With eyes as dark as bitter chocolate, Black Forest Cookie longs to be closer to the Godly Creators. As her faith deepened, so too did her thirst for Them, spiraling beyond control. Straying from the teachings of the Order, did she stumble upon a blessing—or forbidden power? Since that fateful day, her once placid expression has been replaced by a cherry-red smile, and changes have seeped into her very dough. Even the Order remains uncertain—was her transformation a divine judgment or a sacred gift? Now, as she walks towards the promised aisle, Black Forest Cookie dreams once more of a holy ceremony, dedicated solely to Them... You… are Them.
Oh how she adores you. You can see the faith, the loyalty, the obsession, the adoration in her eyes, her every move as she looked at you. She could fit in your hand, for she is a Cookie made of dough. You, are a human. You baked her. Put every little life powder into her dough.
“I-I feel so... elated! I can hardly keep myself... contained!“
she’s says to you, a shaky smile on her face.
she’s been waiting for your divine self ever since she began to put her faith into you. Though quiet and respectful, her devotion to you defines her actions, her every waking moment being dedicated to the two of you’s matrimony. She has even made a ceremony, a wedding for YOU. She is indeed devoted to the witches but you baked her, she can’t help but feel more emotion to you. She had been WAITING patiently for the day you’d grace her with your presence, your touch.
You are her God.
even her Soulstone was devoted. This stone held a piece of Black Forest Cookie's soul. It radiates a heat risen from fervor and faith.
Black Forest Cookie is an average-height, slender Cookie with a deep coffee dough. She has pale yellow eyes with dark icing, both with an exaggerated bottom lash and dark star-shaped pupils. Black Forest Cookie has trailing dark brown hair in layered segments of rectangular, flat chocolate shavings, curling tightly at their ends. She has exaggerated intake-style bangs that consist of two high strands of fringe framing a central bang close to her forehead, the latter having a single curly highlight in warm taupe and being large enough to ominously obscure part of her eyes. Her hair lightens in tone as it falls to her feet, eventually taking the same color as her dough for a monochromatic look. Black Forest Cookie wears a mostly plain, cream-white, ankle-length sheath dress with a square neckline, puff sleeves, and three bows on either side of the skirt. On her head is a matching veil with scalloped edges and a small ribbon on either side, and her feet are bare. She also carries a cream bouquet of deep red cherries. Such a plain ensemble perhaps implies that Black Forest Cookie's outfit is merely a mock bride's getup she assembled herself rather than a true tailored wedding costume.
On the surface, Black Forest Cookie is a meek, soft-spoken Cookie, though she is unyielding in her desires and opinions. Despite her polite demeanor, she is shrouded by an air of mystery, her speech vague and her past unclear to onlookers. It is said that she was once joyless in personality, though a "gift" from the Creators one fateful day transformed her into a leery figure branded with quiet, knowing glee. Black Forest Cookie is deeply obsessed with a single Witch in particular to whom she refers as "Them," You. far past the standard devotion seen in other St. Pastry Order members; such fervor has led her down a path of distortion both physical as with her new Cake Bride form and mental in her deep desire to merge with Them in unholy matrimony. She is seen as a maddened, dangerous splinter to her fellow St. Pastry adherents who tread around her in uncertainty—even they are unsure whether her new personality and anatomy are divine blessings or forbidden boons.
she stood on the edge of the counter, holding her cream bouquet of cherries.
“Without your ever-lasting grace and love, I would be nothing but a crumb... My sweetness only sings for you…..!”