#tarlet

[boundsoflace]

[cloudwisp]

𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 · 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰

contents: fluff. pre-relationship. mentions of the three moon sisters from an in-game book 'moonlit bamboo forest'. 500 wc.

You share your first kiss with Wriothesley somewhere on Fontaine’s hilltop near the Opera Epiclese, overlooking the clear waters as moonlight cascades across the verdant lands covered in patches of morning glory flowers.

You both were on your third date, laying on a picnic blanket with a basket of pastries from a popular cafe, freshly brewed tea thanks to his portable set, and rainbow roses he gifted you set aside. It was the only time you could have him all to yourself when the Fortress became unexpectedly busy with him dealing with Fatui spies and unearthing their true goals on marked territory. But it was quickly resolved and everything was back to running smoothly again.

Even when Wriothesley had too much going on his mind, his thoughts always returned to you and your welcomed visits to his office to steal him away from his work. A sliver of a smile rests on his lips when you exchange greetings, and he makes sure to offer you another cup of tea to keep you from leaving too soon. When you have gone back to the surface, he yearns to see you again and have you close to him—just as you are now.

He likes the feeling of your soft hand in his rough and calloused ones and the sweet sound of your voice, even as you tell him about the legend of the three moon sisters while gazing upon the radiant and timeless orb that's said to be a corpse. But Wriothesley was more interested in you than the sovereigns of the night sky and the tragic fates bestowed unto them. Though, he listened intently to your every word his eyes never once wavered from the opalescent glow filtering your beautiful face, memorizing every minute detail of your expressions and the moments leading up to it…

Then you both went quiet and you turned your head to look at him. You can feel his hand tighten around yours as he leans in impossibly close, his breath mingling with yours as he points out that you have something on the corner of your mouth—a crumb from the pear tarlet you nibbled on a while ago. “Here, let me…” He sweeps his thumb against your tender skin at first, then your heart skips a beat and heat spreads throughout your body when he fully presses his lips there.

When he draws back, he searches your face for anything that tells him he didn't scare you off even when the mutual interest was already made clear. Yet a shadow of doubt weighs in the back of his mind because deep down he was starting to fall for you, and he hopes what you might feel for him is real and true. And so, the night air became sweeter in the way your lips stretched into a smile that was warm and inviting, and he knew at that moment his world would shift to revolve around you. “How about a proper first kiss?”

He dips in again for another taste, embracing the softness of your lips and pulling you closer until it is just the two of you, your ever-growing love, and the heavens as your witness.

꒰ note ᰔ there was nothing there, he just wanted to kiss you. ꒱

[nyctohyloph0bia]

Niche Kin Appreciation — Day 13: Assign your kintype a food, hobbie or genre.

Tarlet. Small and versitile.

Honorary mention is vatrushka buns, while I was researching a bit about Ukraine a while ago, I saw them and they've never left my mind since.

Genre is this

Creature music by this guy. Especifically Skablin.

Hobbie is collecting little trinkets, especially ceramic miniatures and nature stuff, exploring abandoned places and spear-fishing.

Here's a lil sketch that I came up with while making this post :)

[petrichcrr]

OPEN || a local bakery in navarre near the location of the rite || @ambivalenthqarchives

avira, for all her love of adventure, had not been many places outside of segray. home, as it were, was within the misty peaks and veridian hues, the well traveled roads that lead to her familiar shops. she supposed that, while dreaming away her lessons with her governess, other kingdoms had similar landscapes, she'd never wished to visit them. her adventurous spirit was buoyed by the call of her people--a trait she had learned from her parents and their wise rule.

yet now, the scene was entirely different. navarre was not segray and filled with individuals dissimilar from those she knew well. people are people, of course, but customs and culture are another matter all together. as avira wandered the cobbled streets, she found herself lost in the strange similiarity of her home. a bookseller, a tailor, a cobbler--oh, a bakery! expertly, she slipped herself inside the warm, rosy building and smiled widely at the shopkeep. "oh, I do hope they have apple tarlets. i have been missing a taste of home being so far away," she sighed, speaking to no one in particular as she searched the shelves.

[twosidesfanzine]

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[appetizeme]

Tomato Tarlet w/Pastry Puffs

Delightful simplicity of Tomato Tartlets with Puff Pastry, a savory treat bursting with the freshness of ripe tomatoes. Serve these elegant tartlets alongside a mixed greens salad for a light and satisfying lunch, or pair them with roasted garlic shrimp for a decadent dinner. Elevate the experience with a glass of crisp Chardonnay or a fruity Pinot Noir, enhancing the flavors and bringing out the best in every bite.

[lady-snow-flower]

A shiver ran down Snow's spine. And then everywhere was tingling.

Don't do anything stupid, she told herself as the room swam in front of her. She felt like she was floating, one breath away from falling into a kiss. What was the danger of it? With her body bathed in cheap tequila and a night of laughing, she could barely remember. If Gem could lean down to take the tart, surely he could lean down to take a kiss from her lips...

Don't do anything stupid. There was the Sober Snow, very small and silly in the back of his mind. What did she know though? Gem had touched her cheek once. Very quickly, with his knuckles. She thought about it all the time.

You'll regret it.

Or maybe it would be better than the strawberry tarlet.

She blinked slowly. Gem had asked her something. She knew, because she was watching his lips. What did he say?

"Oh. I helped," she said. Was she blushing right now? She felt hot all over. "I made the crust."

@gem-morey

Delicate || Snow Quartz

[tgwsugarandspice]

Strawberry Cheesecake Tart

(Recipe Contributed by Sundari Vijay, Food Stylist cum Photographer)

Ingredients to make the tart shells 

11/2 cups All purpose flour

1/2 cup Unsalted butter (1 stick)

1/4 tsp Salt

1/4 cup Sugar

1 large Egg yolk 

2 to 4 tbsp Chilled water

Instructions

Ensure the butter is chilled - cut into cubes.

Measure the flour, salt, and sugar in a metal bowl.

Leaving the bowl in the fridge for an hour will help keep the dough cold.

Use a fork, pastry blender or your fingertips to cut the butter into the flour.

When using your fingertips be gentle, squishing the butter, flattening them cubes in the flour.

The mixture starts with larger crumbles, and as you continue, the crumbs become smaller.

Continue until you have a crumbly mixture similar to coarse breadcrumbs.

Add the egg yolk and try to incorporate as much as you can.

Lastly, add 2 tbsp chilled water bringing the crumbs together.

Add more water only if needed to bring the dough into a ball.

Gather all the crumbs into a ball.

Wrap in cling or plastic wrap and chill for at least 20 to 30 minutes until firm enough to roll.

Take small golf size amount of chilled dough. Roll it out into a small disc.

Place it in the mini tart pan and gently press the dough with your finger to the sides and bottom. Make sure you have a thin not thick crust.

Pull away the excess with your fingers tips. 

Prick the pastry all over with the tines of a fork or cocktail stick to prevent the dough from puffing.

Place the tartlet in the fridge while you preheat the oven. 

Preheat the oven to 200C. Prick the pastry all over with the tines of a fork or cocktail stick to prevent the dough from puffing.

Bake in the preheated oven - the 3-inch mini tarts take 10 to 12 minutes while the 5 -inch mini tarts take about 12 to 14 minutes.

Ingredients for tart filling

350 gms softened cream cheese

1⁄2cup sour cream

3 tablespoons sugar

1 teaspoon grated lemon zest

12 Tart shells

2⁄3 cup Sugar & Spice Strawberry Blush jam

​

Instructions

Combine cream cheese, sour cream, sugar and lemon peel in small bowl and beat until smooth.

Spread evenly into tart shells.

Spread the

Sugar & Spice Strawberry Blush jam

pressing into cream cheese mixture. Refrigerate about 4 hours.Before serving, top it with sliced strawberries or drizzle chocolate syrup for garnish

[boundsoflace]

[wanderedaway]

I should have just asked one of the employees if they had jaffa cakes. 😭😭😭😭😭😭 But I didn't want to bother anyone.

[silvercaptain24]

I have one actually! My sister just created a new apple tart (? tarlet? Dunno the right word atm) recipe so I'm munching on one of those. And I have coffee!

*Plop*

I HAVE FINALLY hopefully BROKEN MY WRITER'S BLOCK THIS FEELS SO GOOD

THAT IS EXCELLENT TO HEAR! WOULD YOU LIKE WRITING SNACKS AND DRINKS TO CELEBRATE?

[blog59-world]

[dutzervonmezzenbrau]

© 📸      Joanna Tarlet Gauteur

[fanfictionlover-007]

All I Ask Of You

Disc: Don't own LOTR, HOTD & Baldur's Gate

Minors D/N/I and D/N/E.

Chapter 1: Sparring

As your cafè grew, you had to hire a co-barista and two waiters. You had a tea machine, espresso machine, americano machine, lattè machine, cappucino and hot chocolate machine. You had vanilla ice cream freezer and strawberry ice cream freezer, a fridge full of milk, ice fridge freezer, grape juice fridge. On all the counters were the machines, in the corner of the cafè were countertops with cupcake holders, cheesecake holders, tarlet holders, raspberry cake holders and a muffin holders, you had cream, vanilla syrup, cholocate syrup, caramel syrup, you also had a spice rack full of different spices . Your latest drink a raf and to expand your cafè, along with paying taxes for the tax man and your soon-to-be co-workers, you felt the pressure, but kept it cool and aloof at the same time. Inside you were screaming and your necklace vibrated against your neck trying to calm you down.

A maester came in and he looked exhuasted.

"Welcome, first time here?" You asked kindly.

"Yes...what is this place?" The maester asked.

"My Cafè, a none-alcholic restuarant. Here is the Menu. My name is Y/A/N." You said as he sat at the bar nearest the barista's station with the kindest, charismatic smile he saw. He felt himself blush at such a warm, friendly smile, that might, just might lit a fire in the pervy Prince Aegon's heart of King Viserys and Queen Alicent.

He looked at the menu and saw something weird, it was in the very early mornings.

"Can I have this croissant and tea?" He asked.

You agreed and gave him the prices.

And so this maester became a regular of yours. One day he looked troubled and you asked him if you could help, he didn't agree at first, then you use your charismatic smile of yours and he agreed. You checked the list of medical treatment on King Viserys' illness.

"Stay here until it's my closing time. I have a solution." You said.

Then he saw how, you handled pressure and how you sped throughout the day, when it was a quiet time in lunch break, you grabbed a croissant with cream, munched on it as you walked and go to the training grounds.

The three Princes were training on dummies, you even though you were tall for an elfling, whenever you wear a man's clothes, people thought you to be a very pretty boy. So you moved tge dummies and with a real sword you spared against them, smiling as it brought back memmories. The boys had a hard time in touching your skin, how you fought with graceful movements as if it's a hidden dance you invited them to participate.

"If either the three of you were in a battle against an Orc...dead." Y/E/N said, no one saw Y/E/N face, for Y/E/N wore a helmet on. Y/E/N sword pointing at the eldest of 12 summers old, long silver hair and lilac eyes, at his throat.

Y/E/N sparred against the other two princes, your body was behind the second silver haired prince with a high ponytail, while the rest hang loose, you stole the youngest's sword without him even realizing it, body tightly, your swords at his throat and stomach, "If King's Landing were under a siege from a drow raiding party, you would be dead. Then again that race can fight best at nightlife while everyone slumbers." He heard it a very soft musical feminine voice whispering to him, she released him and threw the sword to the youngest of duo he was 8 summers old. You smiled a very sad smile to the young boy.

Shaking your head, you spared against the eight summers old dark brown haired boy with chocolate brown eyes, you point out his flaws and how to improve their swordsmanship. When you hear footsteps long before the trio princes saw The Kings Guard Ser Criston Cole.

"Ser Cole I believe is your surname?" Y/E/N asked.

"Yes?" He answered with a kind smile.

"Your training the boys terrible, if Orcs and even a drow raid party will besiege King's Landing...more dead bodies would fill King's Landing." You said, before he could counter you, the Maester reminded you lunch break was over. You ran and disappeared before the three Princelings could follow you.

@valeska-fics @valeskafics