#vampire saltbaker

[pridepotat0]

I do apologize for being gone for so long, I had to catch up with school, job, and the chaos of a discord server. Anyways! I drew this a while back.

[selfshipping-shapeshifter]

❥.⋆↜Amber's Writing Masterlist↝⋆.★

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Beetlejuice:

Mutual Scares with Movie!juice

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Bendy and the Ink Machine/Bendy and the Dark Revival:

Staying Up Late with Alice

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Cuphead:

First Meeting with Chef Saltbaker

Selfshiptober: Apple Picking | Fog (with Chef Saltbaker)

Selfshiptober: Carnival | Haunted (with The Devil)

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Fallout 4:

Selfshiptober: Rain | Infection (with Nick)

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Five Nights at Freddy's:

Monty Plays with Amber’s Hair

Watching Movies with Sun

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Gravity Falls:

Chat with The Axolotl

Affectionate Smiles with Ford

AU with Ford

Teasing Stan About his Fanfic

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Grounded:

Celebrating Thanksgiving

Leaving Each Other Post-it Notes

Amber Begs Wendell to Keep a Pet Weevil

Selfshiptober: Blanket | Flame

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Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss:

Linking Arms with Pentious

Reading with Baxter

Patching up Baxter’s Injuries

Selfshiptober: Swim | Terror (with Baxter)

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Homegrown Pet:

Selfshiptober: All Dressed Up | Blade

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Phantom of the Opera (2004):

Selfshiptober: Music | Masquerade

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Portal 2:

Sleeping Together with Wheatley

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Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarves:

Sharing a Meal with Average

Comforting Average on a Hot Air Balloon Ride

Selfshiptober: Party | Magic

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Skyrim:

Ma'lanna Resting their Head on Kaidan's Shoulder

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Super Mario Bros Movie:

Arranged Marriage AU

Getting Ready in the Morning

Forhead Kisses

Selfshiptober: Warmth | Claws

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Undertale/Deltarune:

Selfshiptober: Comfort | Recovery (with Mettaton)

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My Ocs:

Klaus' Audio Logs

Anniversary with Klaus and Rosaline

Zombie Apocalypse AU with Klaus

Klaus and Dealing with Periods

Holding Hands with Klaus

Calling Each Other for Hours with Rosaline

Blood Drinking with Damien

Selfshiptober: Confession | Night (with Damien)

Selfshiptober: Embrace | Blood (with Klaus)

Selfshiptober: Married | Ritual (with Klaus)

Selfshiptober: Date Night | Vampire (with Damien)

Klaus and Amber on a Hot Air Balloon Ride

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Crossover:

Reverse Isekai with Musical!juice, Adam, and Pentious

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[requilune]

(Click for better quality)

Wanted to do a Vamp!Saltbaker doodle, but also I wasn’t expecting that much love for the Addams!Saltbaker art I did. So for that, I’m continuing that idea with a Addams Family-inspired AU for Saltbaker and a possible OC I had planned for a while.

It’ll take me a bit for everything to be done but I hope you’ll enjoy what I have to offer soon. ;)

[thetoothlessvolkolak]

Finally got my tablet back. So here is part 3

Mugman:-"Im in danger"

[askcannibalsaltbaker]

love them..... @the-bakery-after-dark

[hostess-of-horror]

Oath of Silence

A Vampire!Chef Saltbaker x Reader Fanfic

Inspired by @winslowdraws

@tiramegtoons @darkmedolie @starleska @snailstrailz @medys-space @lemonbaloni

Content Includes: Kidnapping, Murder, "Cannibalism", Graphic Cartoon Violence, Knives, Suggestiveness (not explicit NSFW), and "Blood" Drinking

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As his apprentice, you had to help your mentor in any way possible and you always did. But at this very moment, you never thought that you would ever agree to this.

Down underneath the bakery, in the kitchen set up within the catacombs, a small, helpless individual wailed as he was held down onto the wooden counter. This poor soul had the head of a cinnamon roll and was dressed to the nines. He was stumbling from the pub after dark, a horrible idea for someone so intoxicated, and you had to lure him from sight. You had never kidnapped someone before, let alone made any attempts. But this was for Chef Saltbaker - your mentor and, as of recently, your newfound lover.

He had already told you about his plans on taking over the astral plane. The idea of having its power in the palms of your hand sounded very intriguing. There was so much to learn, and so far, all you could was to read multiple books on the subject. To even try to obtain a plane of existence seemed impossible. However, Chef Saltbaker was confident that the two of you could make it happen. But what did this Cinnamon Roll fellow had to do with the plan? Was it because he's a personified sweet treat? Because he was a drunkard? You had so many questions, many of which Chef Saltbaker couldn't answer since he was busy holding him down.

Tears streamed down the Cinnamon Roll's puffy cheeks. They looked brown - maple, most likely - as you looked over your mentor's shoulder. Your stomach turned. A part of you wanted to succumb to your queasiness and escape the bakery. A part of you wanted to stay, whether it was out of morbid curiosity or out of devotion. The fact you stayed by Chef Saltbaker's side was enough to finalize your instincts. Chef Saltbaker motioned to you, then pointed from across the kitchen. You looked to where he was pointing.

A cleaver.

Not letting hesitation get to you, you immediately went over and grabbed it from the hook it was hanging from. You rushed over to him, handing over the weapon. "Thank you, sweetie pie..." Chef Saltbaker said calmly, as he took the cleaver, "Now come help me and hold him still." You did as you were told, wrapping your hands over the Cinnamon Roll's legs. This was no easy task, for the little drunkard was fighting his way out of your grip. He was like a wild horse stung by a wasp. The screams pierced your ears, almost making you lose focus. Your constant struggle made him panic, and without warning, he kicked you in the face. The pain stung horribly. You fell back, letting out a yelp, and held onto your nose and forehead. Chef Saltbaker turned to see you on the floor, wincing, trying to get back up. He gasped and flashed a look of rage at the Cinnamon Roll. "How dare you!" he yelled furiously, "I'll teach you not to hurt my honeybun!"

With his mighty strength, Chef Saltbaker pushed the Cinnamon Roll back onto the counter, his right hand clutching the cleaver. His eyes glowed with anger, flashing his teeth with a menacing grin, as he raised the cleaver. The drunkard protested in fear, spouting out pathetic apologies and useless bargains. His begs of mercy were futile, as the cleaver thrusted into his leg, severing it in one clean swing! The screams of agony were muffled over your mentor's hand. As you finally stood up, you saw the severed leg fall down, the nerves twitching with vigor as it hopped up to escape. It was much quicker than you thought it would be. While Chef Saltbaker was busy holding the Cinnamon Roll down, you were busy trying to catch his severed leg. After a minute of chasing, you finally finished the job by smacking it down with a iron skillet, flattening it like a pancake!

Another swing was heard, and another limb had been severed. This time it was an arm. Skillet at the ready, you braced for another chase. You sighed in relief as the arm just flopped like a fish drowning in air. The Cinnamon Roll, whimpering, finally stopped struggling and laid there dismembered. Chef Saltbaker, putting down the cleaver, hurried over to you, gently caressing your face. "Are you alright? He didn't hurt you too bad, did he?", he worriedly asked. You felt his fingers trace the wounds as you tried to act like you're okay. With a heavy sigh, Chef Saltbaker pulled you into his arms and peppered small kisses over your face. Despite being made out of glass, he was surprisingly soft to the touch. You always enjoyed receiving hugs from him and especially whenever you two get the chance to cuddle. With one final kiss on your lips, he murmured sweetly into your ear, "I'm so sorry, honeybun. But don't you worry your little head off... He won't hurt you no more."

You both went over to the counter. The Cinnamon Roll was still breathing heavily from crying his eyes out, his throat raspy from his wails. Chef Saltbaker went on to finish the job and grabbed the cleaver again. He paused, but for only just a moment. He turns to you. "Would you like to do the honors?", Chef Saltbaker offered, handing the weapon towards you, "I won't force you if you don't want to, of course. I'm only asking... You know, as payback. But I'll gladly do it for you." You hesitated. Kidnapping, now this? What on earth had you gotten yourself into? We're you really going to steep yourself to a whole new low? Was this really worth the trouble? All you wanted was to learn about the astral plane and be with Chef Saltbaker! But as you glanced over at the pathetic drunkard on the counter, your blood boiled. He kicked you in the face, that bastard! You let out a short exhale.

Screw it.

You took the cleaver from his hand, gripping it as your prepared for the final cut. "I suggest you go for the neck. Makes things a bit... easier.", Chef Saltbaker said, rubbing his fingers with anticipation. You couldn't help but notice his change in attitude. You watched as he stared over the dismembered fellow, his mouth agape, swallowing in order to quench his dry throat. Was he... salivating? You brushed it off to focus on the task at hand. You took deep breaths as to calm down and not have your hand shake nervously. You lifted up the cleaver. The Cinnamon Roll looked up at you, too weak to stop you. The only sound that came from his lips were tiny squeaks of terror. You tightened your grip and took one last breath.

Three...

Two...

One!

Chef Saltbaker cheered, applauding your very first cut! Unlike his, yours were not as clean. Viscous, sugary syrup spurted out from the inflicted wound, spraying all over your hand, face, and apron. The rest oozed down into a sticky puddle. You go to make another swing. "Ah, ah, ah! That's good! You did amazing, sweetie pie. Now... allow me.", Chef Saltbaker said, lowering your hand. You went to the sink to clean off the mess. Turning on the faucet, you looked over to see what he was up to. You still had no idea what exactly he wanted to do with the body. The best guess you could think of is to turn him into a delicious treat to sell in the bakery. It made sense; after all, sometimes desperate measures are called for. Although, considering his talents as a chef, it seemed rather unusual that he needed an already cooked cinnamon roll to make his dishes. Perhaps Chef Saltbaker was not the best chef in all of Inkwell Isles? No. No, that can't be it. He wasn't the kind to make such shortcuts.

Hovering over the Cinnamon Roll, Chef Saltbaker examined the wounds intensely. His tongue rolled over his lips with desperation. He swallowed again. You watched as he slowly dipped his finger into the gaping wound in the neck. He twirled it around to gather up some of the spilled syrup. He then, with a long snake-like tongue, licked his finger, savoring the flavor. You froze in place. You didn't just see what just saw, right? There was no way that happened just now! As he cleaned off his finger, Chef Saltbaker began to open his mouth, pulling back the head to open up the neck. Two long, sharp canines appeared as your mentor inhaled, eyes wide open, gleaming with such animalistic urge. In a swift motion, Chef Saltbaker clasped his mouth onto the Cinnamon Roll's throat and began to feed with voracious hunger.

You dropped the cleaver into the sink, your heart dropping like a heavy brick into stomach. This grotesque display made your blood run cold as you stared at his tongue coil and lap up the sticky substance, almost as if cleaning the cut with his saliva. You've read books on this sort of thing before. You thought they were only just myths and scary stories to tell around a campfire. Creatures of the night, feasting on mortal prey to survive within the shadows. All sorts of creatures exist on Inkwell Isles, but you were certain that creatures like Chef Saltbaker didn't exist. You shook your head in disbelief. With one final suck, Chef Saltbaker released his grip on the Cinnamon Roll, gasping for air, his thirst quenched, like a dying man drinking water for the first time in forever.

He licked his lips and fangs, letting out a deep chuckle. "Ahhh... That was... so good. Warm... Just how I like it.", he swallowed. He finally turned over to you after what seemed like a gore-filled eternity. His golden-yellow eyes gleamed in the dark. You turned off the faucet, shaking in your boots. His snarl softened as he saw you, looking around him to realize the situation. He gasped and covered his mouth. "Oh, golly gosh! I am so terribly sorry! I... never told you, did I?", Chef Saltbaker meekly groaned, embarrassed as he twiddled his fingers. You said nothing. You still were processing what you had just witnessed. You had the knowledge to know what to do, but being a book written by fearful mortals, it was all about the extermination. As terrifying as the sight was, you would never dare try to harm your salty sweetheart.

"Please... Do not be afraid. Everyone else fears me... Not my honeybun..." Chef Saltbaker assured you, carefully approaching you with open arms. He ached for your embrace, his pitiful expression begging for comfort. It tugged at your heartstrings. You slowly, cautiously, went towards him, not sure exactly how to handle this new information. You reached for his cheek, gently cupping it. Chef Saltbaker melted into your touch. Despite his carnivorous hunger, he was still that charming baker you fell for. Holding onto your hand, he kissed your palm down to your wrist. Your heart thumped with anticipation, but nothing happened. "I've had this... infliction... for a very long time." Chef Saltbaker explained, "I've had it since I was once part of the Devil's Casino. I was the cook there. As you could imagine, working there was anything but pleasant. It started when I met a customer - a real sight for sore eyes, I must admit. She was a pretty dame, well-to-do, too. After serving her, she insisted that she tip me. A generous act for some poor worker. I still remember that night, alive with craps and drinks and gambling. She took me to a lounge, far away from company, and we... um, well... She gave her compliments to the chef." Chef Saltbaker removed his red scarf and pulled down his collar. On his neck was a crack in the form of two small holes, which seemed to have healed over time. He continued, "Since that night, I've been having these pains of hunger, just like what you saw here. At first it was difficult - I never wanted to hurt anyone. But as time went on, I began to appreciate my abilities and turned this curse into a blessing. With this, I can truly perfect my recipes. I can taste every element, every ingredient, the essence of others. That was how I became the best chef around here, you know."

It all made sense now. Chef Saltbaker, greatest chef of all Inkwell Isles. Just like the kitchen within the catacombs, he took a problem and made it into a solution. You admired his efficiency. "Now that you know what I am... You must promise me you will never reveal this secret. I can't imagine what would happen if everyone found out. Of course, they would hurt me, but they would also hurt you, too. I refuse to let that happen." Chef Saltbaker sighed, brushing your hair over your ear, "And with that promise, I promise that I will never hurt you in any way. That is... Unless you want me to." A chill rolled down your spine at his offer. Deep down, you've always wanted to know what it would feel like. It would be painful, of course, but perhaps there was a tinge of pleasure to it. The kind of pain that felt good at the same time. Your could feel your neck burn with a tingling sensation at the thought. Maybe you could become a monster just like him. Together forever.

With a huge exhale, Chef Saltbaker looked over at the dismembered corpse on the counter. He placed his hands on his hips, "Now... What to do with him..."

[biostris]

Okay, so...

I noticed you do Chef Saltbaker x Reader posts, and I, kindly, want to request one!

But... make it Vampire!Chef Saltbaker!

What happens is all up to you!

A/N: I noticed you did a similar prompt! (I was scrolling the tag looking for the good stuff) if there are any similarities please know they are only coincidental! I wanted to make this a morticia x Gomez adams feel to is so the reader might be hinted to be AFAB but pronouns will remain they/them for the sake of inclusiveness.

(C/W): Blood (ink??), mentions of sharp objects,

NSFW motions (not actual sex but yeah), cannibalism and mentions of someone being cut up.

:Vampire! Chef Saltbaker x reader:

:Midnight snack:

The moon was high over the small fishing village of inkwell isle IV, and (y/n) was currently sound asleep in their lush bed. But there was on thing missing, “gah fuck-“, Saltbaker. (Y/n) groaned awake shuffling out from the blankets to see what the salt shaker was cussing over.

They treaded down the old wooden stairs and into the kitchen, where the silly old chef usually hung out when he had free time, a yawn pried their mouth open to escape as their feet met cold linoleum. “What’s going on?” They asked, sleep heavy in their voice, Saltbaker was startled and he slightly jumped as his cleaver landed a little to hard on his cutting board.

“Oh honeybun!” He exclaimed, just above a whisper, “I’m so sorry did I wake you up sugar?” He asked while wiping his hands in a kitchen towelette. (Y/n) shook their head “I was already starting to wake up,” the admitted as they soon found themselves wrapped in the bigger lads arms.

Saltbaker pressed a soft kiss into (Y/n)’s temple as he held them from behind, the soft and dark fabric of their robe spilling over his arms as he held his sugar plum close. He breathed deeply inhaling the scent from their perfume, hunger hit him where it hurt and he quickly had to pull away from (Y/n).

(Y/n) was confused as to why he was in such a rush, then it hit them and they smiled “oh my love~” they called out to their beloved chef who had already gone back to chopping some poor bloke to bits to distract himself from his hunger. Saltbaker pressed his lips into a thin line, fangs beginning to peak out from his lips and only grunted in response to (Y/n)’s advances.

“Don’t you grunt at me! I know you’re hungry my darling, do you want a little snack before your…” they looked around to the body of the old man sitting in multiple parts, his blood spilling into a bucket, “feast?” Saltbaker sighed “as much as I’d love that honey bunch,” another heavy slam from his cleaver echoed.

“I wouldn’t be able to control myself.” Familiar yellow rings formed around his pupil as he glanced to his beloved, there they sat, robe falling off their shoulders, exposing their jugular to him, he could practically feel their pulse through the ground as he began to feel his restraint slowly slip. They just looked oh so sweet.

“Cmon mi amor, you know I can handle it.” They cooed in a more comforting tone, (Y/n) raised their arms as if to invite him into a hug, their (E/C) orbs sparkling in the dim light of the kitchen. Two faint needle light holes caught his attention which caused him to fumble with the cleaver in hand. “Lord..” he whispered under his breath.

(Y/n) was internally smug as they watched Saltbaker slowly walk into their arms, the table they sat on creaked under the new weight of the chef and both beings flushed red. Saltbaker began to kiss up (Y/n)’s neck before taking another whiff of that sweet scent he loved oh so much.

(Y/n) smiled as they rubbed his back, they felt is warm tongue lick up their flesh and the gasped as blissfully sharp teeth pierced their skin. Saltbaker’s grip transferred from the table edges to around his loves waist, laying them down on the table in the process.

They were light headed in the best way possible, (y/n) let out a breathless gasp as Saltbaker detached quickly, “you’re mine you know that?” Was all he asked, his yellow eyes glowing as his shadow covered (y/n)’s frame. (Y/n) could only nod and pant, “good,” salt baker kissed his loves fore head before helping them sit up.

“Now don’t move, I think you need a little snack as well.” And with that he set aside his own meal and began to prep (y/n) an aftercare snack before they both went to bed for the rest of the night.

[willywonderfan]

Cuphead bosses and their halloween costumes, featuring Sprocket.

Goopy Le Grande: Basketball

The Root pack: Fruit (Sal's a pear, Ollie's an apple, and Chauncey's a banana.)

Cagney: Venus flytrap

Hildaberg: Astronaut

Ribby and Croaks: Sawk and Throh

Djimmi the great: Mummy

Beppi: Mime

Grim Matchstick: Pegasus

Wally Warbles: Vulture

Baroness Von Bon Bon: Princess Bubblegum

Sally Stageplay: Cinderella

Werner Werman: Kobold

Dr.Kahl: Wizard

Rumor Honeybottoms: Hornet

Cala Maria: Ariel

Captain Brineybeard: Bluto (from Popeye the sailor)

The Phantom express: They don't need costumes.

King Dice: The Devil

The Devil: King Dice

Sprocket: Frankenstein

Glumstone: Frankenstein's monster

Mortimer Freeze: Mad scientist

Esther Winchester: Jessie from Toy Story

Penelope: Amelia Earheart

Bernard: The soldier from tf2

The Yankee Yippers: Cats

Sheldon: Nurse

Anthony: Doctor

Walter and Lucy: Vampires

Edward: Snake

Larry: Zombie

Chef Saltbaker: Crazy butcher

Chess King and Chess Queen: Witch and Warlock.

Gabriel: Angel

Archilles: The Greek hero of the same name

Rook: The grim reaper

Gilly: Betty Boop

The pawns: Rabbits

[pridepotat0]

So I got this shirt from school and…

SALTBAKER LOOKS AMAZING IN IT!!

[hostess-of-horror]

@winslowdraws @jessberriies @buttchomper2000

This, but with Vampire!Chef Saltbaker while inside a coffin ⚰️

Imagine you and your f/o getting sleepy as they're holding you close. Your fingers are intertwined and you both feel safe and comfortable. Before they doze off and fall asleep, they whisper, "Rest well, darling."

[shriimptart]

I find it neat as hell how almost if not everyone that draws Saltbaker kinda has their own interpretation/version of him and all of them are cool. From sugar cube dad to eldritch bastard, vampire to sweeney todd, middle-aged man having a crisis to sweet cinnamon roll, straight up yandere to stupid goofball… they’re all so cool jfdklgjfd

idk what mine is but here he is

[lovelyteng]

Cuphead Meme #1: Halloween Costumes (My Version)

Playable Characters Cuphead - Mario (Super Mario Bros.) Mugman - Luigi (Super Mario Bros.) Ms. Chalice (The Legendary Chalice) -  Yumi Yoshimura (Hi Hi Puffy AmiYumi)

Bosses Inkwell Isle One (Inkwell Glade) The Root Pack .Sal Spudder - Pineapple .Ollie Bulb - Orange .Chauncey Chantenay - Banana Goopy Le Grande - Zombie Hilda Berg - Wonder Woman (DC Super Hero Girls) Cagney Carnation - Audrey II (Little Shop of Horrors) Ribby - Tom (Tom and Jerry) Croaks - Spike (Tom and Jerry)

Inkwell Isle Two (Inkwell Park) Baroness Von Bon Bon - Witch Beppi The Clown - Vampire Djimmi The Great - Mummy Grim Matchstick -  The Hydrac (Balan Wonderworld) Wally Warbles - Zombie

Inkwell Isle Three (Inkwell City) Rumor Honeybottoms - Tatiana (No Straight Roads) Captain Brineybeard - Flying Dutchman (SpongeBob SquarePants) Sally Stageplay - Fallen Angel Werner Werman - Bunnicula (From same name series of character) Automaton (Dr. Kahl’s Robot) - DJ Subatomic Supernova (No Straight Roads) Dr. Kahl - Neon J. (No Straight Roads) Cala Maria - Gothic Singer Phantom Express .Blind Specter - Steward (Luigi’s Mansion 3) .Conductor - Grim Reaper .Lollipop Ghouls - Creepy Twins .Head of the Train - Tough Possessor (Luigi’s Mansion 2: Dark Moon)

Inkwell Isle Four (Inkwell Village) Glumstone The Giant - Ug (Luigi’s Mansion 3) Moonshine Mob .Spider Mobster - Frankenstein’s Monster .Light Bug - Bride of Frankenstein .Anteater - Igor .Announcer Snail - Dr. Victor Frankenstein  The Howling Aces .Pilot Bulldog - Gothic Rocker .Yankee Yippers - Gothic Dancers .Pilot Saluki - Gothic DJ Mortimer Freeze - Ice King (Adventure Time) Esther Winchester - Headless Horseman Chef Saltbaker - Chef Soulfflé (Luigi’s Mansion 3)

The King’s Leap (Chess Bosses) The King of Games - Phantom King The Pawns - Pumpkins The Knight - Plague Doctor The Bishop - Dark Priest The Rook - Jason Voorhees (Friday the 13th) The Queen - Ghost Queen

Inkwell Hell The Devil - Bowser (Super Mario Bros.) King Dice - King Boo (Luigi’s Mansion Series) Tipsy Troop .Rum Glass - Barrel (The Nightmare Before Christmas) .Martini Glass - Shock (The Nightmare Before Christmas) .Whiskey Bottle - Lock (The Nightmare Before Christmas) Chips Bettigan - Gothic Cowboy Mr. Wheezy - Zombie Pip and Dot - Conjoined Zombie Hopus Pocus - Ghost Magician Phear Lap - Mad Scientist  Pirouletta - Swan Ballerina Mangosteen - Ink Monster Mr. Chimes - Broken Robot

Here Blank Meme!

[hostess-of-horror]

A Taste of Sunlight

The Sequel to "Oath of Silence"...

Asked by @khanzi-salamander

Inspired by @winslowdraws

@tiramegtoons @darkmedolie @starleska @snailstrailz @medys-space @lemonbaloni

Content Includes: Blood Drinking, Sleep Paralysis, Flirting, Descriptions of Gore, and Slight Suggestiveness (not explicit NSFW)

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"Muffin...", Chef Saltbaker purred into your ear from behind. Startled, you shot straight up from crouching. But then you relaxed. How clever... you were in the middle of making muffins for tomorrow's shift. He chuckled in amusement, his deep voice making you feel bashful. "Sorry for scaring you, sweetie pie." Chef Saltbaker giggled, planting a kiss on your cheek, "You look awfully tired. Are you sure you don't want to rest? I can finish up the last batch." He was right. Both he and you had a real busy day, and you agreed to take charge of making fresh treats. As much you wanted to finish the job, you knew that your needs were more important. You agreed, kissed him on his cheek, and went through the catacombs. After working in the bakery for a while now, you had found out that Chef Saltbaker's business was also his home.

Or rather, his "Tomb Sweet Tomb", as you jokingly called it.

Chef Saltbaker had the generosity of allowing you as his apprentice and roommate, since you didn't have the financial means to have your own house yet. He had turned the many funerary chambers into nicely decorated living quarters. The walls of coffins became shelves for pictures and trinkets, the floor was dusted and adorned with lovely patterns rugs, nicely cleaned furniture completed the space. You wondered how long had he been living under here, as you noticed a few older decorations placed around the rooms. The kind of decor that someone's great, great, great grandparents would have in their own house. If you were to guess, Chef Saltbaker had dwelled in these tombs for decades.

You went to your respective chamber. It was already well-made, but Chef Saltbaker had given you the freedom to make it your own. You had many freedoms, other than sharing the chores, and that, you believe, made him the best landlord to ever exist. Pictures - torn magazine pages, photos, drawings, and notes - sprawled across a stone wall. Wooden shelves and a desk provided the necessities and entertainment. Your bed was small, but comfortable, and it was placed up against the decorated wall. Not bad for your first rental. You removed your apron and work clothes to put on some sleepwear. The moment you sat onto your bed made you instantly drowsy. You finally laid down, your head on the pillow, and drifted off to sleep.

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You opened your eyes. Everything was almost pitch black. Shadows blanketed the corners. Your body was frozen still, unable to move. Your heart pumped rapidly, your ribcage a steel prison trapping a wild, frenzied beast. Your eyes were staring up at the ceiling. Oh God... Not again! You steadied your breath. You've been through this before in the past, no need to panic. This sudden feeling was temporary, after all. But something isn't quite right. You kept feeling an odd sensation and it woke you up. With some struggle, you managed to move your eyes to glance over. You looked to your right.

How long had Chef Saltbaker been standing there?

A dark figure with glowing yellow eyes, he stood there, staring at you. A silent moment passes. He awakes from his stare. "O.. oh! Oh my goodness!" Chef Saltbaker spoke in a hushed tone, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you! And not only that, it seems that I've gotten you stuck in place. Doggone it... I thought I took control of this power. You're not... uncomfortable, are you?" You laid there in silence. "Oh... Right. You can't talk. Whoops... Um... My apologies for all of this. You're probably wondering why I'm here in your room. Well, it's because... I, uh... I'm a little bit peckish." He continued, "The little lady I had was a small one, not enough to fill me up for the night." Peckish? Oh dear. You knew this moment would come. However, you had no know idea whether to be frightened...

Or excited.

"A feisty one, too. Put up quite the fight. I actually felt bad for her after pulling her eyes out with the corkscrew. The eyes are the best part, you know. Surprisingly tasty and very, very juicy.", Chef Saltbaker continued as he approached to your bedside. Such mentions of goriness made you rather desensitized. After all, you were working with a creature of the night. Even taking in a few victims, albeit difficult, was nothing more than a daily chore to you now. Anything for survival and business. Chef Saltbaker sat down right next to you, twiddling his fingers. His lips thinned in embarrassment. The awkward silence filled the room. His eyes shifted around, his mind searching for the right words to say. Hesitantly, he opened his mouth to speak, only to lose his concentration.

"Gosh, I'm in quite the pickle, huh?", a flushed Chef Saltbaker chuckled, "I... I hoped... Uh, well, I mean, I would prefer that you have the ability to speak so that I can know if... if you're okay with it. I don't wanna go through with it if you're uncomfortable. I want to make sure that you - both of us - are in a mutual understanding." You blinked. The only part in your paralyzed body that you could move. Thank the stars, you could move your eyes! Shutting your eyes gave you great relief, exhausted as you were. Chef Saltbaker glanced up. In a moment of realization, he snapped his fingers. "Ah ha! Your eyes! You're blinking! Oh, this is great! I have an idea! Blink once for "yes", and blink twice for "no". Got it?"

Blink.

"Alright.", he paused, letting out a sigh, "Now... Are you sure you want to do this?"

Blink.

"Okay... Do you want me to do a count down before we begin?"

Blink, blink.

"Just making sure... Oh, Honeybun...", Chef Saltbaker growled, bright eyes full of hunger. You could not feel it, but you watched as he leaned over and wrapped his arm around your waist, hoisted up against his chest. A firm yet gentle embrace, his hands mindlessly caressing your back and up to your navel. Your eyes were glued to those familiar yellow-halo eyes - the sign of a creature's craving. But surely, you thought, there was more to his craving than that of your life force. A desire that a gentleman such as himself would have to hold back immensely, for he found himself unable to control the urge to kiss you. His lips were pressed against yours, as if it had been an eternity since he had seen them.You were the air that filled his lungs with life, and the blood that quenched his everlasting thirst.

Inhaling the scent of your hair, Chef Saltbaker buried himself into your neck. His mouth - his teeth - grazing your throat in between lingering kisses. The numbing sensation all over your body had begun to fade, but to your despair, slowly. Every touch was pure agony. You had robbed yourself of expectation, leaving yourself at the mercy of your lover's maddening passion. You wanted it. You could not deny it anymore, you wanted it! You needed it - ached for it! If not for your inability to speak, you would have gave in with a hysterical plea! To wrap your arms around his neck, to melt in his embrace, to surrender to an act that could so easily snuff out your life!

Oh, but if you were to die, then you would have let him be your Angel of Death.

Chef Saltbaker shifted, whispering in your ear, "I can't guarantee that this won't hurt. But I can promise this: it will be quite nothing you have ever experienced before." As you felt more of your body awaking up, a rumbling growl shook you to your core. His baritone voice, a delicacy for your senses, whispered once again, "Just relax... Close your eyes... And allow me to feed, my love." And with those words echoing inside your mind, your eyes rolled back into your skull as his bared fangs carved into your flesh.

The pain, at first, was an excruciating pinch, but only for a moment. Then Chef Saltbaker began to drink. Tiny sips that became pulsating waves traveling down your body. Finally gaining control of your arms, you gripped the back of his uniform. Your hands clutched the fabric tightly with every wave. Your back arched, pressing your chest against his. He was right. This was nothing like you had ever experienced before. But whatever this feeling was, by Golly, you wanted more of it. But such an addiction, just like many others, has its risks. Risks you were undoubtedly willing to take if it all meant for your undying love.

The thirst was exquisite. But the release - ah, the release from his bite! You were free from your paralysis, now wincing at the mark he made. It made you weak. He made you weak, and so did you to him. Drifting from reality and into deep slumber, you managed to catch a glimpse of Chef Saltbaker. His stained mouth was agape, relishing in his feast, licking the remaining blood off his lips. He lowered you down into your bed, his tongue savoring the wound one last time. "Oh... my stars...", Chef Saltbaker gasped, "You... taste like sunlight. Thank you, my sweet... You were absolutely divine..."

[willywonderfan]

I've decided to make another cuphead vampire au that includes main game cuphead characters called Isles of blood.

Main characters

Ms.Chalice (main protagonist)

Cuphead (secondary protagonist)

Mugman (tertiary protagonist)

Dr.Kahl (main deuteragonist)

Werner Werman (secondary deuteragonist)

Esther (tertiary deuteragonist)

Sheldon (main antagonist)

Walter (secondary antagonist)

Lucy (tertiary antagonist)

Supporting characters

Dr.Kahl's robot

Anthony

Larry

Edward (The caterpillar)

Minor characters

Sally Stageplay

Elder Kettle

Penelope

Bernard

Hildaberg

Gabriel

Setting

The Inkwell Isles is dealing with a vampire invasion, chalice has recently been turned into a vampire and Cuphead and Mugman are trying to find a cure to end this apocalypse. The three eventually come across three vampires who were exiled because they rebelled against their leader, now they're helping Cuphead, Mugman, and Chalice find a cure for vampirisum.

Vampires

Ms.Chalice

Sheldon

Walter

Lucy

Anthony

Larry

Edward

Dr.Kahl

Werner Werman

Esther Winchester

Rumor

Penelope

Bernard

Ribby

Grim Matchstick

Archilles

Hildaberg

King Dice

The pawns

Survivors

Cuphead

Mugman

Elder Kettle

Sally Stageplay and her husband

Croaks

Wally Warbles

Willy Warbles

Baroness Von Bon Bon

Glumstone

Mortimer Freeze

Chef Saltbaker

Djimmi

Beppi

Cala Maria

Gabriel

Gilly

Chess King

Chess Queen

The Yankee Yippers

Those who have died

Cagney

Goopy

Rook

Sprocket

The Root pack

Captain Brineybeard

Those who are immune

The Devil

Dr.Kahl's robot

The Phantom express

(Glumstone is human instead of a giant in this universe, also Mortimer and Djimmi lost their powers, and Edward is a butterfly.)

[thejollysaltbaker]

((looks at Vampire!Saltbaker with Mischievous Intent™))

Say, do you cook savory dishes often? Things with like, oh, I don't know, onions, chives, garlic..?

"I do! My baking is not all sweet, after all, and I have a fine selection of savoury goods." He nodded, quite happy with the fact.

"Unfortunately... some ingredients are very hard to come by on this isle, so I tend to not use them an awful lot."

We all know which ingredient he is referring to.

[pridepotat0]

Saltbaker made some cupcakes!!