#buttercream details

[pygmalimoon]

Happy ever after.🖤💙🖤💜🐈‍⬛🔮🪄✨

『We form our own Neverland, speaking incantations only we understand. Amidst the noisy crowd, I build an exquisite barrier—keeping only you tucked inside while the rest at bay.』

commission done by my artist friend @\taoxier

⚠️Prohibit use & reproduce or AI study my post and don’t be plagiarism and inspiration thief.🚫❌

[lilbakerr]

Pink & deep magenta hues for an anniversary~

[alltheprettyplaces]

im sorry every time i see a gif set of the falling of that giant cake i have to yell. a cake that tall wouldn’t be standing in the first place without a bunch of boards between the different tiers and plastic or wooden dowels shoved into those tiers. that giant bottom tier would’ve cracked looooong before those two rammed into the table. there’s absolutely nooooo way just cake would’ve fallen on them

[frostedpuffs]

i like to think Marinette is really skilled at cake decorating. it's a different artistic medium but one she picks up quickly and finds very relaxing. she LOVES piping intricate designs and making realistic gumpaste flowers. it's calming to her. whenever she's stressed, Tom will ask her for her help with decorating a cake, and it instantly chills her out. she gets into the Zone.

the first time she makes Adrien a cake, he is mesmerized by the amount of detail. perfectly piped rosettes and lettering, wishing him a happy half-birthday or something of those sorts. he almost doesn't want to eat it because of how pretty it is, but they enjoy a slice together. he loves how artistic she is, and the cake tastes good too! after dating her for a few months and spending time at the bakery, he begins to become familiar with her piping style, and loves watching her make perfect droplines or buttercream roses. he thinks it's especially cute how her tongue pokes out of her mouth when she focuses. she's always showing him something new she's learned. he's aware she's amazing (his own words), yet she still always manages to surprise him.

later, when ladybug shows up to patrol with a cake to celebrate their defeat of a particularly difficult akuma, chat noir recognizes Marinette’s handwriting in the piped message on the top of the cake, and his chest warms with affection knowing ladybug purchased this cake from his girlfriend's parents' bakery.

"It's a beautiful cake," he would say, thinking of Marinette poking her tongue out as she piped the buttercream border. his love for her surely spills out in the softness of his voice, but he can't help himself. he adores Marinette!

Ladybug would be all bright smiles, beaming with pride. "Thank you," she'd respond. "I decorated it myself!"

[honeytonedhottie]

honeys guide to fall⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🧸💕

i am so so excited for fall 2024. this fall we're serving bambi doll, cupcake and espresso scented, french tips and nudes, crispy chocolate croissants and coffees, sweaters and mini skirts…💬🎀

FALL BEAUTY ;

♡ soft bouncy curls

♡ nude lip combos

i recommend the nyx butter gloss (madeleine) and the nyx chocolate lip liner for a pretty chocolaty look. if ur looking for another nude lip combo use the nyx butter gloss (angel food cake) and the nyx club hopper lip liner…💬🎀

♡ french tips

♡ nude colored manicures and pedicures

♡ marshmallow scented hand creams

as the weather gets colder it becomes more and more important to keep ur skin moisturized and hydrated. carrying around a sweet smelling hand cream can help your hands to stay soft and not dry…💬🎀

♡ fall scented lip balms, body nectars and fragrances

pumpkin, coffee, vanilla, cupcake, chocolate, cinnamon, caramel and buttercream scents are giving fall…💬🎀

lets talk fall beauty products and scents because my favorite part about literally everything is the pampering aspect and the smelling super yummy so lets get into it. the body products i recommend to capture that fall, bambi eyed, doll scent and vibes are.

the sugar cookie body wash from native

ooey gooey cookie body wash from philosophy

chocolate chip body wash from philosophy

all the cozy fireside s’more scents from bodycology

coco coffee body scrub from victorias secret pink

cupcake swirl body fragrance from bodycology

♡ for nails, tapered square french tips or oval shaped nails in nude colors

♡ claw clip hairstyles including half up-half downs or just a classic claw clip pony

FALL FASHION ;

fall fashion to me is tights and mini skirts. leg warmers and uggs and form fitting sweaters. let’s talk about some fall fashion. the tights and mini skirt combo is a classic and it’s an amazing way to incorporate wearing mini skirts even as the weather begins to get a little colder. the tights add a nice touch, even if it isn’t the color of ur skin tone, tights IN GENERAL look rly nice.

ankle boots, ugg boots, BOOTS are so so fall. i rly love ankle boots that have a heel to them and bonus points if ur fall shoes include fur. the fall shoes on my shopping list are ->

ugg boots

ankle boots

mary jane style shoes

ballet flats

form fitting sweaters and jackets are so in for the fall. along with tracksuits. the color pallete for having a bambi doll fall are very much browns, cashmeres, and baby pink. honestly think of neapolitan colours. pink, brown and an off-whitish almost pastel yellow. think PASTRY PRINCESS.

baby phat puffers are perfect for the transition from fall to winter and a good pair of jeans is CRUCIAL for fall. another thing i wanna talk about with fall fashion is LAYERING. layering is such an important aspect of fashion period but ESPECIALLY fall fashion. experiment with different lengths, textures etc. one of my favorite layering combination during the fall is ->

long sleeve tops with a camisole underneath

a form fitting long sleeve top (the ones with buttons at the front) look so DOLLY and adorable when u dont button it, and wear a camisole underneath. its just MWAH. some more fall fashion details also include ->

fur details

ribbons and lace details

delicate jewelry choices

tights and leg warmers

layering

boots

neopolitan cinnamon princess color scheme

long sleeves

mini skirts + tights combo

HOW TO BE A HOTTIE DURING FALL ;

to be a hottie during the fall lets talk about our fall essentials to be our hottest, healthiest and happiest selves this fall…💬🎀

♡ warm milk and honey with a pinch of cinnamon (a real treat)

♡ warm, buttery croissants

♡ wired headphones and a good fall playlist

a good fall playlist consists of artists like lana del rey, pink pantheress, sabrina carpenter and sade…💬🎀

♡ candles that smell like cinnamon cupcakes

♡ a few juicy novels to read

my favorite genres of books to read during this season include mystery, romance and historical fiction…💬🎀

♡ keep up with ur health

during the colder seasons its important to take good care of ur health so make sure that ur taking ur supplements/vitamins, drinking herbal teas and eating a balanced diet to avoid getting sick…💬🎀

[that-wasnt-very-versace-of-you]

[miscellaneousmao]

Made a Milotic cake for my birthday yesterday! 🎂🌊

Inside was vanilla cake, homemade raspberry compote, strawberries, and whipped cream cream cheese frosting, decorated with buttercream and a few sprinkles, plus candy melts for the finer details and pieces of strawberry Pocky for support.

[sinsandsweetness]

BIRTHDAY BOY

(Rick & Daryl x fem!reader)

warnings- 18+ content. minors do not interact please n' thank u, smut, double penetration, FMM threesome, oral sex, fingering, anal, cream pies... i think that's it. (no Rick x Daryl, just them sharing you) 2k word count.

notes- inspired by @gxtitobxby 's 'Rickyl bday sex' blurb. enjoy!

You sat at the end of the dinner table, listening to the sound of silverware scraping on the porcelain plates. Your bare feet underneath, sneaking over to the boots of both men sitting across you. Earning a tiny smile that pulled at Rick's lips, and a quick glance from Daryl. 

"Is it ok? I didn’t know if you liked vanilla or chocolate so I was worried it was maybe too bland-" you put your fork down. The taste of the vanilla buttercream and strawberries still coating your tastebuds. 

"It’s really good, baby. Nice and sweet." Rick got up and grabbed the empty plates, brushing you on his way to the kitchen. "Just like you." He leaned down to plant a sweet kiss on the top of your head. You beamed at Daryl, awaiting his own response. Considering that the cake was for his birthday. 

" 's good," he said, shovelling the last bite in his mouth. Eyes shifting back up as your feet climbed higher, toes tickling at the denim. Trying to tease him, make him smile… get any reaction really. Your smile dropped at his continued lack of interest. 

From the kitchen, Rick called you over. You grabbed Daryl’s empty plate and maintained eye contact as you dipped your pinky in the icing left on the plate, sucking it clean as you walked over to Rick. 

"He’s just tired, baby. Why don’t you go get your pjs on n’ we’ll watch a movie or somethin'." Rick told you with a gentle hand on your elbow. Just as aware of the unimpressed energy coming from the man at the table. 

They had just gotten back from a pretty long run the night before. And apparently things didn’t go quite as planned. They ran into another group and were out two days longer than intended. You didn’t ask for details, but the blood on their clothes was enough to assume the worst. 

You could hear them talking in the kitchen as you climbed up the plush carpet stairs, not making out any real words, just the gravelly sound of their voices. 

In the bedroom, you stood in front of the mirror, a little disappointed to be changing out of the pretty sundress you put on. You knew that Daryl really liked it. That was the whole reason you’d picked it out. You spent all morning getting ready, curling your hair and securing half of it up with a silky pink ribbon. You got yourself all dolled up for him.

Just as you were rooting around the drawer of Rick and Daryl’s old tee shirts, kindly donated to you for sleep and loungewear, you heard the door creak open and through the mirror you could see Daryl. He came up behind you, put his hands on your waist and nestled his face into the crook of your neck. He breathed in and left a couple sweet little kisses. 

"I really did like the cake," he started, turning you around to look at him, your butt pressed up against the dresser. "Did you pick those strawberries yourself?" He asked. 

You nodded with a smile, bringing your hands up to the back of his neck. "I practically had to fight Carol off for em'."You admitted. 

Amusement flashed through his face. You figured Rick must have told him to quit being so moody. To give you even the littlest bit of praise for your hard work. With the lunchtime birthday party earlier in the day, and the cake you baked from scratch. You hesitantly pressed your mouth against his. 

"I liked the present too." He mumbled against your lips. His hands trailed up your dress, clearly recognizing it from the last time you wore it. You’d gotten him a switchblade. His other one broke and you happened to find one really similar at Hilltop. You’d traded a whole basket of food for it. 

"There is one more present you know…" You told him, hands slowly making their way to his belt. His tongue darting out to lick his lips as you unbuckled him. Sinking down to your knees in front of him, and kissing his hard on through his boxers. The contact making his cock twitch. 

"Can I give you my other present now?" You asked innocently, looking up at him through long lashes. Painted fingernails tickling at the waist band as his hands went right to your hair. 

"Go right ahead, princess," his head tipped back to the ceiling as you pulled down his boxers and eagerly licked all the way up his shaft, getting him all wet with your spit. When he’d had enough of your teasing, he put pressure on your head and forced you to take all of him. Not that you minded. A groan left both of you at the same time when the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. You bobbed your head up and down to whatever pace he wanted, controlling you with the grip on your scalp. Messing up your ribbon in the process.  

You could hear Rick enter the room, though you didn’t stop looking up at Daryl. Focusing solely on the man in front of you. The one who had never even gotten a real birthday. And when he’d told you that months ago, you decided to do everything you possibly could, to make up for it. 

The springs in the mattress squeaked, and you figured Rick was making himself comfortable. Lying back to watch the show. Daryl glanced over at him, already breathing heavy above you. 

They shared a look that could only mean one thing, and before you knew it you were being pulled up by your hair and shoved towards the bed, stumbling forward and hitting the mattress with your knees. Looking back at Daryl who gave you a little nod. And then down at Rick, with his one leg bent and splayed open, and his own hand palming at his hard on. 

"You think I can share your present, baby? Would that be ok with you?" Daryl asked from behind you, tugging up your dress and pressing himself against your lacy panties. Hands rubbing up and down your sides.

"Anything for the birthday boy. Ain't that right, sweetie?" Rick interrupted, answering for you. As if it wasn’t in his own best interest that he shared. 

"Uhuh. Anything," you agreed and turned your head to catch Daryl’s lips, but he only kissed you for a second. 

"Good. Now let’s get these panties off." He pushed you onto the bed and your eyes got wide at his demand. Rick smiled at your reaction. You did as you were told, and got on all fours in front of him, all while stripping your panties down to your knees. 

Rick brought his hand up to your face, thumb pressing against your bottom lip. A glint in his eyes as you sucked on his thumb, dragging your teeth on the calloused pad. 

Behind you, Daryl snagged the delicate lace around your knees and ripped them all the way off, hands coming up to knead at your ass. A sharp smack filling the air before you even registered the stinging skin. 

"Ow," you whined out loud at the third smack. Earning a little scowl from the man in front of you. 

"It’s his day, sweetheart. Gotta give him whatever he wants." 

You nodded in agreement and started at Rick's pants. Daryl toying with your entrance from behind. Dipping down and licking a stripe up your slit from behind. Then moving to bite hard marks into your ass cheeks. You were trying not to groan too much at the pain. Rick was right. You weren’t allowed to complain. This wasn’t about you, it was about Daryl. 

"How do you want her?" Rick asked him, over your shoulder. Daryl thought for a moment before deciding on what he wanted. Gently flipping you over so you were essentially sitting in Rick's lap. Rick held your hips up so that his thick cock pressed right between your cheeks. 

Daryl grabbed your knees and spread them, situating himself right in front of you, his own cock rubbing against your clit. The whole situation made your pussy throb. You loved being sandwiched between them. It was your absolute fucking favourite. And you knew for a fact, they felt the same way. 

"You gonna let us fill you up, baby?" Daryl asked, squeezing your breast over your dress. Rick pulling you down and grinding your ass down onto him. 

"Anything you want." You mutter, reminding him of your present. Resting your head back on Rick's shoulder, to allow Daryl better access to your chest and neck. He pulled at the string of your dress untying it and exposing your breasts. He dipped down to nip at your skin. Finally pulling the dress over your head to allow him access at whatever he wanted. When his teeth caught on your nipple, you let out a little cry. Rick's lips brushed your ear while he told you how good of a girl you were being, giving Daryl exactly what he wants. That you are all he wants. All they want. And most importantly, that you’re all theirs. 

Both you and Rick could feel your wetness drip down your inner thigh. Using that discovery to his advantage, Rick started rocking you against him until his cock was all slick with your arousal. He lined himself up, and pressed against your asshole. You couldn’t help but gasp a little at the intrusion, even though you knew it was coming. They just couldn’t resist the chance to fill you right up. 

You slowly sunk down onto Rick, the familiar burn and stretch of the muscle making you groan. 

"You’re turn, Daryl." Rick told his friend as soon as your ass cheeks were flush with his thighs. Completely filled with every glorious inch. 

Daryl dipped his fingers in the pool of wetness that was dripping from your cunt, rubbing it around and then dragging his own dick through it. You tried your best to relax as he aligned with your entrance and pushed. 

"Ah! Mphmm." You moaned right into Daryl’s neck. Grasping at his shoulders and clawing down his back. Fuck, you were full. It hurt. Every time it happened, it was definitely painful for the first little bit. But quickly they found a rhythm, with Rick fucking you from below and Daryl thrusting nice and slow as he pressed messy, wet kisses to your mouth. Within a few minutes, they turned you into a babbling mess with your sweet spot stimulated from every possible angle. You were trying to tell Daryl how good he makes you feel. How pretty he is and how sexy his arms and chest are. How big his dick felt inside of you. But a soon as he was consistently hitting your cervix, you started to forget the English language and decided to stick your tongue down his throat instead. Rick's hands dug into your hips harder than you knew possible. There would be fingerprints bruised into your skin by tomorrow. Daryl’s hands held the backs of your thighs, opening you up as much as he could. Looking down once in a while at the sight of you being split right open. You could feel him twitch inside of you. You could tell he was close. The tightness and pressure getting the best of all three of you. 

"I’m- I-" you couldn’t even finish your sentence, as both men picked up their pace the second they heard your whining confession. Fucking you into adorable little moans, sobs and convulsions. A flood of heat erupting from your core, and shortly after, the feeling of both men’s hips stuttering. Emptying themselves into you. Their cum dribbling out of you as they pulled out gently. And you whining quietly at the new empty feeling. The men quickly maneuvering you onto the mattress so they could watch their contents seep out of both of your holes. They each picked a leg and started to kiss and suck little hickeys on them. Daryl’s fingers came up to drag through their seed, rubbing it all over your clit. You moaned out as he pressed two digits in to your pussy, the sound of all your cum mixing together, and squelching made you tighten around his digits. The men stayed between your legs and gave you two more orgasms. Switching off where one would work with their fingers and the other would kiss you all hot and messy. Molding you into the desperate little mess you usually were.

They only gave you a break while the three of you showered, Rick kissing the water droplets off your shoulder as you massaged some green apple scented shampoo into Daryl’s dark locks. Steam and giggles filling the master bathroom as you all washed up. 

"You still wanna watch a movie?" Rick asked while pulling on some sweatpants. Daryl rubbed a towel on his hair as you watched the two get dressed, cross legged on the bed in your cotton boy shorts and Daryl’s favorite shirt. 

"We could…" he said with a curious hesitation, "Or… we could make one...?" He suggested, with the smallest hint of shyness in his voice. He was testing the waters. Seeing how much he could he get away with today. Rick let out a dry laugh at your wide eyed gulp. Sympathizing with your poor body. Already sore and covered in love bites. But all three of you knew that no matter what, you weren’t gonna say no to the birthday boy.

(continued here)

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I've been dreaming of the Ruler of the Abyss.

Kneel to the Thorn Fairy, who shall make manifest one’s dreams—the wishes made by the heart.

He promises happy endings for all. Woe to those who doubt and defy his vision.

How does a moment last forever? How can a story never die?

Alone.

He has always been alone.

But alone he is no longer—not when he is in his castle, surrounded by hordes of his people. He will never be alone again. No one will, all thanks to his efforts.

Never, never, never.

Malleus easily traverses the thorn-crusted lounge, floating across them like a specter. The bodies of school staff and fellow students lie limp in chairs and couches. Eyes closed, chests rising and falling rhythmically.

As he passes, he runs a hand along their scalps. Brushing their hair, patting their heads. Tender touches wishing them well.

Here is a king's domain, and here are his subjects. He, the dragon guarding his trove of invaluable treasures.

Malleus turns to face his captive audience, arms spread out toward them. “Today is something of a special occasion: Night Raven College’s Founding. I do believe this warrants a celebration—and, of course, all are invited to the festivities.”

A wave of magic washes over the room. Conical party hats manifest on each person's head, decorations appearing from thin air. Banners drape across the walls, streamers spill from black-clothed tables laden with food, and balloons tuck into the corners, safe from the needle-like thorns.

He projects applause, stunned oohs and aahs. Here, he is not a monster, but fellow man.

"Hmm, we're still missing something." Malleus strokes his chin, deep in thought. He snaps his fingers. "Ah, that's it! Music. It's not a proper party without any music."

With the wave of his hand, he summons a series of floating instruments. Bass, cello, viola, violin, harp, each bathed in an eerie green glow. They start playing by themselves, as if being handled by skillful, invisible hands.

Soft orchestral song fills the venue.

The guests rise, puppeted by the strings of his magic. Thorns on the floor retreat, allowing his peers to spill over onto the area repurposed for dance. Heads loll over--Malleus frowns and fixes them.

"There we are."

A glittering assemblage.

He smoothly conducts the bodies into neat pairs.

A waltz, he thinks, is ideal. It is also one of the few forms of dance he is familiar with. A waltz it shall be.

Palms link, fingers intertwine. Hands upon shoulders and upon backs. And then they are set to the hypnotic swing of the music, slow and sweet and intoxicating, like a steady drip of honey into one's mouth.

Malleus threads past the avid dancers and to the one person that has not been matched. The little bat who had almost flown away, far out of his grasp.

"Lilia," Malleus breathes raptly, "look at how happy everyone is. No one was left out. No one was forgotten. No one has to be alone anymore."

With this gift... my blessing... I've protected their smiles.

The duty of any Draconia.

He's proud--elated--but Lilia, alas, does not share the sentiment. Instead, the ancient fae wears a placid expression, eyes sewn shut. The same as all the other guests.

Malleus chuckles. No one hears it but himself.

"How exciting your dream must be. Action and adventure, at the best of your strength... I'm afraid this humble gathering cannot compare."

He’s sure Lilia would agree with him, were he awake.

“Never mind that," Malleus says, dispelling the thought. No more what ifs, only there ares. "Would you care for food? You'll need to keep your energy up for the celebration--it just may last all night."

He beckons with a finger, and a platter with a large cake hovers over. It is an extravagant seven layers, each a different flavor. Details are piped on in buttercream icing, invoking the image of each dormitory. A chocolate raven, wings open and prepared for flight, crowns the dessert.

A cake knife slides into Lilia's hand. His fingers slowly closer around the handle. With Malleus's guidance, he cuts into the topmost layer--Diasomnia--of the cake.

Something thick, red, and sticky leaks from the insides. The knife is coated as it is pulled back, freeing a slice. The violet crumb is fine, the frosting neon green with a dark chocolate drip.

Devilishly decadent.

"Come, you must try this," Malleus insists, stabbing a fork into the cake. He stuffs the bite into Lilia's mouth--but it doesn't stay, just rolls out and lands with a squishy splat on the ground.

Malleus eagerly waits for Lilia to beam at him, to praise him for its deliciousness.

It never comes.

Malleus laughs as though Lilia has responded as he imagines him to. He's drunk with delirium.

The strings abruptly screech, the dancers ceasing in their revelry.

He lets the unfinished slice fall. The plate shatters, reflecting one hundred Malleuses, one hundred Lilias. So many realities, and yet this is the one he has been dealt.

He guides the corners of Lilia's mouth upward, forcing a smile.

"Happy Night Raven College Founding Day," Malleus whispers, "and may you all have the sweetest of slumbers."

To his guests, to Lilia, to himself. And to the world that will soon be joining them in this delightful, never-ending dream.

Raising a hand, he unleashes fireworks from his palm. They explode in wild shapes and colors, emitting warmth and dazzling lights. The display is beautiful but fleeting--long shadows running along the walls before they blip out of existence and return to the darkness.

Every dream is like a firework, he surmises. A fiery flower frozen in time at the height of its bloom. They shall never wither nor fade.

Malleus reclines into his seat--a spiked and scaled throne, mounted high above the party venue. A lone king, untouchable.

Seated upon a mountain of lies, he looks out at his twisted kingdom. It’s a scene of his own creation, props lovingly places and toys carefully posed, acting out situations in his head.

The average school day at Night Raven College: students bickering, teachers watching over them. They see him, smile and wave. Talk with him, invite him.

Stay with him.

A loop playing, forever and ever.

Malleus sighs contentedly.

This is his happily ever after—from now until the end of eternity.

[rwrbmovie]

PRINCE HENRY GAY!

By Mark Lobatto

LATE LAST NIGHT, the private emails of Prince Henry were leaked on the popular internet site Reddit. The emails reveal graphic and intimate details of a relationship with Alex Claremont-Diaz, the son of President Claremont, who is currently running for re-election this year.

Prince Henry is third in line to the throne, behind his Mother, Princess Catherine, and his brother Prince Philip. Henry is often seen galavanting around with one beautiful girl after another, but these emails , these love letters, tell a very different story,

The first email is dated shortly after the royal wedding last year, when the pair infamously destroyed the nine-tiered wedding cake in front of the shocked wedding guests. Now known as "The Buttercream Summit", the incident caused many ruffled feather amongst the British Monarchy and Parliament alike. Ahead of President Claremont's trade deal discussions between the UK and US, the embarassing scene could have cost dearly in negotiations. The question is, what exactly was Henry and Alex's relationship at the time?

These shocking love letters tell of cross-continental flights and getaways, and details that leave us in no doubt whatsoever of the nature of their meetings. The Prince's letter to Alex are almost poetic, but he divulges insights into palace life. We have now been given quite a glimpse into what happened behind closed doors. He speaks of his relationship with Claremont-Diaz, and his sister Princess Beatrice in much detail and assigns memories and experiences with them to rooms in Buck-

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[valkyriexo]

cake tasting with fiancé!jeongin maybe :>

Cake Tasting | Jeongin

ᑉ³pairing; Fiancé! Jeongin x Reader

ᑉ³genre; Fluff

ᑉ³warnings; mentions of food

ᑉ³Authors Note; thank you for the request! i hope you like it!

As you stepped into the elegant bakery with Jeongin by your side, the familiar scent of freshly baked goods enveloped you, filling you with a mix of excitement and fear. This wasn't your first cake tasting; in fact, it was the fourth one you'd attended in the past month. Each time, you had hoped to find the perfect cake flavor for your wedding day, but despite the variety of flavors you'd sampled, none had quite hit the mark.

It wasn't that you were picky – far from it. You simply wanted everything to be perfect for your wedding. After all, you were marrying the perfect man, and you wanted nothing but the best for this special day that would mark the beginning of your life together. Every detail mattered to you, from the venue to the flowers to the cake.

As you and Jeongin made your way to the tasting table, you couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety in your chest. What if you couldn't find the right cake? What if none of the flavors lived up to your expectations? The thought of settling for anything less than perfection left you feeling unsettled.

Now seated at a table adorned with a pristine white tablecloth, you glanced at Jeongin, his warm smile doing little to ease the knot of worry tightening in your chest. Like you, he was beginning to feel the pressure of finding the perfect cake for your wedding day.

He noticed the furrow of your brow and reached out to gently squeeze your hand, his touch offering reassurance.

"It's okay, love," he murmured softly. "We'll find the perfect cake, I promise."

You nodded, and managed a weak smile in response, trying to push aside your worries and focus on the task at hand.

A tall figure emerged from the kitchen, clad in a crisp white chef's coat. It was the Bakery owner, Mrs. Park, a woman renowned for her culinary prowess and attention to detail. Her warm smile immediately put you at ease, despite the lingering apprehension in your heart.

"Good afternoon," she greeted, her voice gentle yet confident. "I'm Mrs. Park, and I'll be guiding you through today's cake tasting experience. We're thrilled to have you here."

With practiced grace, Mrs. Park set a beautiful assortment of cakes before you and Jeongin, each one a masterpiece in its own right.

"Here are the cakes we have for you today," Mrs. Park announced, her voice as sweet as the confections before you. She gestured to each cake in turn, adding a touch of flair to her presentation.

"First, we have our signature Rich Chocolate Ganache Cake," she said, indicating the decadent creation with swirls of silky buttercream atop its luscious layers of chocolatey goodness. As Mrs. Park handed you the decadent cake in its beautiful container, you and Jeongin couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

As you took your first bites, the tension in the room seemed to dissipate, replaced by a shared sense of anticipation. Mrs. Park watched you both closely, her keen eyes assessing your reactions with each mouthful.

Jeongin's eyes lit up with delight as he savored each bite, while you found yourself nodding, appreciating the rich, bittersweet notes.

As you both savored the chocolate ganache cake, Jeongin's eyes closed with delight, and a soft hum of satisfaction escaped his lips. His expression was one of pure joy, and you couldn't help but smile as you watched him enjoy the indulgent treat.

"This is amazing," he exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine enthusiasm. "The chocolate is so rich and creamy, and the ganache is just perfect."

You nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of relief wash over you as you realized that perhaps this cake could be the one. But even as you enjoyed the indulgent treat, a nagging thought lingered in the back of your mind.

"I have to admit, it's pretty delicious," you admitted, a hint of surprise in your voice. "But I wonder if it might be a little too rich for a wedding cake?"

Jeongin's grin faltered slightly, his brows furrowing in thought. "Yeah, you might be right," he conceded. "As much as I love it, we don't want our guests feeling overwhelmed by sweetness, do we?"

Before you could respond, Jeongin swiftly seized the remaining slice of cake and, with a playful wink, devoured it in a single bite. With a muffled "Mmm," he chewed hurriedly, his eyes sparkling mischievously.

You simply stared at him in disbelief, your mouth slightly agape as you processed what just happened. Jeongin, oblivious to your reaction, licked his lips with satisfaction, a mischievous grin still plastered on his face. "Can't let this deliciousness go to waste" he mumbled . "Especially since I know you're not picking it, and this might be my last chance to enjoy it."

You couldn't help but laugh at his antics, shaking your head affectionately as he grinned back at you, relishing the impromptu dessert without an ounce of regret.

Mrs. Park, nodded understandingly as she observed your exchange. With a gentle smile, she interjected, her voice warm and reassuring.

"I completely understand your concerns," she said, her tone calming. "While our Rich Chocolate Ganache Cake is indeed indulgent and delightful, I can see why you might hesitate to make it the centerpiece of your wedding celebration."

She paused, allowing her words to sink in before continuing.

"However," she continued, her eyes alight with excitement, "I believe we can find a solution that strikes the perfect balance between decadence and elegance. Perhaps we can adjust the sweetness level of the ganache or incorporate complementary flavors to add depth and sophistication to the cake."

"However, it's only the first cake of the day," she said, her tone gentle yet encouraging. "Next, we have our Delicate Lemon Chiffon Cake," she continued, her voice brightening with the mention of the citrusy treat. The cake exuded a light and airy charm, promising a refreshing burst of flavor with each bite.

As you both took a bite of the lemon chiffon cake, the contrast from the rich chocolate ganache was striking. Jeongin's expression softened, but you noticed a subtle grimace flicker across his face before he quickly composed himself, chewing thoughtfully as he tried to mask his discomfort.

"I can see why some people might enjoy this," he said diplomatically, his tone gentle. "The citrus flavor is definitely... refreshing."

You couldn't help but notice the forced nature of his words, and as you took another bite, the overly tart lemon flavor assaulted your taste buds, leaving a sour taste in your mouth. Despite your best efforts to hide your distaste, you couldn't quite conceal the slight downturn of your lips.

"Yeah, it's... interesting," you managed to say, though the disappointment in your voice was evident.

It was clear that the lemon chiffon cake didn't quite hit the mark for either of you.

"But I'm not sure if it's quite what we're looking for." you remarked, searching for the right words.

With a sense of disappointment settling over you, you turned your attention to the remaining cakes. As you sampled each one, your heart sank a little more with each passing moment. Each one had its own unique qualities, but none of them seemed to have the "wow" factor you were hoping for. 

As the reality of the situation sank in, you tried your best to maintain a façade of composure, but the weight of disappointment pressed down on you. You desperately attempted to hide your sadness, to push it down beneath a veil of a forced smile, but it proved futile.

A lump formed in your throat, making it difficult to swallow. You blinked back tears, willing them to stay at bay, but a stray tear betrayed your façade, slipping silently down your cheek.

You felt exposed, vulnerable in your inability to conceal the depth of your disappointment.

Jeongin's arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you close in a gesture of comfort and support. "Oh, baby, come here," he said tenderly.

"It's okay to feel upset," he whispered softly, his voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves. "We'll find the perfect cake, I promise. And even if we don't, our wedding day will still be beautiful because we'll be together."

Feeling the warmth of his embrace, you leaned into him, finding solace in his words. "I know," you murmured, your voice tinged with sadness. "But I just wanted everything to be perfect."

He gently brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle and reassuring. "Hey, it's not that big of a deal," he said, his voice filled with reassurance. "It's just cake. What really matters is that we're getting married, surrounded by the people we love."

You sighed softly, resting your head against his chest. "Yeah, but I can't help but still feel sad," you confessed quietly.

Your words struck him like a bolt of lightning, and he felt a pang of sorrow in his heart at the sight of your sadness. Determined to ease your burden, he gently disentangled himself from your embrace and rose from his seat.

"I'll be right back," he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead before making his way over to Mrs. Park, who was observing from a distance.

Mrs. Park noticed the concern etched on his face as he approached her. "Is everything alright?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine care.

He hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Would it be possible for us to explore a custom flavor for our wedding cake? Something that incorporates both of our favorite flavors?"

Mrs. Park's attentive gaze shifted between you and Jeongin, a curious smile playing on her lips. "Of course," she replied warmly, her voice filled with genuine interest. "I'd love to hear about your favorite flavors. What do you both enjoy?"

"Well.. we love the comforting warmth of cinnamon," he began , a hint of nostalgia coloring his voice. "But we also seemed to like the classic sweetness of vanilla."

"And I've always been a fan of creamier flavors," he added with a grin. "Oh, and fruit. And chocolate. Well, actually, I just love everything delicious."

Mrs. Park listened intently, her expression thoughtful as she considered the possibilities. With a nod of understanding, she smiled warmly.

"I think I have just the thing in mind," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "A Tres Leches style cake could be the perfect fit for you both. It combines the creamy richness of milk with a hint of cinnamon, and we can add fruit fillings to the inside to enhance the flavor profile. Additionally, we can adjust the moisture level to ensure the cake remains sturdy and doesn't become too delicate."

"Could we try it, please?" he asked, unable to contain the anticipation in his voice.

Mrs. Park's smile widened at your request. "Of course," she replied warmly. "I'll have a sample brought out for you right away."

With a reassuring smile, he returned to your side, his steps light but purposeful.

The moments ticked by slowly, each second filled with anticipation until finally, Mrs. Park reemerged from the kitchen, carrying a beautifully decorated slice of Tres Leches cake on a delicate plate.

The aroma of cinnamon and sweetness enveloped you as Mrs. Park placed the slice before you. With trembling hands, you and Jeongin picked up your forks, eager to taste the creation that held the promise of perfection.

As you took your first bite, a symphony of flavors danced across your taste buds, the creamy richness of the milk blending harmoniously with the subtle warmth of cinnamon and the burst of sweetness from the fruit filling. It was as if each bite told the story of your love, a perfect balance of flavors that left you breathless.

Jeongin's eyes sparkled with delight as he savored each mouthful, a grin spreading across his face. "This is incredible," he exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine enthusiasm.

As he glanced over at you, a furrow formed on his brow, concern flickering in his eyes. Despite the exquisite flavors that had left him enchanted, you hadn't uttered a single word.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice tinged with worry as he reached out to gently squeeze your hand. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss, that perhaps you didn't share his enthusiasm for the cake.

"We don't have to make any decisions right now. We could always go to another place, take a break, and come back to it later-"

"It's perfect," you whispered, your heart swelling with joy.

"What?" he said, unsure if he heard you correctly.

"This is it. This is our cake," you said with certainty.

Jeongin's expression softened, his concern giving way to a mixture of surprise and elation. "Really?" he asked, a hint of disbelief in his voice.

"Do you like it?" you asked, wanting reassurance.

"Of course," he replied, his smile widening. "Even more so now that you like it."

With shared excitement, you and Jeongin turned to Mrs. Park, gratitude shining in your eyes. "We've found it," you declared, your voice ringing with certainty. "This is the cake for our wedding day."

Mrs. Park's smile was radiant as she nodded in agreement. "I'm thrilled that you both love it," she said warmly. "It will be my pleasure to create this beautiful cake for your special day."

He leaned in, gently pressing a kiss to your forehead, his lips curling into a delighted smile. "We finally found it," he exclaimed softly, his eyes sparkling with affection. "After all those tastings, we found the perfect cake for my beautiful fiancée." You couldn't help but blush at his words, feeling your heart flutter with happiness.

With a tender squeeze of your hand, he gazed into your eyes, his expression overflowing with love. "You know," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity, "I wouldn't want to go through this journey with anyone else but you. Every moment, every tasting, every decision we make together just feels right, because it's with you."

His words enveloped you like a comforting embrace, and in that moment, you felt the truth in them deep within your heart.

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[c-h-i-m-es]

nanami kento

pov; you as a (the) bakery owner

your bakery has been getting quite a lot of attention lately, causing you to having to work overtime. you don't really mind it though, you've chosen this career because you enjoy baking and having extra load of work isn't an excuse to not work.

it is five in the morning and you're already in your bakery to start your day. you are in the back space of the bakery where all the baking takes place. you first make a sandwich for you boyfriend for his lunch. you wrap it in silver paper and put it aside and finally get started on your work.

you take the cookie dough from the fridge along with the trays. you set them in the counter, taking out the small weighing machine to measure the dough, rolling them between your palms to make them a circle and placing then in the tray with some distance between the each of them.

almost an hour later, you've popped all the dough in the oven and now are starting to work on the cakes you have to get ready for delivery today. you bring out the batches of sponge cakes out the fridge that you baked yesterday evening.

you check your phone to look at the details of the orders before working with the buttercream. you're deep focused on your work that you don't notice another presence in the room. causing you to startle when you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

you jump a little as you turn your head back to see nanami, "gosh you scared me." he chuckles, tightening his hold around you, "sorry, you looked really pretty when concentrating like that." he kisses your cheeks before letting go of you.

"i'm gonna restock the items in the shop." you smile as you nod at him, "thank you." he pats you on the top of your head and walks to the front, starting to get the bakery ready for opening.

another hour later, nanami has opened the shop while you're almost done with the cakes for the day. you sprinkle some edible glitter in the cakes and let out a long breath, "finally.." you mumble and put the cake back in the freezer. 

"i brought you coffee, darling." nanami comes in with two cups in each of his hands. he hands one of the to you and places his own cup on the side of the counter, "have i told you that i'm so proud of you?"

he says out of blue and you tilt your head with a smile, "not today." you take a sip of your coffee and place you cup on the side, before moving close to nanami. 

"no matter how much i say it, it's never enough. you really put effort and some more extra effort in your work and it never fails to amaze me. it was hard for you in the beginning, i know but you've come a long way and i'm really proud of you."

you giggle, wrapping your arms around his waist, "aw thank you kento, really. for always being there for me."

he holds you jaw in one hand and brings his lips on your. you smile as you kiss him back. slow and full of love. 

until.. the door opens with a loud voice, "y/n, i'm so sorry i'm late." you quickly pull away from your boyfriend. one of your staffs, just came in and looks between you and nanami, looking sorry for disturbing your moment, "i'm sorry.."

you chuckle, "it's.. fine." she quickly puts her stuffs on the little table, before walking towards the door that connects to the bakery, "don't worry i'm on the counter."

you look at nanami after she's gone and pull him in a hug, "i'm sorry about her." he chuckles, "i'm gonna get used to having loud people around." you chuckle, pulling away from him. he clears his throat, "well y/n i have to go get ready for my work. i'll see you in the evening."

"uh huh, see you later. have a great day." he kisses you one last time before heading out for your shared apartment to get ready.

pls i started this with one thing in mind and idk what happened to it 

mm.. nice ways to start your morning.

[dduane]

The Novel as Cake

    I was reading through the 'writing' tag on your blog, and came across your wonderful post about how you outline your novels using Cherryh's 'Shopping List' technique. My question is - how do you decide/come up with the 10 things in the novel? I have about 3-4 things I know must happen in my idea, and other random details about the world. But what is important enough to be one of the 10 things? And also, how do you generate your ideas for those 10 things? - Asked by Anonymous

…Okay, let’s take this from the top. (And for convenience’s sake, let’s stay in the shopping-list idiom; it’s useful enough.) (ETA: the blog entry that discusses the Shopping List outlining method is here.)

Let’s say you want to make a cake. …This cake also being your novel.

To have a solid story (in the western-novel tradition, anyway), you need at least two things: plot and theme. The plot is what happens. The theme is the why of what happens, and (to a certain extent) the book-wide spectrum of thought and emotion that underlies that; the answer to the question “But what’s the book about?”* …Think of this duality, for the moment, as the equivalent of having both liquid and solid stuff in your cake. You’ve got to have both or it won’t rise. A book with a plot but no theme has no soul.

So: you’re going to make a cake. What kind?

As an example, I’m going to ease myself out onto a limb here and equate “chocolate-chip devil’s food with chocolate buttercream frosting” with “epic-fantasy quest fiction with strong political, exoreligious, and quasiromantic components.” (A favorite for me, over time, as some folks will have noticed. I just can’t get enough of those chocolate chips…)

So how do you determine the ten things you need (or whatever number you like, but ten works for me) as major ingredients / sections?

Well, ideally from some familiarity with what has gone in other/similar cakes/works of fiction in the past: because (in genre fiction, anyway) you have at least some reader expectations to manage. If you haven’t been reading in your chosen genre, you really should be. ...Now, this doesn’t mean you have to do what other people working in the genre have done. Indeed, at all times you remain at liberty to “flip the punchcard” and do exactly the opposite of what everybody else has been doing, if that’s what suits you. But they’ve set out possible recipes for you, so (as a beginner at this work) it'd seem wise to examine those recipes and see what’s in them that might be useful for you. Once you’ve been doing this for a while, you don’t need to go looking, just as an experienced baker doesn’t need to run for the recipe book every time they want to make a cake.

Naturally you can substitute ingredients, add some or lose some, when you’re creating something new; just as you like—while always making sure you don’t throw away anything routinely required/expected in your genre. (Such as, for example, the Happily Ever After at the end of a genre romance.) But certain basics must be in place, things that make what you’re creating recognizably A Cake, as well as your own additions and embellishments.

In this case, that could be:

For a cake: flour, milk, eggs, butter, baking powder, cocoa, chocolate chips, vanilla extract, seasonings, a little bit of salt (because without that, even the sweetest cake tastes just a little insipid somehow)

For a novel: a protagonist/pairtagonist (is that a word? It is now…); an antagonist (not necessarily a character: an antagonistic or stymie-ing situation that keeps the antagonist from easily getting what they want/need will do just as well. This is where at least some of the interior drama will derive from); a change in interior or exterior conditions that sets events in motion; a “ticking clock” or similar construct that means the desired result must be achieved within a certain time or before certain conditions change or expire; various reversals or hiccups in the flow of the story that will inject a sense of realism (because when does anything ever go perfectly smoothly…?); a crisis point at which everything assembled against the protagonist rises up to be dealt with, and the protagonist rises up to meet the challenge and deal with it; and finally, a set of resolution events that (even if it doesn’t absolutely finish the story proper) brings about an end state that will leave you, and any theoretical reader, satisfied with the completion of the current story arc.

…Needless to say, this is an incredibly oversimplified take on the kind of strategizing needed when you’re creating the recipe for a novel that won’t simply collapse the minute you take it out of the oven. But starting simply is often best. The more you do this kind of work, the easier it gets.

Now: “How do you generate your ideas for those 10 things?”

There are a lot of possible answers to this, but the simplest is: Make them up out of nothing, as usual. :)

…This isn’t meant to sound like sass. You made up those first three or four things you came up with out of nothing, and now (because they’ve been there for a while, probably) they may well have started to acquire a kind of secret, temporally-based superiority in your mind—starting to feel somehow more valid than what needs to come next to fill in the gaps. This kind of creeping sense of validity-via-temporal-primacy is a commonplace when you’re in mid-process, and I invite you to ignore it.

Just insert those three or four things into your shopping list in (roughly) story-temporal order, and then spend some time thinking about what kinds of events could usefully come between / flow from them. Hints:

Events that could realistically have been caused by the ones you’ve got already, and could also realistically be seen as causal to later ones you’ve already established, are always useful. Ideally, you’re trying to establish a chain of events in which none of them look accidental, or coincidental (because readers are rightfully sensitive to plots that only work because all the characters are idiots, or keep having “lucky accidents”). What you’re working toward is an event flow that seems, when viewed in completion, inevitable: as if it couldn’t have happened any other way. You will almost certainly not achieve this easily, early on in your novel work, and maybe not at all. But it strikes me as a good thing to be striving for.

Events that badly screw things up for the main characters are also always useful. Heroes do not become heroes by having everything go their way. Their heroism is achieved and manifested by having things go to shit around them again and again and AGAIN, and nonetheless still finding their way through all that shit to do what needs to be done. The lines attributed to the Confucianist philosopher Meng-tse (sometimes translated from Japanese into English as “Mōshi”) are a touchstone in this regard:

When Heaven is about to confer a great office upon a man, it first exercises his mind with suffering and his sinews and bones with toil: it exposes him to poverty and confounds all his undertakings. Then it is seen if he is ready.

So put your protagonists through the wringer. This is the greatest service you can do them: showing who they are by showing what they're made of.

A variant on this theme: Spend a little time thinking, “What is the absolute worst thing that could happen to these characters in this story / in this world?” And when you’ve figured that out, stick it into one of those gaps as a Main Thing—ideally one between the story’s midpoint and its already-planned crisis, if you’ve got that in place—and then start thinking about how to best exploit it to show how terrific your characters can become if you kick them around a bit. (Addendum: you are allowed to have one Absolutely Terrific and Beautiful Thing happen to assist your characters in recovering from this awfulness. Because they deserve it; but also, all invented worlds [if you ask me] should have beautiful things in them—things to long for, things that make your reader wish they could live there. And that you find beautiful, and worth returning to. You are absolutely allowed to keep yourself entertained, and emotionally refreshed, while you’re creating.)

…Anyway, take your time about getting those gaps filled in. It may take a little while: laying down basic story structure is worth not rushing, if you can avoid it. Once you’ve got everything major in place, the secondary lists will follow more easily.

HTH!

*This is a hilarious oversimplification, but my job at the moment is not (as the saying goes) to explain the workings of the entire universe while standing on one foot. :)

[lalovi]

https://www.tumblr.com/shmolish/750251834196852736/so-not-sure-on-the-limit-for-characters-but-feel?source=share

Hey I got inspiration from this other anon's ask and...gotta ask:

Same traits question...but for...well Royal margarine, clotted cream, shining glitter, cherry blossom, dark choco (after he redeemed himself), butter roll, red velvet, Caramel arrow and finally...cream unicorn.

If it's too many cookies at once...surprise me with who you choose from the List lol! (Sorry for so many...I simp for a LOT of cookies! Just picked a few from the list of cookies I Simp for.)

AN: I don't know some of these characters that well, so sorry if they seem a bit wonky-

Multiple x Reader CRK

Headcanons

Warning: Some of these characters may be OOC, not proof read

Royal Margarine

First and foremost, Buttercream has to like you

If they don't, you're automatically out (sorry)

It shouldn't be that much of an issue as long as you are a halfway decent person

Since he's kind of a wimp, he'd definitely appreciate someone who can fight rly well

A person to take care of him when he's drunk

Oh, and you have to be able to handle his constant flirting

And he probably won't mind someone who flirts back as well

Starts blushing and kicking his feet at the thought /hj

So, someone outgoing and bold

Clotted Cream

Knowing his profession and all, his day to day life is very stressful!!!

Therefore, I think he'd like someone who can help him wind down a bit

Someone who is always put together and organized

Like housewife vibes, even if that's a bit stereotypical

A person to just help his life become a little easier and a little less dull

So, someone detail oriented and calm

Shining Glitter

Since music is such a big thing in her life, she'd enjoy someone who can create music with her

Or even just dancing along to her own would be enough

Someone who appreciates everyone's art

A person who never gives up on their dreams

Or a person with a lot of ambition and ideas

Since it reminds her of herself <3

So, someone determined and creative

Cherry Blossom

100% you need to go on picnics with her daily

Bonus points if you know proper tea-party etiquette

She gives off nice aunt vibes but gossips a lot

Probably enjoys someone who she can gossip with

Not only that, but I'm sure someone who can bake would do her some good

After all, you must bring plenty of snacks to a picnic

So, someone who always listens and is easy to talk to

Dark Choco

Enjoys a person who will always love and accept him, despite his past

It would be a sun an moon kind of relationship

He seems rather touch starved, so a cuddly partner will definitely serve him well

So, someone understanding and kind

Butter Roll

He'd like someone who appreciates and is interested in his work

A person who always listens to his rants and what-not

An upbeat person to match his sunny personality

And perhaps someone who can notice small details and point them out

Someone who's dedicated to their craft

So, someone focused and upbeat

Red Velvet

I think he'd be interested in someone who is very kind and gentle

Since he has a lot of dogs, (cakes?) He would appreciate someone who can help him take care of them

Not only that, but I think he'd enjoy someone who he can just rant to

I don't know why, but I feel like he has a lot to say

So, someone gentle and caring

Caramel Arrow

She would be attracted to a person who always looks out for others

A person who fights to defend those who can't defend themselves

Even if they have to defy authority

You two would share that struggle

So, someone who looks out for others and has integrity

Cream Unicorn

Though they are very kind, they are actually rather calm

Therefore, I think they'd need someone a lot more extroverted to be with

A person who always tells them about their day

They just find you so interesting

A person who is kind to everyone

Someone with lots of energy

So, someone who is energetic and loves to talk

[cupcakedex]

Bagon cupcakes for Community Day!🐲🧁

I had set aside a few of my Cottonee mojito cupcakes, and made chocolate mint cupcakes with leftover batter from our Azumaril cake, because I knew I wanted to try my hand at these, and I just love them!

These cuties are decorated entirely with buttercream icing, and they definitely required some practice to get the shapes right! They definitely look like Mario enemies before they have all their details on.

[py-dreamer]

Ooop- so it's almost mid september...

Y'know what that means?

Yea so we have a return of the stickers!!!

Well less stickers and kinda whatever this is Ig

Don't get me wrong I'm still super proud of it! I suppose it was meant to be like stickers from last year but it kinda escalated and sort off got a wee bit out of hand...

...just a tad bit...

Woooh! So anyone who's in the KNY hotpot might recognize this style and yes I did basically use the KNY birthday art format but COME ON!!!

IT'S SO CUTE!!!

LOOK AT MAH BOIII SITTING ON THAT CAKE!!!

I JUST WANNA NOM BIG BITE!!!

(If you can't tell I do really like this cake art)

I promise this time it is really 10 days till my actual birthday unlike the whoopsie 11 I did last year -_-'

And I know it's not Mk's birthday even though it looks like it is, I know. But it's the bloody format of the art and Idk how else to change it. Besides I think they slay in those birthday outfits.

And it was fun to do my sticker style in a bigger thing!

But Idk if it's cause I haven't touched my bloody stylus in ages or I've been swimming in the KNY hotpot for too long BUT WHY WAS MK'S FACE SO HARD TO DRAW FROM THE FRONT VIEW!!!

I HAD TO COMPROMISE, MANS LOOKING TOWARDS THE SIDE!!!! LIKE XIAOTIAN I LOVE YOU AND WANT TO SQUEEZE THEM CUTE LIL CHEEKS OF YOURS BUT WHY ARE YOU SO HARD TO DRAW FROM THE FRONT!??!?

HE LOOKED LIKE A BLOODY CAT WITH SLIT EYES Y'ALL!!!

Oml...regardless, I did have a lot of fun with this and had lots of fun with the decorations and such. If you were here last year, your keen memory and astute eye might notice that the cake is the same cake I used in the 'shenanigans in space' birthday stickers I did last year!

@leesbian42, @cats-and-confusion remember that lol?

So the tiny memory flower thing and star candies are an homage to that :)

(btw, pssttt @emerialyncodevenice I know we haven't talked in a while but you mentioned that you liked the bloomin cake and was thinking of using it. Feel free to use this if you like, Idk how just credit me m'kay?)

But anyways, if y'all wanna use this pic, again. Pls credit me.

AND NO REPOSTING PLEASE!!!

The decorations are meant to be sugar cookies and idk what the icing is. Since I'm thinking more of an east asian fruit cake (those really really soft fluffy spongy ones) I was thinking more like light yellow dyed whipping cream and less buttercream.

Maybe even some kinda custard Idk...(does custard go well with cake?)

The orange chunks are meant to be like mango balls or chunks and hopefully the red thingys in the middle read across as strawberries

I had to include the Monkey king plush, he's just so little!

I was tempted to draw in the other characters as plushies since they are as important to MK probably but it's getting late and I'd already been working on this baby for like 3 hours already.

All in all, I do really like this and ngl, pray this doesn't flop.

I know my single stickers don't always do well but pls y'all I like this very much...

It is nice to compare this year's work and last year and I am proud to say I have improved at least somewhat

And as for why I rarely post, well I've gotten back from my holiday but sadly I'm at that age where work and stuff will be my main focus for the time being.

Got a lot of assignments and tests y'know...

(hell I have one due the 17th and tests to do tomorrow and here I am faffing on about legos on tumblr)

And like I said, I have been blipping and dabbing in demon slayer, read a lot more KNY fics lately (I actually have a mini sketch of kamaboko squad as hashiras, heavily inspired off of other designs but even so-, if I'm in the mood I might post that!)

But enough yapping, I'll try my best to keep up this 10 days thing

(if you don't know up till my birthday for 10 days I try to post a sticker or thingy like this one)

no promises since I am busier this year but this was a lot of fun so you'll definitely see some stuff.

(I just realized I have to keep up this level of detail in my other stuff T^T save meeeeeee plsssss)