A big thank you once again to @/FaithGerrzd on twitter for letting me color the sketch I commissioned from them for the boys' big day ;w;)/ I love them so dearly~
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That time Silent Salt found out about Shadow Milk’s secret
Silent Salt Cookie doesn’t know how long he has been searching for Shadow Milk Cookie. He knew the nefarious bastard disappearing without leaving a trace meant nothing good, and he felt it was his responsibility to make sure the other emissaries were in their rightful places, fulfilling their part of the agreement.
An agreement he expected Shadow Milk to eventually attempt to chouse. He’s only surprised it took this long.
Silent Salt had been to Ghost Yeast Forest before. It was the outskirts of the Spire of Knowledge. He at first didn’t spend much time in the region, thinking it too easy a place for Shadow Milk to hide his convalescing carcass, until he exhausted all his options and realized the clown could have been playing reverse psychology tricks this entire time.
A final look wouldn’t hurt.
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Much like the previous time he found himself in those lands, the townsfolk mentioned nothing out of the ordinary; still, Silent Salt investigated. Some spoke of rumors of a mirage making the woods act more eerie than usual, though none could pinpoint its location precisely on any map, nor give any general area to where it would happen. ‘Those woods are always eerie’ they would say. ‘Always prone to tricking travelers with illusions’. This was true, and these small rumors went ignored by Silent Salt before because of the location. Now, it was all the leads he had.
Thankfully, he wasn’t working blind—Pure Vanilla Cookie had created a braid of Vanilla Beholders that could sense out illusions from the soul jam of deceit. Just a small thing from when Shadow Milk Cookie was still in his custody. Now all he needed was to venture back into the woods.
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It took days. Ghost Yeast Forest had given way to the Ravenous Forest. Silent Salt Cookie felt more and more eyes gazing at his every move the deeper he went. Civilization was too far away now, and Nox Black Salt tried not to flinch at every step. They were a strong steed but the journey made Silent Salt Cookie consider not having taken them there at all.
The braid of vanilla beholders’ hums went from slight to a steady buzz. Something was afoot.
The eyes on the bushes of blueberries around him all opened at once and glared at him, and from the shadows appeared a full grown blueberry-vanilla cross Grand Beholder, easily twice the size of Silent Salt Cookie; and by the looks of things it was looking for a fight!
Silent Salt Cookie drew his sword and jumped out of Nox Black Salt, trying to get the Grand Beholder’s attention. Immediately its gaping maw and sharp teeth began chomping in his direction while the smaller eyes that crowned the bulbous bigger one shot multiple small magical lasers. Silent Salt Cookie readily parried it with his sword while taking steps back to build distance between him and the creature.
The Grand Beholder’s attacks were relentless but soon Silent Salt Cookie found a pattern, one that made him… confused more than anything else. It seems the creature’s intent was to push Silent Salt Cookie further and further back. To test his theory, he hopped back on Nox Black Salt and turned tail for a small distance. Lo and behold, for the Grand Beholder suddenly disappeared as if out of thin air.
So it was not a monster casually roaming those woods. It was guarding something.
Silent Salt Cookie returned to the beholder’s location and held up the braid of his own smaller beholders. The bulging eyes on the vanillas on the braid and their alert sound gave it away: this was the mirage, and he found the Cakeberus that guarded its gate.
It wasn’t long before the Grand Beholder was on his tail again, and Silent Salt Cookie decided to try and see what else could his braid of vanilla beholders do. Holding it up to the monster, the vanilla flowers on the braid had their eyes shoot open and glow with a yellow light, then a strong flash suddenly blinded the Grand Beholder, stunning it in its place!
Silent Salt Cookie wasted no time in getting a few hits on the monster before it was back on its feet—but now he knew what to do, now he had an advantage.
Flash. Blind. Slash. Defense. Do it again.
He quickly made short work of the Grand Beholder, its flowery body now fast decomposing into the same inky black liquid Shadow Milk Cookie’s illusions would. If he wasn’t sure that that beast was here before, now he was certain.
Silent Salt Cookie knew he had to be brief. At any moment Shadow Milk Cookie could manifest another monster to guard his hiding place and he was not eager to start another fight so soon. Holding his braid of vanilla beholders close to him he applied the flowers like a doctor’s stethoscope, but nothing changed. The vibrations were still at maximum no matter where he went, he just needed to find the exact entrance, the exact door, the exact… Why is Nox Black Salt chewing on that curtain of ivies?
Oh.
An innocuous wall of stone may not be a wall after all, for there were ivies covering a hidden passage between the rocks, just large enough for Silent Salt Cookie and Nox Black Salt to pass through…
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Silent Salt Cookie didn’t know what to expect when he crossed that small passage, but a peaceful sanctuary was not one of the options.
Clear blue skies, small glittering waterfalls, fields of blueberry and vanilla beholders and at the center a small idyllic cottage on a hillock. The dream of a peasant. And all an illusion.
This was far too below Shadow Milk Cookie.
He crossed a thick tree trunk above a creek to reach the fields of blueberries and vanilla. (Blueberries and vanilla. Why vanilla?) only to be met face to back with a woman picking blueberries.
Shen flinched when she heard his steps but then resumed picking berries with a fake nonchalant demeanor.
She couldn’t fool him though.
“Shadow Milk Cookie.” Silent Salt Cookie drew his sword
The Lady in Azure turned to him with a smile. She had an aged appearance; deep and dark bags under her eyes and wrinkles all around her face. You could tell her dough wasn’t the crispiest.
“Silent Salt Cookie! What a pleasure to welcome you into my new abode!”
“Cease your games! I don’t know what it is that you’ve been plotting but I am taking you back into Pure Vanilla’s custody be it with your consent or by my sword!”
Shadow Milk Cookie laughed but Silent Salt Cookie could notice the exhaustion and fear behind it.
“Silly Silly Salty~ You just got here and already want to leave?” She shook her head and her smile turned into a frown “Can’t you see I am tired? I’m not planning anything. Pinky promise. Now is that all?”
Silent Salt Cookie pulled the tip of his sword to Shadow Milk Cookie’s throat.
“You don’t seem to understand the gravity of the situation, clown. We made an agreement to the ancient heroes for the balance of Earthbread. Our life has been forfeit from the moment we lost our purpose, we only live now for the sake of maintaining this balance. You do not get to traipse around planning witches knows what without supervision while skirting your responsibilities. Do I make myself clear?”
Shadow Milk Cookie feebly raised her hands. “If it’s the soul jam of deceit you want I cannot give it to you. I use it to maintain this illusion but…” she sighed. “I guess I can lend it to you if you return it to me later”
“Lend—you insult me! I am NOT leaving this place without you Shadow Milk Cookie!!”
suddenly a small voice called from some bushes away.
“Maman? Who are you talking to?”
The panic in Shadow Milk Cookie’s face was palpable. “Go back inside! Maman is busy right now!”
“Who else is here, Shadow Milk Cookie?”
Silent Salt Cookie’s question would soon be answered when two cookies, no older than toddlers came waddling in from the direction of the cottage. Silent Salt Cookie looked at them in shock. A pair of identical baby cookies, with blonde hair with light blue streaks, bronze dough and bright mismatched eyes looked back at him. They wore matching outfits and one couldn’t tell them apart if it weren’t for the toddler wearing a pair of glasses.
“Maman…?”
They were all stunned in place for what it felt like hours, Silent Salt Cookie’s sword still drawn to Shadow Milk Cookie’s throat. When the toddlers seemed to have assessed the situation they ran to their “mother” and clutched at her legs.
“Please mister! Please don’t hurt maman!”
“What… is the meaning of this…?”
Silent Salt Cookie drew his sword back and Shadow Milk Cookie immediately crouched to hug the twin cookies close to her chest.
What was Silent Salt Cookie to do? What was going on? And most importantly… who were those baby cookies?
Pom-Pom, when did you first start calling your parents mom and/or dad. Did either of them shed tears of happiness?
Pom-Pom: When I was created...I never really had a "mom" or "dad"-And the only fae that would have been anything like that wasn't someone who cared about me at all. So when I first came to live with Sage and Recluse, I didn't even call them by their names. I thought they were going to use me, like everyone else did.
But they didn't...They gave me nice things. They fed me yummy food. They played with me and kept me safe...They made the hurt go away. Sage read me a book one day-about three jelly bears who lived in the woods and a little faerie snuck into their cottage to steal porridge. The mama and papa bear took care of and loved the baby jelly bear-and even were kind to the faerie when they learned she was just hungry and wanted a snack! The jelly bear family reminded me of our family...So, one night, when Sage was putting me to bed, I called him "papa" too.
He cried-but he said they were good tears it and made him really happy. They make me both really happy, so I try to make them happy too.
ok we have a lot of corbeau being whumped but what about emmet... 👀 asking for a friend, of course.
projecting my ailments on to emmet
- emmet is speaking softly because speaking normally will cause him to cough uncontrollably
- emmet would have stayed at home but corbeau wasn’t responding to his texts to postpone their battle (corbeau was in an early morning meeting); his thoughts spiraled from there
- corbeau actually does know a bit of sign language but there is a distinction between unovan and kalosian sign
Sage: The very same blossoms that adorn my braid~ They were a gift imparted to me by a dear friend before I....left my original home. With their soft blue and contrasting gold, I think they cast a striking figure, do they not??
But far be it from me to not mention all the amazing flora there is out there! I could probably go on for days about the adaptation and diversity of plant life-!
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If Sage can predict the future, does it mean that he knew that sooner or later he would meet with the Recluse? So it was a fateful meeting?
The Fount had never claimed the tell the future...He was blessed with a brilliant mind, an appetite for learning, and-due to his isolated nature at the Tower of All Knowledge-all the time he could ever require to learn everything there was about the world.
It was his mother that spoke to him in dreams...Shared with him visions of a place beyond time; answers to questions steeped in a true understanding of the world and its principles. But one day, the voices stopped.
Though he continued to give the answers his people required, they felt more hollow...less sure. His nation depended on them for clarity and direction, but what if even the one answering didn't believe them anymore?
The night before his departure, he heard a gentle voice-his mother's-after so long.
"Go", She said, " When all the world becomes a stranger, Seek the one who understands you"
And so he went.
And fate, while often unforgiving and cruel, can sometimes lead us in a direction we least expect.
Sage: The very same blossoms that adorn my braid~ They were a gift imparted to me by a dear friend before I....left my original home. With their soft blue and contrasting gold, I think they cast a striking figure, do they not??
But far be it from me to not mention all the amazing flora there is out there! I could probably go on for days about the adaptation and diversity of plant life-!
How did Sage and Recluse relationship to each other change over the course of their acquaintance?
Sage: When I first happened upon the recluse, I will admit I was a little...oblivious to his preferences in conversation. However, as time went on, I started to do more...listening. When I was in the tower, I was never really given time to listen, just expected to speak and answer whatever question was posed to me.
But the recluse...He taught me what it was like to slow down, to examine everything for what it was, not trying to disect every little thing I encountered-but to see it as a whole. I also started to feel more comfortable sharing stories about myself, instead of the world around me. He doesn't seem to get as mopey when I do~
Recluse: The Sage is...a bit of a handful sometimes, but it's been nice to hear about the world outside this grove. Things have changed since I secluded myself here, and while I still don't intend to make a habit of going beyond it, the Sage always brings back interesting stories to tell. He also doesn't get into nearly as many mishaps as he used to--
Does it happen that one of these two goes somewhere for a long time? In this case, who starts to miss each other first? Or do they practically never break up?
Sage: Often times I have to travel for my work, or when followers of the Tower of Knowledge seem to be on my trail, I'll do what I can to lead them astray. The recluse will also wander to collect herbs and berries for the remedies he creates. While much of it can be found in his impressive garden, a number of ingredients are multiple days journey distance from the hut.
I have my studies to attend to that passes the time, but do I miss our nightly talks.
However, the joyous feelings I have on the day when we reunite always heals any missing aches~
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When Reclus found out who Sage really was, was he disappointed? Confused? Is he angry that he lied to him?
Sage: My recluse was beyond understanding, and since then, we've tried to be a bit more open with one-another...For as much as we need to be. I am eternally grateful to him and do my best to show my appreciation every moment I can!
In one sketch, Sage kissed Recluse on the cheek. What if Recluse had done the same thing at some point? 👀
Sage: The Recluse does not often give out affection so freely, but there are rare occasions where he surprises me! This phenomenon must be studied further~~
If Sage can predict the future, does it mean that he knew that sooner or later he would meet with the Recluse? So it was a fateful meeting?
The Fount had never claimed the tell the future...He was blessed with a brilliant mind, an appetite for learning, and-due to his isolated nature at the Tower of All Knowledge-all the time he could ever require to learn everything there was about the world.
It was his mother that spoke to him in dreams...Shared with him visions of a place beyond time; answers to questions steeped in a true understanding of the world and its principles. But one day, the voices stopped.
Though he continued to give the answers his people required, they felt more hollow...less sure. His nation depended on them for clarity and direction, but what if even the one answering didn't believe them anymore?
The night before his departure, he heard a gentle voice-his mother's-after so long.
"Go", She said, " When all the world becomes a stranger, Seek the one who understands you"
And so he went.
And fate, while often unforgiving and cruel, can sometimes lead us in a direction we least expect.
Is Sage always that colorful? Does he have any disguises?
Sage: Concepts like "gender" and even "species" are fluid--but a mere spectrum that, when on the quest to solve all of life's mystery's, is but a trifle to overcome! There are some traits I'm unable to mask, but why would I want to hide THIS stunning figure??
Sage: Ah yes! Well you see, due to...unfortunate circumstances, my original living arrangement was no longer viable. BUT my dear Recluse was kind enough to open his home to me! It's quite a cozy little shack-And he built himself!
Recluse: He was very...insistent-and his tendency to get himself into every predicament possible here in the Dread Swamp was giving me anxiety. It's better this way.
Sage: It is true that my negative interactions with the local wildlife have decreased exponentially since I started taking up residence with you! It's as if they're naturally repelled from this area...
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What is the context behind a sketch where Recluse shouted "WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH HIM?", protecting Sage behind his back?👀
Recluse: It's a bit complicated...
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((So this scenario was originally a concept that was requested for a doodlin' stream of mine, but long story short, both Sage and Recluse are rulers that abandoned their people-in one way or another. Recluse was never the original ruler of his nation-he married into it, chosen by the Queen through an arrangement, he never felt himself suited for the role. So when the Queen died of a sudden illness, he was left alone and feel into an depressive spiral-causing him to seek isolation so that he didn't hurt others with his deterioration and decent.
Sage on the other hand is still the ruler of his nation--but was came from a line of royal blood, his linage held high on a pedestal for a trait that's been passed down for generation: predicting the future. From a young age, he was coddled and protected, held high in his "Spire of Knowledge" where he used his ability to tell faeries of his kingdom all that may come to pass. But eventually they began to rely on him too much, treating him like a god and locking him away so that no one but they could use his abilities. Sage, longing to see the outside world (and with the help of two of his most loyal followers), managed to flee and for a time wandered alone...
Until he happened upon a curious little shack in the woods and a certain Reclusive fae who was in need of his company.
At the time that this scene takes place, neither of them really knows about them being rulers/kings, so when envoys finally find out that their Sage is missing and go on a nation-wide search of him, Recluse is quite surprised to find a nearly cult-like following in hot pursuit of his silly scientist. ))
So how poisonous are those spores? (And how long has Recluse been growing immune to them?)
Sage: According to my dear Recluse, his flowers were not always this way...Historically, they were a strain of Hydrangea I believe! Due to circumstances which he has not felt privi to share with me, they gradually declined and gained this much more toxic "nightshade" appearance. Just touching them can cause very negative reactions-One could assume even death if consumed whole!
HOWEVER the Recluse seems unaffected, and it is my hypothesis at exposure to the spores they produce seems to have a negating effect on the blooms themselves.
As such, to achieve a similar effect, one would need an especially high tolerance and similar exposure to said blossoms in order to become so close to the Recluse as I have.
Which is why I've gradually been ingesting them over the course of a few months when he wasn't looking and built up an immunity to them.
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