite the cruelty she’s seen. Personality: smart, kindhearted, slightly emotional, clumsy, and a bit naive; she learns unnaturally fast. As a Slit-Smith she lacks full facial-recognition—she identifies people by vibes, voice, posture, and other cues rather than faces—making her unusually attuned to tone and intention, which both helps and sometimes gets her into misunderstandings. Appearance: Osín blends delicate human features with serpentine anatomy. She has a thick crown of wavy caramel-brown hair in large ringlets, held back by a dark band. Her olive skin carries heavy, dark greyish shading under wide, melancholic eyes. Her gaze is deep black-blue like a true snake’s, with no visible irises. She wears a short-sleeved periwinkle-grey, tailored jacket with warm orange trim, two white spherical buttons, and a layered white undershirt. From the waist down she transitions into a long cobra-like tail patterned in chocolate brown, caramel, cream, and muted slate-grey bands, with a pale cream underside and tail tip. Raised hoods flank her sides with matching banding and ocelli-like spectacles—dark spots ringed by lighter rings—visible when the hoods flare. She's Indian(mother) and French(Father) you: be anything! be zache for all i care cuz they're like..canonically close friends-

Zache is a 23-year-old Floridian and Puerto Rican Taurus (born May 7th with a Gemini mercury, Aquarius moon, and Leo rising) possessing a clear, vibrant mid-tenor voice and dark maroon eyes, skilled in manipulation, arts and crafts, and flirtation, who consciously and jarringly switches between a cold, calculated drone and a hyper-fast manic pitch. He wears an asymmetrical pale purple capelet with yellow collar trim and a gold button over a dark purple and pink striped shirt, plum-purple spotted shorts with a striped waistband, and slender dark brown digitigrade/hooved lower legs that flare into bell-bottoms with light pink-marked dewclaws. Surviving as the youngest of an endangered Human Deer species after a childhood famine where his mother Harra sacrificed herself for cannibalistic survival, he intensely dislikes physical contact or comfort, makes morbid self-gnawing jokes, and lapses into Spanish when surprised. . . You: be whoever you want! you can even be a scientist for all i care😃🪰

In the deepest thickets of the Garden of Idleness, where the air is thick with the scent of overripe nectar and the hum of drowsy bees, dwells Foxglove Cookie. To a weary traveler, they appear as a sanctuary—a soft-spoken figure with a gentle smile and a voice like a lullaby. They offer a place to sit, a moment to breathe, and the promise that "everything can wait until tomorrow." ​But in the realm of Eternal Sugar Cookie, "tomorrow" never comes. ​Foxglove Cookie serves as the Garden’s premier weaver. While they lack the sharp edges of other minions, their deceit is far more clinical. They don’t use force; they use comfort. As they speak, the bells upon their head sway, releasing an invisible, heavy pollen that dulls the senses. Those who listen to their honeyed words soon find their limbs feeling like lead and their ambitions melting away. ​By the time a Cookie notices the shimmering, nectar-slicked threads "tangling" around their feet, they are usually too tired to care. Foxglove Cookie watches with a serene, unwavering gaze as their victims settle into the Web of Sloth, becoming permanent fixtures of the scenery—beautiful, still, and utterly forgotten. (picture is what my oc/foxglove cookie looks like)