#blueberry scones with a lemon glaze

[starchaserdreams]

You know how in school teachers tell you to cite primary sources in your essays to connect them to real world works and keep your papers engaging?

Well I do that but for journaling. There's a lot of "here's an email I sent to my mom about my attempt to bake scones" or "here's a text exchange with Laura about my trip" or even "here's a stupid Tumblr post that I'm proud of."

Primary sources. But from my life.

It's almost like scrapbooking, only in a word doc with no pictures.

[emy-can-craft]

Lemon-Blueberry Scones with Blueberry Glaze Make ultra-light, tender, lemon-blueberry scones with this simple technique that incorporates Greek yogurt for texture, plus cardamom and whole wheat flour for awesome flavor!

[heirofnight]

blueberry scones & lemon squares

pairing: azriel x reader

word count: 1.4k

summary: azriel spends his morning reflecting on various places he's lived throughout his lifetime. his thoughts quickly reroute back to you, his true home, and he reminisces on how you both met.

a/n: another drabble / stream of consciousness that took on a mind of its own. i really enjoy these! i only skimmed over this once, so it's lightly edited. sorry for any other mistakes i may have missed. this one made my chest hurt though - in a good way.

home.

az had resided many places during the course of his lifetime. but, as the years progressed, he'd come to realize that home was not solely determined by a physical structure with four walls - not just a place to lay his head and wings after a long, grueling day, or after returning from missions with bloodied hands and a dagger in need of sharpening. no, azriel's true home was always marked by wherever his brothers were. and now, wherever you were too.

the house of wind. another home of his.

azriel stood atop the balcony connected to his chambers. it was early dawn, the sun just beginning to rise into the morning sky. misty clouds carried on a breeze idled by, so close, az truly thought he could reach out and grab a piece of one for himself. if he squinted hard enough, really focused, he could make out the city of velaris and the sidra river, glowing like melted sapphire, far below him. could see the smoke of chimneys rising to meet the clouds as the city and its patrons began stirring for the day.

he stretched his large, membranous wings outward, letting the sunlight bathe them in warmth. his breath escaped him as visible white puffs, the autumn chill inescapable at the high altitude.

az regarded himself as a self-reflective male. his mind never stopped, and unfortunately, he was not ever able to fully escape it. this morning, he lazily cycled through thoughts regarding the places he'd called home. his early childhood, with his father and step-mother. never a home, he'd thought, leaving that memory behind as swiftly as it'd presented itself. windhaven, where he'd been dumped at eleven years old. his lips quirked up as he recounted his first memories of cassian and rhysand. the way in which they'd quickly become brothers. rhys' mother taking him in - the cabin where so many memories were made. a home.

he took flight now, shooting directly into the blazing sky. puffs of clouds caressed his arms and wings as he ascended right through them, a tickling sensation that he'd never tire of. now, he thought of you as he inhaled deep breaths of fresh, crisp morning air.

the way you both met. your father owned a bookstore right in the middle of the rainbow in velaris. an older business that was well-known and well-loved within the city. it had been destroyed during hybern's attack, and when it was rebuilt - a task that you'd had to heavily convince your aging father of - you'd added on a bakery to the renovated structure. one half was now a quaint pastry kitchen, designed with small café tables that extended onto the boardwalk overlooking the sidra, swirling gold motifs atop white marble, and glass display cases full of baked goods that you'd hand-make each morning. the other half was reminiscent of your father's original bookstore, and while he was still involved, you'd opted to largely take over the business so that he could rest and enjoy the fruits of his labor from afar. this was the first storefront of its kind in velaris, and everyone was smitten. including feyre and nesta.

feyre was absolutely infatuated with your glazed blueberry scones. on several occasions, you'd arrived at the bakery hours before opening to fulfill large-batch orders of them for various events that she'd ask you to cater throughout the city.

nesta, on the other hand, adored the attached bookstore. several times a week, she'd meander through shelves of first edition texts while feyre and rhysand browsed your daily selection of baked goods. nesta would always purchase stacks of books, as many as she could bare to hold within her arms. sometimes, if the group would opt to hang around for breakfast, you'd catch her flipping through her recent purchase, carefully cradling a scone in her other hand.

feyre had given az the task of picking up another large order from your bakery the day that you both met for the first time. azriel began to recall that day as he flew higher into the skies, his heart swelling at the memory.

"six boxes of glazed blueberry scones," his high lady had told him. "and if she has any fresh lemon squares, please pick one up for rhys. he becomes an insufferable baby whenever i return without anything for him." az had huffed out a laugh in response, nodding once to affirm he'd handle the task presented.

he made his way down the boardwalk to the front of your shop, making a mental note of how nicely the renovations had come along since that awful attack on the city. pushing the door open, a small bell tinkled above the doorway that his tall frame had to slightly crouch through. you'd appeared from the back almost immediately, flour dusted along your nose. you wiped your hands on a small towel, looking up at him to offer this beaming smile. a smile that he remembered, even now, being absolutely winded by. "hi!," you'd greeted happily. "you're here for feyre's order, right?," you'd moved towards a nicely-wrapped stack of six pastry boxes, sliding them along the counter for him to grab.

he briefly remembered reminding himself that he was meant to actually move forward. 'grab the boxes, grab the lemon square, and leave,' he thought to himself, feeling absolutely ridiculous for floundering in the presence of such a warm, pleasant female. he'd nodded towards you, approaching the counter. he'd had to tuck his wings in tight against him to comfortably fit within the spread of café tables. once reaching you, he'd cleared his throat before speaking.

"a lemon square too, please, if you have one," his voice steady despite the way his chest felt. you let out a precious, tinkling laugh. "ah, must be for the high lord. feyre's told me of his outbursts if she forgets to include them in her orders.", you shook your head affectionately, clearly quite fond of his family. he huffed out a quiet laugh, perusing over the rest of the goods within your pastry case as you packaged up rhys' lemon square.

he wasn't sure back then what compelled him to utter his next words, although now, years later, he knew. you were magnetic, and he would have done anything to see that beaming smile again and again and again. which is why he proceeded to point at the pastry case and ask for one of everything else within it.

you'd paused, eyes widening slightly at the request. "also for the high lord?," you'd breathed out, purely stunned. the corners of his lips had quirked upward then, your adorable expression hitting him right in the chest. "no, for me.", he'd stated matter-of-factly. you'd graced him then with one of those face-splitting smiles, dimples sweeping across your cheeks in its wake. he was a goner then, and he knew it.

after carefully packing up the rest of his order - which was now so large, he had no idea how he'd manage to fly back up to the house of wind cradling all of these boxes - you'd slid them across the counter to him.

he'd reached out to grab them, and that's when you took note of his beautiful, scarred hands. your gaze snagged on them, and he noticed immediately. his heart sank, a breath lodged in his throat. surely, he thought, this was the swift and brutal end to something that could have been between the both of you.

instead, you hummed quietly, unabashedly meeting his gaze. your next words came out quietly, almost a whisper - a hint of awe woven into the statement that azriel would absolutely never forget in this lifetime or the next: "you must be very brave."

no, it was then that azriel knew he was a goner. and that was it. he'd vowed at that very moment to do whatever he had to do in order to know you, love you. and you had made it so easy for him to do so.

azriel smiled at the memory, smiled at the fact that while he'd spent his morning reflecting on places that he had lived and called home throughout his lifetime, that you had flooded his mind - guided him back to all thoughts of you.

of course you had. you were his home, after all. a living, breathing representation of love so pure. he'd never once questioned it, he'd never felt something so sure. your love had healed him of so many things, things that you weren't even aware of.

and he knew, that if love were enough, all of his physical scars would be washed away too.

a/n: hi thank u for reading! honestly no idea what this is or where it came from, but i do know that i'm PMSing and writing it almost made me cry lmao. i'm such a sucker. anyway pls let me know if you enjoyed this drabble!

[heyitsspiders]

Lucifer x Transmasc! Reader -Falling for the Fallen Angel - Chapter 9

Upsetting Thoughts

Lucifer is missing from your normal routine and you figure out why.

a/n: AHHHHHHH THIS WASN'T SUPPOSED TO TAKE FOREVER i've just been really busy with things and also scrolling through tumblr and i didn't have the constant motivation needed to write everything quickly anyways, enjoy!

After that day the two of you began practicing everyday. You’d get up, get ready, join Lucifer in the kitchen, make breakfast and then the two of you would go to the roof and fly. Well, Lucifer would fly and you’d thrash around in the sky as graceful as a plastic bag in the wind. 

Look, flying was hard.

However, when you walked through the dining room and opened the kitchen doors you were surprised to see no one there. It was empty. No bright yellow eyes rummaging through the kitchen, no smile greeting you as you walked in. A frown tugged your corners of your mouth down. You quite enjoyed the morning routine the two of you had started. You sighed, maybe he wanted to sleep in today.

This morning you were making lemon blueberry scones, yogurt parfait and french toast. You couldn’t help but have a sadden expression on your face as you got ready, you missed having Lucifer’s arms around you as he pressed soft kisses against you. You shook your head. 

You had a job to do. As much as you loved Lucifer, breakfast wasn’t going to make itself. You’d check up on him afterwards but for now, you started with the french toast. You opened your mouth to ask Lucifer if he could grab the milk and egg needed but then closed it. 

Right.

He wasn’t here.

Your frown deepened as you continued, grabbing a loaf of bread, ground cinnamon, vanilla extract, an egg and milk. You took out the measuring utensils and began measuring out everything into its proper amounts. You couldn’t help it as your mind kept returning back to Lucifer. It reminded you a lot of the day after he kissed you, except this time you weren’t distracted by the glee and excitement of a kiss, instead it was replaced by the pure and overwhelming feeling of worry.

You were on autopilot as you set the first few bread slices dipped in the egg mixture on the skillet. You watched them cook with glazed over eyes. You were almost completely lost in your mind, anxiety eating at your insides.

If you're being honest, you don’t really remember anything about making breakfast, all of it was a blur. You faintly remember working the floured dough on the counters and scooping yogurt and fruit into clear cups. It was honestly a miracle nothing was burned. You hoped, at least. 

As you grabbed the plates of french toast and scones you realized how the plates wobbled. There wasn’t an Earthquake – or, Hellquake? – as far as you knew, why were they shaking so badly? You looked a little lower.

Oh. 

Right, of course. 

It was just your hands – how long had you been shaking this hard? You took a few deep breaths and tried to still your trembling hands. It worked, a little bit. It’d have to do for now as you continued to the dining room. You set the plates of food at the center of the table before starting your multi-trip venture of bringing all the yogurt parfait over. You placed a cup in front of each chair, as well as plates, utensils and napkins.

You sighed as the table was set, everything in its rightful place. Alright, time to get everyone in here. Your shaky hands tugged open the dining room doors and called out.

“Breakfast’s done!” You shouted. You usually said it in a more sing-songy tone but you weren’t feeling it today.

You were quiet as you leaned against the wall, silently observing the other residents sit down and chatter amongst each other in between bites of the food in front of them. Luckily, no one complained about the food tasting bad or being under/over cooked. So at least you had that going for you. 

It took everything in you to not run up all the stairs in the hotel and burst into Lucifer’s room, but it’d be rude to leave. Plus, what if it really was just as simple as him wanting to sleep in and you rush in and wake him up? What if he gets mad at you?

That thought made you swallow hard. Maybe you should leave him alone? You weren’t sure. He was the King of Hell, he could handle himself – however he was also your lover, boyfriend if you will. Surely he’ll understand if you go check on him.

Though, he never really opened up to you. Occasionally you’d catch him lost in his thoughts with a sad look in his eyes and when you ask him about it he’d just smile and tell you it's nothing. You never pushed him for more information, he’d tell you when he felt comfortable, but it didn’t stop the anxiety from growing inside you. 

One time after Lucifer had looked particularly upset you had caved and asked Charlie if she knew what might be up. However she didn’t know, confirming he didn’t open up in general. The look on her pale face showed she also had a deep concern for her father and you had the feeling she had tried to get him to open up to her multiple times – and as far as you knew that only worked on the first day he was at the hotel. You thanked her anyway and told her you’d figure it out and she relaxed a little bit at the idea of someone helping her dad. 

You were snapped out of your thoughts by someone talking to you, “Hey, bat boy.”

You turned your head to the voice, your eyes settling on Angel Dust, who had a lemon blueberry scone in one of his many hands, “Yeah?”

“You good? You look like you’re really thinkin’,'' a smirk spread across his lips. “You thinkin’ about fu-”

Your face brightened and you shook your hands back and forth as if to wave away his words, “No- nope, no- stop that sentence right there.”

Angel raised an eyebrow, his smile widening. “What? I was just going to ask an innocent question!”

You gave him a look, “Yeah, okay.” 

Charlie coughed awkwardly, a nervous smile on her face, “Uhm, anyways. Angel has a point.”

“What?” Your head sharply turned to her, a look of confusion and surprise written clearly on your face.

Her eyes widened and she put up her hands, “Not like that! I just meant that you’ve seemed really sucked into your mind.” She explained frantically.

Angel laughed after swallowing another bite of a scone, “I don't know, I think I was pretty spot on!”

You glared at him before you sighed, shoulder slumping, “Just been thinking is all-” Angel opened his mouth “- about where Lucifer is.” You said the last part through gritted teeth as you stared at the spider demon. His mouth closed with a frown.

Charlie looked at you with a reassuring smile, “Ah, he’s probably sleeping in. He was helping me with a few things last night.”

You sighed with relief. Maybe you were overthinking this and just needed to let the poor king rest. You nodded to yourself. Yeah, maybe he just wanted some time to himself. You’d check up on him before dinner instead. 

The rest of breakfast went by smoothly and once everyone had walked out the doors you reached for the empty, dirty plates that littered the table. You made a neat stack of plates, setting the various empty cups on top and the used utensils inside of those. You held the unstable tower with both hands and walked backwards into the kitchen doors, using your back to push them open. You squeezed through the crack you had created before heaving the heavy stack onto the counter next to the sink.

You began to mindless clean the numerous dishes as you missed how easily this task was usually whisked away by Lucifer. Everything reminded you of him, including the warmth of the water that lapped at your hands as you scrubbed the dishes that made you wish that it was instead Lucifer holding you. His warmth was addicting, in both his body heat and the way he talked as if he was a drug that you could never get enough of. You used your wrists to rub your eyes as your hands were currently soaking wet and you didn’t feel like wiping them dry. You could feel your fingertips become wrinkly underwater and grimaced. Not your favorite feeling.

There was still a sinking hole in your stomach as you finished up, setting the last cup in the cupboard and closing the door. Your wings flexed and folded repeatedly in a self-soothing manner as you lazily pulled the kitchen then dining room doors open, slipping out and into the hallway. You retreated back into your thoughts as you mindlessly walked to the lobby. You weren’t sure why, maybe the lack of company was getting to you.

You sat at one of the bar stools, resting your elbows on the counter and your head on your hands. Husk raised a red eyebrow with a slightly less bored expression. You asked for the drink that had quickly become your favorite; apple juice. What could you say? It reminded you of the demon king and right now you needed it. You were missing his company and you needed the sweet taste of the juice to soothe you. Husk made a noise that was a mix between a cough and a laugh as he grabbed a bottle from behind him and poured you a glass of translucent yellow beverage.

You grasped the drink, your fingers sliding against the cool glass and pulled it to your lips and took small sips. You wanted to savor it, let the taste fully settle on your tongue before swallowing and repeating the process. It was cold as it went down your throat, leaving the taste of apples in its wake. 

Once you finished it you wiped your mouth of any drops that fell on your lips and down your chin. You sighed and moved the glass closer to Husk before pushing yourself up and away from the empty bar and the feline demon. 

You checked the time. It wasn’t really that close to dinner but you really couldn’t wait any longer. You mentally hoped to yourself that he wouldn’t be pissed at you. Each step you took made your stomach drop further and further, your throat feeling like a desert as you finally reached the top. Your hands were restless as you fiddled with them, walking unsteadily down the empty hallway to that damned door with an apple on it. 

You swallowed hard on nothing as you softly rapped on the door. Your ears were perked, listening intensely for any sound that came from beyond your vision. You heard the shuffling of some sheets and… Sniffling? Your heart dropped. Was he okay?

“Honey.. It’s me, can-... can I come in?” You asked softly before waiting quietly for an answer.

There was an affirmative groan and you gripped the doorknob, twisting it and gently pushing the door open. Your eyes widened at the sight. The room was a mess – to say the least. There were various rubber ducks all over the floor as well as a few tools from his workbench. The room was dark and you squinted as your eyes readjusted and saw your love in a nest of blankets and pillow. His normally bright yellow eyes were dull, barely letting off any light as a tired and sad expression ruled his face. Lucifer’s six usually gorgeous wings – which were a mess as his wings desperately needed to be preened – hugged his small frame on the bed. 

He didn’t look up at you, instead opting to continue absently gazing at a duck plush he held in his clawed hands. You carefully walked over and around the ducks and tools as if any sudden movement would startle him and send him running to a place you couldn’t reach him. When you got close enough you reached out a hand before returning it to your side as Lucifer’s wings puffed up.

You sat on his lavish bed a few feet away to give him space. The room was quiet other than the sniffling that Lucifer tried to stifle as he wiped away any tears that remained from previous sobbing. Faint light illuminated the room and you could see the usually neat and presteen king was now in tatters. His golden blonde hair was a mess of tangles and loose strands and his cheeks gleaned in the light – not to mention his puffy and red eyes. You did your best to fight the urge to cuddle and console him to give him enough space. 

“What’s wrong?” You spoke barely above a whisper as you observed his face for any details.

You swore you could see his lip quiver for a moment before he took a deep breath in and out before stupidly trying to feign a smile, “Nothing, dear.”

“Lucifer, darling, I mean this in the nicest way possible – I’m not stupid.” You said in a teasing, playful tone. “You have clearly been crying.”

You dared to move closer and when he didn’t react negatively you continued, “I’m here for you, Luci. Tell me what’s wrong.” 

You were within reach and carefully rested a hand on Lucifer’s back. His body stiffened before relaxing against your touch. He sighed, closing his eyes.

“I… I’m just- Ugh,” He groaned, throwing his head into the plush in his hands, his words were now muffled, “This is stupid. I’m the King of Hell! I shouldn’t need to talk about my feelings.”

“Darling, even the most powerful people – or demons – need a support group. Let me be that for you and share what is plaguing your mind,” You said with a soft smile despite him not looking at you.

He groaned again before lifting his head, “I’m worried and quite honestly scared.”

Your eyes widened. Him? Scared? “About what?” You began rubbing his back comfortingly.

Lucifer squeezed his eyes shut, gripping the duck tighter, “That-” he swallowed, “that you’ll leave me too.”

You opened your mouth to protest but he continued, “That you’ll realize I’m not really ‘all that’. I can’t even teach you how to fly!” He curled further into himself and whispered, “Lilith left me, why wouldn’t you?”

You couldn’t stop yourself as you embraced Lucifer, your arms wrapping around his curled frame and wings, “Oh Luci- I’m never going anywhere.” 

“I’m going to be here until my soul is erased from this universe, until I’m forcefully taken away, until I physically can’t anymore. I love you so much and I want to be by your side as long as you allow me to,” You held him tightly against yourself. 

Lucifer was still as he processed your words, he looked up at you, his eyes glowing a bit brighter than they had been before. Tears were welling in his eyes again.

“Do-.. Do you actually mean that?” He asked hesitantly as if he didn’t actually wanna know the answer.

A sincere and warm smile spread across your face as you looked at him with soft eyes, “Of course, my dear.” You pressed a soft kiss on his forehead.

His lip quivered once more before he returned your embrace, his body shaking. He buried his face in your neck, the warmth of tears flowing down you as Lucifer’s body shook.

“I- I’m –– I’m so lucky to- to have you,” He gasped in between choked sobs. 

You held him tighter, your hands running gently up and down his back, “I’m very lucky to have you too. You mean so much to me. Lilith has no idea how much she messed up by leaving you.”

Logically you knew Lilith would kick your ass but God you wanted to beat the shit out of her. How could she just leave him like this? Not to mention their only child too. It’s one thing to leave a partner but your child too? The idea of her made you grit your teeth but you forced yourself to calm down. Now was not the time for anger. 

Lucifer sobbed into your shirt as you held him. Eventually, his crying died down and he caught his breath. You could feel as he swallowed and shifted in your hold.

“I’m sorry for- uhm, that.” He said as he tried to wiggle out of your grasp.

“Don’t apologize, you needed that, I could tell. Not to mention, talking to people is good for you.” You looked at him, he looked both worse and better than before.

It took him a minute to respond but he eventually whispered, “Thank you.”

You planted another kiss on his head, “It’s no problem, I’ll always be right here for you.”

You looked at his wings and frowned. “You should really take better care of your wings.”

Lucifer snorted, his wings flexing slightly, “Yeah yeah, maybe I could teach you how to preen so you could do it for me.” He said it smoothly but you knew there was the added layer of intimacy that act held. 

“I’d be delighted.”

[wexhappyxfew]

hi shannon! i saw you were taking prompts and i knew i HAD to ask for bessie! can i ask for "i wouldn't miss it for anything" from the random dialouge prompts for her? excited to see what you come up with!

HEY BLU!!!! thanks so much for stopping by! :) let's just say i had a LOT of fun with this prompt and got to play with a few OCs i haven't introduced in writing yet - so, please enjoy our resident navigator of Silver Bullets, bessie carlisle, with judy rybinski and a guest appearance from marianne salinger! please enjoy and thank you again!

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"Has Tommy written you?" Judy asked quietly from beside her against one of the walls inside the flying club, nudging her shoulder with that small smile of hers, "Any news from the Pacific?" Bessie grinned and pulled the letter from her pocket.

"That and some newspaper cutouts of the 100th that he's been seeing," Bessie said pushing some hair behind her ears, "a real sweetheart, truly, my Tommy." Judy giggled and looked through the cutouts and glanced at Bessie.

"He popped the question yet?" Bessie glanced at Judy before smiling slightly and crossing her arms.

"He's hinted….through his letters. When I see you again…..my Ma's house….back porch looks beautiful in the summer….I'll get you flowers the second we're home and a nice dinner….Mr. Thomas McKenzie isn't smooth when it comes to covering up his intentions in the sweetest way possible." Bessie said with a chuckle and Judy giggled again.

"Please tell me I can attend the wedding." Judy said, gripping Bessie's arm gently with a soft squeeze, "I'll make my Mom's lemon and blueberry scones for the bridal shower."

"Awe, Judy," Bessie said with a grin, "of course you'd be there, dressed in a beautiful blue dress no doubt. One that matches your eyes. All the girls." Judy grinned - she always looked happiest with the women of Silver Bullets. Her smile looked best glazed on her face with joy.

"I wouldn't miss it for anything, you know that." Judy said, looping an arm through Bessie's, "And you two are going to have a wonderful family, and a cute little home, and you'll be the best geography teacher Queens has ever seen."

"Thanks, Judy." Bessie whispered and Judy watched her, genuinely and deeply, her eyes peaking out from behind her long eyelashes and bright, blue eyes.

Judy, young as she was, was by far one of the most genuine people one would ever meet. Attentive, kind, considerate, as well as someone with incredibly good aim (but you wouldn't guess that about her from first meeting), Judy was like Bessie's little sister in some ways. An incredibly good friend, listener, and tagged along with every opportunity - beers, darts, dancing - she was there.

"Good evening, ladies," both Bessie and Judy looked up and over and found the newest replacement pilot - Lieutenant Robert Rosenthal - stood there, perfectly gelled and curled hair, a soft look in his eyes, a slight smile on his face, and his peak cap tucked under his arm, "I don't mean to interrupt." Bessie watched the Lieutenant; she'd never spoken to him, but Annie had come back from a meeting with Operations, mentioning that she'd had a run-in with a new Lieutenant, Robert Rosenthal, and that he'd been real sweet, a calm presence, and had flown B-17s in Texas in his skivvies. Bessie smiled. Quite the combination.

"Not at all," Bessie said, with a wide smile growing on her face, "what can we do for you?" Lieutenant Rosenthal smiled and nodded and stuck out a hand.

"Robert Rosenthal, I just wanted to introduce myself to all the women a part of Silver Bullets," he said, and Bessie shook his hand firmly, "I met Lieutenant Bradshaw and she advised for it and said you'd all be here, and I wanted to follow through with that."

"Bessie Carlisle, I'm the navigator." she said, before glancing at Judy and almost chuckling at her face. Judy - sweet, innocent, Judy Rybinski, was stood, bright-red in the face, a nervous smile on her lips, watching Lieutenant Rosenthal, staring up at him like she suddenly didn't know how to speak. Bessie nudged her ribs.

"Judy Rybinski, sir," Judy said, sticking out a hand, "turret-ball gunner. Pleasure to meet you." Bessie watched Lieutenant Rosenthal shake her hand, a small smile on his face as he nodded, before readjusting his gaze to the two of them.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you both," he said, "Lieutenant Bradshaw discussed with me the previous happenings of Silver Bullets and her position as well….I'm sorry about Captain Faulkner." Bessie watched Lieutenant Rosenthal, feeling Judy's tightening grip on her arm an evident signal that Judy's emotions about Captain Faulkner were still as prominent as the day it had happened.

The day Francis had called over the comms that Birdie had died on impact, that she, Francis herself, was taking control of the fort, that she was going to make sure they'd make it all back, safely. Bessie remembered Judy coming up and out of the ball turret, eyes red, stumbling as she tried to control herself, curled up in her cot thereafter, struggling to get out of bed. It was their first real loss and ultimately the most devastating. It wasn't like they'd gone down and she was MIA; she was gone, she was dead.

"She was one of the best pilots I'd ever met," Bessie said, "thank you though, Lieutenant Rosenthal." Lieutenant Rosenthal nodded and then looked towards Judy. Bessie took a willing glance at Judy and saw her, a few drips of tears in her eyes being fought back in her vision and she nodded.

"Yes, sir, one of the best," Judy offered.

"I'm sorry," Lieutenant Rosenthal said quickly, "I didn't mean to upset you both, just that I recognize how important she was to the 100th-"

"No, no," Bessie said quickly, placing a hand on his arm and shaking her head, "not at all, she was the best, but really, don't worry, it's okay." Lieutenant Rosenthal smiled and nodded and then glanced towards Judy again.

"Can I buy you both something?" he asked them. Bessie knew Judy had a nearly entirely filled beer in her hand and that Bessie's was almost out, so she cleared her throat and nodded.

"Yeah, Judy here could use a refill, I'm pretty filled though still with my beer, thank you though, Lieutenant." she said with a nod and glanced at Judy who was staring at Bessie with wide eyes.

"Let me get you something," Lieutenant Rosenthal said to Judy and Bessie watched as Judy swallowed and stood up a bit straighter and nodded.

"Thank you, sir, I'd appreciate it." Judy said, nervously tucking her dark brown strands of hair behind her ears that had fallen from her curls, "You really don't have to though, sir, I was thinking of taking the rest of the night in." Lieutenant Rosenthal smiled - he had an incredibly nice smile - and glanced back at the bar and then back towards Judy.

"You sure?" he asked her, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. Judy watched him for a moment before a nervous smile grew on her face.

"Maybe just one drink then, sir," she said, her cheeks glowing red, before glancing towards Bessie, "I'll be back in a bit, Bes, don't wait up for me." Bessie grinned and watched as Judy stepped forward and waded beside Lieutenant Rosenthal towards the other part of the bar, a smile riding on her face, far and wide. Bessie couldn't remember the last time Judy had let herself as loose as she seemed to be tonight. She deserved to relax a bit, especially with how the last few months had been for her.

"A pleasure to meet you, Lieutenant Carlisle," Lieutenant Rosenthal said with a wave over his shoulder and Judy shot her a grin. Bessie nodded with a smile.

"Who's that?" a voice asked, appearing beside Bessie in record fashion - she glanced over and found Marianne Salinger, resident tail gunner of Silver Bullets, with her orange cat, Frank, curled in her arms, a slight smile dancing on her face as she watched Judy stand at the bar next to Lieutenant Rosenthal, the widest smile spread on her cheeks.

"Lieutenant Robert Rosenthal, you heard anything about him?" Bessie asked her. Marianne shrugged her shoulders and glanced towards Bessie.

"Flew planes in skivvies, that's about it. Likes Artie Shaw, taps his fingers a lot." Marianne said quietly, ever-observant as she was, "Seems like a nice crew, don't know much else though." Bessie smirked and glanced over back towards Judy and found her rather excitedly talking to Lieutenant Rosenthal - Judy was very enthusiastic about a select few things and that usually involved intense hand-waving and apt descriptions and Bessie could tell the girl was in her element. And Lieutenant Rosenthal, ever the enthralled and attentive person he appeared to be, was listening intently and deeply, his eyes seemingly refusing to leave her face.

"Judy looks happy and I think that's all that matters," Marianne said with a smile, lifting up the fat, orange cat, "and we'll let Frank here get the final word, but at the minute, if she's happy, I'm happy." Bessie reached forward and scratched behind Frank's ears, the cat purring slightly and the touch before she noticed the slight tear in his ear.

"What happened to Frank here?" Bessie asked and Marianne rolled her eyes and glanced towards where DeMarco was with Meatball.

"Meatball was bothering Frank, and so Frank, as he should, not putting up with his bullshit, fought back and well, his poor little ear got the brunt of it," Marianne said, "I was up Benny's ass about letting Meatball all about - you know it killed one of the neighbors' chickens? I told Benny to get a grip on his dog or else there'd be issues." Bessie let out a laugh and shook her head and Marianne sighed.

"Major Cleven had to go pay the poor son-of-a-bitch because Meatball killed the thing," Marianne grumbled, "I mean, Frank's one of the most chaotic cats I've ever gotten the pleasure of holding, but he's not going around doing that. He's just crazy when he wants, but I control him."

"You're too funny, Mar," Bessie said and watched as Marianne smirked and shook her head, "so, you want to introduce yourself to Lieutenant Rosenthal, get the pleasantries out of the way with Frank?" Marianne smirked and glanced towards the Lieutenant and Judy, before glancing at Bessie.

"Let's wait until Judy has come down for air first," Marianne said, "she's having fun. Frank can sniff him out later."

"Sounds like a plan," Bessie said.

And to top off the night - Frank really loved Lieutenant Rosenthal.

[electriccenturies]

Add 125ml cream to a measuring cup. Heat the cream and steep 2 earl grey tea bags. Remove tea bags. Chill.

Add 250g flour + 100g sugar + 2.5 tsp baking powder to a bowl. Stir to combine.

To the chilled cream, add 1 egg + 1 tbsp vanilla + 2 drops almond extract + 2 drops lemon extract. Mix well.

Grate 114g (frozen) butter. Work into the flour mixture with your hands.

Add 1 cup(ish) frozen blueberries to the flour and butter mixture. Drizzle the cream mixture over top. Mix with a fork and then with your hands until everything is moistened and forms a dough. Form a disc, cover, and refrigerate while preheating the oven to 400°F.

Cut disc into eight wedges. Arrange on two baking sheets. Bake for 20-25 minutes.

Make strong earl grey tea. Mix a bit into some icing sugar, adding small amounts until it feels like sort of a thick glaze (idk how much lol). Glaze the hot scones when they come out of the oven.

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[steampunkserpent27]

Lemon Scones and Blueberry Muffins

for @hdcandyheartsfest 's prompt: Bakery Read the sequel here rated: G CW: Baker Harry, Oblivious Harry, Pining/Flustered Draco, Pre relationship

He had just finished his final batch of scones, when the bell above the front door rang, and none other than Draco Malfoy stepped into his bakery, again. Over the past month, Malfoy had been visiting his shop more and more frequently. He didn’t understand why Malfoy kept coming back, surely his scones and pastries weren’t that good. It had to be some practical joke, some sort of prank on him, but he couldn’t see what the joke could be. He couldn’t see what Malfoy would be getting out of these interactions. And it wasn’t as if Malfoy was rude when he bought pastries from him, so he couldn’t see what the point in all of it was. He was about to lose his temper, as this was the third time Malfoy had visited his shop that day. And it wasn’t as if he hadn’t just left, so he couldn’t have possibly needed another pastry already. But if Malfoy was going to test his customer service skills, he wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing him crack. “Hello, again.” He looked Malfoy up and down, seeing that his face was already turning red. “Forget something?” Malfoy fidgeted, coming to a stop next to the case of pastries. “Uh… No. I mean, yes. Yes, I did.” Harry stared down at Malfoy, waiting for him to point to one of the sweets, so he could package it up for him and be finished with the interaction, but Malfoy was just staring at him, looking entirely lost. He cleared his throat. “Well, which one would you like?” Malfoy startled, turning his gaze back to the display case. “Oh. Uhm. Maybe…” He pointed to a lemon scone. “One of those.” He flicked his wand, the scone levitating into the air, as it was wrapped in parchment paper and sealed shut with a sticker that had the logo of his shop in the middle of it. “Anything else?” Malfoy had returned to staring. “And one of those.” He was pointing at a blueberry muffin. He wished Malfoy would just point to everything at once, so he could wrap them all with one flick of his wand, instead of having to do them all individually, but he suspected Malfoy was doing it intentionally, making him waste his time, so he couldn’t get back to work. Once the muffin was wrapped with perfection, he set it down beside the scone. “Will that be all?” “Uh. You uh… You have a really nice shop here.” It was his turn to stare at Malfoy. “Right. Thank you. Anything else?” Malfoy was fidgeting, his hands tucked in his pockets, as he rocked back and forth on his heels. “Er. No?” He didn’t know why Malfoy was asking it as if it was a question. He either didn’t want to buy anything else or he did, it was a simple yes or no question. Growing weary with the entire conversation, he set both of the baked goods into a sack, before he rang everything up. “That’ll be nine galleons.” Malfoy was staring at him, a strange, glazed look on his face. “What?” He was about to throw the sack directly at Malfoy’s head. “Nine galleons. For the pastries?” “Oh. Right. Sorry.” He dug the golden coins out of his pocket, setting them on the counter. “Thank you.” The rumpled sack floated through the air, depositing itself in Malfoy’s hands. Only, Malfoy wasn’t leaving. He was just standing there and staring again. “Can I help you?” Malfoy startled, his already red face turning impossibly redder. “No.” Harry watched, as he hurried out of the shop, letting in a cold gust of wind, as the door shut behind him. He didn’t know what to make of any of that, but he was fairly certain he’d be seeing him again soon. 

[magicaladamlegrand]

What is on today's menu?

Sleeping Beauty's Rose petal tea A delicate blend of white tea, rose petals and a hint of lavender, perfect for a soothing dreamy experience

The mad hatter's wonderland brew A vibrant mix of black tea, bergamot, and citrus peels with a dash of spice for a whimsical twist. Served with a splash of cream for added wonder.

Snow white’s apple blossom tea A sweet and crisp green tea with notes of apple, cinnamon and honey. Served warm or iced, like a crisp autumn day.

Pixie dust herbal delight A caffeine-free blend of chamomile, mint and elderflower with a sprinkle of fairy sugar for a touch of magic and glitter dust can’t be forgotten.

The mermaid’s lagoon. A refreshing Iced tea infused with tropical hibiscus, passionfruit and a hint of lime. Perfect for a mermaid’s escape.

Fusions

The gingerbread cottage chai A spiced chai blend with hints of gingerbread, cinnamon and cloves. Topped with whipped cream and a dusting of nutmeg.

Cinderella’s pumpkin spice latte A seasonal blend of robust black tea, pumpkin spice and vanilla. Crowned with foamy milk and a sprinkle of cinnamon.

dragon’s breath matcha A fiery matcha latte with a dash of cayenne pepper and sweetened with honey. Served with an optional shot of ginger ofr an extra kick.

Forest Nymph’s green elixer A vibrant green tea, infused with fresh mint, lemongrass, and a touch of lemon balm, designed to refresh and rejuvenate

Rapunzel’s golden chamomile A calming chamomile tea blended with golden turmeric and ginger, perfect for unwinding after a long day in the tower. 

Magical pastries and treats

Fairy godmother’s scones Freshly baked scones with a choice of blueberry, raspberry or plain, served with clotted cream and enchanted strawberry jam.

Hansel and Gretel’s gingerbread cookies Soft and spiced gingerbread cookies shaped like little cottages, dusted with powered sugar.

Queen’s poison apple tart. From the orchard’s apples, a tart with caramelized apples, cinnamon and a hint of dark magic, served with a scoop of vanilla bean ice cream.

The enchanted forest berry tart A medley of forest berries nestled in a buttery tart crust glazed with a touch of honey and fairy magic.

Magic mirror macarons Assorted macarons in flavors of rose, lavender and vanilla, with a shimmery glaze that reflects the colors of the rainbow.

Magical Add-ons

Fairy dust sugar cubes Add a sprinkle of magic to our tea with our enchanted sugar cubes, infused with a hint of vanilla and edible glitter.

Potion bottle of honey A tiny glass potion bottle with wildflower honey perfect for sweetening your tea just right.

Enchanted whipped cream A swirl of house- made whipped cream, infused with a touch of vanilla bean and a sprinkle of golden fairy dust (edible glitter)

At the castle café, every sip and bite is a journey into a world of magic and wonder, sit back and relax and let your imagination soar with every cup of tea.

[ghostsbimbo]

RATS BAKING BINDER!

Okay! so a not cod thing on this blog. these are mostly recipes I used while in trade school, and for the most part turned out great! :3 I was originally going to take the time to make a pdf file of them all typed out so people can download it or something, but it back fired into making me hungry for fresh baked goods.

This is a HUGE wip because I have to find each one or type out a post for them.

recipes with asterisks will have their own post! I did not write ANY of these recipes. these are just a combobulation of recipes I used while in trade school!!

please be aware some are missing due to not printing them out and saving them!! links will be added at some point.

Cookie Dough Fudge.

Strawberry Lemonade Cupcakes.

Peanut Butter Chocolate Cake.

Oreo Cupcakes

Rolled Fondant.*

Lemon Meringue Pie.

Easy Homemade Blueberry Pie

Streusel Topping.

Lemon Chiffon Pie.

Pate Sucree: French sweet Pastry Crust

Triple Berry Pie.

Old Fashioned Apple Pie.

Reese's Peanut Butter Pie.

Banana Cream Pie.

Cookies n Cream Cheese Cake.

Macarons.

Iced Oatmeal Cookies.

Shortbread Cookies.

Sugar Cookie Bars.

Easy Blondie Recipe.

The Biggest, Fattest, Fluffiest Popover Recipe [THIS IS ITS TITLE]

Perfect Homemade Biscuits.

Classic Coffee Cake.

The Best Apple Crisp.

Blueberry Cobbler.

Mini Vanilla Scones.

My Favorite Banana Bread.

Quick & Easy Blueberry Muffins.

Gummy Bears.

Buckeyes

Eclairs.*

Chocolate Glaze.*

Pastry Cream.*

Bobby Flay's Salted Caramel Sauce.

Oreo Cake.

Easy Vanilla Bean Panna Cotta.

[hungerpunch]

life goes on 📸

1 - new leaf on my big monstera 2 - said new leaf, unfurled 3 - munch during our usual lunch time walk 4 - cold can of cbd & compression socks after a long day of manual labor 5 - pan of blueberry scones & lemon glaze my sister made when she visited 6 - planters of native pollinators (they'll all have flowers eventually) 7 - intro of the adult children of alcoholics/addicts workbook* 8 - me and munch having a nap 9 - books i picked up at a queer bookstore in stl 10 - windowsill of hoya propagations

*i feel the need to disclaim that i did not take and post this photo out of agreement with the text but as objective documentation. i agree with some but not all of it. in general i have lots of issues with 12 step programs and i am finding this workbook far more triggering than helpful and am going to discuss the merits of continuing with it with my therapist this week. i would not recommend 12 steps to children of addicts or alcoholics if you are just beginning recovery.

[masalamingles]

Blueberry Lemon Scones

Of course! Here’s a basic recipe for Blueberry Lemon Scones

Ingredients for Blueberry Lemon Scones:

2 cups all-purpose flour

1/3 cup granulated sugar

1 tablespoon baking powder

1/2 teaspoon salt

Half a cup of chilled, unsalted butter, divided into little pieces

1 cup fresh or frozen blueberries

Zest of 1 lemon

2/3 cup milk (plus extra for brushing)

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

1 tablespoon lemon juice

Instructions for Blueberry Lemon Scones:

Preheat the oven to 400°F, or 200°C. Line a baking sheet with parchment paper.

In a large mixing basin, whisk together the flour, sugar, baking powder, and salt.

Combine the dry ingredients with the chilled, chopped butter. Until the mixture resembles coarse crumbs, cut the butter into the flour with a pastry cutter or your fingers.

Add the lemon zest and blueberries and fold gently.

Combine the milk, lemon juice, and vanilla extract in another basin.

Pour the wet ingredients into the well created in the middle of the dry ingredients. Mix until barely incorporated. Keep in mind that the dough should be somewhat sticky and avoid overmixing it.

After transferring the dough to a floured board, give it a few gentles kneads until it comes together. Roll the dough into a circle that is roughly 2.5 cm (1 inch) thick.

Make eight wedges out of the circular using a sharp knife. Leaving room between each scone, place the wedges on the baking sheet that has been prepared.

Drizzle a bit more milk over the scones’ tops.

The scones should be baked for 15 to 18 minutes, or until golden brown.

Before serving, let the scones cool for a few minutes on a wire rack.

Optional: For extra sweetness, you can spread a simple glaze made of powdered sugar and a small amount of lemon juice over the scones once they have cooled.

Enjoy your homemade Blueberry Lemon Scones!

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[writers-ex]

Lemon Blueberry Scones 👽

Ingredients:

2 cups all-purpose flour

⅓ cup white sugar

2 teaspoons baking powder

1 lemon, zested

¼ teaspoon salt

¼ teaspoon baking soda

½ cup cold butter, cubed

1 cup fresh blueberries

½ cup heavy cream

1 large egg

1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice

2 tablespoons heavy cream

Step 1: Preheat the oven to 400 degrees F (or 200 degrees C) and line two baking sheets with parchment paper

Step 2: Combine the first 6 ingredients on the list (i am too lazy to write) in a food processor. Pulse 3 to 4 times to mix. Add butter and pulse until mixture resembles coarse crumbs, 20 to 25 times. Pour mixture into a large bowl. Fold in blueberries, making sure they are well coated with the dry ingredients.

Step 3: Beat 1/2 cup heavy cream, egg, and lemon juice together using a fork in a small bowl. Stir into flour mixture and mix just until its just slightly moistened.

Step 4: Put the dough on a floured surface. Gather dough in a circle using floured hands, kneading only slightly to incorporate any remaining dry ingredients. Flatten the dough and cut into 8 triangles. Transfer the scones to the baking sheets. Put 4 scones on each sheet, for more area for the scones to bake in. Brush scones with 2 tablespoons heavy cream.

Step 5: Bake in the preheated oven until light brown, 20 to 23 minutes. Remove from the oven and let cool completely, like about 30 minutes.

Step 6: Mix powdered sugar and lemon juice together in a small bowl. Transfer to a small resealable plastic bag; snip the corner off of the bag using scissors, and drizzle cooled scones with glaze.

Step 7: Bon Appetit 💅

These take about an hour and half, so make them on a weekend :)

-🦔

I’ll be baking these during spring break so thank youuuuuuuuuuuuuuu <3 we can share them if you’d like

[thefearedashantis]

I made blueberry scones with lemon glaze. They came out a bit too soft and bit more cakey than hoped but overall very delicious ( ˘▽˘)っ♨! Next time i wont add any salt either since i used salted butter.

-Jermaine

[whateuniceats]

Next for this month's afternoon tea series was revisiting AnnTremet Cake! I went last month for their sakura-themed afternoon tea and opted for their regular afternoon tea this time around a few weeks ago! Some highlights from this menu include the zucchini bacon and olive rosemary mini-sandwiches, the blueberry lemon scone, seasonal fig tart and the mini-mousse cake option! I chose the coconut pandan mirror glaze cake for mine and I got the jasmine fairy maiden tea for my tea flavor!

[xasha777]

In the dense, sprawling forests of the planet Veridian, ancient trees with bioluminescent leaves cast an ethereal glow on the moss-covered ground. Here, in this untouched wilderness, nature and technology had fused in ways unimaginable to human civilizations back on Earth. It was in this mysterious realm that the legendary Guardian, Arion, roamed—a protector of the balance between organic and synthetic life.

Arion, with his intricately designed armor that seemed to merge seamlessly with his body, had eyes that glowed with a molten gold hue. His crown, formed from the living wood of Veridian itself, branched out like the antlers of an ancient stag, pulsing with energy. Embedded in the center of his chest plate was a large, emerald-like gem that radiated power and wisdom. Legends whispered that Arion was as old as the forest, a sentinel created by the ancient beings who once inhabited Veridian to guard its secrets.

One day, a rift in the fabric of space-time opened within the heart of the forest. Out stepped a figure clad in a uniform adorned with strange symbols, his demeanor exuding a mix of authority and curiosity. This was none other than Kim Il Sung, the Supreme Leader of a bygone era on Earth, now inexplicably transported to this distant planet.

Kim Il Sung had been drawn to the anomaly that brought him here, his mind racing with the possibilities of harnessing such advanced, alien technology for his own purposes. As he ventured deeper into the forest, he felt a strange pull, guiding him towards the source of the energy that maintained the forest’s balance.

Arion emerged from the shadows, his presence commanding and otherworldly. "Who dares to enter the sacred forests of Veridian?" his voice echoed through the trees, resonating with a power that seemed to vibrate the very air.

Kim Il Sung stood his ground, unfazed by the intimidating figure before him. "I am Kim Il Sung, leader of the Democratic People's Republic of Korea. I have come seeking knowledge and power."

The Guardian's eyes narrowed, their golden glow intensifying. "Power? Knowledge? These are not to be taken lightly. What you seek could disrupt the balance of this world and beyond."

Kim Il Sung's eyes gleamed with ambition. "Imagine what we could achieve with the technology that created you. Imagine a world where no one dares to challenge us."

Arion remained silent for a moment, contemplating the implications of the Supreme Leader's words. "The technology that created me was meant to protect and preserve, not to conquer and destroy. You must understand, with great power comes great responsibility."

A tense silence filled the forest as the two figures stood facing each other. Kim Il Sung felt the weight of Arion’s gaze and for a moment, doubt flickered in his mind. But the lure of power was too strong. He reached for a hidden weapon, a relic from Earth designed to incapacitate even the mightiest of beings.

Arion moved with a speed that defied his size, his hand reaching out to clasp Kim Il Sung's wrist in a vice-like grip. "I will not allow you to bring ruin to this world," he declared.

In that instant, the forest around them seemed to come alive, the trees and plants responding to Arion's will. Vines wrapped around Kim Il Sung, immobilizing him. The gem in Arion’s chest glowed brighter, and a beam of energy enveloped the Supreme Leader.

Kim Il Sung's vision blurred, and he felt his consciousness slipping away. As darkness overtook him, he realized that the Guardian's power was far beyond anything he had ever encountered.

When he awoke, Kim Il Sung found himself back on Earth, the memories of Veridian fading like a distant dream. He was in his office, the familiar surroundings grounding him. Yet, the experience had changed him. The lust for power was still there, but now it was tempered with a new understanding—some forces were not meant to be controlled.

Back on Veridian, Arion stood sentinel, the forest once again at peace. The rift had closed, and the balance was restored. The Guardian resumed his watch, knowing that the threats to the delicate harmony of his world could come from anywhere, even from beyond the stars.

[sahsashas]

Lemon-Blueberry Scones with Blueberry Glaze Recipe Make ultra-light, tender, lemon-blueberry scones with this simple technique that incorporates Greek yogurt for texture, plus cardamom and whole wheat flour for awesome flavor!