#pastryvelvet

[lullabysbride]

❤️ The Crimson Dragon & The Ivory Dragon 💜

… May They One Day Rejoin by Heaven’s Will …

[a-single-slice-of-toast]

Even more mor- oh you get the point.

It’s more incorrect quote comics.

[shig-jpg]

ARRRGHH I LOVEE THEMM

[ur-fav-is-toxic]

Pastry Cookie and Red Velvet Cookie are toxic yuri!

[queen-rainy-love]

Time for a new chapter for these two! I'm sure this will give the Pure Lily Sibling household more space.

Red Velvet sprite in panel 7 and Pastry sprite in panel 8 was made by comic creator user Affogato_Cookie. Red Velvet sprite in panels 8 and 9 was made by comic creator user morganpeace. Pastry sprite in panel 9 was made by comic creator user snoynenia.

[pinkvaquita]

Dreaming with a devil

♡ Pairing: Pastry x Red Velvet

♡ Flavor: Nomal. I guess

♡ Warning: Religious imaginery. Sligh mentions of cannibalism (they are cookies, but for them is cannibalism).

♡ Author’s note: I love love love love love LOVE this two. I adore pairs of evilness and good, and the concept being twisted around, and enemies to lovers. If you don't like the ship, just ignore <3

♡ Aqui tienes la version en español

Pastry didn't believe there would be anything that would haunt her even more than the horrifying truth she learned about witches. But boy was she wrong. She could not forget it even after spending night after night, and praying after praying in front of the altar of the sacred fork.

The witches still tormented her in her dreams. They took away her appetite every time she saw food. And they make her doubt the blind faith that she carried with pride for so many years.

The sound of her kind being devoured mercilessly was something that would not leave anyone who came across that scene. Even less someone like her who saw witches as the saviors and benevolent creators of the world as they know it.

Even tonight, when the only light inside the small temple where she was doing her prayers was the moon, they were present among her words. But to be honest, Pastry didn't even know who to dedicate her words to now that she knew that the witches would have maked fun of her pathetic behavior if they saw her.

But the witches, nor their cruel actions, were what led her back to this situation of sneaking out of her dorm in the middle of the night to pray. Nor were in the nights of the previous days.

That night, that dream that tormented her repeated itself. She had chills just remembering it. The scene was almost like the one she saw in that fateful vision.

When she opened her eyes, she slightly recognized the place. The table full of inert desserts and hands that took those innocent people to the jaws of their creators who had no heart or soul with which to take pity on them.

Soon she realized that she was on a plate, and she watched with horror as one of those horrifying hands with skinny, calloused fingers tried to take her. That's when she started running. Running with the strength she never thought she was capable of, desperately avoiding the decoration on the table. Gaining agility seemed almost impossible, but when you feel like you are one bite away from death, anyone could run endlessly until they collapse from exhaustion.

It was precisely how the dream continued. She stumbled, her feet got tangled in the skirts of her habit, sometimes she collided with some object. This specific night she was trapped under a glass cup, as if she were a miserable insect. Through it she could hear those evil laughs, the mockery of her attempts to live. She thought she even heard how they decided who would have the honor of devouring her.

When that moment arrived was when everything became unrealistic. Anyone would think that because of the trauma the end is already imaginable. Someone takes her, lifts her, smiles at her pleas for her life to be spared, and ends with the sound of dough crunching between crooked, yellowed teeth.

You wouldn't expect to hear the whimper of one of the witches, followed by the war cry of another.

The nun opened her eyes to see lots of beasts with fur and fangs. Running along the entire table and attacking anyone who dared to stop them, she also did not expect to hear the footsteps of boots that remained engraved in her memory.

By the time she comes out of her dissociative confusion, he was already in front of her. And he had freed her from her makeshift prison by lifting the cup with a hand of bestial sizes and capable of brute force, which now with the purest irony extended towards her in a way that was strangely gentle.

No matter how many times it was repeated, every time the general with reddish and black hair appeared to her in her dreams she had the same reaction. Look him up and down to confirm it's him. Accidentally letting her eyes be caught by her conscience admiring what a devilish image that man was.

How did she remember his features so perfectly? The long hair, the toned muscles, the determined look, his small fangs poking out of his lips. Everything was so exact that it could be considered a terrifying, almost obsessive memory.

Before she can tell him anything, an attack by witches makes him tired of waiting. He grabbed her hand tightly and soon started running through the chaos. Keeping her away and protecting her from any danger that approaches them.

Almost always she couldn't keep up and was almost dragged along. He had the strength of a beast, it was difficult to keep up with him when she was shocked by so many events. What also followed was that almost always, when they were a few meters from the end of the table, he changed his strategy. With just the blink of an eye she went from being pulled to being carried in his arms.

At that moment a strange feeling of contradictions invaded her. This was wrong, she deserved a lesson for letting this man of imposing courage save her. She should feel disgusted that the hand of a beast touched the fabric of her sacred habit. And it was embarrassing how her gaze simply did not leave him no matter the circumstance.

In those seconds, for a moment she felt like she had forgotten that there was a massacre around her. That she was a holy woman, he was a man with sin in his veins, and that she wouldn't mind being able to stay there a little longer.

Normally, that was when she woke up. Sitting up in one motion on her bed, her heart beating like a drum inside her chest and her face burning. And it was also when she realized her actions, her sinful and forbidden dreams repeating themselves once again. Which brings us back to the present.

Kneeling in front of the altar. With her head and her feelings being a mess inside her. With only one wish to make to whoever could hear her, believing that if anything at least then her head would understand how wrong this was.

“Oh gods…” — She murmured between her lips. Looking at her hand, unable to help but think about what it was like to touch his in something that was nothing more than a dirty fantasy of hers.—“Oh gods, why do you have to torment me like this? Did I do something wrong to deserve this?”

“Why did you have to give me a personal demon that is so… so…”

“so devilishly charming…?”

[shentheauthor]

Damn I have NOT been diligent about updating fics on tumblr 😭😭😭

[arandomcat1717]

I find it funny how the fandom is dead split on if redpastry/pastryvelvet is painfully heterosexual or a straight ship for the gays.

[cookierun-shipconfessions]

People just see Pastry as a person to ship with, ESPECIALLY for PastryVelvet

And that's sad to me

Devsisters help

Also Mystic Flour is just dry

No one wants her 😂😂

I sure don't

as a person who [clearly] enjoys shipping pastry w people, you're def right

often when people ship her, they remove anything abt her character that makes her unique and basically make her a ''pure innocent'' character which feels rlly wrong on so many levels

and when they dont, the ship is just rlly unknown or unpopular

and redpastry fucking sucks i hope it burns

[dykedara]

ALSO TO ALL THE PEOPLE WHO TOLD ME PASTRYVELVET IS HETERONORMATIVE

THAT MAN IS A GENDERQUEER LESBIAN AND I KIN HIS REPRESSED NUN GIRLFRIEND. SO FUCK YOU

[lullabysbride]

🍰🍴 They’re Not Going Anywhere

My beloveds still ingrained in my brain

[a-single-slice-of-toast]

Incorrect Quote Comics. More of them.

[saturno-sol]

2, 8, and 30

Hi lovely :3

2. Is there a ship you didn’t like at first but ultimately started shipping?

Uhhhh probably Zelink? I think its nice for the most part but I still really cling to them being qpp

8. Your oldest ship; the one you’ve shipped for the longest time?

Its probably Vidow from Four Swords fjfkskkfksfj

Damn thats been a ship for me since I was in Elementary

30. Is there a ship you like but you dislike the fandom?

PastryVelvet def but the CRK fandom is insane and don’t critically think about nuance enough to let it be without someone freaking about them being enemies

Thats the damn point of Enemies to Friends to Lovers yall…the point of that trope

[yanagiineko]

"how dare you speak ill against the order!"

this was a silly brainrot back in June i posted on twitter. i still giggle seeing this. its so stupid HAHAHA

i say its stupid as if i didnt experience the same situation several times as a kid

[jayninjago]

I just want them to be happy😭

[queen-rainy-love]

So I'm working on some Comic stuff for later this month (mostly to show a certain detail in the Pure Lily family tree, both jam related and adopted) and a little silly thought came up. It's also for a short story set in the AU I'm working on too, but...what if Pastry just starts adopting young Cookies who are orphans too.

Since we don't know much about Pastry's past (neither does she), it's safe to assume that she's an orphan and has a soft spot for orphans. And I bet that given the chance (and left unsupervised), she'll start adopting kids to give them a better life. Because like hell she'll let those kids be dragged into something like the St. Pastry Cult just like her.

And Red Velvet... he's going along for the ride. He wouldn't say no to her for doing this but he now understands how his siblings feel when he brought home Cake Pups every day. He's now looking for a bigger house for the kids and Cake Pups because he doubts the current home is big enough.

Anyway, that's it. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk. And I have an idea for the first two Cookies Pastry's going to adopt.