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good morning bakery 🍞🥖
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#artists on tumblr#backgrounds#animated gif#animated illustration#2d animation#digital art#environment art#environment illustration#cozy#myillust#bakery#cottagecore#helloo! i just wanted to share an artwork i managed to finish recently! :D#this was/is actually an old wip i had and i rediscovered it and i still loved the concept so much so i went ahead and completed it!#i actually came up with the name 'good morning bakery' first and the design of the bakery and everything surrounding it was based on the-#-feelings i got at that name!#i suppose it turned out to be cottage-like a little lonely but still chirpy and welcoming :')#i really hope you'll like this! and i hope you're well safe and healthy! sending you much much love!
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Steve’s parents send him on a gap year after high school in hopes that it’ll get him ready to apply to colleges and become a proper adult. They let him choose any of their three vacation homes so he chooses their condo in Paris.
He’s expected to find a job and himself.
The bakery down the block from the condo is owned by two old men who don’t wanna open anymore because they like sleeping in and sipping on their coffee on their balcony. Steve is happy to take over.
Especially when he sees the guy who works at the wine store across the road.
He’s in by 8 every morning, waving to the people coming in and out of the bookshop next to him and the bike repair shop next to them. His smile is contagious, and Steve often finds himself completely distracted by it even if he’s helping customers.
His long hair is always down when he gets there, but by the time Steve sees him leave in the afternoon, it’s pulled up and he has a sweaty sheen across his skin.
Steve decides to visit on his day off, maybe grab a bottle of wine even though he hates every wine he’s ever had to sip on at family functions.
But the man isn’t there when he stops by, or at least not at the counter. An older man is there, wrapping a bottle in paper for a customer who seems like they visit often.
It’s a small store, no bigger than the bakery, so it’s not like the guy could be hiding somewhere.
“Looking for something?” The older man asks as he walks around the counter towards Steve with a smile.
“Oh. Um.”
“You’re lookin’ for Ed right?” The old man’s smile turned into a smirk. “Ed! Customer!”
The man Steve had been seeing every morning and afternoon was suddenly rushing from the back of the store, clipboard in hand, hair sticking to his neck and forehead.
“Hi! What can I help you with?”
Steve could think of quite a few things he could help him with, but it probably wasn’t appropriate to say in front of someone else in his place of work.
“Sorry. Do you need me to speak French?” The man, Ed, asked in flawless French.
“No,” Steve assured. “I work in the bakery across the street. Just wanted to come by and say hi.”
Ed’s brows furrowed as he turned to the older guy who was already back at the counter trying to look busy.
“Does David need a bottle for something? He usually has Wayne pick his pairings.”
Steve shook his head. “No, not that I know of. I’ve just…um. Well, this is actually weirder now that I’m here. So I think I’ll go. Sorry to waste your time!”
Steve turned to go, but a hand grabbed his arm, tugging him back.
“Are you always this awkward?” Ed asked. Steve looked up from his feet to see him smiling. “It’s kind of cute.”
“Steve.”
“Steve. How about you come taste our sample bottle for the day? Maybe it’ll take the edge off,” Eddie offered, gesturing towards a side table that had an open bottle of wine and small sample glasses. “You like rosé?”
“I don’t really know.”
“Then let’s find out.”
Turns out Steve didn’t mind rosé that much, but maybe that was the company. The flavor was a bit less bitter than he was used to, going down much smoother without leaving a burning sensation on his tongue.
And later, after Eddie had talked to him for nearly an hour about himself and the store and his uncle who took him in and worked for him, Steve leaned in and got a taste of the rosé on Eddie’s tongue.
Steve decided he liked wine more than he thought.
#literally my notes app said just post this dumb bitch#that’s what it said to me#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#this is as developed as it will ever be#no I’m not gonna explain how Eddie got to fuckin Paris with Wayne#close your eyes and use your imagination#any explanation is fine with me#Steve doesn’t go to college because the two old men give him the bakery
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People who say that Prince Gumball is better than Princess Bubblegum are the most boring bitches in the planet because their reasoning is always “he’s a better person”. I hope he bakes someone into a pie next season of Fionna and Cake
#text#adventure time#they need to let him shine more……I refuse that the cutesy bakery boy thing is all he got. prince gumball atrocities now
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okay i GOTTA ask- is noel polish???? my guy knows what babka is and I'm not sure if that's just from general exposure to some good polish delis in new york or if he was raised on that stuff (and if he was...... i would absolutely LOVE to know his thoughts on pierogi and sauerkraut)
Love how Noel is turning into the food guy, he knows how to cook and he has god tier taste in food
#you know he’s got a favorite polish-jewish deli he frequents in New York#DEFINITELY has some in Arkham he would take Roland to often#he likes to take the boyfriends out on the town trying different restaurants and cafes and delis and bakeries#opening up Arthur’s poor English mind to the beauty of Polish cuisine#and Jewish and Italian and Egyptian and any other kind that catches his taste buds#bros crazy#ask#arthur lester and his three boyfriends
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MARCUS & LUCA | THE BEAR SEASON TWO
#thebearedit#the bear fx#the bear hulu#the bear#the bear season 2#the bear s2#will poulter#lionel boyce#marcus the bear#luca the bear#i see the vision y'all#imma need luca to come back in s3 so you can take his new bf on a date#like can we talk about that first gif#luca had such a bright smile after marcus teased himmmmmm#omgggggg#and look how happy marcus looked when he got that letter from luca! MY PRECIOUS BABY#and look at that look luca gives marcus in the second gif like HELLOOOOOOOO!#and luca mimicking the operation game sounds after marcus brings it up T_T my silly goofy boys deserve each other!#chef boyfriends#bakery boyfriends#i need a ship name!
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I imagine their banter and bickering in the process of killing someone would deal greater psychological damage than the torturing itself
#scream 1996#stuilly#billy loomis#stu macher#billy loomis x stu matcher#scream fanart#latenightsundayblues art tag#i made this to chill out a bit bc today was NOT my day bestie#a lot of shit happened and i already wanted the day to be over by 10 am#and i decided to pass by my favorite little bakery that a nice lady i talk to sometimes owns so i could get some honey bread#guess what.#its fucking closed. FOREVER.#its actually so over for me#i dont know how many more “fuck it we ball”s i got left#girl help im running out of “it is what it is”s
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18th april '24 — london
this was such a special trip for me. my first time travelling entirely on my own, discovering and falling in love with a city. i've been to london a few times growing up, but i've never had the chance to really explore and live in it until now. forever an experience i'll cherish <3
#shoutout to arôme bakery for keeping me FED. i've been dreaming of that chocolate almond croissant every day since having it#this experience was so bittersweet because i had my oxford interview (and got accepted) only to have to reject them because i realise i#dont have the funds to relocate to london/oxford rn (many tears have been shed lmao)#regardless this trip to london was such a memorable and special experience for me🥹#photo diaries#photo diary#london#road trip#holiday#vacation#literature aesthetics#books#book#bookish#bookblr#bookworm#bookstagram#dark academia#booklover#daunt books#books and libraries#cafe#aesthetic#bakery#lana del rey vinyl#studyblr#study space#study hard#life update#city life
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Sam but he has to shimmy and jump a little into his jeans because of all that junk in the trunk he carries around.
#redacted audios#redacted fandom#redactedverse#redacted sam#simplytalks#I refuse to believe that he DOESN'T need to jump a little to get pants on because of that whole bakery he's got back there#Please I need more Sam content I want that vampire cowboy so bad
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(as always, no obligation, but if you wanna do something for my birthday, my kofi is in the pinned post, or I will always gladly accept kirby drawings <3 )
#kirby#daily kirby#my art#digital#hal laboratory#nintendo#we went to the used book store and got a bunch of dvds#and got cute pastries from the fancy bakery#and got fancy dumplings#I'm basically gonna get a second birthday when my wife visits in a couple weeks too lol#(I also got presents to unwrap again -u- )
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The bakery is a front....right? PART 4
Dedicated to @foxy-tea. Thank you for your lovely words!
Danny didn't want to do it, but he had to admit that his mating season peak had arrived and could not work in that condition. It wasn't that Danny was like a cat in heat, wanting to engage in intercourse all the time.
No, his body craved a life partner and a child to smother in fierce paternal love. It was a bit worse if you asked him. If he just manwhore his way through the city over three months, well, they would just whisper about how easy he was.
A bit embarrassing but not uncommon for someone with Danny's good looks.
Instead, his mating season made him a would-be kidnapper.
He had to physically slam a hot pot of coffee on his hand a week ago when a customer had walked in with a baby, and Phantom had tried to leap over the counter to take the babbling bundle of joy as his own.
Not to mention how Phantom reacted to some of his youngest delivery employees. He hadn't realized he was mumbling "Mine. mine. mine. mine. mine" while approaching Manolo for his latest delivery until Peter had stepped into his path with the dirtiest glare Danny had ever seen.
The punch to his throat hadn't knocked the wind out of him- since Phantom had stopped his breathing three days prior - but it was enough to get Danny out of the daydreams of tucking Manolo into bed after a cup of tea and a bedtime story.
We could teach him to bake. We can teach him to ride a bike. We can sit through all his school performances, no matter how bad they are. We could be his dad. Phantom had cried as Manolo had thrown himself between Peter and Danny, his little arms spread wide to protect him. Let me have the child! Manolo is mine! He's mine to love, mine to protect!
Danny had never had such trouble getting Phantom to settle.
In seconds, Peter was quickly surrounded by Andres' friends and the rest of Danny's staff. He had taken a fighter position, looking around like an animal about to maul its victims while Danny wrestled with himself to get control.
He and Phantom are not two separate personalities fighting for control but one person with conflicting instincts.
One of a human's most basic instincts is self-preservation. A ghost's most basic instinct is self-fulfillment.
Danny did not want things to become a free-for-all where someone could get hurt. Phantom tried to fight them all to claim the kids under his protection.
Thankfully, everything was deescalated by Jazz's timely arrival. Danny couldn't really remember what she had done (too busy struggling to hold himself as a human and not go ghost to become the most excellent dad to ever dad). Still, if there was one gift Jazz had, it was being able to reason with spirits about their obsessions.
If she could convince beings whose entire existence depended on being stubborn about a particular subject, she could persuade humans of anything.
Peter had been allowed to leave with no injuries, and even two days paid off, while the rest had realized that the man had just acted out of PTSD due to what Jazz called "projecting trauma in safe settings."
There were a lot of people in this area that understood what PTSD episodes did to them and had not faulted Petter. Manolo even gave Peter a small crocheted fox to help him overcome the fear.
(Danny had given the small fox plushy to Manolo when the kid first arrived at his bakery, proclaiming it had a protective spell to keep fear away. He had yet to be aware the boy carried around with him.)
Jazz had then taken Danny to his apartment, where she had placed him in quarantine. She had been informed by Frost Bite during their bi-weekly mentor/protegee meetings- Jazz was studying under the Yeti in Ghost Psychology- that Danny's Peak had arrived. Danny would jack up his "I need to be a dad" and "I need to be a husband" urges to Fruitloop levels.
Danny would try to force someone into that role if he was around humans or ghosts, even if it was against their will. Ugh, he would be a Vlad 2.0 for a full two weeks!
He could not risk himself around others. So with a heavy heart, he informed his employees he would be stepping away for a two-week long vacation and had made it seem like he left on a plane to visit Jazz overseas.
His staff would take care of the bakery for him, but it saddened Danny he could not be there to help with things. He then sealed off all entries to his apartment and informed the residents of the Ghost zone he was in, "Mating Peak retreat," so no one would bother him past a few already mated servants of the Ghost King.
They would bring him supplies and requests through a no-contact portal once he ordered them through a magical catalog. It was like online shopping for ghosts.
Danny now had to wait two weeks for this to finally go away, and he could go about his ordinary daily life of being perfectly dead and alive. Until it happened again the following year.
Elli told him to be grateful it was only a yearly thing, not a monthly deal. He shuddered at the mere thought of experiencing this every month.
Done! Phantom cheers snapping Danny back to reality. In his hands are a pair of freshly crocheted booties. He hadn't even been aware he was making them.
They look great, Danny tells Phantom, turning them in his hands to smile at the giant sunflowers on each side. A button was used as the center of the flowers, and Phantom even included a few lace designs around them to look like leaf vines.
They are based on the park's flowers.
The park?
Yes, the park where you promised to take me today! Phantom goes from calmly talking to screaming, and Danny winces.
You know I can't go outside. You'll just try to steal a child from the park.
I would never forget to also steal a wife or husband!
Danny sighs, rubbing his face knowing he was telling himself that forgetting a spouse was worse than the idea of kidnapping people. He places the booties on top of an ever-growing pile. Since his quarantine has begun, Danny has made about two hundred pairs of various styles, sizes, and colors.
Danny looks around at the piles and piles of other of his crocheting projects. He's got sweaters, scarves, gloves, socks, hats, beanies, and even blazers for various genders, ages, and styles meant to help with the coldest winter. He could adequately dress his whole street and still have some left over.
All prepared for his nonexisting family.
He has been making them at the same speed he can fly, i.e., 200 mph. He's made some yarn dealers in the zone extremely wealthy. He can't help it, though. Danny has frozen every inch of his apartment too far too cold levels for an average human without proper wear.
He's been working fast because his human mind knew that the cold was terrible for his lover and children, so it wanted to keep them nice and warm. While his ghost side added layers of snow to the floor and ice to the walls, he even made decorative ice sculptures that he desperately reorganized again and again to find the perfect balance of the cold. Only his electronics were not frozen over, so even his furniture had layers of ice- some with designs to make them look fancier.
He's also cooked up a storm in preparation for feeding his family. Only to realize a spouse and kids were not coming, thus forcing him to donate his meals to the ghost delivery people. They were ever so happy to have five-course meals shoved at them just for bringing the king more yarn.
Danny throws himself face-first into the pile of snow from his couch, allowing the softness to cushion his fall. There is a terrible itch under the skin. It's begging him to leave to find someone to kiss and worship. Unwillingly, Alvin's face appears in his mind before he turns over and stares at his ceiling. He's made all the constellations into small carvings on the ice. I can't go outside. I can watch another movie or make more bagels instead.
Watching another romance movie won't bring me a mate! Phantom hisses.
I know but-
Suddenly Danny senses flair as someone crosses over his wards. Sitting up in alarm, Danny makes a break for his room as even more people join the first and break into his guest room through a window. Not that he can't take whoever they are, but if he comes face to face with them-well, Danny thinks he may keep them.
That's not something he's willing to risk.
Phantom is already throwing out some severe pheromones that would likely infatuate them to Danny, babbling about this being their chance. Four adults- spouses!- and a child- a son or daughter!- have entered their main haunt. They had to give them food and warm clothes and cuddle them until they never left!
No!
He can't force them to stay!
He had to make them stay even if it meant chaining them!
No, they would be miserable!
Phantom could make them happy forever!
The effort to stay in his human control took so much effort Danny started to aggressively twitch as he fumbled with the hidden room in the back of an old wardrobe. He's breathing heavily, trying to get his blurry vision to focus so he can open the darn thing and get in. Finally, it does, and Danny just barely closes it when a figure bursts through the door.
He watches through a small crack as the figure carefully looks over his frozen domain. It's one of the vigilantes. Red Robin.
What is he doing here?
The man walks into his room, leaving behind disruptive snow that goes up his ankles.
Thank the Ancients, his footprints do not appear in his own snow. Otherwise, a perfect trail would lead the hero straight to him. Instead, he watches with a hand over his mouth as Red Robin carefully searches his room.
Danny cuts off his need to breathe as the sound would give him away. Still, he's twitching so much that he's practically shaking as the hero carefully breaks the ice over his drawers and pulls out his clothes in quick, careful movements.
Go away. Go away. Go away. Danny thinks desperately. He should have tried calling someone. Jazz. Ellie. Even his parents or Vlad!
None of them would cause his instincts to want to force them to play house- though he would likely still try to imprison them since he would like to protect them non the less.
But they could at least do something and get the poor vigilante somewhere safe!
Never leave. Never leave. Never leave. Phantom purrs, and oh no, an intense burst of pheromones is sent through the room. Red Robin freezes; from what little Danny can see of his face, it's flushed red, and gosh, he wants to smother that man in so much love-
"Guys, I think I came in contact with the drug," Red Robin pants after pressing his hand to his ear. "I don't know how, but I am definitely feeling something. Think it's airborne, but not sure."
He doesn't finish his sentence before Redhood and Nightwing are suddenly in his room. Nightwing has a gas mask over his face while Red Hood swings a gun around the room, looking for a target.
Danny almost whines at the gentle way Nightwing helps Red Robin into a sitting position. He's looking him over with such loving protection that he- that Danny- Phantom wants him- wants a husband-!
"Shit," Red Hood hisses, body pushing back as if some strong wind had hit him. "Yeah, it's definitely in this room. Felt a bit of it, even with my built-in filters. Wing?"
"Did the room get colder?" Nightwing asks as he helps Red Robbin to his feet. The other man seems to be feeling better with his gas mask, but he must still be effect by Phantom's pheromones.
"The wardrobe." Red Robin gasps, pointing unknowingly right at Danny. "The ice around it is getting bigger. And...it's leaking."
What? Danny looks down only to see in horror a knocked-over jar of fresh ectoplasm. He hadn't even been aware he had broken the thing when he crawled here.
The jars were the ones that he gathered with Jazz and Ellie after a three-day foraging trip. All ghosts were made of Ecoplasim, but just like you couldn't stick blood into someone without being comparable, you couldn't use any random ectoplasm for other people- humans or ghosts.
It had to be some of the purest natural kind, not linked to any type of beings, like a river of ectoplasm or the frozen pillars in the farthest parts of the Far Frozen. Giving someone ectoplasm from one's body could taint them in the donator's obsession.
Yes, Danny could make more people protective of each other, but it would likely cause them to be Fruitloop-level protective. They just didn't have the filter like he did to not go mad.
That pure kind was now leaking out of his hiding place and into the white snow of his main lair.
Danny only has a second to panic before the door is wrenched open, and he falls into a stunned Red Robin.
He goes limp from the shock as Phantom purrs, settling in his mind now that he's pressed against a possible mate. Like Danny said, it's not intercourse his ghost side is after, it's close contact, and this is enough to satisfy it.
"Shit, it's Danny. He-he's not breathing, and he's ice cold. I think he's de-dead." Red Robin says in what sounds like tears.
No. My husband is sad. Danny and Phantom think, a terrible pulse of pain bursting across his chest. He can't get his body to move to offer comfort, though. It's been a whole week since he last saw someone in person, and this is so nice. Why did he ever fight this instinct? It felt so good to give in.
He could stay in Red Robin's arms forever.
Red Robin was never going to see the clear sky again. He was never leaving this apartment.
"I found something," Red Hood's voice is behind him. "It looks like it is Lazarus' water, but it's clearer. I think this is our drug. Danny must have ODed."
"No! He can't- we have to do something!" Red Robin cries, and Danny slumps further against him like a broken doll. He's not blinking. Blinking is for humans. Danny isn't a human.
His unfocused eyes stare at wherever Red Robin has him positioned to look.
"There is nothing we can do, Red Robin," A new voice says though not unkindly. Phantom doesn't turn his head but can see Batman walk up behind Red Robin, wearing his gas mask. He places his hand on the trembling vigilante. "You need to put him down."
"No!" Phantom purs as the arms around his shoulders bring them closer to his husband's body.
"It's too late for him, Drake. We can only honor his death."
That....that was a voice of a child. A child is in his main haunt.
Phantom wails in joy.
He gets out of his husband's arms, leaping over Batman, and his arms are around a boy in red, green, and yellow. Phantom smothers his face against the hood covering the boy's head, and short sobs rank his body. "My baby! You're my baby!"
"Unhand me!" His little grunts slamming a knife into Phantom's side, but that doesn't matter because Phantom has his son and his husband in his nest.
A bullet harmlessly passes through his forehead after a loud bang, creating a hole in Phantom's wall. He'll take care of that after he smothers his baby in cuddles.
Nightwing swings a baton at Phantom, but that, too, passes through his body without harm.
"Shit! Danny put him down!"
Huh, was that Sam?
"Danny, I mean it. Drop him!"
Oh, Tucker too!
"Daniel Fenton, you let that boy go right now!" Jazz sounded upset. Maybe she should hold his baby. "Are you listening to me?"
"Danny is not here right now." He hears his body say.
"Ohhhhh. That's not good. Okay, Danny time for a nap!" Ellie flies into his face, her hand glowing green and he has a moment to gasp at the betrayal before she blasts him.
He drops, knowing no more.
(Part 1), (Part 2), (Part 3), (Part 5)
#dc x dp crossover#the bakery is a front!...right?#Part 4#Danny's mating stage reaches it's peak#Phantom and Danny's perfect balance was disrupted.#Team Phantom got a notification that someone broke the wards#Danny is nesting#The bats shouldn't have broken in#Hope you like!
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my piece for this years @galasynth!! 🧹🥖✨
#does anyone know who cocorobo is.......... my friend cocorobo the silly roomba vocaloid that got cancelled#galasynth 2024#galasynth#meowart#vocaloid#utau#synthv#synthesizer v#cocorobo#kasane teto#i had this idea since the last years galasynth wrapped up!! cocorobo as a roomba witch is too good#the thought process was likee. roomba witch -> ok roombas clean things. like a maid. -> maid in a bakery with teto bc bread#it was a tossup between teto and momone momo but teto can have her chimera horns to go with cocorobo being a witch#-> tried to make the maid thing work but it didnt come out in a way i liked -> why would a witch have a roomba anyway#-> strange blend of steampunk and fantasy. im quite happy with it though ^_^!!
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yet another copia ass doodle say thank you to the twt user who inspired this
#the band ghost#ghost bc#ghost#ghost band#ghost the band#papa copia#copia#cardinal copia ghost#cardinal popia#all dat ass#bro got the whole bakery
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who we really are
#trigun#vash#vash the stampede#wolfwood#nicholas d. wolfwood#Agtavious Art#ermm so this has been sitting in my files for a while#a whole ramble incoming!! cant go one post without rambles in tags somewhat related to drawing LMAO#brain has been going thru the horrors if none of this makes sense#well.#been getting a lot of coins cause I buy bread from the bakery after classes#they always end in .25 or .50 cents so I have a LOOOOOOT of change#and well wouldnt u know it what else has coins#went back to like ch. 64 and this drawing crawled out of my brain#me when he knows he knows that he knows that he knows 😨#just thought about how#wolfwood kinda got things off his chest in a way#and vash didnt#IF THAT MAKES SENSE#i saw the coin as smth for vash too???#they both knew smth was up with the other in some way but ww said it so like#srry if i sound crazy 💀#thinking is hard classes deep fried my brain 20 times#ive been getting posting shyness toooo uuurarrrghhh 😪#also#anyone know how to save drawings so the quality isnt shit?#idk what im doing wrong but it always looks blurry for me#tried changing res and canvas size but nothing works qwq
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timelapse ^_^
#a doodley#furry#furry art#anthro#timelapse#i got sum nice sweaters at thrift store today + a rly good cookie from the bakery#it tastes jst like the strawberry one frm great american cookies!!!#i rlly hope they still have some if i go back tomorrow...its seasonal valentines cookey#and also its gonna be getting colder so we are gonna have pan dulce shortages LOL
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Hey thank you @inkydoughnut for tagging me in that last line challenge
I am a bit in a writing and drawing slump but i made this so i guess this is the closest thing to a last line i have
Its the head of a pie themed sun doll inspired by @oobbbear s cool bakery au!
I dont really feel like tagging anyone tho sorry
#fnaf sun#sundrop#dca#daycare attendant#my art#my crafts#?#i will try to go in qith paint a bit but first i gotta make his body#just doing this without a plan#got real depressed then got real high and juat started making this lad#i mean its not actually bakery au but i just like the idea so much
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Long Day at School
Daddy! Peeta makes my heart melt. Figured everyone needed some of him to withstand the winter.
#dad bod! Peeta does things to me that I can’t explain on tumblr sorry#bc you can’t tell me after 20 years he doesn’t look like a dad#he’s in his 40s let him eat cheese buns and complain about his back hurting#and I just know the toast babies would hang on him and want to be held constantly#he’d want to hold them constantly#que walking into the bakery and he’s got both kids on his hips and he asks how he can help you#but my personal little heacannon for this pic#the school and bakery aren’t too far apart so he picks up the kids if Katniss can’t (she’s hunting#and he picks them up after letting them play with their friends for a few minutes#in this pic toastbaby girl is probably 5ish and toastbaby boy is a baby so he wouldn’t be in school yet#I headcannon the siblings are 3ish years apart#but Peeta picks up his little girl from school and she’s not chattering about her day like usual#she falls asleep on his shoulder before they even leave town#her name is Willow#but he calls her so many endearing names#buggiebite#the hunger games#katniss everdeen#everlark#fanart#peeta mellark#thg#katniss everdeen fanart#district 12#katniss mellark#katniss and peeta#toastbaby girl#toastbaby
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