* SALTY / SWEET !

[chef-saltbaker]

And they say gluttony is a victimless sin...

indie. semi selective. ( slightly? ) canon divergent. CHEF SALTBAKER. of Cuphead: The Delicious Last Course !

Come on in if you'd like to interact with a recently reformed murderous chef still struggling to kick his power hungry cannibalism habit but eager to serve community service and make some delicious-- I mean delightful new friends ! ( and a verse for pre-redemption if ya want! )

about & rules 🔪

[monkeybutcher-deactivated202306]

[[ ooc: I have been feeling completely out of it lately! Sorry if I don't write on any of my blogs, I'm just in no shape to write anything smart for some reason. Very lightheaded. ( I have a blood problem, sometimes this happens, sorry for scattered activity! 🥲) ]]

[chef-saltbaker]

I have an incredibly important question, Chef.

For a saltshaker, why are you so incredibly sweet~? You suuure that’s not all sugar in there~?

🧂 || A big, booming laugh as a hand is pressed to his uniformed chest.

" Perhaps it is the salt that brings out the sweetness you are detecting, yeah? After all, it is bringing out the sweetness in you, evidently~! "

[chef-saltbaker]

❝ Bonjour mon charmant prisme ! Seasons greetings , even though it's still a ways off . ❞

The gentle sing-song of Eileen's voice echoed past the door , shutting the elements out behind her as she shakes the cold air from those powdery feathers .

❝ Forgive me for not visiting sooner , you know how the holidays are . Always so demanding . ❞

🧂 || " Buongiorno my little macaron! Welcome back, my dear~! " The deep and boisterous voice of the chef sings back from inside the kitchen, son to appear from around the corner with a shining smile and an elegantly decorated white cake for one of the bell jars.

So soon after turkey day and the chef has already begun his transition from fall to winter, the steady creep of sugar snow and cranberry bread overtaking the autumn hues of the season like frost on the windows. He takes his wash cloth from his apron pocket and dusts off his hands as he comes to greet them.

" Oh- ho- ho- ho! Do not worry at all, my friend, I understand! You do not have to tell a chef twice about what the holidays demand! " The chef so jollily laughs, a thick glass finger wagged. " What have you been up to since you last came crashing into my bakery? I hope there has not been any trouble, yeah..? Are you enjoying yourself this holiday season? "

[chef-saltbaker]

skyblcsscd·:

Venti was sleeping soundly as he moved a little in his sleep though it was unconsciously, something he ate must be prohibiting most of his usual movements as only his breathing seemed to be the only thing truly unaffected by the cooking. His limbs now feeling like limp noodles, slack as he then lets out a small audible sound from his lips.

The wind around him swirling as his chest began to glow a bright aqua, revealing a diamond shaped tattoo that was corresponding to the wind itself underneath his frilly top.

He tries to speak up upon hearing strange noises but his voice was barely a whisper, eyelids sleepingly fluttering but blurry.

“…wh-whu…t-there….?”

🔪 ||  No, no, this isn't right... They're supposed to be out cold!

Perhaps its because they aren't of ink. He's studied non-toons very, very little, margins of error are to be expected even of him. But after this, after their sacrifice, that problem will be rectified. He just needs to get them to the lab. They likely saw the blurry image of something with two bright yellow eyes peering down at them, his transparent body difficult to even make out in the dark besides that detail, even as his hand reaches toward them, the glass looks distorted in the light. But he's repelled away.

Something is happening. Is there a strong wind in this room? Papers are lifting, wood is creaking, his ascot fluttering like a flag. He's far too heavy to be pushed back by it, but it's making it... difficult to reach in and lift them, let alone the damage it may do in his precious bakery itself! The chef flashes a scowl in irritation at the source of the magic. Closing his eyes to focus, the chef pulls out from his head a whole tornado of salt particles to pour against the wind and physically fight and block the motion of the air around their body. If only to reach in and take them by the shoulder. This would be so much easier if they were dead meat! But he has to get them to the cellar in one piece. If he cuts them here, with this wind, the human blood-- or what he assumes to be-- would stain everything.

[kairokust]

The fight's gone wrong for him...

But don't worry, he'll be OK after the fight!... Probably-

I started this as a quick sketch just for fun... And then I couldn't stop haha--

I kinda like how it looks though! Hope you'll like this doodle too, my friends!

[bakery-delivered]

she is stimming real hard right now.  the beautiful batch of cookies she’d made for her fatherly superior @chef-saltbaker​ had come out absolutely perfect, and she was excited to show him the wonderful treats she’s made.  they were heart shaped chocolate chip cookies with almonds in them!  her absolute favorite treat… 

[chef-saltbaker]

🧂|| He adores to see her happy, the way she expresses it being so contagious, he can see she’s quite excited about something even before he sees why. Already he’s smiling warmly to her, and upon seeing the cookies? Oh, he’s very proud! “ You made these? Chocolate chip and almonds..! Oh they are stunning my little coffee cake! You have gotten so good at this, yeah? Look at you! ” They’re hugged to his side. " Of course you must share them with me, before I am tempted to eat them all! "

[chef-saltbaker]

🧂|| Don’t mind him, he’s just playing god with gingerbread cookies. Cutting off the living gingerbread cookies legs and reapplying them to their heads with icing. Watching as they struggle at first to do their daily chores but learn to adapt.

‘ This is a normal way to pass time. ’  He thinks to himself.

[chef-saltbaker]

Did ya see the new art Noble Vic did?

[[ ooc: Just now! I don't think the @ worked in my notes but I of course had to go looking for what you meant, and I was not disappointed! c: ]]

[ncblevicartstudic]

A GREAT SLAM AND THEN SOME!

...You're up, Lil Miss Miller.

[vicsmusehub]

@chef-saltbaker​

[chef-saltbaker]

[[ ....... sigh. @monkeybutcher​ ]]

[sweetoothgirl]

Cute Little Apple Hand Pies

[chef-saltbaker]

skyblcsscd·:

“Sounds good and really? I don’t have to owe anything back for this? This is so nice of you to offer to someone like me ehe, hope you have sweet dreams and see you in the morning!”

Venti nods with a grateful bow as he waved goodnight to them but his mind wandered to why the baker was using such words like morsel, surely nothing bad….right? He shrugs a little before taking off his brown shoes, setting them aside as he got into the bed.

He moved the sheets over him as sleep was slowly claiming him, before he closed his eyes, he decided to let what little anemo magic he had watch over him for the night just in case anything were to happen as little snores escape from his lips.

He felt strange that it was haunting his dreams, but what?

Why was this?

Was something here in this world affecting him?

🔪 ||  Everything was locked. All the blinds were closed. The counter’s corner section is pushed out the way, and the trap door to the cellar is ready for unlocking.  He made a point of waiting quite some time, so that it would be late and fully night, and even the other toons would be turning into bed.

And this was the agonizing part.   Because his appetite was worsening. It feels like forever since he’s eaten, and the worse his appetite gets the more dull and unsatisfying all other tastes are-- nothing could fill it, no matter how many treats he nibbles to pass the time. But he must be thorough-- he must make sure they are very deeply under his cooking’s effects. So much so... that when he finally allows himself to come creeping up the stairs, when he knocks his massive glass knuckles against the door, three times... they wouldn’t wake up to answer it.  

And he pauses, and he listens for the sound of a creature stirring, feet on the floor... and in its absence? A smile unsheathes across his face like a knife.  

The door is opened, a steady creak, and his eyes illuminate the room in a faint yellow glow before he even enters.  He can’t help the amusement bubbling up, the silent chuckling to himself, all endearment and pity festered into toxic pride at how easy it all was.... but he stops as he approaches the bed.

There’s something wrong. He senses... some sort of magic.

[sweetoothgirl]

Gingerbread Dough for Houses

[chef-saltbaker]

bakery-delivered·:

she lowers her head a little, gaze fixating on the floor as she rubbed her arm timidly.  she didn’t want to admit it, but..  he was right.  he always was…  maybe she shouldn’t criticize him so harshly.  maybe what he’s doing…  is a good thing?  she doesn’t know what to think, but maybe she shouldn’t think about it at all.  she decides she won’t think about it anymore.

a little nod and timid smile are what respond to the baker, little shoes shuffling across the floor and approaching him with apprehension.  she..  she doesn’t need to be scared of him.  she can’t be scared of him, because if she is, then…

she doesn’t want to think.  she just wants to exist, to do as told, to be the good girl she knows she can be.  trembling hands reach out and hold onto the leg of her superior, that sweet little face looking up at him with…  it was hard to tell.

she wants to go to bed.  but she has to make sure of something first.  no matter how much she wants to, she can’t completely trust him anymore.  “… p-prom.. mmmise..  that y-you w-won’ – nh– m-move me f-from my ruh.. room?”

🔪|| He matched their timid nod with a slow, steady one of his own. What was on his mind as he did so was entirely indiscernible by his placid expression, and he turns back to his work. " Then get some res-- "

He stops. He feels the little hands on his white slacks. An abrupt, uncannily familiar feeling that didn't at all feel like something he-- this current him-- deserved. And all at once, if only for a jolt, a stab, he was so much himself he could see their dear face with agonizing clarity. And it broke his heart. Literally.

You could almost hear the sound deep in his salt filled chest, his yellow-eyed heart of solid glass suddenly got a massive fracture down it's face, to its own shock. The chef doubles over, pressing a hand to the pain in his chest, a terrible pain at that-- but he doesn't let them worry for him. He kneels down to hold their face.

" My dear Kofi, listen to me-- you will be alright! " His tone is almost manic. Not quite sane, to say the least. If the yellow was his appetite and ambition then right this moment, these dark browns were the excuses he made. But at least this him had the good sense to know he was doing something in urgent need of an excuse. " I have no reason to hurt you-- I will not hurt you... I do not have the heart for it, I promise... I need you to understand... w-what I am doing-- it is not harm for harm's sake! I am on the brink of something... truly wonderful! " He assures with hands fervently on their shoulders. " But it requires... experimentation... But I assure you once I figure it out, gain the power, I will make everything right-- everything will be better. That includes for you my little coffee cake... "

Interrupt his pleading brown eyes he suddenly releases them, gripping a hand over his face. " I... know I'm not always quite myself, sometimes... and I apologize-- I do not mean to scare you... "



[chef-saltbaker]

[[ ooc: unsurprising fun fact: Saltbaker is so so so much more a Christmas guy than Halloween but SPECIFICALLY.... because he goes absolutely nuts with gingerbread houses. He once built a gingerbread house for homeless toons. It's things like this that make his reputation so good with people. ]]

[chef-saltbaker]

rubbcr-hose-toons​:

Selflessness. Hero. Usually the little mug would be tickled pink to receive such praise. But now…

He starts to feel around the top of the jar; where there’s some kind of metallic lid and tubing attached. When he tries to push and pull to pop it open, it doesn’t give - not even a little. He thumps a balled-up fist against the top, and it does nothing. The pieces are all there, they want to snap together, behold the terrible truth to him, but he holds them off, desperate for some other explanation. 

“But what’s that got to do with me?” his voice is going panicky, and though he’s a ghost his breath is quickening, “How’s this gonna help Chalice?! Why did you bring me here, Mr Saltbaker?!“

🔪 ||  They are not willing to calm, it seems. He hears them growing impatient behind him, hitting against his machine, their incessant questions. Forgive him for growing impatient himself, but he is SO close now-- he can’t resist the strain on his façade, he can’t resist his ego begging to explain. He laughs.

“ Well, baking is much like alchemy, my little blueberry... In fact-- they are one and the same! ”   He answers over his shoulder, a mania creeping into his tone, an uneasy excitement.   “ And the vexation of life and death has haunted alchemist for many a millennia!  They have feared that once a life departs it is the only thing in existence that is truly gone-- but I know better! A life is not gone, it is merely out of reach-- that is because it’s expanse is infinite... so by the law of equivalent exchange... so too is within a single soul... ”  

Finally, he turns. He shows his face. Illuminated in a piercing gold, the baker’s loving eyes were gone-- replaced, instead, with pure madness.  “ ... Infinite power! ”  The heavy chef thunders across the lab, slamming his thick glass hands to the desk around their containment as he looms over them.  “  And with that power, I shall bring back not just the legendary hero-- no, no, no--  but every Saltbaker before I, and every victim of wrongful death that ever was or ever will be! YOU-- ”  He frames them in his massive hands,  “ my precious morsel... shall be the last soul to EVER die a truly permanent death! ”