#baking prompt

[voonroo]

Baking?

The sound of running water filled the bathroom as you scrubbed the dirt off your hands. Deuce stood, leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed as he watched you clean your hands. You had been doing some yard work outside of Ramshakle after school when Deuce showed up with a bag of baking ingredients.

You had completely forgotten about the promise you had made earlier this morning, with having to worry about Grim and your studies throughout the day the promise of teaching Deuce how to make some simple pastries had already escaped your mind by your second class.

That leads us to where you are now. Rinsing the soap off your hands and using your elbow to turn off the faucet, you reach for the hand towel hanging up before a silly idea pops into your head. You turned toward Deuce, whose resting expression was always neutral. You raise your hands as you take a step closer to him.

“Achoo.” You whispered before flicking water at him, the clear droplets landing on his face. Deuce’s face scrunched up as the water landed on him.

“Why?’ He looked genuinely confused, maybe even betrayed.

“Sorry, you looked like you were zoning out a bit.” You gave a small, apologetic smile before quickly grabbing the hand towel and drying your hands. Without even thinking, you raised the small towel to Deuce’s face, gently patting the water off his face. He didn’t resist as he closed his eyes and blood rushed to his cheeks, coating his face in a light blush.

“Ah- wait- uh…” Quickly realizing your actions, you stuttered a bit as you lowered the towel. Deuce brought his fist up to his mouth, clearing his throat quietly as his eyes looked away in nervousness.

“Sorry about that.” “It’s… It’s alright.”

An awkward silence followed.

“You, uh… what are we going to bake?” Deuce asked quickly, ready to get out of the awkward situation as he backed up from the door of the small bathroom. His eyes looking everywhere but you.

“How about some cupcakes?”

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[seaside-writings]

Prompt #1,074

"Can you take the cake out of the oven, please,"

[fawnandshadows]

Fawn Fest - Devil's Delight

Prompt: Baking would be fun (and maybe also disastrous) but perhaps with the sisters? or with Cassian? hehehe from @nikethestatue

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Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Slight Angst

“The secret to my chocolate cake,” Elain said, standing on her tippy toes as she opened the wooden cabinet. “Is Hershey’s Special Dark Cocoa Powder,” She stretched a little more, desperately trying to get the tips of her finger on the container on the highest shelf. “It gives it,” Elain let out a little grunt. “The really nice dark color.” 

Elain felt the heavy presence of Cassian come up behind her, maybe an inch of space separated their bodies, as he reached up and easily grabbed the container of cocoa powder. 

Even though Cassian was only 22, he had the muscles of an Olympic God. She had no idea how he did it, but she wasn’t complaining. Especially not in the summer when their family would spend their days by the pool swimming and tanning until they were so exhausted they ended up crashing in the living room with some movie lulling them to sleep. And she definitely didn’t mind during the fall, when their families would get together for their annual flag football tournaments. 

Elain, Cassian, and Rhysand versus Azriel, Feyre, and Nesta. 

Whenever they won, which wasn’t as often as Cassian and Rhysand would like, Cassian would lift Elain over his shoulder in celebration. There was something about the ease in which he handled her that left her breathless, or maybe it was all the blood rushing to her head as her head landed somewhere by his tushy and her feet flailed above his head that caused her to feel so light headed. 

“Are you sharing secrets with me, Lainy?” Cassian teased, his warm chuckle sounded right next to her ear and reverberated through her body. He leaned forward just a bit, his brown hair falling over her shoulder, and Elain pivoted just slightly towards him and hoped he didn’t notice the slight pinkening of her cheeks. 

She told herself it was the early September chill that caused the shiver to creep down her spine. 

“Yes, one of many,” Elain teased as she pointed a finger and pressed it into his hard chest. “And you’re the only one who knows, so you better not tell.” 

“Just how many secrets do you have, Lainy?” Cassian grinned with a raised eyebrow, his hazel eyes bright. 

Cassian moved his arm to rest against the counter, effectively trapping Elain. She ignored the cords of muscle that flexed beneath his dark skin.

​ “That,” Elain said, nudging his arm out of the way with her hip. “Is none of your business. Now,” She grasped the container from his hand and tried to break free of the bicep that was barricading her to the counter. “Do you want to bake Nesta’s birthday cake or what?’

Cassian dropped his arm immediately. His face turned startlingly serious, the kind of expression Elain imagined he wore when charging down the football field or across the baseball diamond or even in the ballet classes he did on the side to stay active. If Cassian set his mind to something, then he was nothing but pure grit until he achieved it. 

It was one of the things that Elain admired most about him. 

He had one of the busiest schedules she'd ever seen, but he never complained. He still found time to be with his friends and family, and he made sure to give everyone his undivided attention. And he always tried to make everybody's day better. 

So, when he came to her and asked for help to bake a cake for Nesta’s birthday, Elain didn’t hesitate to say yes. 

Cassian, with all of his determination, had been trying to win over Nesta for as long as Elain could remember. The second he laid eyes on her, Elain saw the interest spark in his hazel eyes. She saw the curiosity that curled his lips into a grin every time he was in the same room as her — It was a shift on a biological level, as if something in Nesta called to him. 

She saw the way that Cassian hardened his heart just a little every time he watched Nesta with someone else. Someone that treated her poorly, someone that Nesta didn’t even like. Someone that would hurt Cassian just as much as it would hurt Nesta.

So, Elain pushed aside her silly little crush and agreed to help him. 

Her smile never even faltered. 

Despite the dull ache in her chest and the constant pain that scratched at her heart

“First things first,” Elain said, taking a deep breath as she stepped away from him. “Preheat the oven to 350,”

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Her cheeks hurt from smiling. 

They physically ached, but Elain couldn’t stop it.

Not as she saw a flour coated Cassian looking at the standing mixer as if it had committed the worst kind of betrayal. 

“How could he do this?” Cassian grunted, leaning forward with one hand on his hip and the other on the top of her pink kitchen-aid. 

Cassian, in all his eagerness, went three speeds too high on the mixer and a mushroom cloud of flour erupted in the kitchen.

At some point Cassian had tied his hair into a messy bun, but a few strands of inky hair had fallen forward. Slightly blocking his handsome face from Elain’s view, but Elain could still see the hard line of his jaw that was popping out just a bit.

“It’s not a big—” Elain cut herself off as Cassian’s hazel eyes shot to her face. He inspected her face, bringing one hand up to her flour covered face. 

Cassian delicately ran his finger across her plump cheek, brushing off the flour that had puffed out of the mixer, and adding a little more to the white haziness in the air. 

Elain hoped that there was enough flour left on her cheek for Cassian not to see the blush that his touch created. 

“Blake betrayed us.” Cassian said, his dark brow pinching. 

“Blake?”

“The mixer.” Cassian stated, grabbing a clean dish towel to gently clean up her face. Her chin was delicately tucked between his fingers. 

“Its name is Blake?” Elain asked, ignoring how closely her lips came to touching his fingers. The distance between the two heavy and charged.

“There’s always a Blake,” Cassian grumbled, his warm breath scattered over her face as he worked. Elain felt strangely unsettled being the center of his attention. “Always.” 

His brown eyes were trained on her, and Elain vaguely wondered how much flour was on her face that it took him so long to wipe it all off.

Elain slowed her breathing, her eyes trained on his face as he worked, and she wondered what was going through his mind. 

“What are you thinking?” Elain asked, unable to stop herself before the words rushed out of her mouth. 

Cassian paused, his hand stood still on her cheek, and he looked at her. 

Really looked at her. 

He let the towel fall and used his fingers to tuck a lock of golden hair behind her ear. 

“I am thinking,” Cassian said, his eyes looking into hers. He tilted her chin up, his fingers scorching against her skin. Cassian paused for a moment, and Elain could see that he was mulling over what words to say — but that concentration was broken by the dinging on his phone. “That we should do this more often.” 

Cassian gave her an easy smile. He dropped her chin and tapped her on the nose before backing up and taking his phone out of his pants. 

“It’s Az,” Cassian said, and Elain could hear the anxiety in his voice. “They’ll be here in an hour.” 

“I guess we should finish.” Elain said, forcing herself to smile, and ignoring the surge of pleasure as some of the tension eased from Cassian's body.

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“It looks good.” Cassian said, and Elain could hear the pride in his voice as he took in their cake. 

As far as Elain was concerned, it was the best cake that she had ever made. 

“It looks perfect! Our very own cake,” Elain said smiling. “Devil’s Delight.” They had named the cake after Cassian almost doubled the amount of cocoa powder in the recipe, but Elain had managed to take most of it out.

Elain hip checked him, and blushed as Cassian laid a heavy arm over her shoulder. 

The cake was perfectly round, so they had that going for them, but it was slightly lopsided. And the lettering that spelled “Happy Birthday Nesta '' was written in Cassian’s scrawl rather than Elain’s practiced handwriting. The frosting wasn’t smooth, per say, but if anyone asked they could say that they wanted a more rustic look for the cake — Elain was just happy that they had enough frosting left considering how much they ate while waiting for the cake to cool. 

They admired their work for all of 20 seconds, and during those few moments Elain let herself relax in Cassian’s embrace and let herself lean into his warmth, before the front door creaked open. 

Cassian instantly dropped his arm — Elain immediately felt the loss of him — and grabbed the cake. There was a look of pure excitement on his face as he picked up the cake, and he nodded towards Elain, silently asking her to light the candles that circled the perimeter of their masterpiece. 

Elain did so quickly, and stepped off to the side to let Cassian leave the kitchen. As soon as he crossed the threshold and headed to the front of the house, he started singing Happy Birthday in a booming voice.

She followed behind him, quietly singing along, and she peered around Cassian’s large frame to see Nesta standing at the door with Feyre, Rhys, and Azriel. Elain was more than happy to let her voice be drowned out by Cassian, Feyre, and Rhys — In fact, it was almost as if she and Azriel were in competition to see who could sing the quietest.  

Nesta stood in the middle of them all, her arms wrapped around herself, and tried to hide her smile. But it was obvious that she was happy — the happiest that she had looked in a long time. 

After they finished singing Cassian leaned down to smack a kiss on Nesta's cheek and told her to blow the candles out, so she did. 

“This is the ugliest cake I have ever seen.” Nesta said laughing, and Cassian clutched his chest in mock outrage. 

“It’s beautiful!” Elain said, taking a step closer to the group. “Cassian worked really hard on it.” 

Nesta’s blue eyes looked at her sister before moving onto Cassian.

“I appreciate it,” Nesta said, placing one hand on Cassian’s forearm. “Now someone cut me a piece.” 

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[nerdpoe]

When Tim was little, his parents mentioned a barely known God that spanned multiple civilizations; but no one really knew what he was the God OF.

And little Timmy, well, he felt bad for that God. Years, centuries of work only to be forgotten?

It would be like completing homework four weeks early and having everyone forget he'd done it!

So from age seven and up, Tim would start praying to this God. He had the same name across multiple languages, and Tim opted to just use what all of those names would be in English.

Phantom.

What started at first as a side thing became his predominant religion by the accident of developing a habit and continuing it over years.

When he prayed to Phantom, he felt like he was being acknowledged in a way that praying to other gods just did not provide.

Even when he kind of went agnostic, he'd always toss up a little prayer to the Almost-Forgotten God.

He didn't expect, during a kidnapping courtesy of Joker after a rather shitty patrol, for said God to manifest in front of him and fight Joker with his fists.

Or; the reason Danny survived the portal accident (sort of) was because he was already in the process of being deified by someone who was alive at the same time he was, making Tim his only worshipper. Danny doesn't find this out until way later, and finds the guy who technically kept him alive to thank him-only to find him about to be tortured by a clown. Danny loses his shit.

[dead-girl-tells-stories]

DC x DP Prompt

The wail isn't the only thing Danny can do with his voice.

He finds this out when he is hanging out on a date with his new friend soon-to-boyfriend Jason, and the cafe they're in gets fear-gassed.

Jason and everyone else in the cafe start to lose their shit and Danny doesn't know what to do. Most of his powers were locked away because Gramps wanted him to enjoy a normal-ish college life!

On the verge of tears, Danny remembers a time when Ellie was having a nightmare, and he found that singing to her soothed her.

And in a desperate attempt, Danny began to sing.

It was a soft soothing melody, so soft that realistic speaking, no one should have heard it. But the entirety of Gotham did.

In those few moments, the effects of the fear gas disappeared, and whatever anger, fear, helplessness, emptiness, loneliness, whatever negative emotion was being felt at that time dissipated as well.

For once, Gotham air didn't feel so heavy.

And Danny was sure he scored himself a second date.

[call-me-strega]

Dc x Dp Prompt #10: Inter-Dimensional Bake-Off

Alfred was checking the mail the manor had received that day when he found it. In between bills, fan mail, and company missives was a regal purple envelope addressed to one Alfred Thaddeus Crane Pennyworth. Intrigued, Alfred set aside the rest of the mail and sat to open the letter.

Inside was a high quality cardstock invitation of a metallic silver color decorated with luxurious midnight green script. It declared on the front:

“You Are Cordially Invited”

Alfred raised an eyebrow and flipped open card.

Dear, Alfred Thaddeus Crane Pennyworth You have been cordially invited to participate in the first annual inter-dimensional bake-off to celebrate the coronation of the young, King Phantom, age 21, Ruler of the Infinite Realms, the Great One, Protector of Souls, Keeper of Peace, The Perfect Balance, The Infinite King, Ancient of Space and Reality. We have discerned that you are among the top 25 bakers in the 11 most stable and prominent dimensions with an open connection to the Infinite Realms. Thus, we would like to offer you the opportunity to show off and test your skills against talented competitors. Should you accept, all transport, accommodation, amenities, materials, and potentially needed medical care shall be provided by the King and his court. If you would like to bring any specific ingredients or tools you are welcome to file a request for them when you arrive and they shall be summoned to you at the start of the competition. You are allowed one plus one either as an assistant or moral support. Should you have any questions please write them down and place them on the sigil on the next page and recite the incantation bellow: “bonvolu respondi mian demandon” The event shall occur in a fortnight upon the weekend before the kings official coronation ceremony. In order to confirm your participation in the competition please burn this letter with one of your most recently made baked goods. In order to decline simply dissolve this message under running water. Please confirm your attendance or absence within a week’s time. Kind Regards, the Council of Ancients Advisors to the Good King Phantom

Well, it seemed like Alfred had earned a place in a rather prestigious event. ‘It seems a finally have a reason to make use of all those vacation days Master Bruce keeps insisting I must utilize.’ He smiled to himself, tucking the letter into his pocket. ‘I wonder if Master Jason would be amicable to accompanying me for a weekend of baking in a magical dimension?’

~ Just in case anyone has trouble reading the letter:

Dear, Alfred Thaddeus Crane Pennyworth You have been cordially invited to participate in the first annual inter-dimensional bake-off to celebrate the coronation of the young, King Phantom, age 21, Ruler of the Infinite Realms, the Great One, Protector of Souls, Keeper of Peace, The Perfect Balance, The Infinite King, Ancient of Space and Reality. We have discerned that you are among the top 25 bakers in the 11 most stable and prominent dimensions with an open connection to the Infinite Realms. Thus, we would like to offer you the opportunity to show off and test your skills against talented competitors. Should you accept, all transport, accommodation, amenities, materials, and any potentially needed medical care shall be provided by the King and his court. If you would like to bring any specific ingredients or tools you are welcome to file a request for them when you arrive and they shall be summoned to you at the start of the competition. You are allowed one plus one either as an assistant or moral support. Should you have any questions please write them down and place them on the sigil on the next page and recite the incantation bellow: “bonvolu respondi mian demandon” The event shall occur in a fortnight upon the weekend before the kings official coronation ceremony. In order to confirm your participation in the competition please burn this letter with one of your most recently made baked goods. In order to decline simply dissolve this message under running water. Please confirm your attendance or absence within a week’s time. Kind Regards, the Council of Ancients Advisors to the Good King Phantom

The Esperanto translates to “please answer my question"

Edit: now with possible contestants

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 134

One of the young justice members is complaining about how their parents or mentors benched them after getting injured. 

And Marvel snorting and saying that that reminds him of Phantom. And of course, the YJ crew, ask who that is. 

“Oh Phantoms my big brother, pops never really understood our human halves or limits so…” and he just shrugs like he didn’t just drop Lore. And the teens smell blood in the water, they want to know more. 

[stealingyourbones]

Short DPXDC Prompts #1028

Martha Kent participates and donates to her local church bake sale. She bid on a few things expecting someone to bid more than her, but managed to be the highest bidder on a very strange loaf of pumpernickel bread. Later at home, she cuts a few slices to serve with supper, when she notices something is off about the bread. There are specks of green inside the bread. Usually she’d assume the specks as some odd type of mold, but these green specks are glowing. This looks like something within her son’s purview. She makes sure to bring it up in her next weekly call with Clark.

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

Ninjavember Days 13- 17 -19

[moodyseal]

TOApril Day 6 - Hair Holds Memories

Meg's hair is one of my favourite characteristics of hers because its growth is so intrinsically tied to her freedom of choice and the memories of her loved ones. I'll never forgive Nero for taking that freedom away from her 😭

[akiacia]

valentine's at home

[caslutz]

canon divergence tedtrent au where instead of ted sleeping with sassy in liver pool, ted sleeps with trent. it’s not a stretch to say trent would be there to watch the game as many other reporters were, and not even that far of a stretch to say he was staying in the same hotel. they run into each other soon after the team gets there and of course ted lights up seeing trent and trent blushes about 10 different shades of red. after the game and singing the divorce papers ted goes down to the hotel bar where he finds trent, and ted’s just vulnerable enough to act on that little part of his brain that has always been attracted to men (especially trent, since he had met him.)

ted freaks out after they hook up, much the same in canon, however it’s for a few more reasons. for one, trent is probably the first man ted has ever been with that seriously, and the first time since like college, and secondly it is right after he divorced michelle so there’s that guilt, and third, he really really likes trent. ted talks to the newly formed diamond dogs about his predicament (using very vague terms as to keep both his and trent’s privacy) and decides that he is allowed to want things, especially this.

ted doesn’t see trent again after that until the next press conference. (the next one that is shown in the series is 1x9, which is probably about a couple weeks after 1x7) ted, excited to see trent again makes a point of answering his questions with a smile, and catches trent after the conference to officially ask to see him again. I just love the idea of ted and trent having been hooking up since season one and having a messy on and off again relationship because they’re middle aged divorced dads and they’re figuring it out!!

now i probably won’t write this but if any tedtrent writers got inspired by this, by all means you should write it lmao, that would be very fun, i would read 100%

[seaside-writings]

Prompt #475

"What are you doing? It's two in the morning,"

"That's the best time to make sweets,"

[chipsoda]

tooooooons!!!!!

[omaano]

"I bet it was the martini that blew your cover." "You can judge my drinking habits after you got me out of here, Djarin!"

I've seen one (1) James Bond movie my entire life back when 00Q was a whole thing on this hellsite, but I'm ready to die on the hill that Din would make a great Q who knows how to work in the field and can poke at gadgets just fine, but also gets very passive agressive when he has to work overtime - he asked for the office job because his kid is going to school and they are working on building a normal-adjacent nighttime routine, which is very difficult when the agent he's working with cannot stick to a plan.

For the Spies/Assassins square on my Bobadin AU bingo for @bobadinweek

(I've seen all the John Wick movies though, so if Boba's pose is familiar, that is why)

[dead-girl-tells-stories]

DC x DP Prompt

In the Danny Phantom Universe, the DCU is an MMORPG referred to as the DCGU and Miraculous Ladybug is a drama series for kids.

In the DCU, Miraculous Ladybug and Danny Phantom are beloved animated TV series.

In the MLBU, The DCU are comics, Danny Phantom is a console game, etc...

Basically what I'm trying to say is that all of these universes exist in the same universal bubble but can/do not directly interact with each other. But they are aware of each other on some level thus the games and TV shows.

But imagine if someone (or everyone) did something a bit ( really fucking) stupid and all of these universes combine into one.

I'm imaging that things would get chaotic very quickly.