#baking and confectionary courses

[omppupiiras]

LOL i was thinking about this (fake) wedding cake project we had to do when i was in school and i checked if i still had pictures of mine...... it's more beautiful than i rememebered 🤩🍐 i mean who WOULDN'T want weird pears with faces as their cake toppers

[rosesbxrry]

Gingerbread

Pairing: Boyfriend! Jake X Girlfriend! Fem! Reader

Genre: Smut🔞(Minors DNI), established relationship! AU

Warnings: Dom! Jake, unprotected sex (wrap it up before you tap it), cream pie, heavy food play, fellatio (blowjob), throat fucking, making out, slight ass spanking, dirty talking, riding, slight slut shaming, Jake calling you a bunch a pet names (baby, baby girl, slut, doll, good girl), breast worshipping, praising/ degradation. Hopefully I didn’t miss out anything else. 

Summary: Gingerbread cookies; sweet and warm, perfect for the Christmas season as the smell overwhelms your shared apartment with Jake. However, what seems to be an innocent baking activity you spent with him for Chirstmas Eve turns into something more delectable than the confectionary.

A Holiday Special: ➜ Jake

| ➜ Heeseung | ➜ Jay | ➜ Sunghoon |

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Word count: 3,911 words

a/n: This was suppose to be posted 3 days ago but of course, in true fashion, I was late in writing it in time. I’m sure the mood for Christmas is already over but I’m determine to finish this as soon as possible (while enjoying writing it for u guys too). This would also be the second last fic for the holiday special so I hope u guys enjoyed it and Happy New year!

There is something special about the Christmas holidays that is imbued with a magical aura of warmth and happiness. It's a month filled with festive food, decorations, songs, and movies that overwhelm you with nostalgia.

You and Jake decided to celebrate the season together this year instead of choosing to be with your families and relatives separately. The plan was to spend Christmas Eve bundled up with blankets and matching pajamas, watching a bunch of movies on the couch while eating an unhealthy amount of snacks until Christmas morning. 

What initially begins as an innocent trip to the supermarket becomes a spontaneous shopping spree for ingredients to make gingerbread cookies. You weren't sure how the both of you ended up with that idea, but it proved to be regrettable further into the baking process. 

Jake is an awful baker (Jungwon would vouch for that), while you were manageable as long as the recipe was concise. Still, the odd pairing of each other's ability in the kitchen was bound to end in a mishap, which led to the scene of two people staring at a tray of cookies in the oven, hoping that it won't burn like the previous batch. 

By some miracle, you both persevere until the end; Jake places the last batch of perfectly baked cookies onto a drying rack while you whip some of the decorative vanilla icings to be placed on top of the confectionery. 

The large window of your shared apartment displayed the amount of time that has passed, the city night below illuminated as the moon and stars became the sole residents under the dark sky. Only a few windows appear lit at the blocks across, indicating the vacancy of the vicinity during the holidays. 

"We should never do this again next year." Jake groans beside you, pulling on his flour-stained apron around his waist. You chuckle when he plops down to rest his elbows on the kitchen counter, his chin on a palm while mindlessly in a daze with exhaustion on his face. 

You nudge at his side playfully, but he doesn't budge like a statue. 

"Did it take you that long to realize?" You said, gripping the whisk handle a little harder to work the powdered sugar and milk mixture together. 

He shook his head, and his wispy bangs followed his movement. "I knew the moment the first cookies looked like they belonged in the toilet." 

His deadpan response caused you to snort in amusement. 

"Why didn't you say anything?" 

He shrugged his shoulders. "Didn't want to ruin the mood." 

He leans down to your level to snuggle his chin on your shoulder, his nose slightly buried in the sweater you were wearing. A slight tilt of your neck to the side caused a bump of your head with his affectionately, continuing to work on the icing while he watched. 

"Well, when I'm done, we can cuddle on the sofa while we wait for the cookies to cool down. How does that sound?" You murmured. 

Jake nodded his head, but his chin clung to your shoulder, so you had to stifle a smile at how adorable he was. He looked like a puppy silently begging for his owner's attention but couldn't because he wanted to be a good boy and patiently wait for you to be ready. 

You've been dating for two years now, and you could interpret by the glint in his eyes when you suggested the offer that he was in dire need of some intimacy. 

Once the consistency of the icing satisfied you, the next step was to divide it into different bowls for the colouring process. At the same time, some of the icings had flown out of the mixing pot onto your index finger, which you instinctively brought to your mouth to lick it off casually. 

A disgusted grunt left your mouth, causing him to look at you curiously. 

"It's too sweet." You declared. "I think I put too much powdered sugar."

Jake watches your face and eyebrows scrunch up in annoyance, smacking your mouth as you inspect the flavour to find a solution to save it. His gaze was attentive on your lips, swallowing down the desire in his throat. 

"Can I have a taste?" 

"Sure, baby," You said without a second guess, reaching out to grab a teaspoon for him to use. "Let me just take—"

It took you by surprise when he grabbed your wrist before you could leave while his other hand held your jaw, bringing you closer to his face to kiss you. His plump lips capture yours as you close your eyes to relish how he moves to deepen the kiss. 

He tasted like warm bittersweet chocolate; the kisses candies he had a few hours ago still lingered. 

You reach out to cup his face, feeling his breath fan the high points of your cheeks. Jake tilts his head to the side, his movement firm as he wraps his arms around your waist, pressing you close to his body as you moan softly when he bites at your lower lip.

He licks the nibbled area sensually, signalling you to open wide to let his tongue slip past the cavern of your mouth, caressing your taste buds as you share one breath with each other at the heated moment. 

It made you wonder if he could taste the icing in your mouth. 

Jake slowly loosens the connection, taking one last lap at your puffed lips before moving away. Through lidded eyes, you watch him tuck the cushion of his bottom lip between his teeth; laboured breathing fills the space of intense silence. 

"If I tell you a way not to waste the icing," He whispered close to your lips, hands sliding up the ends of your sweater. A soft sigh escapes your mouth when his calloused fingers smooth your stomach. "Would you be down to get a little dirty with me?" 

Your cheeks burned at his suggestive offer— imagining how sticky the substance would feel gliding up and down on each other's skin, especially when it would be his veiny and large hands stroking the cream filthy across your whole body as you writhed under his lubricated touches. 

You almost moan at the thought of rubbing the icing on each other's private areas. 

Something throbs in you at the obscene act, an arousing feeling that makes you tug his hair on the back of his neck to press his body closer to yours. 

You didn't need to verbalize the agreement; your action speaks louder than words as he smirks against your jaw, pulling at the strings of your apron on your back. 

"Then let's take off our clothes, yeah?" 

One by one, articles of clothing slowly piled on the kitchen floor, stripping each other naked until you realize how chilly the winter night felt biting your bare skin. However, the moment Jake's lips kissed you eagerly again, you felt the flame blooming inside warming you up. 

Jake mouthed sloppily, his tongue darting back and forth in your cavern forcefully as his nose bumped against yours. You hungrily push back, saliva collecting under your tongue that it was impossible not to make erotic wet sounds as the kiss turned messy. 

"Ahhh— Jake," You whined, throwing your head back when you felt the icing on his hand grope your breast. 

He had quietly gathered the sweet cream in his hand, smothering it on your chest in a circular motion. He smears some on your hardened nipples, feeling yourself melt when he fondles the nubs with his slick thumb with the right amount of pleasure.  

"Look at you, messy girl." He cooed. "Why don't you do the same for me, hm? Can my girl make me nice and dirty?" 

Slick was beginning to drip from your folds, the idea of food play turning you on more than you thought. You scope up a decent amount of cream on your palm before spreading it across his toned torso, and Jake immediately groans at the sensation. 

"Jakey, you're so hot." You drawled. 

You drag your hands up to his chest, grazing on his nipples as his hips jerk at the contact, breathy moans escaping his deliciously puffy lips. His bangs had fallen to cover the upper half of his closed eyes into an enticing view.  

With a covetous gaze, you gradually draw your touch lower past the dips of his hips before you rub his hardened cock, letting the icing coat his length deliciously. 

"Nghhh— fuck." He let his head fall into the crook of your neck, his abdomen tensing up as you started moving your hand up and down his thick and warm cock. 

Precum drools down from his head before it mixes with the cream, the mixture becoming agonizingly slippery against the underside of his pulsating veins as you fasten your pace, craving more friction to satiate his carnal desire. 

Jake's panting grew heavier against your skin and watching him completely crumble made you itch to ruin him more. A shaky moan slips from his throat, catching your wrist in a tight grip when you tease his swollen slit with your thumb back and forth, shuddering at the sudden pleasure shooting through his spine. 

"Shit— fucking tease…." His muffled accusation tickled your collarbone, whine an octave lower through gritted teeth. 

You wanted to laugh, but it died in your throat when one of Jake's hands grabbed your ass from behind. The harsh squeeze he had on the ample flesh got you whimpering in either pain or pleasure; at this point, you weren't sure anymore. 

"My cute girlfriend thought she could tease me and get away with it." He said, his nails slightly digging into the skin.

You wince at the prickly sensation but respond while feigning innocence. "You look like you enjoyed it, so I didn't want to stop." 

You gasped when he spanked your ass with enough power, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed throughout the space. You curl your toes in anguish as the stinging pain becomes waves of immeasurable pleasure. An incoherent moan poured out, your pussy clenching in its juices as you buck your hips with mouth agape at the way your clit was throbbing uncontrollably. 

It was an unexpected impact, enough to make you squeeze your shaky thighs together. 

Fuck, that felt so good you almost came. 

"Naughty girl thinks she can talk back now." He whispered directly into your ears, kneading the tender flesh with a satisfied look at your state after wearing his temper thin. 

The sticky residue of the cream did nothing but accentuate the desperation clawing in your stomach. 

"Should I occupy that little mouth of yours with something sweet? It looks a bit too empty." He kisses the underside of your neck, grinding his wet cock with icing against your stomach to show you what he means. 

"I thought I couldn't have dessert without dinner first?" You challenged him sweetly. 

Jake's chuckle is almost sinister, finding your taunted response amusing, although he already gave you a taste of punishment. Of course, you would use something he used to say against him at this moment. You love to do it to rail him up even more, and he also finds himself enjoying it. 

"I'll make it an exception this time." He baited, licking his bottom lip in anticipation. "So stop being a brat and get on your knees for me." 

You slowly descend to rest your weight on your knees on the kitchen tiles, kissing his bulbous head after wrapping your hand around the base of his lengthy cock. 

Jake leaned on the edge of the countertop, and lusty moans rambled in his throat when you took the tip in your hot mouth, tongue swirling around the slit to dart at the sticky mess. 

He tasted sweet in your taste buds. 

"You look fucking sexy down there, baby girl" He gathers your hair lightly, watching you from above with a dreamy look. "How does it taste? Good?"

"It tastes amazing…." You mumbled, leaning an inch lower to take one of his balls into your mouth, sucking at the tight and heavy sack like a treat while looking up at him with big and innocent eyes. "Wanna taste you some more." 

The visual of your lewd face and the sensation of you slurping his balls like a lollipop— his eyes rolled back at the pleasure, chewing at the inside of his cheeks as his length twitched and grew agonizingly hard. 

Jake took a fist full of your hair at the back, and you let him guide your mouth to take him, eyes squeezing shut as he pumps his dick in and out of your mouth. Your hand held onto his thighs for support, letting him hit his head at the back of your throat. 

"That's it, eat it up. Fucking take all of me in." He hissed. 

The force of his hips pistoning your mouth with his cock had you collapsing into a teary-eyed mess, but you persevered— bobbing your head to match his rhythm, suctioning to take more and more of him into your mouth. 

Every time he thrust in until your nose was flush against his pelvis, you ran your tongue all over his length— tasting the sweetness of the cream with an undertone of his bitter precum. 

Jake let out a frustrated growl, needing more stimulation to reach his high.

"Open your throat, baby girl— let me fuck it." 

You whimpered as he scraped his fingers harder on your scalp, mercilessly fucking your throat until the corners of your mouth spilt with the filthy mixture obscenely. Trying hard to relax your jaws and cheeks, you fought the urge to gag over his cock and squeeze his thighs hard as every inch of him was seated in your mouth. 

You were deepthroating the living daylights out of him, and Jake loved every second of it, his climax nearing its peak. 

"Swallow my cream like a slutty girl, got it?" 

His filthy encouragement only made you moan, and as soon his hip staggered with one final hard thrust, he came into your mouth. His hot seed spilt down your throat, swallowing the liquid with the remaining facial strength you had to spare. 

His grip on the back of your head softened, watching you drink up his cum as he held the base of his cock to milk out whatever he had left. 

"Fuck, such a good slut cleaning up her mess." His praises filled the silence. "She deserves to come on my cock, don't you think?" 

You hummed eagerly in response as you licked every inch of him sloppily— the way you knew he enjoyed it. 

Jake thought you looked breathtakingly hot as he pulled out to smear his sensitive tip on your lower lip. A deep flush on your cheeks, chest heaving up and down, a few tear stains evident on the corners of your eyes, and figure weakly slump down on your knees, soiled with residual icing. 

He tugged you by the arms to help you get on your feet. As he wraps his hands around your waist, you clutch onto his shoulder blades for support, resting your body against his at how weak your knees were. 

Jake gently snuggles on the crook of your neck to mumble close to your ears. "How would you like it? From the back? Or the front?" 

"Wanna ride you." You breathe out. 

He grinned like he had expected that answer. "Had a feeling you'll pick that."

Jake hauled his body onto the kitchen countertop, pushing away utensils that were in the way. With whatever miracle, he manages to manhandle your exhausted body up on the marbled surface, letting you straddle him as he lay flat on his back. 

It was an awkward position— his long legs dangled at the end with some visible remnants of the gingerbread baking situation left. Still, the way he gripped your hips to situate your pussy on his cock, rubbing your folds over his length, had you clawing at his chest. 

"Oh my god." You cried out, seeing stars as you rolled your hips harder, his cock rubbing hard on your cunt as the wetness started pooling on your inner thighs. 

The knot in your stomach was burning you on the inside. 

Jake chuckled darkly with his pupils blown out below you, albeit shivering at the overwhelming stimulation after just coming. 

"My good girl wants to use me like her personal fuck toy after I stuffed her mouth full with my cock, right?" He huffed out, rapturously gazing at how you moaned at his words. "You want that, don't you?" 

"Jaeyun—" You choked out when your clit made contact with his hot length so deliciously that you began humping him desperately like a dog in heat. Your pussy was clenching around nothing as the sensation made you dizzy with desperation, thighs burning at the fatigue. 

"Fuck, I need you. Please." You begged. 

"I know, baby girl." He whispered slowly. "I need you too." 

With one hand kneading your ass to lift you slightly in the air while the other gripping his shaft, he lines your slit with his tip and probes your entrance to let him in. 

"C'mere and ride me." 

With your pussy already drenched after sucking him off, Jake easily stretches you open as you descend his cock. The noises that came out your mouth were music to his ears, your gummy walls clenching around his girth so tightly as he buried himself deep inside your cunt. 

"So wet," He rasps, absolutely enamoured by the bliss overwhelming his body. "Move for me, baby girl." 

You start by bouncing lightly, palms resting on his chest as you move your hips. When you lift all the way up, you make sure to sink back down until his cock fills you to the brim. The pace was begrudgingly slow, still adjusting to his size as you moaned softly with every thrust. 

"That's it, doll." He said, thumb circling the apex of your hips soothingly. "You're so pretty— so perfect for taking me well." 

Your pace was getting faster and rougher, face flush at the way he poured sentiment words to fuel you up. It caused you to tighten your walls around him, making each drag of his cock going in and out of you much more gratifying. 

Jake soaked in your lovely features, his eyes moving down to watch your boobs bounce with the movement of your hips. Your tits were nice and hard— lusciously erect, urging him to twirl the nub between his fingers teasingly until you cried. 

It didn't help that some icing was still on your breast, dripping down when it mixed with your sweat. Jake had to bite down hard on his lips to prevent himself from melting on the spot. 

Call him juvenile, but it turned him on beyond reason at how pornographic the scene was, his slit dribbling out with more precum inside of you. 

You didn't understand the power you have over him, crying and choking in your speech as you grind over his cock shamelessly with your hands around your cute tummy. 

"Wanna taste this pretty set of tits." He said, and you pulled your legs apart as he sat up to fill the spot between your legs. 

He licks the swell of your breast before taking a nipple into his mouth, engulfing the peak with moist kisses and suckling. He kneaded the flesh tenderly with his other hand, flicking the other nipple with equal attention. 

"So sweet," He hummed, switching to the other pebbled nipple to tongue it as your mewls grew louder, rocking your hips to his pace. "My pretty girl tastes so good in my mouth." 

The lapping of his lips on your nipples had you hissing at the intensity, especially when he was still balls-deep in you.

His lips let go of your nipples after abusing the tender flesh, returning to lie down on his back, but this time, he made sure to keep your legs wide open, the sole of your feet resting on the surface for him to see your hole stuffed with his cock. 

"Ahhh—hahh–Jake–" You whined, leaning back to rest your palms on his thighs to balance your body. Although it did make you redden at how exposed you felt in this position. "Fuck, Jake. I can't— too deep….."

"I know, baby." He reassured you, holding your ankles to keep you at bay at his side. "But I need you to keep bouncing on my cock. My good girl can do that for me, right?" 

You nodded obediently, rolling your hips back and forth to continue fucking your slit with his cock. Your pace faltered with each minuscule movement of you going down on his dick, but Jake took this opportunity to thrust you up sharply to meet you halfway.

"Not yet," He groaned, noticing you show signs of slowing down. "A little bit more, baby." 

The loud and wet clapping of your ass hitting his thighs echoed in your shared apartment, and your face twisted in ecstasy when he took charge and slammed his cock into your sweet spot. He rammed the spot continuously, splitting your pussy open thrust after thrust. 

There was a reason why Jake needed you to be in this position; having access to play with your swollen clit as he pounded into you from below was sure to morph you into a blubbering mess. 

"So, close." You buck into his fingers when he thumbs your bundle of nerves, the knot in your stomach is keen to burst into millions of pieces as he switches between circling and tapping your clit with precision.

"Jake– Jakey, please fill me up." You break into a fit of sobbing, rolling your eyes back. 

Jake sighs in desperation as well. "Wanna see you cum, baby." He did everything he could to keep you high in the clouds with pleasure— his hips and fingers never ceased even for a second, utterly devoted to making you undone. "Wanna fill this sweet pussy nice and full with my seed." 

His voice coaxed the earth-shattering orgasm that ripped your body into shreds; the view of the ceiling was the only thing you see when you throw your head back when you come on his cock. 

Jake took a few more thrusts before he released his milky load into your cunt— your brain could barely register any ounce of rationality in your brain, body going limp as he rode your orgasm steadily. 

You lay down on top of him, feeling him pull his cock out to let his cum drip out of your tight hole. His hands found themselves around your body, pulling you into a sticky pile of embrace with him as you basked in the relief washing over you. 

You felt completely raw and fucked out that you could barely keep your eyes open. It was warm and sweaty, so different from the cold winter that prevails outside. 

"Jake," You swallowed, breathing through your nose as you tried to calm your beating heart. 

"That was…." 

"Intense?" He asked. 

You shook your head. "Amazing." 

His chest vibrates as he laughs, kissing the top of your head affectionately as pride swells in his heart at how spent you looked. 

The smell of cinnamon slowly wafted through the kitchen, reminding the two figures that they still had dozens of freshly baked gingerbread cookies that needed to be decorated. 

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A Holiday Special: ➜ Jake

| ➜ Heeseung | ➜ Jay | ➜ Sunghoon |

[fallenvampette]

Sal x Baker!Reader

{Sal Fisher x gn!reader}

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🍰 when you first moved to Nockfell, you were nervous that you might not make any friends,, anxiety tingz

🍰 though those worries were quickly dismissed

🍰 one day while you’re baking you hear a knock on your apartment door- who could that be?

🍰 you open the door to see a blue haired boy and a taller brunette, before you could ask what they were doing at your apartment, the taller boy smiled

🍰 “it smells good as fuck in here- you know the scent is traveling into the hallway”

🍰 “oh,, I hope that isn’t an issue! I was just baking some sugar cookies-“

🍰 “cookies? would it be cool if we could try some?”

🍰 you smiled at the two boys, excited that this could be a new opportunity to make friends! you invite them in and they practically devour your entire tray

🍰 it becomes a habit for them to stop by your place to see what new goods you come up with! you eventually learn that the tall one’s name is Larry, and the blue-haired boy is Sal

🍰 when you start school with them, you’re beyond eager to meet the rest of the gang

🍰 right off the bat they automatically adore you,, finding your hobby of baking cute

🍰 over time as you start getting more comfortable you begin bringing in treats for your friends, and they live for it

🍰 “what do you put in these, y/n?” Ash asked, taking a bite out of one of your brownies

🍰 “a good baker never shares their secrets.”

🍰 “touché.”

🍰 though, a certain boy takes a liking to something other than your amazing sweets

🍰 Sal finds himself looking forward to seeing you,, he enjoys your company more than anything

🍰 as the two of you grow closer you begin to invite him over to hangout, he enjoys helping you bake and being your taste tester!

🍰 over time, the lines between friendship and something else entirely different begin to blur,, but you both don’t seem to mind it

🍰 you can’t tell me that you guys wouldn’t fight with the frosting

🍰 Sal takes a dollop of vanilla icing on his finger and placed it on your nose, laughing

🍰 “why you little-“ you giggle, attacking him with the other can of frosting

🍰 you confectionary fight ends with the kitchen being a complete mess, including you two,, frosting is scattered all over his mask and your hair- how did you guys even get here?

🍰 as you guys clean up the kitchen, you enjoy chatting about random things,, whether that be about ghosts or video games, it didn’t matter

🍰 Sal loves hearing you speak about things you’re passionate about

🍰 “y/n?”

🍰 “yeah, Sal?”

🍰 “do you maybe want to hangout this weekend?” you couldn’t tell, but he was blushing profusely under his mask.

🍰 he was certain, he was going to confess to you,, he adored everything about you! from your love of baking to your laugh, even your small habits he picked up on

🍰 of course you accept his offer, eagerly looking forward to seeing him again as well

🍰 the weekend comes by quickly,, and you find yourself lounging around with Sal in the kitchen

🍰 “I brought something for you.”

🍰 “really?” you perked up. “you didn’t have to get me anything, Sally.”

🍰 the nervous teen reached into his back, shakily pulling out some type of recipe book

🍰 “I- really like you y/n. it’s fine if you don’t feel the same, but I had to get it off my chest.” Sal smiled under his mask. “I love hanging out with you- and not just for your desserts.”

🍰 his last line made you chuckle- did he rehearse this? frankly it didn’t matter, you were beyond ecstatic that he felt the same way you did

🍰 “oh, Sal.” you move in, leaning closer to him. you gently placed your hands on his mask, waiting for his permission to remove it

🍰 Sal just nodded, he trusted you,, and so you lift his mask up to reveal his lips

🍰 you both lean in and seal your lips together. it seemed as though time stopped for you two as you both focused on the other’s presence

🍰 “I like you too, Sal. I have for a while.”

🍰 “thank god- I think what just happened made that obvious as well”

🍰 you laugh, before you can respond the oven dings. signaling that your baked goods are done

🍰 “oh shit- my muffins!”

🍰 Sal just laughs, feeling like the luckiest boy in the world to have you as his now. even as you scramble to get your now burning muffins out of the oven

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[knightinink]

Do you have any Gregstophe headcanons?

I do! I may mainly be a Dip blog, but I love me some Gregstophe as well! Dip 🤝 Gregstophe gotta stick together, after all!

-Gregory is an early riser, & is very punctual about always being on time, even for waking up. If his alarm goes off at 5am sharp, he's awake. Christophe not so much, & I like to think he's more of a night person. "All ze interesting things 'appen at night." Gregory's heard many a time, but he still encourages Christophe to wake up & go to bed at the same times he does. This stopped however, after one mission in particular had exhausted the Frenchman (who was also injured pretty badly), & now Gregory lets him have his own schedule that is more accommodating to him.

-As a kid, Christophe dealt with his emotions by digging a hole (or a short tunnel) & would sit down there until he felt better. Not necessarily good, but a bit better. He still does this into adulthood, but now he "digs a hole in his mind", as that's usually more convenient, & retreats into his head until he feels better (not disassociating, just shutting everything out that's going on around him; like he put earplugs in). When he's with Gregory, the other notices this behavior & buys him an iPod with some headphones so he can listen to music rather than the silence of his thoughts.

-I've mentioned this here before on this blog, but I like to think Christophe just has a natural knack for baking, & he's very talented at it! He'll never admit it, but everything he makes & sits out on the counter, plated intricately & purposefully, are things he made for Gregory. The Brit has next to no idea what he's doing in a kitchen, so he's always amazed at what Christophe is able to make. (& he knows that those sweets & confectionaries are made specially for him, as they are always something he enjoys or something he mentioned in passing once, & Christophe isn't a huge fan of sweet things).

-I don't really see either of them as "having a pet" sort of people, but if they ever did I could see them getting a cat (Christophe has put his foot down on a "no dogs ever" policy). Gregory would keep it well-stimulated with maze feeding bowls & toys where you need to figure out how to open it to get treats out of it. Christophe would insist on turning a part of the house into an "exercise space" for the cat, drilling little platforms into the walls for the cat to jump onto, & he would spend a lot of time playing with it, but he calls it "exercise training". The cat's favorite spot to sleep would be on the backrest of Gregory's chair in his study, or in Christophe's rocker in the den. It's name would, of course, be something ridiculously high-class, yet hilarious at the same time.

-If it's Christophe who does the cooking, then it is Gregory who does the driving. Christophe gets road-rage too easily when he's behind the wheel, & has crashed & totaled at least 3 cars. No longer wanting to worry about him (or paying more & more insurance fees & new cars), the Brit is the one who now drives them everywhere, both casually & on missions (the casualness will come later in their lives).

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

It's getting to be the end of year holidays, soooo....

Somehow through social shenanigans Esme winds up "volunteered" to cook a big holiday meal for hospital doctors, nurses, and other staff. Maybe Carlisle brought in baked goods one too many times, idk.

For whatever reason she's able to do this without meeting any humans. ("Oh, my wife has agoraphobia and social anxiety, but I'll bring the food over to the venue.")

Cue Esme suddenly cooking for, idk, 300 people.

1) What's Esme cooking?

2) Do any of the kids help? What do they each make / do to help?

3) It'd be really weird for Carlisle not to attend, but there's also the law to keep. The kids manage to "eat lunch" in school cafeterias. Does he go? Does he bring any of the kids?

4) How do people think of the Cullens after this? Weirder? Does it help their cover? Is the secret in danger?

... I know this is sounding like a fic, but I'm way too ADHD to write it. Really all the backstory is just an excuse to ask how you think the Cullens would interact around a stereotypical "big holiday dinner with cooking and tons of guests" despite, you know, vampires not having those.

Honestly, I could see Esme volunteering herself to do this. She doesn't need sleep, can run the oven all day, can make perfect confectionaries at hyperspeed, she was born for this.

It's also telling she pounces on the opportunity to make Bella food.

As for not coming in, she could be 'busy' that day and Carlisle has to bring in all the food by himself. I'm sure his colleagues already wonder if he even has a wife at all or if it's made up.

But back to your questions.

What's Esme Cooking

Cookies. Easy to do in large batches, bake relatively quickly, so you can pump out a lot of them in a relatively short amount of time without monopolizing the oven too much.

There's also so many fun holiday things you can do with cookies to decorate them. You can make them neat shapes, do frosting, do exciting cookies that aren't the norm recipes, you name it.

You did say holiday meal but I can't imagine the hospital is that much of assholes to make one single woman cater for an entire hospital staff. That's ridiculous.

If they did force that on her I imagine she'd make some kind of serve yourself catering, where the food can be separated out for people with dietary restrictions and placed above a small burner to keep it warm.

Basically, you're asking Esme to cater.

Do Any of the Kids Help?

No.

They feel bad for Esme but the kitchen is her domain and they can't cook. They'd just take up space in there.

Does Carlisle Attend?

Yes.

He eats the food and has to vomit in a toilet sometime later.

Is the Cullen Cover Blown?

No.

This is typical Cullen behavior on all accounts.

The Question You Seemed to Want to Ask

You really should have asked about the Cullens being stuck at a big holiday dinner. As this set up they'd wriggle out of it with ease. Though, personally, I think a relatively small holiday dinner would be much much worse.

The Christmas party, you can disappear fairly easily as no one's paying you too much mind. In this scenario, probably only Carlisle shows up and he gets by fine vomiting in the bathroom later.

The kids don't attend, being too teenager to compute, Esme doesn't attend because 'she's sick', and htey have a surprisingly good holiday dinner that they forced on one miserable woman that they must all secretly hate to do this to her.

If the Cullens as out of towners have been pity invited to a Christmas dinner, where someone was stupid enough not to lie and say "we're out of town" or "we're doing something ourselves this year" then that would be much worse.

Then they have to pretend to be fucking normal people.

(Of courses, even then, no one would ever invite them because they're terrifying looking and they'd weasel out of it.

... Unless post-Breaking Dawn Bella insists on having Christmas dinner with Charlie.

But that's an entirely different can of worms.)

[wardenred]

Flufftober 11: Sweet Tooth

Another flashback about Miq and Elair from Champagne Problems being sweet together.

“What is this?” Elair asked weakly, his eyes fixed on the outrageous confectionary creation that dominated Miq’s desk. It could be, he supposed, called a cake, if one was seriously into underestimation. He was more inclined to call it a baked tower.

There were four tiers to it, the bottom one made of spongy, syrup-soaked biscuit the color of rust. If he squinted, he saw bits of crushed berries peeking out of the pastry’s pores. Next came a thick layer of airy meringue, rough with handfuls of nuts that contrasted with the gentle swirls of colorful, creamy frosting. The third level, as far as Elair could tell, was mostly some sort of soft whipped cheese, perhaps with crumbled cookies mixed in, and it alone looked like the most divinely delicious thing he’d ever witnessed. At the very top, perched like a regal crown, lay a spiky ball of hard-baked dough that was likely a lot more brittle than it looked and, if he were to make a wild guess, probably contained a lot of filling. The entire arrangement was adorned in intricately crafted flowers that combined sugarwork and real petals dusted with a fine sheen of edible gold.

Elair couldn’t fathom how much effort and skill went into constructing the entire thing. Or how much money.

“You said you were too tired to go out tonight,” Miqualis explained, coming up to pull him into a loose hug from behind. “And I know you always crave something sweet when you’re tired, so I wrote to my family’s chef this morning and asked them to come up with something.”

“But... what’s the occasion?” Elair quickly ran all possible dates through his mind. It was ages until his birthday. There were no successful exams or school projects to celebrate in the middle of the trimester. They didn’t have an anniversary, unless Miqualis attributed some extra special meaning to “eight months, two weeks, and three or four days.”

He felt Miq’s shrug against his back. “You’re too tired to go out and you have a sweet tooth. Isn’t that enough?”

“But. This.” Elair gestured helplessly at the egregious dessert in front of him. “You could have just ordered an apricot pie from the tavern down the street. Or a bar of chocolate.”

“Yes, but you have apricot pie and chocolate bars all the time.”

“Only because you keep geting them for me!”

“Well,” Miq said sensibly, “that’s why I’ve decided to shake things up.” There was a hint of vulnerability in his voice when he added, “Do you... not like it?”

Elair exhaled slowly through his nose. This is why this isn’t going to last, he reminded himself. Because he does stuff like this, as if it is totally normal, and I’m—me.

I’m just me, and I can’t even let him know.

“It’s just too much,” he said. “You shouldn’t have.”

“Why not, though? Listen, the cooks at the estate are bored. My father and sister are away on some boring business trip, and my mother is attending her fourth cousin’s wedding. They’re lonely and lost. I just found an excuse to give them a sense of purpose! And to make you smile, hopefully. Are you smiling?”

“I’m somber as can be,” Elair said, but it was really hard not to grin when he turned his head and met Miq’s eyes. “Thank you. You’re very thoughtful, especially to the cooks. Do you even have a knife in your room, to cut this monstrosity up?”

He was going about this all wrong, wasn’t he? He was supposed to be saying something different, curtailing all those ironic responses that he always fell back on when he was flustered. He was probably hurting Miq’s feelings, he was—

Miqualis grinned back at Elair and leaned in for a quick kiss. “Of course I do. I’m taking Rituals and Sacrifices this year, remember?”

“Oh the gods. Please don’t tell me you’re going to cut the cake with the same blade you used on some poor dead rabbit fetus.”

“It was actually a mummified bullfrog, and I know three different purifying spells.”

“You know what? I’ll just practice conjuration.”

This couldn’t last. Not forever. Not in any conceivable version of the future.

Then again... Elair was literally here to learn how to make impossible things true.

[ariadne-mouse]

Here is a silly little ficlet for the prompt "Essek bans cupcakes". I hope it gives you a smile!

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“Your house, your rules,” Beau had said when the Mighty Nein arrived at Essek’s new home, kicking off her shoes and leaving her staff by the door.

This had been a lie.

Part of the blame lay with Essek, of course.  The Mighty Nein were a walking maelstrom of chaos energy, and Essek should have known better than to expect anything different for some paltry reason like “being in Essek’s house”.  

So when he told Jester not to make a mess in the kitchen… well.

The kitchen was a battlefield (batter-field?) of flour, egg, milk, sugar, chocolate — the ingredients for cupcakes seemed to be everywhere but in the bowl.  This was no matter, he told himself at the time.  His mastery of Prestidigitation could clean up a murder, even a culinary one.

Cupcakes did eventually get into the pot-bellied iron oven, and came out again smelling like confectionary heaven. The mess intensified.  Essek was only heartened by the respectable platter where finished cupcakes were congregating, generously frosted in fanciful colors.  Jester was an artist in this as she was with everything else, it seemed.  It took a great deal of dexterity to pipe tiny buttercream penises with such detail.

Finished cupcakes meant Essek was closer to being able to vanish the mess.  So close!  He couldn’t wait.

But of course, then he made another mistake: he voiced this opinion out loud after a cloud of powdered sugar turned his fruit bowl into a frosted relic of Eiselcross.

“You know Essek, you haven’t really experienced baking if you aren’t getting a little messy,” Jester told him.

“Oh, I am very much experiencing it,” Essek hastened to assure her.

It was too late, of course.  The gleam was in Jester’s eye.

“You’re looking very clean,” she observed.

“Don’t—”

Splat!

A cupcake was adhered to his forehead by its mound of cosmic-swirl buttercream.

A cupcake.

On.

His.

Forehead.

“Jester!”  

He was irate, almost beyond words.  The indignity.  

Jester seized a number of other cupcakes and fled, cackling.  “CALEB, YOUR DESSERT IS READY IN THE KITCHEN!!”

“Hm?” Caleb happened to be coming from the other direction, and peered into the kitchen after Jester passed him by.  When he saw Essek's predicament his hand shot up to cover a smile.

“Cupcakes are banned,” Essek intoned dryly.  He raised his voice to reach Jester.  “Banned forever!”

“Are you enjoying your housewarming party?” Caleb said, drawing up next to him, laughter in his eyes.

Essek pulled the cupcake off his face.  A large splotch of icing remained.  Some of it was in his hair.  “You know, very much,” he replied finally, helpless not to smile back.  “Very much.”

[parfumieren]

Happy Birthday, Mata Hari...

Today (August 7th) is the birthday of Margaretha Geertruida Zelle MacLeod-- the dancer, sex symbol, and spy better known as Mata Hari. What scent best suits the occasion? Perhaps the ghost of the guest of honor will guide my hand...

First, a bit about Margaretha. Forcibly transplanted to colonial Java by a philandering husband, this young Dutch-born mail-order bride found comfort in studying traditional Indonesian dance. A local dance troupe proved supportive-- as did one of her husband's fellow Army officers, with whom she absconded from her marital prison. In 1897, she renamed herself "The Eye of the Day" and freed herself from domestic bondage for once and for all.

Today, we remember Mata Hari as an infamous World War I double agent whose life ended in front of a firing squad. But in her heyday, she - alongside Isadora Duncan, Loïe Fuller, and Ruth Saint Denis - ushered in an era of "sacred dance", which incorporated tribal, ceremonial, and contemporary movement, fusing East and West.

In fact, it's this sense of emerging from one matrix to immerse oneself in another that makes Mata Hari and Guerlain's Elixir Charnel Oriental Brûlant a heavenly match. At once simple and sumptuous, Oriental Brûlant excels at bridging cultures through scent as deftly as its namesake did through dance.

It begins with a dense sweet top note that says "vanilla" in as many languages as it can. As it progresses, it becomes more transparent, ascending from deepest plum to the aforementioned misty mauve, where it seems to pause and hold its breath. There it remains for hours and hours-- comforting, reassuring, never cloying or annoying, a mystical scent meditation.

Inasmuch as Spanish jijona turrón, Italian torrone, French nougat, German marzipan, Czech turecký med, Israeli halvah, Turkish loukhoum, Indian halwa, Japanese yōkan, and American fudge all lie on the same confectionary spectrum, one can trace the path of a single idea spurred by common hunger across a hundred national boundaries in its quest for manifestation. And actually, candy isn't a bad metaphor for Oriental Brûlant, which smells like an imported sweet concocted from honey, orangeflower water, and almond paste layered between fragile sheets of rice paper. It's an uncommon dessert of the high-calorie variety. It may be an acquired taste for some, but not me-- I was charmed by it from the first.

A side note: Oriental Brûlant is tinted pale mauve, a hue historically associated with a number of contradictory social conventions. Invented in 1856 by Sir William Henry Perkin, "mauveine" dye became popular as a half-mourning color for women in transition from a state of bereavement. By the Gay Nineties -- dubbed the "Mauve Decade" by social essayist Thomas Beer -- the color had amassed a following among artists, poets, and mystics whose social and sexual mores ran counter to those of the establishment. Oscar Wilde, Aubrey Beardsley, Aleister Crowley… and of course Mata Hari.

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In my perfume travels, I have found to my dismay that all saffron perfumes smell alike in the end. What seemed extraordinarily novel the first time I encountered it (in Olivia Giacobetti's Safran Troublant, to which I remain imperishably hooked) now seems as uniform as if die-stamped by machine.

Time and again, saffron is paired off with the same old partners -- rose, cardamom, steamed milk, sandalwood -- only to end up carrying them all on her broad back. I'm certain she gets weary of these arrangements, but is too mild-mannered to say so. Like a superhero recruited not to some global justice league but the local PTA, she gamely offers to run the next bake sale, knowing full well she'll end up saving the world.

What if saffron took a holiday?

Histoires de Parfums' 1876 Mata Hari is one of the best saffron perfumes I've ever smelled... only it doesn't have a lick of saffron in it. All of her usual dance partners have gathered in one place to scratch their heads at the saffron-shaped vacancy in their midst. Where is she? they're thinking. Not me: I'm getting too big of a kick out of watching the gang sweat bullets at the prospect of doing all the heavy lifting.

Luckily, everyone pitches in and gets this baby off the ground. Rose and sandalwood know all the steps, and lychee provides the fresh perspective of a newcomer to the scene. Substitute cumin for cardamom? Yes, please-- it makes for a slightly more ballsy drydown in place of the usual oeufs à la neige. All together, 1876's components do such a good job of filling in for the missing piece that you'd swear she was present and accounted-for the whole time.

If Guerlain's Oriental Brûlant is our antiheroine all dressed up in her stage costume (beads dripping, headdress sparkling), I'd have to say that 1876 is Mata Hari in civilian clothes. To be sure, they are beautifully cut, perfectly proportioned, and wildly expensive as befits the wardrobe of a demimondaine-- but they are unobtrusive enough to allow her to pass through society without attracting too much attention. So skillful is 1876's air of olfactory misdirection that, applied with a light touch, it could make the wearer damn near invisible.

But perhaps that is exactly what you want. After all, a good spy does well to remain incognito.

Scent Elements: Tonka bean, almond, vanilla, styrax, clementine (Elixir Charnel Oriental Brûlant); bergamot, orange, lychee, rose, iris, violet, carnation, cumin, cinnamon, vetiver, guaiac, sandalwood (1876 Mata Hari)

[piperallegheny]

Fennec's Confectionary ♡ General Information

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♡ About the business: A small, relatively well hidden street corner confectionary and bakery that emanates warmth and mouth watering smells from early in the morning to late in the evening. Originally a family business rooted in Pennsylvania, Fennec’s has just recently appeared in Saintes along with the arrival of its newest owner, Piper Allegheny. Despite the change in location, Piper’s proud to say she still follows the centuries old coveted Allegheny family recipes. Boasting a wide variety of baked goods, unique candies, and specialty coffee brews prepared fresh each and every day, Fennec’s offers sugary treats that are sure to sweeten any supernatural’s senses. ♡ History: The Alleghenys were a long-standing familiar bloodline with reputations as resourceful and wise tradespeople. During the early 1700's, old Roe Allegheny was the first of his lineage to finally set down permanent roots, exchanging his caravaneer lifestyle for a small slice of land in Pennsylvania. He and his wife, a human named Edith, turned to farming as a means of income and found good profits from their work- enough so to turn their home into an inn only a stone's throw away from the nearest town. It quickly became something of a safe haven for travelers of all sorts to seek shelter, drinks, and home cooked meals at. It wasn't just the hospitality that made the Allegheny Inn so popular however. Edith had a way with baked goods that alone had customers forming lines at the inn's doors in the early mornings. Gingerbread, cream filberts, eclairs and more- Edith's recipes were the inn's secret weapon.

Roe and Edith's only son Fennec, born in the late 1700's, continued to build upon the family legacy long after his parents passed. The young familiar successfully kept the inn in steady business before his first troubles arose around 1855. The county sheriff William Magill had recently opened subtle investigations into numerous rumors of the inn being a front for supernatural beings seeking refuge in the town’s shadows. The rumors were all true of course- Fennec had started keeping tabs on any other supernaturals that frequented the area, often helping them flee into Toronto to evade bounty hunters and the likes. Despite this, it seemed Fennec was always one step ahead of the sheriff and his pesky officers.

By 1859, Fennec had consistently outsmarted sheriff Magill and his protégé shreiff Patterson, tiring the second lawman out after only his first year of duty. The newest sheriff, James Grahm, would prove to be a bit more stubborn than his peers. Grahm believed the rumors to be true, but also recognized the failures of the sheriffs before him. Knowing Fennec was a witty adversary, he turned to the freshly established Pinkerton Agency to assist him in the investigations. At that time many of the agents had already passed the sheriff's tales off as little more than ghost stories and superstitious banter, and after a month had gone by without any solid evidence being uncovered to back the town's rumors, the Pennsylvania Pinkerton operation decided to recall the town's party. Their departure left sheriff Grahm and his reputation in the dust. It was another win for Fennec and the town's supernaturals, however it would be very short lived.

In the summer of 1860, the Allegheny Inn burned to the ground in the middle of the day. Grahm and his officers investigated the "accident" and claimed it was simply an unfortunate act of God. Fennec was quick to refute the claim, arguing that Grahm surely had more to do with the incident than God did. The public dispute turned physical, and the sheriff's lackies jumped in to overpower Fennec. They brandished him a heathenous outlaw, and promptly ran him out of town.

With nothing to his name and nowhere to go, Fennec had no choice but to return to his family's old way of life. He wandered the outskirts of the Appalachians, exchanging his foraged goods and camp services with travelers. It brought in just enough money to keep him alive, but Fennec wanted more than mere survival. He started saving up, keeping portions of his meager earnings tucked away in hidden caches along his trade routes. By 1905 he'd accumulated enough money between the caches to open a small rest stop further up in northern Pennsylvania. It wasn't much, but Fennec was optimistic. In a few years time his mother's recipes would become something of a staple for locals and newcomers alike, and grow the business into the bones of a bustling new enterprise: Fennec's Confectionary. Only a handful of years later Fennec would meet a young Earth elemental named Ruth, and the pair birthed their only son Jack in 1918. Jack took to working in the town's mines while Fennec and Ruth lived out the rest of their days happily serving the confectionary until Ruth's passing in 1967. Following his mother's death, Jack left the mining industry and started working alongside his father. Fennec passed away in 1991, just a year after Jack married a female familiar named Selene.

Jack and Selene struggled to conceive a child for years until their miraculous pregnancy finally came. On October 4th, 1995, little Piper Allegheny was born. Not much is publicly known about the Allegheny family after this, though it's said Jack and Selene had some sort of falling out to the point where she decided to up and leave her husband and daughter overnight. Piper completed highschool and moved out of state briefly to study business management at the University of Virginia. After graduating she promptly took over Fennec's, and only a few months into officially owning the business Piper relocated to the new supernatural safe haven in Saintes, Louisiana.

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♡ Business type: Bakery/candy shop

♡ Current owner(s): Piper Allegheny

♡ Hours of operation: Mon-Sat, 7am-7pm

♡ Bakers & Baristas: Piper Allegheny, TBA!

♡ Confectioners: Piper Allegheny, TBA!

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[iamatish]

All you need to know about Patisserie and Confectionary Course

Do you want to be a pastry chef? Do you spend a lot of time in the kitchen baking delectable cakes that make everyone go crazy? Then a career in Patisserie and Confectionery may be a good fit for you. This article will walk you through the entire process of launching a career by enrolling in a Patisserie and Confectionary course.

What is the difference between a bakery and a confectionery?

Baking is the process of using dry heat to cook food in an oven or microwave. The amount of steam produced by baked goods can affect the degree of heat dryness. Bread rolls, cakes, pastries, puddings, and other baked goods are examples.

Confectionery is the art of manufacturing sweets (foods high in sugar and carbs).

Confectionery is classified into three groups:

Sweet pastries, cakes, and other baked goods made with flour are referred to as flour confectionery.

Sugar confectionery includes sweets, candied nuts, chocolates, chewing gums, patellae, and a variety of other items.

Chocolate confections (chocolate-based confections) and sugar-free sugar confections are classified separately.

A bakery and a confectionery are fundamentally different in that bakeries sell baked goods such as bread, cakes, doughnuts, cinnamon buns, croissants, tarts, and éclairs, whereas confectionaries sell sweets such as truffles and sweetmeats. Bakeries and confectioneries are typically combined in one location. 

How do you become a pastry chef or a baker?

Pastry chefs who have done ss play an essential role in the baking and cooking processes, and those who have done diploma in bakery and confectionery have the authority to direct bakers. To become a pastry chef, you must first enrol in a bakery and confectionery courses. When you become a trained pastry chef after getting a certificate course in bakery and confectionery, you can either work as a professional in the high-demand baking industry or start your own pastry and bakery business.

Kick Start Your Journey of Becoming a Pastry Chef with ITM

The Institute of Hotel Management at ITM offers a Diploma in bakery and confectionery, which is designed to lay the groundwork for future pastry chefs and bakers after completing bakery and confectionery courses. The curriculum for the diploma in bakery and confectionery is intended to teach the fundamentals of baking procedures, ingredient listing and measurement, and various technical types of equipment and their mechanisms. This one-year diploma programme provides a solid foundation for those who want to work as a professional chef, baker, or confectioner.

Learn Basic Baker Skills at ITM

As a Baker, you'll make buns, doughnuts, croissants, bread rolls, loaves, cupcakes, and other baked goods while incorporating your own creative flair into the basic recipe. ITM focuses on on-the-ground knowledge that delves deeply into the practical aspects of bakery and confectionery courses.

[theinsanecrayonbox]

Stupid random idea I had since I decided G3!Dex works at the Coffin Bean: Them bringing cookies to Drama club for Lukas cause 'they were just gonna throw em away'.

oh i love that. of course Musette would disapprove though, because a) this is a drama club meeting/practice/closed set and you're not a member, and b) we're in rehearsal, you want to ruin the actors' voices with baked confectionaries! c) because Musette is a prissy pants and does not vibe with Dex for very mutual reasons as we all know ^^; of course, the rest of the drama club/cast would be excited, and Lukas is very appreciative. so i could see Dex coming in on a weekend set painting/building session (which Musette may or may not be there for) with a couple boxes of things (because hey boss person, if you write it off as a "donation" you'll get credit for the day old stuff (or you know, use up whatever's not selling fast enough before it expires), and local brownie points). and again, the stage crew are thrilled cause free food, and Musette can't complain (either at the time, or after the fact) because in this case, the session was "open to volunteers" and oh look, Dex was *volunteering* >P

[justalittletomato]

🖋 feral

Feral!

Not to be confused with his uncle Feral, this Feral is the youngest of the lemon loaves so aptly nicknamed due to their color as well as habit of looking live loaves as babies.

Held the title of baby of the family until little Miss Danica surprised everyone.

Feral is quick, smart and dangerous to go up against, he is not ask bulked up as his older siblings but the boy gives a brutal punch and kick. He is also deadly with his saber so best watch out.

He much prefers baking to cooking and would rather learn about the caring for plants rather than the uses like the twins. "But I will of course want to know all about the herbs"

He tries to make light of situations as someone needs too in the family.

The boy is very much attracted to other boys and falls for a fellow Nightbrother he meets during his time in the rebellion. While Feral is more open about his affections, his dear Vulkan takes time to fully let himself relax into their relationship.

He gets along best with his cousin ASter and Eris, they are the most sensible! Danica is a close second she is a great judge of his baking confectionaries especially if its chocolate or orange.

[great-pink-owl]

Apples

Rating: T | Izzy/Maia

Maia bakes, Izzy is smitten. That's it, that's the plot. Adorable girlfriends.

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Pushing open the door to the small apartment, Isabelle is immediately assailed by the scent of vanilla and cinnamon, the balmy air tasting spicy and sweet on her tongue as she inhales the delicious aromas. She smiles, delighted, and moves deeper into the apartment. She pauses, leans casually just inside the archway of the kitchen to take in the scene before her. Can’t suppress a fond chuckle at the sight of Maia staring down baked goods in her pajamas.

The young Alpha stands at the center of the chaos, hands fisted on her hips, loose red tank top dusted in flour and sugar, glaring the steaming mixture on the stove into submission. Her curls are a wild halo around her head and the humidity in the air leaves a fine sheen of sweat on her dark skin that makes Izzy want to reach out and run her fingers over every exposed inch of flesh. Around her, the kitchen looks like a war zone. Apple peels litter every available surface, the sugar is flopped over like a drunken sailor, its contents spilled across the linoleum floor below.

Izzy’s heart clenches. It’s the most beautiful disaster she’s ever seen.

“At least I’m putting these apples to good use,” Maia mutters, casting a quick grin over her shoulder before turning back to her bubbling confectionary concoction. She stirs it gently, sprinkles in another pinch of aromatic spices and hums in satisfaction.

A couple of months prior, Maia helped smooth the transition for a pair of brothers wanting to move to New York.  They’d inherited their late grandfather’s apple farm but, having been recently turned, they were largely unfamiliar with the politics and customs of the Downworld, were unsure how to start the relocation process.

Maia, beautiful, amazing woman that she is, had been quick to absorb them into her pack, introducing them to the important figures in the local Shadow World and teaching them about what it means to be part of a pack. In return the brothers had gifted her with a massive bushel of fresh apples from their first harvest.

That had been just a few days ago, and while Maia has already given away a large portion of her haul to her packmates and friends, she’s now using the remainder to make apple pie, pecan apple crumble cake and what appears to be cinnamon apple sauce.

Izzy has a sneaking suspicion the pie is for Alec. Maia knows her brother has a terrible weakness for sweet things—though he’ll deny it with his dying breath—and even though she would never say it aloud, the wolf has developed a fond attachment to the Head of the New York Institute.

The thought makes something warm and tender unfurl in Isabelle’s chest and she finds herself moving without conscious thought. She curls her arms around Maia’s middle and nibbles sweet, sticky sugar off the slender curve of her neck. “The pie’s for Alec, isn’t it?”

“No…” Maia grumbles, pausing to press a quick kiss to Izzy’s cheek, smearing flour across her face in the process. “The cake is. The pie is for you.”

Isabelle grins. She considers herself many things; fiercely loyal, intelligent, dangerous…but a chef she is not, and this makes her all the more appreciative of her girlfriend’s culinary prowess.

“Mmm, you’re the best,” she whispers, peppering a line of hot, open-mouth kisses down the column of Maia’s throat, nimble fingers creeping under that loose red tank top to press against the warm, smooth skin of her stomach.

“Of course I am,” Maia scoffs haughtily. The effect is ruined by the breathy quality of her voice, the uptick of her heartbeat.

“How much longer do you think you’ll be?”

“Not much. The apple sauce is about done, I already shipped your brother’s cake off via Daylighter Courier Service,” here the Alpha grins deviously, “and the pie should be coming out of the oven in about 7 minutes.”

Izzy hums in appreciation. “Excellent. In that case, I’m going to run us a bath and you can join me while the pie is cooling.” Pressing another quick kiss to Maia’s shoulder, she untangles herself from her lover and leaves to do just that. She has the rest of the evening free and plans to spend it worshiping her girlfriend.

And eating pie.

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[mldnightxxrain]

[ zoey deutch, cis gender female, she/her. ] ✧･ﾟ is that [ hope solo ] who just stumbled into town? rumour has it that they’re the [ 25 ] year old child of [ han solo and leia organa ] from [ star wars ]. i’ve also heard that they’re [ loyal ] but [ stubborn ] and have [ 2 ] sibling(s). i could almost swear i heard [ fall in line by christina aguilera ft. demi lovato] playing when they appeared. // @scatteredintros​

𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙲𝚂:

Full Name: hope breha solo Aliases/Nicknames: n/a Age: 25 Birthday: october 31 Zodiac: scorpio  Occupation: resistance pilot Homeplanet: chandrila 

𝙿𝙷𝚈𝚂𝙸𝚀𝚄𝙴: 

Height: 5’5 Hair Color: brown Eye Color: brown Scars: n/a Tattoos: n/a FC: zoey deutch

𝙵𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙻𝚈:

Mother: leia organa Father: han solo Siblings: 2 -  Notable Relatives: luke skywalker, uncle

𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝚃𝚈:

Sexual orientation: bisexual Romantic orientation: biromantic Gender: cis gender woman Pronouns: she/her Species:  human, force sensitive 

𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈:

Traits: loyal, outspoken, clever, fierce, smart, caring, giving, stubborn, persuasive, insecure,  Alignment: chaotic neutral  MBTI: enfp-t Enneagram: type 4, the individualist  Archetype: the magician   Hogwarts House: hufflepuff Element: water  Pop Culture Kins: thena from the eternals, anakin skywalker from star wars, luisa madrigal from encanto, wanda maximoff from the mcu, mal from the descendants, elphaba from wicked

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙲𝙴:

Level of Sensitivity: highly force sensitive. she’s literally 1/4 pure force. skywalker genes are strong.  Signature: hope’s force signature is a vast ocean. when she’s happy , the water is  crystal clear , calm and sparkling. when she’s angry it’s a raging storm of tsunami levels.  neutral is just  still water. sad is lots of rain and waves, like a monsoon. she has a very complex relationship with the force, and has spent the majority of her life figuring out which path is for her.

𝚂𝙺𝙸𝙻𝙻𝚂:

Languages: basic , huttese , droidspeak, shyriiwook  Weapon(s): lightsaber, blaster  Strengths: intuition, persuasion, talking herself out of situations, baking, playing sabaac Weaknesses: playing holochess, opening up, second guessing herself 

𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜/𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙴𝚕𝚜𝚎?:

hope’s favorite cake flavor is lemon cake with blueberry filling and cream cheese icing. 

she’s a complete dice gremlin. she collects them.

she’s not good at holochess, even if she enjoys it.

her ears are pierced, and one has a stack of multiple in silver jewelry 

hope’s favorite season is autumn

𝙿𝙰𝚂𝚃: 

hope was born on a chilly autumn day in chandrila. her name came easily. “ help me obi wan kenobi , you’re my only hope “ …. “ rebellions are built on hope. “ these very important says impacted the world of the solo-organa family, and thus made sense to name their daughter that. and so , hope breha organa was born. the early years of hope were filled with fun , laughter, and happiness. not a moment wasn’t spent without her siblings. they were always together , getting into trouble , doing typical sibling things.

as a child , one of her favorite things to do was to fly the millennium falcon with her father and uncle chewbacca. she was a natural pilot, of course, taking after her father. 

as a child , hope enjoyed playing sabaac with her father and “uncle” lando calrissian. she was actually very good , even at a young age. this was the first time in her young life she showed force powers - intuition. she was very , very good , and the only way anyone could beat her was to cheat. that’s why to this day , she’s never beat lando - he cheats almost always. hope also started taking up an interest in baking as a child. it started as helping out her mother in the kitchen , making cookies and muffins for the solo men. hope eventually began making cakes , pies , and other sweet confectionary treats. it became a tradition for hope to make the birthday cake for whoever’s birthday it was.  once , she tried to use what mechanic skills chewbacca had taught her and attempted to make a droid. this droid would be helpful in the kitchen , acting as an extra set of hands for hope. she named him C4-K3. unfortunately , it didn’t go as planned and the droid caught fire , almost burning down the solo family house. after that , C-3PO began overseeing hope’s baking when her parents were unavailable. 

despite living happily with her family , the siblings were often left to their own devices or in the are of their family’s protocol droid for a nanny. leia was busy being a senator. han was busy being … han. time spent with their parents was precious , but not often. at least they had each other to entertain themselves.  

when hope was just ten years old, she was sent to go train with their uncle luke at his jedi praxeum. in all honesty , hope never wanted to be a jedi. she saw herself as growing up to become the galaxy’s best professional sabaac player , or perhaps opening up her own bakery. but eventually, training in the force actually became one of hope’s favorite things. she was quite skilled at mental uses of the force , and as her mother knew from early on , intuition was her strongest skill.  she also found that she could communicate via the force and would often send messages to her siblings that way. 

when the war started, hope knew what she had to do. she joined her mother in the resistance and joined an x-wing squadron. 

𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃:

hope was pulled into the town during the war between the resistance and the first order. snoke is still alive and in power. her friend poe had just gone off on a mission to hopefully get a piece of the map to lead to wherever her uncle had disappeared off to. (basically - during the events at the very beginning of episode vii.)

she is desperate to go back home and finding her family.

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Essential Pantry Products You Must Have in Your First Kitchen

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Essential Pantry Products You Must Have in Your First Kitchen

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Setting up your first kitchen is going to seem like a daunting task. After all, there are so many different utensils, dishes, and pots and pans you are going to think you must have. And then, of course, you must stock items in your pantry too. It can be enough to make you feel like this adulting thing isn’t going to work! Thankfully, it is easier to stock your kitchen pantry than you think, and we are going to share the ten essential pantry products you must have. 

Cooking Oil

There are many different types of cooking oils available, but you can get away with basics like olive and canola oils. 

Spices

You will find that many dishes will use the same types of spices. Those are the spices you will want to stock in your pantry first. A few spices we recommend starting with include salt, pepper, cinnamon, oregano, basil, and cayenne. 

Nut Butter

You can never go wrong with a jar of nut butter in your pantry. Besides using it to make sandwiches, you can scoop some out to make peanutty sesame noodles for dinner. 

Pasta

Since this is your first kitchen, you may be working with a budget when it comes to meals. Pasta is cheap and quite versatile. It also lasts a long time, so you never need to worry if you happen to overstock this item. 

Rice

Rice is another cheap pantry item. You can easily make rice as a side dish to complement any meal. However, it can also be the base for burrito bowls and so much more. 

Canned Beans

Not everyone loves to eat beans, but if you do, you must keep at least a few different varieties in your pantry. You can use these beans in salads and soups, or you can make bean burritos. 

Broth

No one loves to eat really dried out foods, which is why we recommend keeping a few cans or boxes of broth in your pantry. They can easily be used to add liquid to any dish without comprising the flavor like plain water would. 

Flour

Flour is a basic staple that must be in every pantry. You can use flour to thicken a sauce or bread meat to fry. Of course, you can also use flour to bake bread and other dessert items. 

Sugar

Sugar is another must-have pantry staple like flour. While regular sugar is a must for most people, you may also want to keep brown sugar and confectionary sugar on hand too. 

Tuna

Whether you purchase your tuna in a can or a pouch, it is an excellent item to keep in your pantry. You can whip up some tuna for a sandwich or add it to many different types of dishes for a main meal. 

These are ten of the essential pantry products you must have in your first kitchen. You may decide that a couple of these won’t make sense in your kitchen, due to what you eat and don’t eat. So, feel free to replace those items with the ones you know you will actually use in your new kitchen.