#their cakes were always cream cheese but so cute

[agetwellcard]

my favorite desserts from cafes in korea

[housecow]

i have a lot of cute ideas

my feeder travels a lot—he’s lucky enough to have a job that can take him all over the world. his cow, however, cannot really follow.

i outgrew a regular plane seat sometime after 300lbs. we discovered that after a particularly fruitful trip to spain; although eating our way through each city racked up a lot of steps, the funnel sessions and late night snacking really did me in. neither of us were really surprised that my hips just didn’t quite fit. rather, i could tell it was all he could think about the entire way back. his hand on my soft thigh, slightly clenched and almost possessive… the way his eyes flickered to mine and there was this look.

our trips together became rarer but neither of us minded. as i’d grown, a lot of what we used to do together faded. i couldn’t keep up on the hikes, biking was out of the question, and even the long walks we enjoyed wound up split by breaks so i could catch my breath.

throughout it all, however, my feeder just grew more enthusiastic. he’d tell me he was so proud after we made it back to the hotel each night. his hands would massage my softened shoulders, he’d hold the shake to my lips, and he’d coo into my ear, “it’s okay, i won’t make you do this again,” “there’s a buffet tomorrow morning,” or, “you can really feel how fat we’ve made you now, right?”

i’d melt with whatever he said and he’d fill me up, every way i needed. funnels and shakes, expansive platters of pastries… him inside me, i’m so full and he’s telling me how good i’m doing for him, my belly touching the bed while he’s breeding me…

neither of us minded when we had to do things separately. he’d be off on a trip, sending me photos of the views and the food (“wish i could be feeding you these!”), and i’d return the gesture. belly pics, selfies of my fatass planted on the couch working on the last bit of the gallon of ice cream that was supposed to last the week, meal ideas and articles and excitement about all he’s getting to experience.

the best part, however, is when he’d get back. over the longer trips i’d have settled in a bit too much. nothing was overly dirty, of course, but the fridge was overstocked with takeout. i’d finished almost everything and move on to whatever was next, absentmindedly leaving behind remnants of everything i’d made my way through. the trash would be full of boxes and candy wrappers, vegetable skins and soda cans, too. and he'd be able to see what it all did to me.

i was bigger every time he came back. it wasn’t too obvious, maybe just a pound or two, but it was enough to excite him. he’d admire the way i had to focus and gather momentum to heave myself out of the car, how my belly hang hit my thighs just enough to make a sound when i tried to move quickly, and how he could always count on me to gorge myself while i missed him.

he never made a comment though. but every time before he left the pantry would be replenished—zebra cakes, brownies, chips, pasta, sauce, boxed mac n cheese, everything he could think of would be left there for me.

he once said, “i won’t let a moment pass where you can’t reach for something to eat,” and it was true. a candy bowl mysteriously appeared on the coffee table one day, each time i reached the bottom it’d be refilled. the mini fridge side table was “cute and functional,” he reasoned, as he showed me where the sodas and premade shakes were going. i’d thank him, a soft kiss and several grateful expressions, before admitting that i was relieved at having one less trip to the kitchen now when i was settled in.

and he’d just smile. enabling a cow like me is easy, he just has to set the food out. i know what to do.

[plushefemme]

i used to never have feeder thoughts BUT recently i'm really vibing with the notion of being a cute lil femme housewife feeder in my frilly apron who pretends to be completely innocent, "of course i'm not trying to make you fat, honey! i'm just taking good care of you, now finish your dinner so i can bring you dessert" *bats eyelashes*

there's always a fresh batch of cookies or a cake for my partner to snack on, and i pack them huge lunches to take to work. forget going hungry, i make sure they're never not full, with a constantly rotating menu of hearty stews and fresh-baked bread, ribeye steak basted with butter and herbs, chicken wings, pot roasts and mashed potatoes with thick gravy, heavy casseroles and trays of mac 'n cheese from scratch, not to mention bacon, hashbrowns and eggs cooked to order every morning because "breakfast is the most important meal of the day!" plus homemade biscuits lathered in butter and jam, coffee with cream and sugar.

i pout and act all hurt if my partner doesn't clean their plate, so of course they always do, and accept seconds and thirds, and pretty soon they're unbuttoning their pants after every meal and asking me sheepishly if we can go shopping because they need new clothes. and i'm like "of course baby, those pants were looking a little worn out anyway 😇" as if i'm not beside myself with pride and satisfaction and lust, to see all my love and hard work manifested in each pound added onto their softening body

[koolades-world]

What dessert I give you based on your favorite Obey me! character

Lucifer: any type of pâte choux, specifically cream puffs with strawberry jam and whipped cream, it’s fancy and takes a while so it’s definitely giving lucifer

Mammon: tiramisu. Not only does it have a funnily named lady fingers in it, it’s also just really good and perfect for sharing with someone you love cough mammon cough

Levi: churros. While I don’t recommend it, it can be good for eating while playing games. I almost picked s’mores but those are so messy. You can also have a variety of dipping sauces or none if you prefer!

Satan: macarons, they’re harder to make than pate choux which is exactly what Satan would love. They’re also perfect for tea parties

Asmo: rice pudding with cinnamon on top. The cinnamon can be a cute shape if you want it to be. A dessert of my childhood, so simply and yummy and I think asmo would like that about it. It can be healthy but I usually opt for the regular and more delicious version

Beel: walnut brownies, they just hit so different especially late at night. Beel would understand and even though I am slightly allergic to walnuts that will not stop me from eating them

Belphie: flan, another dessert of my childhood. The way it wiggles is so fun. I hate jello because of the texture but love flan because of the texture idk. flan go wiggle wiggle haha

Diavolo: Moon Pies, specifically Banana flavor, I just got a chocolate one and thought he would find it amusing

Barbatos: Frozen Key Lime Pie dipped in chocolate on a stick, it’s a local thing don’t knock it until you try it

Simeon: strawberry shortcake, it’s just so him I can’t explain it any better. They can be so pretty too! Or they can be something simple and homemade, both are good

Luke: macaroons, I’ll take this to my grave but macaroons are better than macarons. My poor baby macaroons always being mixed up with macarons, luke is probably bitter about it too

Solomon: Red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting, idk it’s giving you defend it until the end of time because everyone else says it’s the same as chocolate cake when it’s not

Mephisto: coffee or espresso ice cream, it’s my favorite kind. I feel like he would also enjoy the nice balance of sweet and bitterness, and I like Mephisto lovers

Thirteen: lava cakes! These hold a special place in my heart, they were the first thing I ever baked only the best for thirteen and her fans mwa

Raphael: Brown butter pumpkin maple cookies, my speciality :) you guys seem so nice and warm have my favorite fall dessert, there aren’t many of you but I love you

[eds6ngel]

second idea: would just love something with a convo about alena calling reader her step-mom or mom, instead of ms. or maybe something with alena calling reader mom for the first time! just cute and fluffy💖

of course honey!! this one is short and sweet, but touching nonetheless ♡

warnings: dad!steve. mom!reader. fem!reader. 90s!au. swearing. food mentions. fluff. comfort. slight mentions of alena's trauma due to motherly neglect. lots of happy tears from alena and reader. this is just extremely cute and endearing really!! [1.3k].

full 'when i kissed the teacher' masterlist.

With Steve having to take on a weekend shift at Target, you tackled the weekly Sunday grocery store trip with Alena. Before leaving that morning, Steve gave you an overflowing list of groceries, more than he definitely needed.

“Why does your dad put so much on the list, baby? Like, watermelon. When has your dad ever eaten watermelon?” You were holding onto Alena’s small, soft hand, guiding her with you as you pushed the shopping cart with your left, slowly filling it up with each aisle you pass.

“I like watermelon!” she beams with a smile, you laughing as you reply, “But, not a whole watermelon! If you ate an entire watermelon, your belly would be this big.” You demonstrated by holding your hand out far away from her stomach, her gasping and going, “I would not be that big!”

Tsking with a squint of your eyes, you reply, “Oh, but I think you would, sweetpea! You would have a massive watermelon belly! Big ‘ol belly.”

The conversation with the eight-year-old slowly drifted away as you arrived at the cake aisle. She lets go of your hand, running over and jumping up and down, pointing up and shouting, “Look! A Smurfs cake! A Smurfs cake!”

You look down at her and raise your eyebrows, smirking, “So, instead of a watermelon belly, you want a cake belly?”

“Cake belly sounds better! Can I have the Smurfs cake mubba?”

You delicately lift the box, Papa Smurf stood proudly next to his daughter Smurfette, two huts perched in the background, other Smurfs going about their daily activities presented in different-coloured icings. Turning the box over, it read: ‘A jam and cream sponge, completed with edible icing for decoration.’

“I think…” you stroke your chin, “If we buy this cake, you have to be a good girl to your dad for the rest of the week, okay?”

“And to you! I’ll be a good girl for you too!”

You chuckle, ruffling her hair, “And for me, obviously,” playfully rolling your eyes and placing the cake into the cart, “Smurfs cake it is!”

“Yes!” Alena cheeses, gripping her fist tight and pulling them towards her chest in celebration.

The two of you continue walking down the aisles, having to make a pit-stop for longer than expected at the bread section. Steve had written down ‘loaf of bread’ on the list, but the endless piles of different brands, sizes and types left you in slight confusion. You had recognised that the Harringtons liked their white bread, an easy ignorance to the brown loaves. However, the size of the loaf was something you were unsure on. Since there were only two of them, perhaps three if you stayed overnight and needed a slice of toast for breakfast, you agreed with yourself on the smaller loaf. It was no worry if he indeed did usually buy the bigger loaf, you could always make a stop on your way home from work and pass it over to them.

“All right, Pepperidge Farm’s Hearty White Bread is what we’re going for! Does that sound all right with you Ale—” But, as you look down, the little girl is nowhere to be found. You peer down the aisle, a flowery, yellow dress and brunette pigtails out of sight. Your internal panic begins to rise, deciding to quick power back to the aisle you just visited, wondering if she waltzed back to the chocolate section.

But, you don’t see her. “Shit,” you mumble to yourself, deciding your next safest bet was two aisles down, the one after the bread aisle. “Steve’s gonna fucking kill me,” you curse lowly, scared to death that you had lost his daughter. However, before you can make a turn to the right, the end of your cart collides directly into an older woman, her wearing a simple, long black dress, glasses neatly sat on the bridge of her nose.

“I am so sorry—” you begin to profusely apologise, however, the sight of Alena held tightly on her hip makes you let out a lengthy sigh. Thank God she was safe.

But, the word that comes out of her mouth shocks you to your core. “Mommy!”

Mommy. She called you mommy.

“Don’t apologise my dear, it’s okay!” the old woman calms your presence, “I’m assuming this one is yours. Poor baby was scared to death. Said she went around the corner and when she came back, you were gone.”

It’s then that you notice the tears rolling down her face, lips quivering and her holding her arms out, as if she wanted you to grab her. And that was the moment you knew: you were her mom.

The old woman lifts Alena up, you gripping her to your side as you cradle her head, her tears falling onto your bare shoulder. “It’s okay. Mommy’s got you. Mommy’s got you, baby.”

As you look up, the woman is smiling at the pair of you as she says, “Don’t beat yourself up over it. It was a simple mistake, you seem like a wonderful mother.”

You nod, mouthing a small “Thank you” as she bids farewell, attending back to her own grocery shopping around the corner. You cup the back of Alena’s head, stroking her hair as she stares at you with her beautiful, hazel orbs, just like her dad’s. God, they looked so much alike.

“Mommy,” she whispers out, almost as if she said nothing. You smile, letting a few tears fall yourself as you murmur back at the same volume, “Yeah, I’m your mommy, baby.”

And that’s when the waterworks burst for her. Even though she has no recollection or memories of her biological mom, you could tell it still had some heartbreaking effect on her subconsciously. It was a trauma she had no idea existed. You were the first ever figure in her life that resembled a mother, that cared for her like a mother, that supported her like a mother. So, that’s what you were. No, step-mom, no adoptive mom, just mom.

And even though she was eight years old, you cradled her in your arms as if you were caring for a newborn whose emotions were simply too big for their small body. You press a tender kiss to the side of her head, wiping the tears away from her face, making sure the salty liquid doesn’t fall into her mouth, infecting her taste buds.

She whimpers out, “I-I love you, mommy.”

You didn’t realise until that moment what an emotional impact those four words would hold on you. You’ve always wanted to be a mom, ever since you were a little girl. You think that maternal instinct you seemed to have inherited lead you to wanting to become a teacher in the first place. Something about raising kids to become healthy, human adults made you feel warm inside. But, no teaching position could ever come close to feeling the real thing.

“I love you too, baby girl,” you smile back, the pair of you wetly giggling, Alena using her small thumbs to wipe the tears that escaped from your eyes, collecting in a tiny puddle in the middle of your cheeks. “Want to stay on my hip?”

She nods in reply, “Yes, mommy.” God, you were gonna have to get used to that.

“Okay,” you quietly reply, the two of you continuing down the halls of the grocery store, filling the cart with the remaining items that Steve wished you collected for him.

But, what really was the absolute, top-notch tear-jerker was later that night when Steve returned home from his shift, Alena shouted to you from the living room, “Mommy! Daddy’s home!”

And to see the look on Steve’s face, the one that was of pure shock, made the tears fall all over again. You weren’t just looking after Steve’s daughter anymore, you were her mom, and that was the greatest gift you could’ve ever been given.

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[yeowangies]

He holds your hand as you two make it up the cliff finally. The stars are bright tonight. Then you notice the beautiful lanterns lit up around the picnic basket. He smirks at you, noticing the way you look so surprised. He’s happy to see that he’s made the right choice.

“Happy birthday beautiful.” Jiraiya says, bringing you over to the blanket.

There’s a spread of wine, fruits and chocolate, cheese and bread. He’s got it all set up for the both of you. The lanterns all burn brightly. You haven’t been surprised like this in so long. You thought he had forgotten your birthday. He had been out of the village for a few weeks and you were certain he would not make it back in time.

But here he was, holding you close as you both sat down on the picnic blanket. He kisses you softly, brushing some of your hair out of your face. The sight on top of the Hokage cliff was breathtaking right now. And the nights were getting just a little chillier now.

“Surprised, aren’t you?” He asks as he feeds you a bite of strawberry. “You look so cute with your face like that.”

You blush, “Don’t tease me, old man.”

“Awhh look who’s getting old now, princess.”

You shove him and he laughs. He feigns hurting his shoulder but you know better. Jiraiya is always playing around with you. It’s what he does. It’s what keeps you on your toes. 

When you’re done eating all the picnic, he surprises you with one last thing. He opens the basket and pulls out a cute strawberry and cream cake. He pulls a candle from his pocket and he lights it up. Then Jiraiya holds it in front of you and he smiles.

“Make a wish, princess.”

You close your eyes, thinking back on everything that has led you to this moment. All the shared love and laughter and the way things have turned out. Life hasn’t always been easy but Jiraiya has been there with you every single step of the way. You then open your eyes and you wish for plenty more years to come with the man you love. You then blow out the candle.

Jiraiya smirks, “Whatcha wish for?”

You roll your eyes, “It won’t come true if I tell you.” You shove him playfully again.

This is when he grabs the cake and smears some onto your lips. You groan as he looks at you smugly. Then Jiraiya leans in and kisses you so sweetly, eating some of the cake off of your lips and face.

“I hope whatever you wished for, it comes true.”

THIS IS SO SWEET AND CUTE AND COMFORTING AND I'M IN TEARS RN BACON HOW COULD YOU BE SO SWEET TO ME I LOVE YOU 😭😭😭😭😭

[avalynlestrange]

Begin Again

Pansy Parkinson x Neville Longbottom (background Theodore Nott x Luna Lovegood)

Warnings: Nothing? Please let me know if there is. Not proof read 😊

Category: Fluff, One-Shot, Flashfic, Songfic

Summary: In which Pansy watches love begin again.

No sneak peaks 😋

Author’s Note: I first saw Panville in the tags when I was posting my Pansy mood board and found the ship really cute.

Word Count: 829

To The Library (my masterlist)

To The Kitchen (my WIPs)

To more Pansy Parkinson fics

To more Neville Longbottom fics

To Red TV Anthology

Pansy takes a deep breath in the mirror. Indecisive about which shoes completes her outfit. ‘He didn't like it when I wore high heels. But I do.’ She slips into her go-to black stilettos gifted to her by Tracey. It’s been in her closet since he put them there.

She applies a layer of lipgloss and grabs her keys. This would be her first date after him. Pansy cannot believe she let Nott’s girlfriend talk her into a blind date. Her hand hovers over the front door’s handle. She walks back to the wall mirror and styles her fringe once more before leaving her apartment.

She turns the lock and puts her headphones on. ‘He always said he didn't get this song. But I do.’

She always loved it this time of year. The leaves crunching beneath her feet. Cold breeze making her regret not choosing a thicker cardigan. Lovegood informed Pansy that her blind date chose a cafe nearby. Convenient if it goes wrong and Pansy wants to go home quick.

She walks in expecting he’d be late but he’s here early and he stands and waves. Pansy stands shocked to see one Neville Longbottom.

She walks to him.

“Hi. This is for you.” Neville hands her a plant pot.

She takes the gift and thanks him.

“It’s a young ho-“

“Honeysuckle.” She smiles. “It’s my favourite.”

Her grandmother used to grow them in their family garden and the sweet aroma filled the backyard with a sweet scent every summer. She would spend her holidays there tending to the flora.

She puts the gift on the table to the side.

“I know. You mentioned it in Herbology a couple times.”

How sweet of Neville to have listened and remembered. She recalls dropping the hint many times to her ex so that he would stop gifting her pansies, which he assumed were her favourite. She used to loathe that she was named after the favourite flower of the mother that abandoned her family for a muggle but she’s long gotten past that fact and have accepted her name.

Neville pulls her chair out and helps her in. ‘He doesn’t know how nice that is. But I do.’

The date started with the niceties; the ‘What have you been up to’. They even forgot to order anything until Neville noticed Pansy eyeing the cake on the table next to them. He asks her what she would like and insists on being the one to order and pay.

She sits and stares after him. All these years Pansy has never thought she’d come across classmates that weren’t in her Slytherin circle, never mind Neville. It’s nice. It’s more than nice. She’ll have to thank Lovegood for setting it all up.

Neville returns with a tray and sets her drink in front of her along with a teaspoon and a fork on a napkin. He places a plate with 2 different pieces of cake down in the middle.

“Before you say anything, I know you didn’t ask for it but this place is famous for its desserts. It’s the reason I chose this place. That one has cream cheese frosting.” He says pointing at the slice of blueberry cake.

“I love a good frosting. Thank you.” And they both dig in.

‘He’s a sharer.’ She finds it a refreshing change to what she’s used to. They talk about everything and anything. Pansy is reserved until they speak about music.

“I have never met one witch who had as many Madame Bletchley records as me.” Neville chuckles as he takes a bite out of their shared dessert.

“But I do! I made everyone I knew enter that contest the Daily prophet ran in sixth year. I even sent an owl to my Grandma to enter as well.”

“Me too! I was so gutted when I didn’t win. My Nana sent me my records and the boys were sick of her by the end of the spring term.”

“Aww your Nana sounds lovely.” She brushes her hair away from her face and stirs her beverage.

“You seem a lot more shy than you were back in the day.”

Pansy takes a sip of her hot chocolate. He gestures at the foam at her upper lip and there’s a moment of silent before she replies.

“I’m sorry about what I said and did at school.” Before she could recollect her darker years Neville interrupts.

“Yeah you were pretty scary. But what’s past is past.”

His hand touches hers and it gives her some courage.

“I actually thought you were cute back then.” She confesses.

Neville’s eyebrows rises up and he gives her a toothy grin.

“And I thought you were pretty.”

Their eyes meet and linger there for more than a moment. Pansy was too busy spending the last eight months wallowing; thinking all love ever does is break and burn, and end.

But on a Wednesday in a cafe, she watches it begin again.

[onegianthotmess]

I made Dannie a semi-boyfriend!!!

Meet Raymond “Ray” Claire-Blanc! He is fourteen and goes to school with Danielle, who’s one of his only friends because she talked to him one day when they were little, think about four to five, and has been superglued to his hip since that day!

Ray is the son of the mayor of Clock Town and it is said that the Claire-Blanc family founded the town and that they’ve always governed it in order to keep it as efficient and as punctual as possible! Once, someone outside of the family was mayor and the town went into so much chaos that the new mayor only lasted five days before handing it over to the member of the Claire-Blanc family he ran and rigged the election against.

Though he is an excellent leader and has shown that he holds his family’s gift for running things and being the one in charge, Ray has very high anxiety and low self esteem that makes it very difficult for him to put his foot down on a lot of things that relate to personal comfort. He’s sat in on city council meetings and has been able to run projects and help organize events, but he can’t say no to an outing or socializing because that doesn’t deal with leading people, it deals with his own emotions and comfort levels and he isn’t very good at being firm with those. But Dannie’s helping him work on it!

Ray can also be incredibly forgetful, which doesn’t help with his anxiety, especially when he forgets something and it causes him to be late. Even being a second late makes Ray panic because he could’ve missed something very crucial in that moment when he was late, or something could’ve happened that he could’ve helped to prevent, or all of his friends could die and he’d never be able to say goodbye! In short, Ray hates being forgetful and if it makes him late, he gets a million times more anxious and panicky.

Also, in relation to his forgetfulness, Ray almost always forgets his gloves whenever he leaves the house. He usually likes wearing them because they’re comforting to wear for him, but they’re almost always left on his bedside table. He never remembers to grab them or to put them in another place in order to make it easier to remember to grab them when he leaves the house.

Ray’s also really shy when it comes to meeting people individually. He can do public speaking, but individual socializing freaks him out a bit. He’s also shy about some things, like his interests or hobbies or compliments or who he likes. If any of these are mentioned to him, he goes as red as the rose bushes in his mother’s garden! And when he’s around Dannie the blushing is a hundred times worse. But Dannie is a cute dummy like her brother and is incredibly dense, so she never really notices!

And now let’s have a few fun facts about Ray because I’m getting tired!

Ray is a vegetarian! He doesn’t really like meat and it makes his stomach feel funny and cramp up, which is sort of a family curse. So he eats plant based alternatives to meat that taste pretty close to the real thing so he isn’t dealing with constant tummy pains. Also his favorite dessert is carrot cake with cream cheese frosting with some candied carrots on top.

Ray’s eyesight is really bad, so he wears really strong prescription glasses and sits at the front of class so he can always be sure that he can see. But to make sure that he always has the time, even if he can see the clock in the room, Ray has a pocket watch that he holds very dear to his heart because it was his late great uncle who gave it to him when he was about to turn seven years old. Keeping that pocket watch with him not only quells some of his punctuality anxiety, but also makes him happy that he has something of his great uncle’s with him at all times.

Ray is also very fast and is the best runner on the track team. Despite his lean muscle, he’s pretty athletic and surprises a lot of people with his speed and agility.

Overall, Ray a pretty nice person, though he’s anxious and shy. He’s a great leader and wants to ask Dannie out, but he needs to learn to not chicken out at the last second when he works up the nerve to think about asking her-

[fingerlickin]

Gratitude :::

yesterday I had to get my car smog checked after finally getting the work done on it to fix the issue (my registration was over a year expired… eek face) the business I went to was really just a man named Mohammed who packed me a bag of dates and sesame cookies he said were made by Syria refugees. He was so kind, and genuine, and strong in his faith and asked me to pray for peace in the holy land which I did and will.

I made a salad of kale, arugula, fennel, honey crisp, pomegranate, pistachios and goat cheese w a honey dijon dressing for my boss and my other coworker made **incredible** carrot cake w crystallized ginger, toasted coconut, and cream cheese/whipped cream frosted cupcakes, and picked up an arizmendi mushroom pizza to have an early birthday celebration for her. It was really sweet and one of those casual days where you relax and talk about real ass shit but get a lot done too. We talked about our favorite moon phases visually and learned my coworker and her (very New Jersey not woo) family have a lot of spoken superstition about new and full moon behavior. And it was warm but the light was that autumn low and I always get that really familiar feeling of being a kid the first month of school. The blue angels were zooming over but I never spotted them.

Car shit continued: I spent like 2.5 hours at the dmv waiting yesterday (beautiful view of the mountain from the parking lot where I hung out instead of sitting inside) to get my citation stamped bc I got a ticket for the expired registration. I also paid so much money over the last few weeks bc I had parking tickets and bridge fare tickets I willfully ignored for a year+ bc I was scared to face it all. So incredibly wasteful and stupid!! But it’s done now and I pulled it all off, and spent my tiny savings, and it does feel like a weight off and a freedom from a shame. And I won’t put myself in that kind of situation again. Debts nearly all cleared.

Returning a favor for local friends by watching their dog for the next two days. It was not asked in that way but I’m so happy to be able to help them after they’ve so kindly helped me before. And I get to spend a couple nights in a cute lil house w a backyard and a pug (who I’m a lil iffy on lmao tbh).

[saccharinexvenom]

" and oh, my tongue is a weapon . "

; pinterest | wanted dynamics | wanted connections ;

aesthetics.

a venus fly trap closing around its prey. the raw instinct to survive. all you have is lies. secrets held close to the heart. sharp tongue and even sharper mind. the taste of bourbon on the tongue. the kiss of death upon a cheek.

basics.

full name. dakota holbrook ( or is it )  nicknames. dakota, kota, koa  gender. male  pronouns. he/him  sexuality. it's 2024, who cares for labels  age. thirty-five  date birth. unknown  zodiac sign. unknown  traits. meticulous, deceitful current location. new york city  occupation. con-artist for the crimsons

appearance.

face claim. richard madden voice claim. richard madden, in various roles, because dakota loves to change his voice & accent as he pleases  height. 5'10 piercings. none, he has the scars from piercings done when he was young  tattoos. none, he can't afford to be remembered like that other distinguish features. have you seen his cute lil smile  style. this wholly depends upon the mark, whether or not he's in one role or another. this man can go from looking like a downtrodden individual to your sugar daddy in a flash

biography.

you had been born in canada, just over the border. or no ... you had been born in the bustle of seattle, the heart of washington state. or had it been the midwest, some podunk town that no one had likely ever heard of ? save for those other poor souls that had been born there, and had died there. and had only ever known it's one blinking red light in the middle of town.

you wouldn't know. where you had been born. or even when you had been born. the day had always seemed to change as the years had slipped by. one hot june day, your mother would show up with an ice cream cake. some of it already melted. and a single candle carelessly placed on top. then, in the dead of winter, she would come bearing a cake with someone else's name spelled out in icing. on sale, that's what your mother had told you. on the cake, on your clothes ; with practically everything else in your life.

she had always said that being poor was a frame of mind. that if you believed hard enough, you could be the richest boy in the world. that you could eat all the junk food that you could ever want. have all the nicest toys. if you just believed. you hadn't understood when you were younger that she had been referring to your imagination. that so long as you made up these stories in your mind, that you could be anything that you wanted. that the days old hamburger on your plate was the mac and cheese you had begged her to get from the store. that the teddy bear with its missing eye and arm was a returned soldier from the war.

just as your father had been. or hadn't he been a doctor ? sent off to save those in need in some other country. or was he an astronaut ? and that's why he hadn't written to you in so many years. with his fancy handwriting, and the way he always ended it with ' be good, my boy '. you had tried so hard to always be good for him. because who knows, maybe he had been watching you from the space station. or from one of the many airplanes that soared over your head.

you had been good. for so, so long. you had stayed in the car when your mother had instructed. you hadn't asked questions when she had told you to leave your belongings at the latest motel. you had kept quiet when she urged you. and you never argued with her. not even when you hadn't eaten anything during yet another day. you had been so, so good. until being good had no longer benefitted you.

you had woken in the darkened room of another shoddy motel. through the blinds, you had seen the neon hue of numerous signs. you wouldn't remember how long you stared at them, waiting for your mother to return. you had watched the sun rise. you had watched the sun set. your stomach had gurgled with the want for food. you had gone into the bathroom. you had rushed back into the room at the sound of a door opening. but it had only been the guest in the next room over. so you had gone back to staring at the neon hue of the numerous signs.

you would not remember how long you had waited there. how long you had stared at those signs, wondering when your mother would return. eventually, you had decided that you couldn't wait any longer. and you had finally gone down the stairs of that motel, across the parking lot, and into the small diner. it was there that you would learn what it would take to survive. that a few carefully spoken words would set a plate with a stack of pancakes on it before you. that you would get hot chocolate with extra whipped cream, simply because you had said what needed to be said. you had watched the eyes of the woman who had served you. and you had understood that survival had always been at the tip of your tongue.

you had become what it took to survive. from a boy scout selling popcorn, to a newspaper boy. and eventually, when your voice had begun to deepen and your boyish features started to hardened, you became more. you had begun to set your sights on bigger scores. you had batted your eyes at one, you had offered the world to another. you had said you could show them art that would blow their mind. pieces that were saved for only those of an elite status. you had offered them precisely what they had always wanted. because as you had grown up, as you had watched these people from the shadows. you had been able to read them, to see them better than they saw themselves. and you used that to your advantage.

it had only ever taken the right set of words that granted you all that you needed to survive.

[bunnymajo]

So I've been thinking about changing Crackers' name, just because it was a name I didn't really come up with and the more I develop their character I'm wondering if it even suits them anymore? (for anyone new, Pop & Crackers were more bumblekast based characters where Flynn had already decided Cream & Cheese's opposite counterpart would be named Soda & Crackers, and I just kinda ran with it.)

Which makes this whole redesign of them to look more like a grain/sesame cracker kinda pointless but eh, I can always redesign it some more.

But since they're tied to Pop and by extension Cheese & Cream, I have to make sure it matches all 3 of them.

So a food name that matches with Pop:

Pop Corn (i'm not naming a child Corn)

Cake Pop (too cute)

Pop Rocks (fitting but also maybe a little too silly sounding..also Cheese Rocks isn't really a food)

Pop Tarts (I actually kinda really like Tarts. It matches really well with Cheese too...but poptarts is a brand, does that seem weird?)

I dunno. Maybe Crackers is a fine enough name. I just want it to be something I decide that suits the character and not feel like I'm stuck to it and look at all my options.

Little character bio just to get an idea of who they are:

Pop & Crackers are very sporty & youthful. Crackers wanting to be a top chao athlete partners with Pop to do all kinds of odd jobs to get by. They're both orphans but Crackers is older then Pop so they sometimes take the role of an older sibling and is very protective of her. (and vice versa, Pop thinks of herself as a Crackers' sister and caretaker) On a job Crackers is more of the muscle, but they're the voice of reason if Pop is doing something impulsive. Good with kids and animals.

I'm really open to critiques/suggestions/opinions here!

[calethelettuce]

The Sides and Their Signature/Favorite Desserts

I'm dedicating this blog to little un-canon ideas for SaSi, send me requests!!! Small TW, there's a mention of we3d and some minor cursing :P

✨Roman✨

- A red velvet, three tiered cake with cream cheese icing decorations so perfect you'd think it's a painting

"No baking skills can compare to the skills of the mighty Prince Roman! Prepare your feeble taste buds!"

- Might cry if one detail is slightly messed up

- Makes cakes for birthdays

⭐Logan⭐

- A simple thumbprint cookie, of course filled with Crofter's jam. Each cookie has a different flavor of jam!

"I don't bake often, however I will admit these cookies are satisfactory."

- The sides fricking adore these cookies and beg him to give them the recipe coughcoughROMANcoughcough

- One of his "guilty" pleasures

🌩️Virgil🌩️

- Triple fudge brownies, topped with a thin layer of chocolate frosting and purple sprinkles.

"I sat here and panicked over the oven. I think they're slightly burnt? Oh well. You're welcome."

- Actually scared of the oven, makes another sit in the kitchen just in case (normally Patton, who's honestly glad because he gets to eat the extra frosting and batter)

- Literally never shares (I think he's a chocolate fiend ok, change my mind YOU WON'T)

💙Patton💙

- Hand-filled raspberry jam donuts, topped with different frostings and rainbow sprinkles.

"Oh, good to see you, kiddos! I made donuts! Al-dough, make sure you don't eat too many at once!"

- The jam inside varies, although the others normally beg him to fill the donuts with Crofter's jams instead of the jam he normally uses

- Stress bakes just about everything, so there's never a lack of desserts in The Mind Palace

⚜️Janus⚜️

- Banana Chip Muffins, sometimes with chocolate chips in there

"I totally put something in these. They're poisoned."

(Translation: "I didn't put anything in them. They're safe to eat.")

- Don't let this guy near the oven, he will literally stand there with the door open just soaking in the heat

- Enjoys baking every once in a while, although Remus likes to try and sneak some weird sh1t in the batter

⬛Remus🟩

- W3ed brownies.

"These brownies are THE SH1T! Come ooooon, just eat one!"

- omfg don't even eat them please save yourself

- bakes as a joke and then the kitchen always ends up smelling like drugs

BONUS!

💤Sleep💤

- Starbucks Cake Pops.

"Seriously, babes? You expect me to care enough to bake? That's cute."

- Bro is obsessed with those things omg

- I don't even know what to say atp

💗Emile💗

Homemade Cookie Cats! They're a pet for your tummy!

"Well, if every pork chop were perfect, we wouldn't have hot dogs!"

- Really can't bake well, but he's trying

- He likes making the ice cream inside the best :3

🌈C!Thomas🌈

Will literally eat anything and make anything that sounds relatively good

"Who said I needed to have standards? Sugar is sugar!"

- I literally mean it, this dude will eat any sweet thing you give to him and then regret it 20 minutes later

- Remus almost got him to eat a we3d brownie lol

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Oh also shameless tag @thatsthat24 hi Thomas :3

[an-aura-about-you]

Hey! 👋🏻 Can you answer these questions from the “50 Questions Just Because”? #1, #8, #10, #14, #26, #33, #35, #49, and #50

Thank you so much!! ❤️❤️

Thank you for the ask! <3

What are three shows in your watchlist that you’ve been meaning to get to?

Funny that I come to this while I have my watchlist up! The first one on my list is finishing season 1 of UFOs. Besides that, probably just some of the many lecture series I have saved on Kanopy. I watched a few episodes about one on beer, and I watched one about violence in religion, and both of those seem interesting to pursue.

8. Do you collect anything? If so, what?

I collect pins! I have so many cute ones, and I'm always looking for more. Sometimes they add just the right touch to an outfit. I also have some rare pins, like a limited edition run of pins from a porn parody of Zootopia. (Yes, I occasionally shop at Bad Dragon.)

10. What’s your favorite kind of uquiz question? (Lyric, color, aesthetic, etc)

I'm just happy to be included. <3 But seriously, I really don't know. I guess my favorite kind is the unexpected/unusual one. So I guess none of the ones that fit the suggested ones?

14. What are some places where you feel most at home?

Primarily my condo, but also just the city where I live in general. I could have moved closer to my job, but I really didn't want to leave where I'm at, certainly not for something as fleeting as a job can be. I've been living in this area on and off for nearly 20 years now, and I can't really imagine living anywhere else right now. It's one of the most frustrating things about living in the southern US: it's actually very nice here except for the loud bigots hurting others and generally being awful and embarrassing.

26. Can you cook or bake? If so, what are some of your specialties?

The embarrassing thing for me is I went to culinary school specifically for baking, but I'm woefully out of practice. Some of that is not having to do it for a job anymore, and some of it is my disability making it difficult to do what I need to do for it. But I can bake a cake or cook a nice dinner with no problem. I like making what I call Lazy Wedding Cake, which is a traditional white cake with almond flavor and a cream cheese icing. The "lazy" part is that I just make it a sheet cake, no decorations or tiers, just a nice but simple cake.

33. Headphones or earbuds?

Headphones all the way. Earbuds hurt my ears. I mean, headphones do, too, but they do it less.

35. Describe your favorite stuffed animal, either now or from when you were a kid.

My favorite is a little anteater plush I got from the Memphis Zoo! We went there a few years back for my sibling's birthday, and I got it as a souvenir.

49. What’s your favorite thing to do when it’s raining?

This one I already answered, but to sum up: pajama day, comfort foods, and scary movies.

50. Describe your perfect sleeping conditions

It is nice and early for bed, it is cool enough that I can use my big soft comforter, the door is open so the cat can come and go as he pleases, I have no obligations the next morning, and it is softly raining.

[ultimateaclrecovery]

Made bunny cupcakes for Easter!

Carrot cake with cream cheese frosting and then marshmallows for ears and leftover chocolate ganache for the faces. Some of the faces came out cute! (And others did not get close up photos.)

They were too tall for normal Tupperware so had to go in the cake one, and one poor cupcake didn’t quite fit.

They were almost a complete disaster though because I just completely dropped the cupcake tray going to put them in the oven. And I almost cried. But luckily the cupcake liners collapsed and kept most of the batter nicely in them so I was able to recover most of it. But I did have to scrape the batter into new liners so it wouldn’t be so misshapen which was annoying and time consuming but better than misshapen cupcakes or even worse bo cupcakes.

I gave some cupcakes to the boy and brought some to a girls crafting thing. And obviously ate a bunch myself and still have some leftover. I hope the boy likes it when I bring him back goods. He’s always so polite about it but sometimes it’s hard to tell if he’s just being polite or he’s into it. I mean I’m making cupcakes regardless, but I hope it’s a positive and not annoying

[southerndragontamer]

Egotober Day 25: Cauldron

Patton couldn’t help but grin, giggling to himself as he stood over the giant pot on the stove. He felt a bit like a wizard over a potion cauldron, which was fitting considering the season and all the decorations around the mindscape. There was fake spider webbing, actually cute versions of spiders around, ghosts, jack o lanterns, bats, skeletons, you name it. There were even some with a bit of…bloody touch from Remus that was fine in small doses.

As he looked through his recipe book to think of what to make today, couldn’t ever go wrong with spaghetti and meatballs really he decided after a few minutes, he was reminded of the times the past week that the others had come into the kitchen and helped him make something.

Logan had come down first, a bit of a sheepish look on his face when he’d admitted an interest in learning food preparation and Patton had been ecstatic to take him into the world of baking, as he thought it would be more preferred to the logical Side as it needed precise steps. With his peanut allergy and how he liked things not completely sweet in mind, and of course his adoration for Crofter’s, they’d made jam thumbprint shortbread cookies with a bit of lemon to add that tartness. He remembered how Logan had eaten them alongside some finger sandwiches while they’d read together in the library later.

Virgil had been next, in the middle of the night looking for a midnight snack to calm himself down, Patton had talked to him a bit but hadn’t pushed on what was wrong as he’d looked a bit like a scared cat about to bolt. Then he’d gently coaxed him into helping him bake something. He knew that he liked something more subtle, maybe a little bit bittersweet and coffee, so they’d made espresso sea salt caramel semi sweet brownies and had them with a glass of milk while they’d talked about what had had him afraid until Virgil felt comfortable enough to sleep again.

Roman had been next, he’d come down in a sulking pout one day because of artist block and when Patton had seen how hard he was half glaring at his sketchbook, like if he could he’d set it on fire he’d redirected his attention with the offer of cooking. Roman loved strawberries and raspberries and he did not do subtle very well, plus he knew the prince liked to go overboard. They’d not only made a shortcake with layers of cream and mixed berry jam between the cake, but fresh bread and butter to go with pork chops, home fries and Mac and cheese. And Roman had been so delighted by the experience that he’d found his art again.

Remus had been soon after Roman, the Duke had almost scared Patton to death when he’d just popped up behind him. But when he’d calmed down he had kind of…not sheepish or embarrassed, he didn’t think Remus felt either of those things really, but sort of hesitantly asked if he could help make something. Patton had of course said yes and didn’t push why as he sort of felt it was a case of Intrusive Thoughts being too much even for Remus, though Patton had been the one in charge of knives. Remus was a bit like Roman in that he did not do subtle, and he liked contrasting flavors, and they’d made very messy, but very delicious subway sandwiches and a dirt cake with sour sweet gummy worms.

Janus had been the most recent, his opposing Side in a sense had just tapped his shoulder with a secretive smile on his face and asked if he needed help with dinner. Patton had naturally accepted and he knew that Janus liked things a little spicy, flavors that changed in your mouth from one to another like layers in an onion and that he liked lemon. They’d made chicken curry with rice and lemon bars. And they’d actually had a long talk that night that had gone from helping Patton with his issues on pushing too much to Janus’ need to hide when things got too much.

Patton knew things wouldn’t always be easy, there was him to worry over, Roman and Logan still needed to work through various things, but…so long as there was good food and someone to talk to. It would all be ok.

[mistydeyes]

if you’re not still taking pairing requests ignore this 👀

i’m 5’8, shoulder length black wavy hair, hazel eyes, abnormally pale (i do not go outside, thanks skin cancer genetics), and i have a fair amount of tattoos, most are visible if im wearing a short sleeved shirt. i’m a barista/cake decorator and have 4 cats. i speak english and some german, not good at math, and love anything science related. i fit in the alternative subcultures, just not any one in specific though i lean towards grunge and goth mostly. been obsessed with sleep token, depeche mode, the cure, and bad omens lately. i’m a very “sensitive and naive” person according to those in my life and i try to see the best in everyone. i also have a few chronic illnesses (POTS, hEDS, MCAS, and endometriosis) but im trying my best <3

Simon "Ghost" Riley (a/n I LOVE DEPECHE MODE thank you for this anon)

How you met: Civilian You hummed as you finished up another cake. This was your artistic outlet. It was a slow Sunday, not many events going on, so you were finishing up on some orders for tomorrow. The bell to the shop rang and you wiped your hands of icing to greet your customer. The man looked crammed in the small shop as his dark hair almost touched the ceiling. You thought he looked handsome despite the face mask that matched his dark hoodie and attire. "Here to pick up for John Price," he said gruffly and you went to the back fridge to retrieve his order. You were surprised as you pulled out the cake decorated with gold and silver icing. You remembered making it this morning, buttercream and red velvet if you remembered correctly. "Happy 40th" it read in delicate lettering as you boxed it up. You exited to find the man looking at his phone and holding cash. "Here you go," you said as you rung him up. "You look a little too young to be celebrating someone's 40th," you commented as you counted out the cash. "It's for my boss," he replied curtly, "got sent to pick it up before tonight." As you handed him his change, you smiled. "Well let him know I wish him a happy birthday," you said and sent him on his way.

Later that day, Simon knew he would be returning to your shop as that was some the best confections he's had in awhile. Something about the delicate buttercream paired with the rich red velvet made him want more. Plus it didn't hurt that you were the cute little baker who caught his eye with your face coated in icing and arms filled with delicate pieces of artwork.

A peek into your relationship: "What are we listening to?" you boyfriend, Simon, asked as you decorated some cupcakes. "Depeche Mode," you smiled and placed a little icing on his scrunched up nose. You laughed as you finished up another row of the small baked goods. "It sounds like an opening to a crime show drama," he replied as another song began. You rolled your eyes as he critiqued your music taste. "You just don't know good music," you joked as you added some finishing touches. These weren't for anything special but you knew Simon enjoyed some sweet treats before he left for deployment. You always made sure to give him a nice array of icing and cake flavors. You still couldn't believe he hadn't found a favorite yet. "If you can even call that music," he said under his breath before you presented him with a carrot cake and cream cheese delicacy. Maybe it was the cupcake but Simon found himself in better spirits. "I like this song," he commented as you began to clean up. You couldn't believe your ears. "What did you say?" you teased as you brushed off your apron. "You heard me, love," he said as he scarfed down another one. "Funny," you began to say as he looked at your curiously, "that one is called 'Ghosts again'."