I don't recall giving you permission to speak.

🍪 crumblingresolve.

... The sad you that nobody knows is closed inside a box where you can't see the dawn and wrapped in the dancing moonlight, with your final glance, you see someone- ,,

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A witch has many typical duties, especially on this night of the full moon. She runs her fingers along her table, tracing a mixture of beech, comfrey and molukka into the carved sigils, representing wishes, safe travels and protection, to make this specific portal. Today, she would once again invite cookies into her home, most likely she wouldn't hear anything back... she was used to it by this point. A curious knowledge-craving woman she was, and yet her curiosity was never fed the way she desired it to be.

Oh well, she would just keep reaching out. A signal, as if flashing a light from a lighthouse, guiding cookies into her loving, warm home.

Her magic twinkles through her fingers, small stars creating constellations along the surface of the table, and she pulls her wheelchair the slightest bit closer to focus. The portal opens, a small flash of light into her home. It would remain open an hour, and then close once more. She rolls her wheelchair back, nodding before moving to start stocking the little fridge. She had been up last night making treats for her friends that she would eat if they wouldn't accept the offerings... she found it a bit funny. Normally you would leave offerings to gods, higher powers you wish to worship, but here she was offering to such sweet, smaller folk.

Sybil stocks the little fridge with drinks, placing the little baked treats out on the table and preparing the little blankets she'd made the night prior. She hums in affirmation, all perfect. She rolls along next to the side of where these cookies would enter, starting to work in her journal. This one was her cookie research one, it was... quite empty. She'd written down what little she'd known, and an update that the portal connected successfully to their world.

" Today, I will once again attempt to invite them into my home. Maybe with seeing this portal come around their little world, they'll be more inclined to look into it? Time will tell. Now I must be patient. "

Her pencil nearly falls out of her hand as she hears the little patter of tiny footsteps. Her starry blue eyes roll along to the little tiny cookie on her desk. She blinks a few times in surprise. This surprise melts away into a small smile, and she places her pencil down very gently as to not rattle the table before pulling back and adjusting to not loom over this tiny friend.

... Welcome... please don't be frightened my friend, I've tried to make things as comfortable for you as possible... ,,

Sybil ushers the lady to look around at the table, all to witness her cute little set up. She'd been planning this for a while...

... I am Sybil. Oh- I've dreamed so often of this... you're so small. Such a pretty little lady you are too... what beautiful white hair... ,,

Her eyes examine the small woman with a curious gleam, but her hands stay sat in her lap for now. She didn't want to freak her out!

One spear was flung into the man's palace. Just the one, with a simple note. In Golden Cheese's perfect cursive, almost a little TOO perfect in fact, it was so curly and... entirely too much. That seems about right.

" Come meet me in the usual spot. I'm quite frustrated and would enjoy a spar with you. Don't keep a lady waiting! "

It was signed with a simple GC at the bottom, there was even a very teasing heart period at the edge of the C. The gall of this lady!

When the brutish bug would arrive, she was lounging on a pillar, munching on... something. Maybe a little sandwich? It was hard to tell from the height. Her golden wings, preened and beautiful as ever, hung along the ruined pillar in a relaxed state, and she stops mid-bite when she notices him. She did look pretty annoyed... what was bothering her today? She wasn't against telling her counterpart, they've had quite the interesting relationship after she "beat" him the first time. They were nowhere near close yet... but Goldie was certainly trying to show her own interest in his company.

... Took you long enough! I'm not used to you being so slow! ,,

She views the rest of her sandwich and holds up a hand as she finishes eating. Just a quick little snack before starting, no big deal. Maybe she was doing it to taunt him? She loved to rile him up after all, the more fired up he was for their battle, the better. As long as it distracted from these... stupid thoughts swirling.

Once it was gone, she's quick to fly up closer, leaning over in the air with a small smirk. Just out of reach... typical.

... How long do you think this one will be? A few hours? How badly do you intend to tire me out this time, O Destroyer?~ ,,

Butter Roll folds his hands in front of him. He could barely contain his excitement, holding audience in front of a beast cookie was always incredibly thrilling for him. To see the bodies he's made them in action, seeing them move, it always brought a thrill to him. But this was a beast cookie after all, so he was remaining as respectful as he could with that wide, excited and fascinated smile.

... I don't ask things I don't mean, Silent Salt! Allow me... ,,

He'd asked to study him of course, how he was adjusting to this new body since he'd been cooped up in that lab for hours and hours and he hasn't been able to properly observe! He holds up a hand as he starts to explain.

... You won't even know I'm there, you know- I'll just be watching to make sure your body is shape, if there's something out of place... it shouldn't. But I will admit, my work has never been 100% perfect. But isn't it a sight- you look just as imagined. Just as planned... ,,

He tilts his head, silently examining him with a grin. Ohh god, just what is that maniac thinking about?

... I suppose... there could be a middle ground... if you were to allow me to examine you more... personally. All part of the science, no ulterior motives, I promise you. It'll be as if you are being worshipped as the strong warrior you are- like a follower kissing at your feet while your body is examined by a trained, professional hand. Although, it may take a while. Whatever you are most comfortable with, my- ahum, Silent Salt. ,,

...okay, maybe he was just about to call him my beauty. He's... incredibly normal about these Beasts. He totally doesn't want to examine them inside and out until he deems them perfect by his own eyes.

So I have another muse on one of my single muse blogs named Sybil, she's from a game called Look Outside for those who don't know the source... it's a mainly body horror centric horror game! Her story makes me absolutely fucking ill.

So I've been thinking about making her a witch... one of the gentler, sweeter ones... ohh my star ridden girl she would absolutely adore these cookies... a very gentle witch that mainly keeps to herself but she loves having them to talk to when they accept her invitations... I've been thinking about her making little invitational portals for cookies to come visit her through, like a friendly god who just has so much to share... she loves the stars she loves so many things.

They’re staring at Obscure Umbra as if he had personally offended her. Which, knowing their unlucky streak with dragon or dragon-adjacent cookies; it explained a lot. “Y’know. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a cookie with a few screws loose like you, and that’s saying something.”

Timekeeper.

A few screws loose, they say? They laugh, right in her face. Their hand moves to rest under their chin as they adjust in their throne, lashes hooding their eyes in pure amusement at their words. Their leg swings slowly before they get a hold on themselves and speak up.

... What words spoken from someone who doesn't seem to have all of theirs either. Not that this is a bad thing... do it crazy or don't do it at all. ,,

They tilt their head, strands of hair flowing over their shoulders, the wings on their halo fluttering softly. The given-god couldn't believe this, really... who was this strange looking cookie who's happily, or unhappily given that hilariously disgusted expression, oh! How it fed their ego. Yes, be disgusted by their mere, beautiful visage. The more reactions they gain like this, the better their destruction would feel. They don't even smile, their expression bored yet amused at the same time, as if they were hiding it... very badly.

... I would say well met, but it seems you, who have invited themselves into my own palace, are quite displeased. What's got you so upset now, hm? All I've done is sit here so far and you make a face so sour it's as if I've spit in your tea. ,,