#bakery queen

[thebarefootcajun]

A Dude, a Bakery Queen and the 4th of July

Walking into the village around eight o’clock a.m. one morning on a steamy, humid, day at the beginning of July. The villagers were making ready for the July 4th celebration. The whole village was adorned in red, white and blue with flags every imaginable place one could be stuck, stuffed, taped, flown, etc. It was one of the most special holidays of the year, in this town of Boulangerie, Bakery in English. It had the most fabulous, creative pastries, cakes, sweet dough pies and doughnuts of any place in a fifty mile radius. People drove for miles to stock up on items from this bakery, that is if any of the baked goods made it on the drive home.

The bearded, long gray-haired man appeared from the East entrance into town. Very much with the appearance of what a hippie of the sixties might look like, or just like the Barefoot Cajun, author of this story. It was a smallish village, population 399 and a friendly one, too, I might add. Usually when a person entered the village someone went out of their way to greet him. But today was such a busy day everyone seemed to be occupied with a task to do to get ready for the most patriotic holiday of the year. The stranger didn’t seem to have an agenda or a purpose. He just wandered the streets checking out places in the village. Now nothing wrong with that, right? Well, sometimes people can be a bit suspicious, not often that strangers visited the town, especially, this hippie type of dude.

Finally, after awhile, the dude sat in the village square under an oak tree to rest his weary body. He had an old straw hat that shielded the sun from his head and face. He slept there for a spell to gain his strength to go onward with his journey. As I stated before this was a friendly town, while the man slept not a soul approached him or tried to waken him. They just let him be. He slept for most of the afternoon and into the night. And the next morning that same dude was still there in the square sleeping.

Now the village people were truly getting suspicious. Who was this foreign dude? Was he alive. Of course he was they thought to themselves as they saw his chest rise and fall. In one more day the holiday would present itself and this man would be right in the middle of the old town square under the big oak tree where the stage would be for the celebration. A conundrum, what to do with this strange man who just happened upon the village of Boulangerie.

So one of the men in the village thought the dude might enjoy a loaf of bread. He thought to himself that no one could resist a loaf of pain Francais, French bread, from the Boulangerie. So off he went to buy a large loaf of bread straight from the oven. He put it in front of the man’s nose, and the man sniffed a couple of times and continued to breathe as if in a deep sleep. So the kind villager placed the loaf of bread on the man’s chest right under his nose so that he might continue to enjoy smelling the bread.

Throughout the day the last minute details were being set in place for the big July 4th celebration on the morrow. Every so often someone stopped by the man sleeping in the square right at the edge of the first step to the stage. He still had the bread under his nose and was still breathing. Nothing appeared wrong.

The villagers were now perplexed. What to do with this strange hippie dude. One woman had an idea that maybe if a beautiful maiden came along and blew into his ear with a tickling breath, the man might awaken. Especially, one of the fair maidens who had been queens in festivals for the year. Since they had tried a loaf of freshly baked bread, why not try the bakery maiden who had won queen at the baking festival. She put her gown and crown on and sprayed delicate perfumes on her body so that she might smell extra sweet and fresh. What man could resist the beautiful bakery queen. And nothing happened. He continued to sleep as if in a deep coma. The bakery queen had a major tantrum since she felt the man had rejected her. After all who could resist a bakery queen.

And then just as she was about to leave she tripped upon her high heel slipper and banged her head against the bottom step right next to the old dude. Together they slept purring gently blowing air upon each other. See, the bakery queen had slipped and rolled over on her side right upon the hippie dude.

Together the two had a dream that went something like this.

Two lovers sleeping side by side

One beautiful and the other more naturally beautiful

Their breath mingled as they lie there one atop the edge of the other breathing sweet breath into the other’s nostrils

Emotions of love molecules infused as one breathed molecularly into the other

The other reciprocated more naturally like earthy breath

And the mix was neutralizing

A beautiful young bakery queen

An old hippie dude

Infused into something of a natural wildflower arising on the South Louisiana Cajun Prairie

A beautiful mutation of two changed individuals

And the two awoke among spectators on the morn of the July 4th celebration in the village of Boulangerie

Slowly the lovers sat up and embraced each other

Such a surprise to both of them

They realized, a miracle had happened

A love infusion between two people, a beauty queen and an old hippie dude

Together they roamed the South Louisiana Cajun Prairie living off the honey of the land.

Barefoot Cajun, writer of short fiction

[lady-ashfade]

Hi I would like a slice of blueberry pie with Alicent Hightower please? ✨

Sworn To Me

´*: ･ﾟ⋆˒ Yandere!Alicent HighTower x Fem!Reader

Bakery Event is closed

╰･ﾟ✧☽ summary: the queen is caught between the whispers of her favorite lady in waiting.

╰･ﾟ✧☽ words: 969

╰･ﾟ✧☽ warnings: Yandere behaviors, Possessive, Crispy cole is not with her, This set before Viserys dies, I struggled with this one, manipulation, me loving women. 

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“Excuse me,” you mumbled and moved around the crowded hall, a pair of chatting ladies blocking your path. They sent you a strange look but moved non the less, so you continued with your way.

Life at the keep has been wonderful and very welcoming. The opportunity became clear when your father moved to kingsland at the request of the hand, you followed him in hopes of a better future. Maybe a handsome suitor will fall at your feet for your hand in marriage, yet you were offered something else in the mean time. A chance to be a Lady-In-Waiting for The Queen herself.

Alicent couldn’t keep her eyes off of you since she first laid eyes upon you at the way you carried yourself like sunshine. How beautiful your hair curled, how intoxicating the smile on your lips made her feel. The world seemed to not have touched you yet as you still sang of happiness and innocents. Something the gods must have wished for her — to keep you safe from harm and the cruelties that plague the realm.

As you made your way down the halls you made yourself walk a little faster, trying not to trip down the stairs with your skirts lifted in your hands. You nodded to every lord you passed by, never noticing the lingering eyes flicker down your frame. Once down with the steps you make your way to the old chambers were Your Queen resides. You smile at the guard beside the door. He stepped aside and opened the chamber door with you close behind him.

“My Queen,” you bond your knees and nod your head towards her. She turns from her gaze from out the window to you, your dress matching the same shade of hers.

The knight walks out and shuts the door behind him. Placing your hands together you walk closer and a bright smile forms. Around the queen sat a large selection of sweets that aways called your name and delicious wine made from peach’s, always making you feel good.

Alicent looked between the pastries you laid eyes upon and then back at you, and courageous smile appearing on her face before grabbing a plate herself. “Good morrow, Lady Y/n.” she twisted her tongue while trailing herself closer to the silver trays.

“Good Morrow, Your Grace. I hope the night was kind to you,” you asked sweetly.

Once she gathered a few small cakes she took a seat on the cushions and watched you while you did the same. How comfortable you seemed to always be in her presences. Or the bounce in your steps when you saw sweets, no matter the occasion.

“Fair enough I suppose, as it can be as of late,” she sighed and swirled the cup of wine to her lips. Taking a set across from her you begin to devour the sweets on the plate, your eyes brightening with eat taste.

Alicent kept her eyes on you and continued to watch you eat while something rooted inside her chest and made it sting. Rumors. Horrible whispers have spread to her ears about you — About a betrothal — something she couldn’t let happen. Having you married to someone else, it simply wouldn’t do. A man would crush your spirits, never show you the love you deserved nor treat you like she did.

“Tell me, have you anything important as of late to share?” Alicent questioned while the light made shades on her face and her eyes piercing into you.

Nothing of importance come to mind as you spent most of your time at her side, so not much has happened since the hours of leaving her to rest. “Nothing of note, Your Grace.” she only hummed in reply to think of something you could know.

“You’d never leave my side, would you?” Alicents voice stayed calm and honeyed with her words, and eyes curious above the cup now leaning into her lips.

You rushed to shake your head to deny, jumping almost at the edge of your seat to convince her otherwise.

“No Your Grace. I would never dream of leaving your side as long as you wish as such.”

“Then there has been no indication of a lord asking for your hand?” Alicent questioned you. Nothing to her words spoke to you, nor held any truth to them.

“There has been no word of any engagement of mine, My Queen I assure you. Whoever told you these lies simply must have misheard or played the feddle of lies.” You asserted. The next second you watch her rise to her feet, her dress falling off her lap and a beautiful shade of green you always recognize with comfort and warmth. Alicent stood just before you, and right above you and her difference in height now forced you to look up at her.

Alicent took her fingers and grabbed ahold of your chin. The mood shifted in the air as her presences changed to a unrecognized one, and slight fear dwelled within you. “I couldn’t have someone steal you away, your sworn to be by my side. No man can have you,” she harshly tightened her fingers. A darkness filled her eyes as she stared down at you, and the pain of her hold made you flinch — you had no choice but to obey.

“Yes, My Queen.” You quiver.

She let go and made a cooing sound and dropped a few inches downwards to take you into her arms in acts to comfort you. She rubbed your back with her warm hands and tried to soothe your state.

“My sweet girl, I appreciate your loyalty. I only want what’s best for you. As I am the only one who understands what you need.” She whispers before placing a kiss onto your temple.

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Christopher Walken, right, then known as Ronnie Walken, and his brother Glenn rolling out dough in their father's bakery in Astoria, ca. 1955. Both young Walkens were child actors, appearing in early TV soap operas such as The Guiding Light and The Secret Storm.

Paul and Rosalie Walken opened their bakery on 29th St. & Broadway in 1931, and the business thrived for several decades. Paul came from a family of German bakers, and most of the bakery's employees spoke German. One of them, in the early 1960s, was Lidia Bastianich, who years later became a celebrity chef. Her family, Italian refugees, lived across the street from the bakery.

The Walkens and their three sons, Kenneth, Ronald, and Glenn, lived in a five-story apartment house near the bakery at 30-83 29th St.  They later bought a house in Bayside. Rosalie Walken lived there until she passed away in 2010, at the age of 104.

Top photo: Getty Images/Connecticut Post Bottom photo: Victory Sweet Shop Facebook

[vxlkt]

I like you *2D-ifies your favs*

Redrew some scenes with this simple art style I really like and uhmm that's it

[thatrandomartistjavi]

I love it when men are devoted

[karokepandy]

Random drawings part 4 /Alice's wonderland bakery nonsense edition

(it's not part 4, but I forgot which part was the last one so...I'll keep going from here lol)

starting with these clowns

Bacon, tomato and lettuc- I mean, lemon sandwich

No! Not the hair!

Four feet Dad Hatter

Dad Hatter as a kid 🤷😸😸

Peppa pig fan

me with a poorly made meme in my backpack

Walking, there's nothing strange in this one...

I always wanted a car, bro 🍪

Finally, My honest reaction

Well that's all, because there's no more space for the others, hahaha...ha...

Eh, I'll upload them later, I hope you like these, and remember to drink water

[thebananaiscold]

Some of y’all already know who this is, but I’m gonna give a brief break down for those of you who don’t, lol. This is C.C, she was my very first oc, I made her when I was like 12, I think?, so 10 years ago. I made her when I was DEEP in my Laughing Jack obsession and was straight cringe (more so than now), I literally made her to ship with Jack. (Jack is shipped with two of my ocs, lol) Just for this scenario I thought about what it would be like if the two were friends and she worked at Ragz’s bakery, which led to me making these lil doodles.

@xxsweetoothxx

Some of its blurry cause it’s legitimately hard as fuck to draw small (especially using your finger)

[fishbred717]

From Noel Redding’s book

[that-chaoticace]

Sooooooo. Who plans on writing the Vampire World Bubbline fanfic¿ And why am I tempted to try as the world’s best writer who doesn’t write…

Psst— if some actually does though then @ me and I’ll read and kudos and jazz ;)

[necroticboop]

✦ Poison Apple Macaron from the Jolly Holiday Bakery at Disneyland [x]

[thatrandomartistjaviarts]

Finally got to drawing the season 2 characters

[babybulbasaur920]

i know the queen of hearts associated with twst is the OG from the movie, and it wouldnt really fit the fic trope, but for once i want to see these "dorm leaders meet the great seven" fics, have Riddle with this queen

for those of us who dont have kids/little siblings, this is the queen of hearts from the disney junior show, Alices wonderland bakery, about OG Alices great granddaughter (also named Alice) who as you imagine, runs a bakery in Wonderland. i know we love Riddle with the OG queen because theyre (duh) so similar, but i feel this would be a concept.

Plus, in the show she has a daughter, Rosa Corazon, so she has experience with the mom thing, so give us momma Queen, i beg you

OG Queen and Riddle being the ultimate law enforcement never fails to be great, but please i wanna see Riddle and this queen, who being in a disney junior show is much calmer and less into execution, just vibing in the rose gardens, her showing him the crazy tilly-willy tart that she has every morning or whatever, Rosa being like his little sister, all sorts of cute wholesome interactions can be had here, fic writers of tumblr

[imjulia-andilikecats]

It's Been A While

[vxlkt]

SWITCHEROO DAY !

[rainbowcatz123]

[gabineteolvidado]

Can you draw a picture of the queen of hearts and her family in my AU from the children oldest youngest in the order I put them in, PS they are afro Latin so they also have Spanish culture, and they're based off of the Alice in Wonderland Bakery Queen of Hearts, I would really appreciate it if you drew it please

Family Portrait

I had a fun time redesigning.