#Don Macaron

[i23kazu]

GENSHIN MEN AND BAKING WITH THEM .

characters. xiao zhongli kaeya diluc childe alhaitham kaveh x reader genre. romantic fluff an. please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D

xiao

very meticulous. he's just like zhongli in the way that he does things – probably with a little less love and care, but that's because he doesn't see baking as a love language. xiao just wants your cupcakes after. please hug him as the two of you bake and bring out his slightly more playful side!

zhongli

he likes baking! as long as he doesn't pay for it ( butter and eggs are expensive nowadays... ), zhongli is more than happy to don a kiss-the-cook apron and sift flour with you. he does this thing where he presses a dent in the cookies into a diamond shape, then fills them with orange jam. geo cookies, anyone?

kaeya

kaeya just enjoys spending time with you! he hates cleaning up the mess in the kitchen, but because you're there, he'd happy to dance around the island while spinning you around, watching your flour-stained cheeks lift up a smile. did i mention that he hates cleaning up? somehow, a stomach ache always comes about when its time to clean...

diluc

unlike his brother, diluc enjoys the cleaning more than the baking itself... he doesn't particularly like getting his hands sticky with a slurry mixture and would rather help you clean it off. diluc is often seen walking around the kitchen cleaning up any messes or spills, to keep your environment and mood happy. he's also just glad to help you eat the goods.

childe

childe loves to bake with you! growing up, he always took his siblings to bake with him in the kitchen, constantly creating a plethora of different colourful goods, ranging from cookies to macarons to small cakes and such. childe is also very entertaining in the kitchen... just watch out for fingers constantly poking you when you're trying to make your sweets.

al-haitham

doesn't enjoy baking, prefers eating it instead. al-haitham would only bake when you really need help or if you force him to bake with you! it's quite funny watching him bake – he always ends up making a bigger mess than you do, and truth be told.. al-haitham doesn't have hands gifted for baking. those cookies did end up a bit rubbery...

kaveh

he's the definition of uncontrolled, unadulterated chaos! childish fun of flinging flour at each other always seems to weave its way into your simple plan of baking muffins, and the two of you commemorate the occasion by taking selfies of your flour-stained faces... and is that bits of egg on your hand? either way, he always has fun with you and vice versa. bake more.

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[rallentando1011]

Valentine’s Day With Donnie

(rise Donnie x gn reader)

Saint Valentine’s Day: a fickle holiday that celebrates even more fickle emotions, a day that forces the formation of many a precarious bond that statistically would not last

At least, that’s how Donnie saw it for the entirety of his life

Until you came along

Now, don’t get him wrong, he still thinks it’s stupid, but maybe something could be stupid and enjoyable

He means, he enjoys his brothers’ company, right? (/j… maybe /hj)

Either way, for you, he doesn’t mind giving Valentine’s Day a genuine go

So, when you come over on the holiday, Donnie’s ready

“As you know, I think Valentine’s Day is an example of rampant consumerism devouring the meaning behind holidays and people’s wallets, but there is something special about a day in which one can express their admiration for each other.”

“Wait… you got me something?”

“Correction: I made you something.”

The man proceeds to hand you a new phone, the insignia on it implying it was made, or at least modified, by his hand

You’d been complaining mentioning that you needed one that actually works

You smile and thank him eagerly

“It’s fine if you don’t have anything, I wasn’t really expecting-”

“Au contraire, Don, I made you something too!”

He looks baffled for about 20 seconds as you hand him a small gift bag containing red velvet macarons, lavender tea bags, a small, smooth rose quartz, a miniature turtle plushie

“Well, me and Mikey made the macarons together. Gotta give credit where credit is due.”

He barely registers your comment, too absolutely enamored by your consideration of him

Donnie doesn’t know where his mind is at, but it definitely isn’t in this solar system, perhaps not even the surrounding stellar systems

Bottom line, bro’s ecstatic

The huge grin on his face and brightness in his eyes effectively gets his point across

Not only did he give a heartfelt gift, he received one?

Okay, maybe this Valentine’s Day had something to it

Watching rom-coms solely to trash on them is a mandatory tradition

Every other Valentine’s Day he’s spent by his lonesome has mostly consisted of hours of mercilessly ragging on romantic comedies

Yep, definitely just to criticize them

No sadness and/or yearning involved

But now, with your company?

He’s still criticizing the ever-loving heck out of those movies

If you genuinely enjoy rom-coms, be prepared for this little pessimist to rain on your parade, grumbling questions of the logic and flow of the film

However, if you, too, find them stupid, you’ve found yourself the perfect, cynical viewing buddy

“You can tell just from the cinematography of that one guy catching her that he’s the secondary love interest.”

“I swear on Galileo’s heliocentric model itself- how many love interests can one main character have?”

“I think that’s the challenge that was going on in the writer’s room - to see how many variations of a love triangle they could make.”

“The challenge in the writer’s room was that they had too many people slamming on keyboards, yet none of them wrote Shakespeare.”

“Was that an infinite monkey theorem allusion?”

“And a simultaneous dig on the foul writing - zing!”

Following the festivities of movie-binging and gift-giving, he turns to you with a rather uncharacteristic diffidence in his demeanor

Glance askance, slight perspiration on his forehead, fidgeting hands, stammering words

As you start to ask what’s wrong, Donnie quickly, almost unintelligibly so, asks if you want to dance

If you feel so inclined, you nod, take his hand, and offer a dance

If Sinatra is playing (Nancy or Frank or both), you know some slow dancing is going down

Bill Withers or Kitty Kallen, maybe even Dean Martin, something classic, whispering in the background, a hand or two on your hips, yours on his shoulders, chins tucked cozily on the crook of each other’s neck or crown of the head, just the two of you gently swaying together to the rhythm sounds perfect

Normally when he dances, it’s fast-paced boogie or groove (he didn’t get the name Bootyshaker9000 for nothing), but for today, for you, he’ll keep the dancing slow, smooth, sweet

Keeping you close and spending time with you has certainly made this his favorite Valentine’s Day thus far

The macarons you gave him also significantly improved his verdict

(Happy Valentine’s Day gang ‼️ HERE are some accompanying sketches with this!)

[rcreveal]

Rainy Day

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56711314

Summary:

This bit of Ineffable Husband fluff was inspired by MetalMiez's "Accidental Sleepover" https://archiveofourown.org/works/56628781

with the lovely idea of Aziraphale as a cozy warm sunny rock perfect for a serpent formed someone.

Work Text:

Sheets of rain blurred the image of Whickber street through the windows of Aziraphale's shop. These sorts of afternoons were wonderful since they tended to make most foot traffic turn into Nina's coffee shop or really any of the cozy restaurants in the neighborhood. Aziraphale was settling down on the couch with a huge mug of tea and a favorite Jane Austen book when the doorbell jangled as it opened with an unwelcome gust of chill wind and the very welcome sight of Crowley with treats.

“Got ‘em!” Crowley held up a pastel cord wrapped box triumphantly.

“Oh you shouldn't have!” exclaimed Aziraphale, eyes twinkling, as he eagerly took the box from Crowley, brushing his fingers.

“Dear boy, did you get chilled?” Aziraphale paused in opening the much coveted box of pastries.

“‘S nothing,” deflected Crowley, “Go on,” he sat on the other end of the couch eagerly watching Aziraphale take up a brightly colored macaron. Watching the angel enjoy something delicious was still one of his favorite things. Crowley could ignore getting a little cold for that.

Then Aziraphale paused, looking away from the rosy orange disks sandwiched around who knew what delicious interior, “You're all wet, didn't you take the Bentley?” Aziraphale asked.

“Couldn't find parking,” Crowley grumbled, following the orbit of the pastry towards the angel's lips, anticipating his exclamations of delight.

Now, worse than pausing, the angel was putting the box on the table. Crowley, no longer moving, was getting colder and colder.

Aziraphale looked at him in amazement. “ You couldn't find parking…”

“Yeah, it's apparently a really, really popular place!” Crowley was feeling strangely muzzy, that must be why he said out loud, “Miracles didn't even work…had to wait in line…”

Looking dumbstruck, Aziraphale closed the distance between them on the couch. Touching Crowley’s cold cheek and noting how chill Crowley's lean leg was against his, the angel exclaimed,

“Dear, you're freezing ! Let's get you into a nice warm bath!”

With Aziraphale's hands on his cheeks, Crowley sighed as he leaned into the heat, then he mumbled plaintively, “Don' wanna bath. Wanna watch you eat!”

Sluggish thoughts spinning slowly, Crowley managed to think, Aziraphale radiated coziness, like a perfect rock that sat all day in the sun. Crowley wanted nothing more than to watch him eat and…

Pop

A little muffled implosion found Aziraphale looking down at coils and coils of cold gleaming black snake spilling over his hands.

“Oh my dear boy,” crooned Aziraphale, lovingly gathering up Crowley into a tidier knot. The angel scooched back to his side of the couch, tucking Crowley into the front of his shirt while supporting the chilled snake over his heart.

Aziraphale murmured, "As you wish,” biting into a beautiful macaron, letting the crisp meringue infused pastry melt on his tongue while savoring the sparkling tartness of the passion fruit filling.

Humming with pleasure, Aziraphale settled back into the couch, pulled the pastry box onto his stomach, and picked up his book.

Waving his fingers at the door, the shades dropped down and the “Very closed” sign guarded the door.

Crowley fell asleep in a cocoon of warmth, the steady beat of the angel’s heart under him, rocked by the rise and fall of his breaths, tickled by the rumbling of the angel's pleased murmurs with every bite of pastry.

After finishing his book, Aziraphale peered down at the coils of serpentine contentment sitting on his chest. Crowley was so endearing asleep like this, but Aziraphale could think of a more comfortable spot for them both. Careful not to let Crowley slide down, Aziraphale rose from the couch with all the stealth of a parent draped with a sleeping toddler and headed upstairs.

***

The next morning, Crowley, human-shaped again, woke up in their bed puddled up against Aziraphale's warm bulk. He grumbled happily in the back of his throat. Aziraphale took Crowley’s hand from where it lay over his heart and kissed his knuckles.

“Are you feeling better now?” he inquired.

Yawning hugely, Crowley blinked, “Mmmmhmm. Did you like your macarons?”

“They were lovely. I saved one.”

Crowley leaned back from Aziraphale’s warmth reluctantly, “Really? What for?”

“I thought you might like to watch me eat one in this form,” Aziraphale explained.

Crowley leaned his forehead back against the nape of the angel's neck.

“Thoughtful of you. But all the same,”

Pop

Quick as lightning, the smooth form slithered onto Aziraphale’s chest, tickling his chest hairs while turning his head from pastry box to angel and back expectantly.

Aziraphale chuckled, “Hedonist,” he teased.

The snake flicked his tongue, unrepentantly.

The angel brought the last macaron to his mouth. Sighed as he inhaled the sweet raspberry scent while rose flavored meringue shattered across his tongue, Aziraphale hummed and purred as he savored the treat and let his fingers trail over the sinuous form. The little snake, bounced by the seismic rumbles, leaned into the gentle caresses until he twined all around Aziraphale's fingers.

Holding the languid serpent up to his face, where Crowley flicked his tongue within a hair's breath of the angel's lips, Aziraphale said, “You're quite welcome to sleep on my chest again, I've got another book handy and it's still raining.” Crowley darted down Aziraphale's arm to curl up on his chest.

“If you enjoyed me eating that much, dear, how do you like me reading?” Aziraphale proposed, opening the first page of a slim book and beginning to read aloud while the rain still pelted the roof and windows.

This was the best place Crowley could imagine, curled warm and content over his angel's heart.

Notes:

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[psychangels]

I imagine when Chai gets sick, he gets SICK. Chai can’t get out of bed because he’s hot and cold, body sweating, shaking, sore, and just feeling awful. The gang now has to take care of him: Korsica is researching on how to ease his sickness (maybe working on some emails to cancel some meetings Chai had as the ambassador), Peppermint berating him on taking care of himself while shoving a spoonful of warm soup in his mouth, Macaron desperately trying not to panic at his friend’s state (he probably made the soup), CNMN is…helping in his…usual way.

the universe (fanbase) just loves making this guy suffer

Chai wakes up groggy, sweaty, cold, and with his whole body aching. His nose is stuffed up and his throat is scratchy. The beat is crazy fast. He feels like he just ran a ten mile marathon, but he's still running even though it's over.

Coughing, his body jolts. He hates the fact that each one is in-time.

His first thought is goddammit. His second is I need a nap. Which is followed up by wait, I just woke up.

A beat passes.

Rolling over, he pulls the blanket up over his head and tries to go back to sleep.

Something fuzzy rubbing against his face wakes Chai up. He groans. Someone says something. He can't make out the words. But the voice is familiar. Probably Peppermint. The fuzzy thing disappears after a second.

"Chai? You awake...?" Peppermint asks.

He grumbles in response, too tired to form a coherent sentence.

"...I'll take that as a maybe."

A few beats pass.

Then, she says, "You're gonna have to, y'know, get up soon. Don't you have a meeting today?"

Does he? Chai really can't remember. His brain feels like it's full of bees. Or it's made of soup. Bee soup...

"Hello? Chai?" "Whuh?" "...Are you okay?" "Meh...m'fine...don' worry 'bout it," he mumbles.

About half a beat passes before Peppermint says, "So what you're saying is you're definitely not okay."

He frowns. "No...? S'not what I said...at all."

She sighs.

The fuzzy thing is suddenly back. This time it's rubbing against his arm—and meowing.

Oh. It's just 808.

He slowly opens his eyes and is greeted by the sight of Peppermint looking down at him, her arms crossed. Shifting, he looks down towards 808. Her glowing eyes and LEDs, paired with the light creeping in through the open door, make him squint and grimace. He shuts them again.

808 mewls, nuzzling into the crook of his elbow. With a fond huff, Chai wraps his arm around her and pulls her up toward him, nestling her against his chest. She starts purring a beat later.

Something touches his forehead. It quickly pulls away.

Peppermint mutters something. Then, she says, "You're definitely sick. You really need to take better care of yourself."

Chai has no idea what that's supposed to mean. He takes great care of himself. Eats, drinks, sleeps, showers, vibes...all the things you're supposed to do. Besides, she's one to talk! Need to take better care of myself...psh...

Him being sick doesn't have anything to do with how well he takes care of himself. He probably caught something during one of his concerts. Being around a huge crowd of people does that to you. Plus, there's been, like, a bunch of new human employees that he could've gotten sick from. Hmph. Need to take better care of myself...yeah, right.

"What're you muttering about?"

...Was he saying all that out loud?

...

Doesn't matter. He takes good care of himself, which is what does.

"...Hello? Earth to Chai?" "Nothin'. Don' worry 'bout it." "Bit late for that," she dryly replies.

With a sigh, she says something about 'calling for back-up' and breakfast. Chai hums in response.

He assumes the back-up is just a work-related thing.

As for breakfast...the thought of eating right now isn't super appealing. He'll get himself something later. Right now, he mostly just wants to go back to sleep.

So, rolling over, he cuddles 808 and tries to do just that.

The feeling of something cold and damp being placed on top of his forehead jolts Chai out of his slumber. He grunts, eyes fluttering open.

They widen when he's met with the sight of Macaron. There's a familiar anxious expression on his face. But he perks up a little when he notices Chai looking at him.

"Hey, little guy. How're you feeling?"

Everything aches. His mouth feels like it's full of sand, and his throat is itchier than a flea-covered dog. The entirety of his body feels disgusting. Sweaty and greasy and just overall horrible. He's cold and too hot. His stomach and head are starting to hurt. It's hard to breathe. The beat is so fast. Whatever song is playing is both too loud and too quiet. He's too tired to even guess the genre.

But he does feel slightly better than he did...however many hours ago. Just barely.

"Like dogshit," is what part of him wants to say. The truthful, exhausted, hurting part.

Instead, he croaks out, "Eh. Could be worse."

Macaron smiles weakly. Then, he turns away as he lets out a soft, "Oh!" When he turns back around, he's holding a mug and a glass of water. Steam is rising from the mug.

"Me and CNMN made you some soup," he explains as he gingerly sets them down on Chai's night stand. "It's just chicken noodle. Hope that's alright."

A memory of being sick in bed, eating Gram's homemade chicken noodle soup suddenly hits Chai, and he's left reeling for a few beats.

Shaking himself and sniffling, he slowly sits up. The wash cloth that was on his forehead falls off, onto his lap. It makes him realize that 808 is gone. Must've gotten sick of cuddling with his sorry ass. He frowns. Then, he huffs a laugh. Hah. Sick.

"Chicken noodle's great. Thanks, Mac," he replies, offering the best grin he can muster at the moment. It's ruined by a brief coughing fit.

"Of course! It's no problem."

Picking up the mug, Chai notices some bottles of medicine are also on the nightstand. There's a sticky note attached to one that reads, "Take two of each—WITH WATER!" It's signed by Pep. He smiles.

Turning his attention back to the cup, drinks some of the soup in it. Warmth quickly spreads through him. It doesn't quite taste like home—but it's close enough. Before he knows it, it's all gone.

His stomach stops hurting almost immediately. Now he wishes he had gotten up to eat earlier. Oh well.

Macaron's staring at him with wide eyes. "Good?"

"Amazing!" he replies. After a beat, he adds on, "I feel better already! Tell your co-chef I said thanks!"

He beams. "I'm glad. And you can tell them yourself—if you're feeling up to it. They're just out in the living area."

...It's probably about time he got up. Not only to see his friends, but also because he really needs to piss. Then, he can just take another nap on the couch and sleep the rest of this stupid...whatever he has away. Easy peasy.

"Gimme like...5 minutes." "Alright! See you in a few."

Showered, changed, bladder emptied, and medicine taken, Chai limps over to the couch where Peppermint, 808, Macaron, CNMN, and Korsica are all gathered.

When he'd first left his room and hurried into the bathroom, he hadn't even noticed Korsica. He's surprised to see her here. It's not the weekend, so she should definitely be at work. Actually...Macaron and CNMN should be, too. And probably Peppermint, but she works from home sometimes so her being here isn't that weird.

Wincing from his sore body, Chai plops down next to Peppermint. 808 immediately hops from her lap to his. He pats her on the head.

Then, he looks at Korsica and asks, "Shouldn't you be at work?" "...Hello to you, too, Chai," she says with a frown. "What? It's Tuesday! So it's a valid question!"

"It's actually Wednesday, Mr. Chai," CNMN pipes up. "And hello!" Oh. "Hey, CNMN. Thanks for the soup." "It's no problem, Mr. Chai! I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"As CNMN said, it's Wednesday," Korsica states after a beat, bringing his attention back to her, "but that's besides the point. I'm here because of you."

"...Why?" She blinks. "Because...you're my friend. And you're sick." "...So...?"

"...So I came to check up on you. Oh, and...I handled your meeting today for you. Same with some others you had this week. Just in case."

His eyes widen. "Oh. Thanks. You didn't have to do that." "I know. It's no trouble, really."

He looks toward the others after a beat.

"So, wait—you...all took the day off for me...?" "Sure did, little guy." "Yeah," Peppermint replies.

Chai's not really sure how to feel about that. There's a fuzzy feeling in his chest.

"...Thanks." "Of course!" "Sure."

Another beat passes.

His brow furrows. "Wait. How'd you guys even find out I'm sick?" "I told them," Peppermint states. "...So that's what the 'calling for back-up' thing was about!"

"Huh. I'm surprised you remember that—and that you even heard. I thought you had already passed out."

"Nah. I passed out right after." Peppermint huffs and smiles. "Of course."

[elrielscourt]

new sjm acotar mate quiz answers

so guess who found the answer mapping code! here are all the answers and who they equate to, in its original coding. basically just take note of which letters are attached to which character! ps if you share anyway pls credit as @ azrielscourt on twitter lol thank u <3

const resultsMapping = {

    A: {

        name: 'Rhysand',

        quote: '“To the stars who listen— and the dreams that are answered.”'

    },

    B: {

        name: 'Feyre',

        quote: '“No one was my master— but I might be master of everything, if I wished. If I dared.”'

    },

    C: {

        name: 'Cassian',

        quote: '“Come on, Feyre. We don’t bite. Unless you ask us to.”'

    },

    D: {

        name: 'Azriel',

        quote: '“Be careful how you speak about my High Lady.”'

    },

    E: {

        name: 'Mor',

        quote: '“With enough courage, you can say to hell with a reputation. You do what you love, what you need.”'

    },

    F: {

        name: 'Amren',

        quote: '“The quickest way to a man’s heart is through the fourth and fifth ribs.”'

    },

    G: {

        name: 'Lucien',

        quote: '“If I offer you the moon on a string, will you give me a kiss, too?”'

    },

    H: {

        name: 'Nesta',

        quote: '“She felt it all—too keenly, too sharply. Hated and cared and loved and dreaded, more than other people, she sometimes thought.”'

    },

    I: {

        name: 'Elain',

        quote: '“And it was Elain—Elain—who sighed and murmured, “I hope they all burn in hell.”'

    },

    J: {

        name: 'Tamlin',

        quote: '“Don\'t feel bad for one moment about doing what brings you joy.”'

    },

question: "When do you usually wake up in the morning?",

    answers: [{

        text: "I never slept",

        type: "A"

    }, {

        text: "10am, I like a lie in",

        type: "B"

    }, {

        text: "5am sharp for my morning run!",

        type: "C"

    }, {

        text: "I'd prefer not to say",

        type: "D"

    }, {

        text: "That would depend on how late I was out dancing...",

        type: "E"

    }, {

        text: "Sleep is for the weak",

        type: "F"

    }, {

        text: "My alarm is set for 7am most days",

        type: "G"

    }, {

        text: "Whenever, wherever, with whoever",

        type: "H"

    }, {

        text: "I like to rise with the sun",

        type: "I"

    }, {

        text: "As the birds begin to sing",

        type: "J"

    }, ]

}, {

    question: "Choose a snack:",

    answers: [{

        text: "A good, vintage red wine",

        type: "A"

    }, {

        text: "Chocolate",

        type: "B"

    }, {

        text: "Fresh fruit",

        type: "C"

    }, {

        text: "Salted cashews",

        type: "D"

    }, {

        text: "Macarons",

        type: "E"

    }, {

        text: "The blood of my enemies",

        type: "F"

    }, {

        text: "S'mores",

        type: "G"

    }, {

        text: "A dry martini",

        type: "H"

    }, {

        text: "A slice of cake",

        type: "I"

    }, {

        text: "Carrot sticks",

        type: "J"

    }, ]

}, {

    question: "Choose a magical power:",

    answers: [{

        text: "Flying",

        type: "A"

    }, {

        text: "Mind infiltration (like the Daemati)",

        type: "B"

    }, {

        text: "Immense strength",

        type: "C"

    }, {

        text: "Invisibility",

        type: "D"

    }, {

        text: "Teleportation (a.k.a winnowing)",

        type: "E"

    }, {

        text: "The ability to sense riches and power in others",

        type: "F"

    }, {

        text: "Emotional manipulation",

        type: "G"

    }, {

        text: "Time travel",

        type: "H"

    }, {

        text: "Seer (the ability to predict the future)",

        type: "I"

    }, {

        text: "The power to manipulate nature",

        type: "J"

    }, ]

}, {

    question: "How are you spending your weekend?",

    answers: [{

        text: "Community outreach",

        type: "A"

    }, {

        text: "Visiting an art gallery",

        type: "B"

    }, {

        text: "Hitting the gym for some weight lifting",

        type: "C"

    }, {

        text: "Travelling for work",

        type: "D"

    }, {

        text: "Attending multiple parties",

        type: "E"

    }, {

        text: "Lounging in silk pajamas",

        type: "F"

    }, {

        text: "A long walk in the forest",

        type: "G"

    }, {

        text: "Hanging with my best friends",

        type: "H"

    }, {

        text: "Gardening",

        type: "I"

    }, {

        text: "Scheming against my enemies",

        type: "J"

    }, ]

}, {

    question: "What's your greatest weakness?",

    answers: [{

        text: "I find it hard to ask for help",

        type: "A"

    }, {

        text: "Admitting my weaknesses",

        type: "B"

    }, {

        text: "Pride",

        type: "C"

    }, {

        text: "I'm haunted by my past",

        type: "D"

    }, {

        text: "I don't take things seriously enough",

        type: "E"

    }, {

        text: "I don’t have any weaknesses",

        type: "F"

    }, {

        text: "I'm not very confident",

        type: "G"

    }, {

        text: "I don't think before I speak",

        type: "H"

    }, {

        text: "I don't like sharing my feelings",

        type: "I"

    }, {

        text: "I'm very stubborn",

        type: "J"

    }, ]

}, {

    question: "I like to read...",

    answers: [{

        text: "To my children",

        type: "A"

    }, {

        text: "Beneath the stars",

        type: "B"

    }, {

        text: "Something spicy",

        type: "C"

    }, {

        text: "Other people's diaries",

        type: "D"

    }, {

        text: "Expensive menus",

        type: "E"

    }, {

        text: "High-end auction catalogues",

        type: "F"

    }, {

        text: "Surrounded by nature",

        type: "G"

    }, {

        text: "Military history",

        type: "H"

    }, {

        text: "Epic adventure tales",

        type: "I"

    }, {

        text: "My tax returns",

        type: "J"

    }, ]

}, {

    question: "Your ideal party would involve...",

    answers: [{

        text: "Rooftop cocktails",

        type: "A"

    }, {

        text: "Something cosy with the people I love",

        type: "B"

    }, {

        text: "A raucous pub night",

        type: "C"

    }, {

        text: "No party",

        type: "D"

    }, {

        text: "Lots of dancing",

        type: "E"

    }, {

        text: "Something exclusive, VIP only",

        type: "F"

    }, {

        text: "Poetry readings",

        type: "G"

    }, {

        text: "I'd rather read a book",

        type: "H"

    }, {

        text: "A royal ball",

        type: "I"

    }, {

        text: "My band playing!",

        type: "J"

    }, ]

}, {

    question: "What do your friends love most about you?",

    answers: [{

        text: "My resilience",

        type: "A"

    }, {

        text: "My compassion",

        type: "B"

    }, {

        text: "I'm their ride or die",

        type: "C"

    }, {

        text: "My kindness",

        type: "D"

    }, {

        text: "The fun we have together!",

        type: "E"

    }, {

        text: "My wisdom",

        type: "F"

    }, {

        text: "I'm a good listener",

        type: "G"

    }, {

        text: "My courage",

        type: "H"

    }, {

        text: "My loyalty",

        type: "I"

    }, {

        text: "My excellent hair",

        type: "J"

    }, ]

}, {

    question: "What would you most love to receive as a gift?",

    answers: [{

        text: "Time alone with my partner",

        type: "A"

    }, {

        text: "A beautiful painting",

        type: "B"

    }, {

        text: "A new weapon to add to my collection",

        type: "C"

    }, {

        text: "Jewellery",

        type: "D"

    }, {

        text: "Something I've chosen myself",

        type: "E"

    }, {

        text: "I prefer giving the gifts!",

        type: "F"

    }, {

        text: "A day out filled with my favorite things",

        type: "G"

    }, {

        text: "Gifts aren't important to me",

        type: "H"

    }, {

        text: "Something homemade with sentimental value",

        type: "I"

    }, {

        text: "Time to myself",

        type: "J"

    }, ]

}, {

    question: "Your friend betrays you to your enemy, what do you do?",

    answers: [{

        text: "Play the long game",

        type: "A"

    }, {

        text: "Talk it out",

        type: "B"

    }, {

        text: "Immediately attack",

        type: "C"

    }, {

        text: "I'd snoop and find out why",

        type: "D"

    }, {

        text: "Ghost them",

        type: "E"

    }, {

        text: "Burn the world down",

        type: "F"

    }, {

        text: "I'd try to forgive",

        type: "G"

    }, {

        text: "I would curse them",

        type: "H"

    }, {

        text: "Probably cry",

        type: "I"

    }, {

        text: "I'd lock them up",

        type: "J"

    }, ]

}, ];

[dragomerepyrrhart]

Just a pile of doodles.

1. This one is definitely a backstory headcanon thing. Midas just found out his adopted little brother is his brother.

2. Oscar fits, Oscar sits.

3. Ascendant Montague, gone Shakespeare. Midas you have no room to call him a dorky dork

4. The great Polycule Clothing Swap. Nisha is donning Val’s coat, Valeria thinks Montague has too heavy a coat, and Montague likes Nisha’s vest thing

5. Polycule wedding? Polycule wedding. Nisha is wearing a Lehenga, Valeria has a kinda Greek dress, and Montague is wearing a French tux to marry his darlings

6. Zeus done messed up. Never steal Montague’s macarons, let alone at 2AM

[deadpoets]

tagged by @don-humes-tiny-shorts, thank you for tagging me soph :)

coffee or tea | early bird or night owl | chocolate or vanilla | spring or fall | silver or gold | pop or alternative | freckles or dimples | snakes or sharks | mountains or fields | thunder or lightning | egyptian mythology or greek mythology | ivory or scarlet | flute or lyre | opal or diamond | butterflies or honeybees | macarons or eclairs | typewritten or handwritten | secret garden or secret library | rooftop or balcony | spicy or mild | opera or ballet | london or paris | vincent van gogh or claude monet | denim or leather | potions or spells | ocean or desert | mermaids or sirens | masquerade ball or cocktail party

tagging @kjxlll @ohwarnette @not-with-you-but-of-you @belleandsaintsebastian @danielsousa @permanentreverie

[piracytheorist]

OKAY

I think it says a lot about my job that I was able to concentrate on it today and completely forget we GOT TRAILER

It was a mistake to check tumblr first thing in the morning, before I even got out of bed, but in my defense, I didn't expect it would drop at such a day and time! But anyway I did jump off of bed, turned on my laptop and recorded my face as I watched it. I needed to have that memorized XD

So, spoilers about the trailer below, and my own predictions about what each scene could be for! Reminder that I'm anime only, but have read the chapter that the first episode (probably) is based on, so for the most part I know what's going on, but for the rest I'm very much NOT aware :D Don't spoil me please :D

FAKE FAMBLY IS BACK

Manipulative Anya at her best! We love our gremlin!

Oh he's looking good :D

I fucking love this image. Look at Twilight pouting in the background. He doesn't understand why a child finds news boring.

WE GOT BLOOD WE GOT THORN PRINCESS IN ACTION LET'S GOOOOO

your honour I love him. Why does he look like he's ready to cry!

Ok from a first hearing the OP song sounds super cool. I feel like it's got "Mixed Nuts" vibes and I love it! I gotta look it up later!

Jeez Loid. Woman just woke up. Is that how he honeypoted all of his other missions?

Yor having a meltdown in the foreground and Anya being cute waking up in the background <3 I love my fake fambly <3

... okay. That's how his honeypots worked.

Yellow roses, if I'm correct, symbolize friendship. Interesting.

This is going to be a disaster and I cannot wait. Also I'm spotting Anya and Franky doing a horrible job at hiding in the left pic XD

My heart skipped a beat when I heard Anya's voice say "Moja-Moja" :')

Very sneaky. Much hiding. Wow. There's no way Franky thought this was working XD

The way all of this could have been solved with a "I tripped down the stairs and fell on my butt and now it hurts to sit" but hey we're getting a funny date how can I ask for more

Also the way Yor says that line my god

I am so ready for more Yor you have no idea

I gotta say, showing this moment is perfect for anime-onlies who haven't actually read this specific chapter. Loid just looks worried and Yor looks enraged. So many feelings for this episode XD

Are those macarons? What were the fucking chances that yesterday I went like "Next morning I'm gonna pass by that bakery that makes macarons". I haven't had macarons in years, yet I see one (1) advertisement about that bakery and its macarons and I go like yeah why not. Macarons. And now this. The fuck.

GREMLIN ANYA IS BACK

Honestly, her face in official merch is always a :D face with an almost unnaturally big smile all the time that I've missed her silly little face.

AH I WAS SENT THAT AS A MANGA SCREENSHOT!

Are those playing cards she's throwing? And is she reading someone's mind? I don't even care if she's cheating, good for you girl

Yeah, buddy, welcome to the real world.

I remember that line from the end of the bullet-in-butt date chapter, and I gotta admit I don't really like it... but the way Eguchi delivers it makes me think he's not like "Women amirite" but more like "All my years of training did not prepare me for how people are like in their day to day lives because spy training has skewed my perception of day to day 'normal'" and that's perfectly valid.

But also what the fuck is happening here. What is that cat. Why is Yor about to Thorn-Princess it. What.

So Anya goes on a studying rampage, fails, and ends up crying on her penguin?

This only made me sad, what the fuck. It looks like Loid and Yor are looking at her failing grades, and Anya is disappointed in herself. I will don my clown wig again and say "If Loid doesn't go and reassure her so help me GOD"

I... don't like the ending theme song. But that's mostly a matter of taste, I guess.

Aw.

They dare throw this to anime onlies when they know we won't get romantic canon twiyor content until three to five business years from now at least

The assassin group... I'm supposing he means the one Yor works for? How long does "for a while now" mean? Wasn't Yor working for them since she was a teenager caring for Yuri?

In any case, wow that's a very intense visual.

omg omg omg

from the colour and the angle this looks like a vision Bond has. Loid and Yor are smiling and blushing but why does it make me feel sad!!

I don't know if it's because of what is said in that moment (they look like unrelated scenes since the line is being said by a woman who I'm guessing is a fellow assassin working with Yor or something) but then there's this

And we just don't see Yor like that often, if at all in the anime so far.

What is Franky wearing? It looks like a military jacket or something. I wonder if that's just stylistic choice or it's something more important.

*snorts laugh*

Gotta admit, from a few tidbits here and there it looks like Twilight is finally gaining some more understanding of himself and his situation... but the way he says that just makes me think that realization makes him more concerned than anything else.

So I can say with conviction this did fix something in me. Though I guess the first episode will be the bullet-in-butt date, so it will take me another week to go into new territory. But! Bullet-in-butt date in 12 days! And new cool stuff to look for later on! I'm so happy!

(Again, I don't want spoilers for any of these. Just let me have my fun speculating :D)

screenshots taken from the unofficially subtitled trailer here!

[dustyjumpwjngs]

easy co. but cookies

carwood lipton: christmas sugar cookie

ron speirs: ginger snaps

eugene roe: lofthouse

don malarkey: snickerdoodle

david webster: oatmeal raisin

joe liebgott: s’mores cookies

dick winters: a perfectly soft, perfectly crisp, gooey, fresh out of the oven, chocolate chip cookie

lewis nixon: macarons but mostly coffee & pistachio

george luz: oreos but just the cream

babe heffron: he stole a bunch of fortune cookies by the handful

johnny martin: peanut butter girl scout cookies

[cloevr]

tagged by @girl001 ^_^

rules: tag 9 people and answer the questions but i don t want to tag anyone so i am breaking the rules living on the edge rockstar life

favorite color:

last song listened to: i am listening to skotoseme by diamanda galas right meow...

currently reading: not currently in the middle of anything L but i kind of want to read /r/nosleep stories tonight. fun fact about me i found reddit very young and i used to read those when i was about 12 and get scared lol... lately ive been wanting to revisit old ones and read ones i havent yet too, sometimes theyre silly or unintentionally funny even but sometimes actually really beautiful writing that sticks with me.. many of the ones i read when i was younger really stuck with me as very interesting stories... i really like that sub as a concept i think its just great

currently craving: crab, macarons, passionfruit mymochi, miso and jasmine tea

coffee or tea?: right now tea because i have coffee almost every day but dont get to have tea much :( i want to meet with her more often and try more types

[teaforarteza]

Tagged by @don-humes-tiny-shorts - thank you, this was a lovely distraction for a few minutes! 💖

coffee or tea | early bird or night owl | chocolate or vanilla | spring or fall | silver or gold | pop or alternative | freckles or dimples | snakes or sharks | mountains or fields | thunder or lightning | egyptian mythology or greek mythology | ivory or scarlet | flute or lyre | opal or diamond | butterflies or honeybees | macarons or eclairs | typewritten or handwritten | secret garden or secret library | rooftop or balcony | spicy or mild | opera or ballet | london or paris | vincent van gogh or claude monet | denim or leather | potions or spells | ocean or desert | mermaids or sirens | masquerade ball or cocktail party

The abject cruelty of making me choose between macarons and eclairs, I swear to god... 😭😭😭

No pressure tagging (only if you want to!): @arokel, @kjxlll, @borealopelta, @seasidesandstarscapes, @sparrow-in-the-field, @shadowquill17 and @dogwooddiaries

Of course, if anyone else sees this and just wants to give it a go then please consider yourself tagged too! 💜

[twstchaos]

Original Character: The Bouquet

Introducing: The Bouquet!! Got lazy and decided to use a picrew I made of her a loooooong time ago.

Technical Information

Name: Bouquette de Rosario

Japanese: ボクエット・デ・ロサリオ

Romaji: Bokuetto De Rosario

Nickname(s): Kelp/Seaweed (Floyd), Mademoiselle Fleur (Rook)

Biographical Information

Gender: Female

Pronoun: She/Her

Age: 17

Birthday: June 13

Starsign: Gemini

Height: 160cm

Eye Color: Chartreuse

Hair Color: Rose Pink

Homeland: Queendom of Roses

Family: Mother, Father

--

Professional Status

Dorm: Heartslabyul

School Year: Second

Class: 2-E (No. 7)

Occupation: Student, Groundskeeper of Heartslabyul

Club: Light Music Club, Science Club, Dance Club

Best Subject: Biology, Music

--

Fun Facts

Dominant Hand: Right

Favorite Food: Honeysuckle Macarons

Least Favorite Food: Cilantro

Dislikes: Students messing up the rose garden

Hobby: Gardening

Talents: Floral Arrangement

--

Appearance:

Bouquette has rose pink, long hair tied neatly into a large rose bun. Her hair is pulled back so as to not cover her face, save for a single curled strand on the left side of her face. She has chartreuse green eyes. Bouquette dons the standard Night Raven Academy female uniform consisting of a black blazer over the red, gold-lined vest, short skirt with black stockings, and black and white striped tie. She wears the Heartslabyul armband with pride. As a respectable resident of Heartslabyul, her Heartslabyul dormitory uniform includes the standard black, red, and white overcoat, white, pleated skirt with yellow hemming, the yellow and black sash tied around her waist, and black stockings. Clipped on her lapel, instead of the standard painted rose, Bouquette wears a boutonniere with a tiny flower arrangement. Both of her school outfits are worn with her pair of black, heeled Mary Janes.

--

Personality:

Bouquette is a very bubbly and excitable girl–wanting to please everyone–with many passions. She is always seen bustling around the campus of Night Raven College albeit for classes, electives, or any errand that the Housewarden asked of her. She spends much of her time busying herself with work. A very diligent person yet unwise. Her constant commitment to work leaves her little time to relax–to breathe–causing to overstress herself very often. During those rare moments when she allows herself to relax, Bouquette enjoys indulging on Trey’s pastries, hitting up cafes with Cater, or enjoying tea time with Riddle. Whenever she is in her fits of stress, Bouquette accumulates blot quickly which is worrisome for the other residents of Heartslabyul.

--

Background: Growing up, Bouquette had always been surrounded by blooming blossoms. Her parents are the shopkeepers of the local florist, The Queen’s Bouquet. The Queen’s Bouquet has been in her family for many generations. She grew up learning the vast knowledge of florae, focusing mainly on flowers.As a child, her parents expected much out of her. Because of her parents’ ambition for their daughter to succeed in everything, Bouquette was taught violin at a young age by a world-class musician. She excelled in her classes. After a while of taking only violin lessons, she was signed up for ballroom dancing–the dance of nobility–and ballet concurrently with violin. Bouquette continued to excel in everything she did. But, after some time, the stress of doing everything began to take its silent toll. Once the daughter of the de Rosarios was old enough, her talents were recognized, and she was promptly whisked away to Night Raven College. There, she was assigned to Heartslabyul. In her first week, one of her classmates rose to the position of Housewarden. Bouquette signed up for the Light Music Club, the Science Club, and founded the Dance Club in her first year.

--

Abilities and Unique Magic:

From her lifelong education of gardening, Bouquette is very adept at caring for and tending to plants, often looked to for advice by most in the Science Club.

Bouquette’s Unique Magic is called “All in the Golden Afternoon”. Her spell, aided by her knowledge of plant life, allows her to control plants, being able to affect the speed in which a plant grows, blooms, and physical appearance. As of right now, she is only able to affect one plant at a time, but the effect is permanent. “All in the Golden Afternoon” is most effective on flowers. A weaker application of her magic is that she can materialise petals out of thin air. Due to how simple her magic is, Bouquette runs the additional risk of developing blot faster than most.

Incantation: “All the flowers have very extra special powers. May everybody chime in tune. You can learn a lot of things from the flowers. All in the Golden Afternoon.”

--

She is twisted from the singing flowers from Disney’s Alice in Wonderland.

More information will come out in the future~

[katkat030]

yoo

any songs you particularly like? I'm looking for ideas to cover

If you wanted like 5 suggestions apologies but on the plus side you get… many! ✨

ooooo that sounds so exciting!

I’ll give you a whole bunch of my favourites (I listen to a fair variety) so you can see what you jam with more! <- translation: old music incoming lol

Lady by Supertramp

Seven Nation Army by The White Stripes

Fly Me to the Moon (both Frank Sinatra and The Macarons Project’s version are 🔥)

Come Undone by Duran Duran

American Pie by Don McLean

Brazil by Declan McKenna

Do I Wanna Know? by Arctic Monkeys

Africa by Toto

when the party’s over/No Time to Die/lovely/Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish

[observerbrainrot]

the most entrancing use of stereo sound I've ever heard in a vocaloid song. Shit sounds extraterrestrial.

btw i strongly suggest to everyone who isn't familiar with atols already to check out banshoutoppa, dance of reality, don gara shan and (the classic) macaron

also their non voca stuff slaps too

[more-than-a-princess]

"Happy birthday Sonia. Made you some chamomile tea and some biscuits to go with them. Hope you enjoy".

Sonia's Birthday Asks 2023 - Accepting until Monday, October 16!

That was a surprise! Sonia was used to Akira generally not favoring most of the flavors she did, some fruit flavors aside. It was why whenever she was given an assortment of macarons, she made a point to set aside the likes of raspberry, or yuzu, or peach aside for him. So the fact he offered tea and biscuits on her birthday was a welcome change. If anything, it drowned out the strong smell of coffee beans at the coffee and curry shop where he lived and worked, and they could both agree that that was an improvement on the bitter scent, bitter taste, and generally unwelcome presence that came with black coffee. 

"Kurusu-san, thank you," She smiled, inhaling the comforting scent of chamomile before her. "This time of year is always quite busy and stressful. How did you know chamomile was exactly what I needed? And I shall never say no to biscuits." Plum-flavored biscuits aside: those were truly an offense to the senses. Rather how her friend found chocolate: so while she didn't fully understand his distaste for it, she could respect it. Begrudgingly.

If just for the fact that on Halloween, she was an eager receiver of any and all good chocolate Akira managed to collect and, naturally, did not wish to keep. A fact that made her grin between bites of a biscuit, though the mildly sweet taste of the snack also improved her mood. "What are your plans for Halloween this year? Do you plan to don a costume and cause plenty of mischief in the city?" She hadn't yet discerned if he was a horror movie fan like herself, and she couldn't assume he'd spend the holiday as she did: costumes, candy, and her favorite horror icons. Some called them villains. Sonia called them fascinating, and worthy of decorating anything she could with their image. 

[courspatisserie]

Master the Art of Patisserie: Your Guide to Patisserie Courses

Patisserie, the delicate and delectable art of French pastry making, has captured the hearts and taste buds of people worldwide. If you've ever dreamed of creating exquisite pastries like a seasoned pastry chef or simply wish to hone your baking skills, enrolling in a patisserie course can be a delightful and rewarding experience. In this article, we'll explore the world of patisserie courses, covering what they entail, their benefits, and how they can help you become a master pastry chef.

The Essence of Patisserie:

Before we delve into the world of cours de patisserie, it's essential to understand the essence of patisserie itself. Patisserie is a culinary art form that combines precision, creativity, and a deep appreciation for high-quality ingredients. It involves creating a wide array of sweet treats, from delicate macarons and flaky croissants to decadent cakes and intricate chocolate sculptures.

Why Choose a Patisserie Course?

Learn from the Masters: Patisserie courses are typically taught by experienced pastry chefs who have honed their craft over years of practice. This direct mentorship allows you to gain insights, tips, and techniques that you might not find in a cookbook.

Hands-On Experience: These courses are designed to provide hands-on experience, ensuring you understand the techniques and skills required to create perfect pastries. You'll get to work with a variety of ingredients and equipment.

Master the Fundamentals: Patisserie courses start with the basics, teaching you the fundamental techniques of pastry making, such as dough preparation, baking, and decorating. You'll build a solid foundation before moving on to more complex creations.

e traditional techniques are essential, patisserie courses often encourage creativity and innovation. You'll learn to experiment with flavors, textures, and presentation to create unique pastries that reflect your personal style.

Networking Opportunities: Enrolling in a patisserie course can also provide you with opportunities to network within the culinary industry, potentially opening doors to internships or job opportunities in renowned pastry shops and bakeries.

Course Options: Patisserie courses come in various formats, from short workshops to comprehensive diploma programs. Here are some common options:

Basic Patisserie Workshops: These short courses are perfect for beginners who want to grasp the basics of pastry making.

Intermediate and Advanced Courses: Intermediate and advanced courses are designed for those who have some baking experience and want to refine their skills further.

Professional Diploma Programs: If you're serious about pursuing a career in patisserie, consider enrolling in a professional diploma program. These comprehensive courses cover a wide range of pastry techniques and often include internships.

Online Patisserie Courses: With the rise of online learning, many institutions now offer patisserie courses that you can take from the comfort of your home.

Conclusion:

Embarking on a patisserie course is not just about learning to bake; it's a journey of self-discovery, creativity, and gastronomic pleasure. Whether you aspire to become a professional pastry chef or simply want to impress friends and family with your culinary creations, enrolling in a patisserie course is a sweet way to pursue your passion and develop a lifelong skill that will continue to delight both you and those fortunate enough to taste your delectable creations. So, roll up your sleeves, don your chef's hat, and let the sweet adventure begin!