#mycake

[rozhesipri]

Step one for 'The Portals' cake

Melanie Martinez - Tunnel Vision

[kaheihigh]

I made this.

[frostingandme]

[scarlettblack24]

Added a frog to my pond cake. Made sure to practice first. 🐸#mycakes #icingonthecake #buttercreamfrog #imhappywithit❤️ https://www.instagram.com/p/CqRfii5NfkwKgVILkp6XnL9xvfCUl6W36SZki40/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[chompsnstomps]

#mycake

[explode-this]

I’ve been arranging and rearranging the art wall behind where I sit during the day to work on stuff, and I love it so much I want to show it off. I’ve been holding on to some of this art for ages until I get frames and things, but I decided to go the blu-tack route—very carefully, of course. For matte prints I affix some tape to the back of the piece in the corners so if I have to remove the work, the blu-tack won’t take some of the paper with it. Some are hung up with bulldog clips, like when I have a whole bunch of art cards and want to swap them out periodically. It makes my calendar feel much less lonely! Other stuff includes a couple of baseball cards (the one above the calendar is Luis Robert currently of the White Sox; the one more to the right is the infamous Bill Ripken Orioles “Fuck Face” card, where the bottom of his bat handle has “fuck face” sharpied on it), some words of wisdom (like “I don’t know fuck about shit, dawg” from one of my favorite podcasters, and “fuck shame, keep writing” and “one dumb word at a time” from a dear friend), a bonus 10 of swords (from the Modern Witch Tarot Deck by Lisa Serle) that says “everything is fine” underneath, a little altar shelf with a praying glo-worm and some rose quartz on it, a picture of my cats from childhood caught mid-fight, a couple of birthday cards from my primary partner, a little diamond painting I did, a giant sensory popper toy (hung on the wall so I can find it when I need it, but it looks cute there), a keyring that looks like “The Woodsboro Murders” by Gale Weathers but says instead “I’ll send you a copy,” and Gene and Tina Belcher as pickles. Of course Gene is purple and fabulous.

Here are the art credits!

Outlined in pink: @sergle (took me forever to get these somewhere I can see them every day but I loooove them)

Outlined in blue: @passionpeachy (just got these prints this week! Am in love)

Outlined in green: @simkaye (I have many cards to choose from, so I might swap them out at some point)

Outlined in orange: @thelatestkate (I have a lot to choose from here as well so I hung them up with clips so I can change them out)

Outlined in yellow: @enjoy-mycake (the Fortune Queens deck I have came with three extra foil copies of certain cards and I love Katya as the Fool lmao)

Anyway, buy art from independent artists! It will make your life and living space so bright ♥️

[wsnapew]

Mycroft

[bentcheragarecipes]

[thesmartone]

Mycroft: I have power

Anthea: You begged that I let you have the cake

Mycroft: thAT DOESN'T COUNT!!

[x-ladydisdain-x]

Opinions?

She means like, how Sherlock is an otter and John is a hedgehog

[rozhesipri]

Melanie Martinez - Nymphology

🤗

[ask-teen-sherlock]

What's Mycroft's favourite cake flavour?

Mycroft likes chocolate, I prefer coffee.

SH

[frostingandme]

[bbbarnesandnoble]

Sherlock, getting a terrible idea

Sherlock: what a great idea

[imperfettamentemestessareturn]

[sherlollyandspoilers]

Cake

I am finally filling one of the prompt fills from @bkst-tutu1b : Mycake. 

Also, thank you to @ukthxbye and @mizjoely for encouraging me to work on this prompt!

“Mycroft, is that you?” she asked sleepily.

“Yes, please, Molly. I need your help.” He sounded desperate.

“What is it?” She sat straight up, fear starting to cloud her mind. “Is it Sherlock?” she asked in a whisper, her free hand settling on the empty side of their bed.

“No, no. Your husband is fine, he’s just working a case.”

“Thank god!” She pressed her hand to her chest, urging her heartbeat to slow. “Then what is it?”

“It’s this…” he sighed heavily. “This stupid recipe you gave me!” he yelled in frustration. “I have attempted to make this cake three times and each time has been a disaster!”

Molly pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to breathe calmly.

“Mycroft, did you honestly call me at 5am on my day off to discuss a cake recipe?!”

“I wasn’t going to call you when you were working.”

“It’s 5am!” she yelled.

“I’ve been up for three hours already and it is driving me mad!”

“I’ll see you at 10,” she said before hanging up.

“Wait! Molly!...Molly?”

--

“First things first,” Molly tied the apron around her waist as she looked over the recipe, “If the recipe says sift the flour, then you sift the flour.”

“That took too long.” Mycroft wave a hand at her as she started to measure the flour out into a bowl.

“Second,” she picked up the package of chocolate squares, “you need to add the exact amount of each ingredient that the recipe calls for.” She opened the mostly empty package and looked inside. “Please tell me this was not new when you started.”

“I cannot neither confirm nor deny that.” He scoffed at her and looked away. She tossed the package down, shaking her head.

“Seriously Mycroft.” She crossed her arms tightly. “I told you that if you wanted this cake to turn out just like mine that you had to make it the exact way the recipe said to.”  He turned back to her and frowned.

“I am a busy man and I don’t have time to follow a recipe.” He pulled off his apron that Molly had brought him and dropped it on the counter as he walked away.

“Then you don’t get amazing ca-ke!” Molly sang the last two syllables. She heard his footsteps stop and turn around. He hurried back, picking up the apron and putting it back on.

“Okay. What’s the next step?”