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nerdiel-has-no-braincells · 1 year

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A Lifetime | Confessions pt 1

feat: nanami kento x f!reader, gojo satoru x f!reader

summary: yu’s birthday is celebrated with those who have been closest to him. what you didn’t expect was an after party

cw: cussing, make out sesh, unholy handholding

a/n: i’m sorry for the short chapter everyone! i didn’t realize how short it actually was but i wanted it to end on a happy note before we get into the fun

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3 months had passed since you and Satoru visited the cafe. Satoru would regularly go with you to visit Kento. He would be there when you needed his shoulder to cry on and to keep you company. There were more times where the two of you would have a picnic while visiting and you would bring Kento’s favorite food so that he wouldn’t feel left out.

One thing that drove Satoru wild was when you found out about his sweet tooth, you would occasionally greet him with a new treat. Knowing that you always made something solely for him caused Satoru to fall for you over and over again.

Your son was always ecstatic to see Satoru and Yuji, moreso Satoru since he was more on the same wavelength as your 6 year old son compared to Yuji, who would offer to help cook meals and clean up with you. It was amusing to see the difference in personality between the oldest and youngest guests that frequented your home.

Tonight in particular was in celebration for your son’s birthday, so you and and your mother were cooking him dinner while Satoru and Yuji kept Yu busy by telling him stories of his missions.

Your son admired Satoru and Yuji, almost as much as he admired his own father. There were times where you could swear the two of them brought out the innocence and wonder a child has before he goes back to his natural personality that resembled his father as if he was trying to hide acting like his own age.

You were grateful that both Satoru and Yuji were there to help fill part of the void Kento left, but there were nights where Yu would still cry himself to sleep because of how much he missed his father and it broke your heart because you know your child was suffering and there was only so much you could do.

Today was one of those days. This wasn’t the first birthday without Kento, but even though the years have gone by, it doesn’t get any easier for Yu as he was still young and he missed his father greatly. While Yuji and Satoru filled a role in his life, they would never replace the missing presence of his father.

“Have they contacted Yu at all?” Your mother asked, standing next to you while you were decorating the cake. You were making your son’s favorite cake: genoise sponge cake with strawberries and chocolate shavings.

You know who your mother was talking about; Kento’s parents. “No. They haven’t called or seen him at all.”

After Kento’s death, it was hard for them to accept it and in the end, you and your son were put to blame because he would have continued with his corporate job if you didn’t encourage him and he didn’t have a son to feed. Or if you had just gone back to taking missions instead of accepting the role of a stay at home mother.

You didn’t know where it came from because at the memorial service, you felt that they would be there for if not you, then your and Kento’s son at least. But they rejected him.

It pissed you off to no end. Your son was completely innocent throughout all of this and for his other grandparents to reject him solely based on their own grief hurt you. Of course you didn’t tell him the real reason why they stopped coming around, just that they moved away because staying in Tokyo was too painful for them.

The only reason you even knew about it was because you had called them last year to schedule a visit since it had been 2 years since Yu had seen his grandparents and you were told that the two of you were no longer family. Kento’s mother spat vicious venom at you, blaming the two of you for their loss as if you didn’t lose Kento as well.

To make matters worse, they even threatened to take Yu from you immediately after telling you he was no longer family. They were determined that you would kill their only grandson. But they didn’t expect you to stand your ground and fight them. One of the reasons Kento fell in love with you was because you were forthright when it came to matters that you deeply cared for. As soon as you were threatened with your own child, that was when you put your foot down, causing them to fall back on their threat.

A sigh escaped from your mother, snapping you back to the present.

“How can two people reject an innocent child?” She muttered to you and herself.

“I don’t even know, mom.” You responded. “But it’s their loss because they don’t see the person he’s grown up to be and will grow up to be. Besides,” you looked over at your shoulder to see Yu, Yuji and Satoru playing Mario Kart together that Yu received as a present. Yuji had let out a yell as Satoru successfully used a bomb on him in order to let Yu race to 1st, laughing loudly. The scenery made you smile.

“Everyone who loves him is here where they should be.”

After a few more rounds of Mario Kart, it was time for cake. As Yu made his way to the table with Yuji and Satoru at tow, you noticed the plastic crown on his head, which slid off as soon as he got onto the chair. Thankfully, you easily caught it and put it back on the top of his head.

“Where did you get this, my birthday boy? At school?” You asked, kissing his cheek.

“Uncle Gojo got it for me!” He answered happily. “He said all birthday boys and girls need it.”

You looked at Satoru and smiled at him before looking back at your son.

“Did you make sure to thank him?” You asked, which Yu nodded.

Yuji turned down the lights as your mother came in from the kitchen as you all sang happy birthday. You hugged your son while you sang to him and he kissed your cheek, patiently waiting until the singing was complete before he could blow out the candles.

Once they were all successfully blown, you noticed they immediately lit up again, causing Yu to blow them out once more. Again and again they lit up and the marvel that shone in his eyes was enough to make you laugh.

“Is this magic?!” He yelled, which caused the others to laugh.

“It’s a type of candle that lights back up when you blow it out. It’s meant to be a joke to trick the person they were bought for. I bought them.” Yuji explained, grinning.

Blowing them out once again, the candles began to spark as if they were coming back to life once again before they ceased all action. Turning the lights back on, you picked the candles off the cake before setting them aside.

The rest of the night passed quickly and both Yuji and your mom went home shortly before Yu had to prepare for bed.

Satoru stood next to you in the kitchen helping you clean with you washing the dishes and him rinsing and drying them.

“You know you didn’t have to help, right?” You said.

Satoru chuckled as he put the plate into the cabinet. He’d been over enough to know where everything went.

“I’m well aware I don’t, but I want to.” He responded, reaching for the next plate you were handing him to rinse and dry.

You opened your mouth to respond but were cut off by the running of your now 6 year old.

“I’m done mommy!” He yelled, passing by the kitchen and running into his room with you and Satoru watching.

The two of you looked at each other and giggled before you washed your hands to read Yu a bedtime story.

“I’ll be right back. We have a 2 chapter maximum.” You said as you left the kitchen and headed towards your son’s room.

Satoru wondered what you were reading to Yu, but then he remembered that Kento spent his time reading. Not to mention he was 6 and probably grew out of children's books so you had to read one more age appropriate. Shrugging his shoulders, he turned his attention back to the dishes so that you wouldn’t have to worry about finishing them.

An hour later, you quietly exited Yu’s room, leaving the door open a crack in case he needed you. As your son was falling asleep, he began to cry for his father and it broke your heart in two. You had to hold back your own tears while you gently stroked your fingers through your son’s blonde hair.

Watching his sleeping form, the tears that you tried so hard to prevent from forming fell down your cheeks. You placed a hand over your mouth to prevent sounds from coming out as you cried over the heartbreak of Yu.

Turning around, you didn’t expect to see Satoru cleaning up the living room. You jumped in shock since you figured he would have gone home. Instead, he stayed to clean up and the fact that he wanted to help made your chest tighten.

Dropping everything in his hand, Satoru rushed over to you and gently placed his hands on the sides of your face, worry evident in his expression.

“What’s wrong? Are you ok?” He asked, his eyes searching yours for an answer.

Somehow, that simple action caused your tears to begin flooding down your face before you threw your arms around him, burying your face in his chest.

Satoru froze for a millisecond before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close to him. He didn’t know what happened, but he was here for you and he wasn’t going to let go until you calmed. If he had it his way, he’d never let you go.

Hoping you couldn’t hear how his chest pounded, Satoru laid his cheek on the top of your head.

“Tell me what happened.” He soothed, gently rocking you back and forth in a calming manner.

Clutching onto his shirt, you sniffled.

“He misses Kento so much and it hurts. No matter how long he’s been gone, Yu cries for his father. And it just breaks my heart so much.” You said, your voice going an octave higher at the last sentence as you tried to hold back your sobs.

Satoru rubbed your back, staying quiet. You didn’t need a conversation or to be told everything would be ok — you needed someone to be there.

In the quiet of the night, the only noises were your sniffles before you calmed down. Yet you didn’t let go of Satoru.

You don’t know when it happened, but he became a source of comfort for you and just being near him brought you that calmness.

Even when you calmed down, Satoru didn’t let go of you, continually rubbing your back with his large hand, cheek on your head. He wasn’t going to say anything until you were ready. He would never push you to talk.

Pulling your head away from his chest, you looked directly at Satoru, who gazed into your eyes with a gentleness behind them.

You don’t know why you did it, but you leaned in, standing on your toes, wrapping your arms around his neck before pressing your lips onto his. You could feel him jolt in surprise, not making any moves before his grip around you tightened and the hand that was rubbing your back rested against the back of your head as he leaned into the kiss.

Lips molding together perfectly as if you were made for each other, Satoru tilted his head to deepen the kiss, his tongue licking your bottom lip for access, which you granted.

Tongues pressing against each other, you felt Satoru lean down with you before his hands were placed on the back of your thighs, lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist shortly after. The sudden action caused you to moan.

Satoru walked backwards to your couch, masterfully maneuvering around other furniture as if he had the entire layout memorized. Sitting down with you on top of him straddling his lap, the hand on your back gently traced down before stopping above your ass, careful to not do any unwanted touches before his hand found its place on your hip, gently squeezing and rubbing circles with his thumb.

Breaking away from your lips, Satoru left kisses along your jaw before trailing down your neck and nipping at your collarbone, causing a breathy moan to escape your lips.

Satisfied with your reaction, Satoru left another nip on the other side before pressing a light kiss to it. Trailing his tongue up your neck, he kissed and nipped at your jaw.

“Mmm…Kento-ah!” You moaned before both of you froze.

You brought yourself back down to reality and pushed yourself away from Satoru, standing next to the touch with your back turned.

“(Y/N) I-“ Satoru began.

“I think it’s best if you leave.” You interrupted, not wanting to have a conversation.

Silence enveloped the room once more before you heard a silent ‘ok’. Shuffling sounded and you waited for the footsteps to fade away and the sound of the front door open and close before you dropped to the ground.

What possessed you to do such a thing? Even after you told yourself that you would never move on from Kento, you ended up making out with your friend.

And poor Satoru, you thought, you gave him the wrong signal during a low time and he ended up going along with it. You were the lowest of the low, using a good friend to fill the gap in your loneliness.

You walked to your room, shutting the door behind you before you sat down and cried with your hands covering your face.

You felt like you betrayed your husband. It sounds silly because he’s been dead for 3 years, but in your heart of hearts it felt like betrayal to you.

The next day after taking Yu to school, you decided to visit Kento on an off day in hopes you could get some clarity.

Walking up the hill, you see a mop of white hair standing in front of your husband’s grave, his hands in his pockets looking down at Kento’s grave sorrowfully.

Sensing you were there, Satoru looked at you, seemingly shocked to see you as you were him; which was understandable since you visited on specific days every week.

You turned your head away, choosing to not look at Satoru. Even while he was wearing his blindfold, you could feel his eyes boring into your skull. Fiddling with the hem of your shirt, you opted to come back tomorrow instead.

“I-I’m sorry. I’ll leave you to spend time with Kento.” You turned and began to descend the hill until you felt Satoru’s hand gently wrap around yours.

“(Y/N) wait!” He called out. “Please listen to what I have to say and I promise I’ll leave.”

Without looking back at him out of pure embarrassment, you made no further move to leave. Your fingers wrapped around his to indicate that he could continue.

Satoru looked down and pursed his lips. He fucked up. Royally so. But he still tried so hard to fight his feelings for you until you were ready.

He couldn’t do it anymore. He had to tell you.

“I’m sorry.” He began. “It was selfish and stupid of me to take advantage of you when you were grieving. But I can’t deny holding back my feelings for you anymore.”

Threading his fingers in between yours, he gulped — nervous to tell you in fear of losing you forever.

“I love you (Y/N).”

You were shocked at the sudden confession and turned to look at Satoru, who still was looking down at the ground.

“Satoru, I-“ You began.

“I don’t think I can pretend that I can wait anymore until you’re ready to move on. I know that you don’t feel like you ever will, but we never know what the future holds.”

Slipping his fingers from his free hand onto his blindfold, pulling it down his face as he lifts his head to look at you. You stilled at the look in his eyes; so full of resolve and love as he gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

“If you’ll allow me to, I would like to keep loving you. And if the time comes where you’re ready to move on, please give me the chance to show you that I can make you happy.”

The combination of the determination and the confession itself caused your heart to skip a beat. You felt your cheeks begin to heat as if you felt his love in your own body. You couldn’t take your eyes away from his shining blue eyes, staring straight at you.

“Satoru, I. I don’t know.” Your breathing picked up the pace. You felt as if you were panicking. “You didn’t take advantage of me but I took advantage of you. I was comforted by the never ending kindness you’ve shown me and I…” Tears began to form as you spoke. “I’m a horrible person, Satoru. I shouldn’t have used you in that way to comfort my own feelings. And to even say his name instead.”

Satoru immediately stepped to you, letting go of your hand in order to place both hands on your cheeks. Wiping away the stray tears that fell, he gently shushed you.

“It’s understandable. You haven’t been with anyone after him. Your feelings haven’t strayed from him.”

You shook your head. “Of course I love him. He’s my husband but I…I feel something for you Satoru. And it feels wrong, like I shouldn’t be feeling anything except for what I feel for Kento.”

Satoru jolted for a split second before pressing his forehead against yours.

“(Y/N). It’s ok, don’t force yourself to feel anything for me, even if it’s the tiniest. I’m willing to wait for you no matter how long it takes. I won’t ask you to stop feeling your love for him because I don’t want you to.

It just shows me that when you love, your love is so strong that it transcends anything; even death.”

You closed your eyes as your tears continued to spill.

“Thank you Satoru. For everything. I don’t want to lose you though, even as a friend.” You cried.

“You won’t. Ever. Even if you’ll never feel anything for me, I won’t ever stop being your friend. You’re too important to me.” He responded, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

“You’re important to me too, Satoru. You and Yuji are such great influences for Yu and he loves you so much. I’d hate for him to lose you. I don’t want to lose you either.”

“You won’t. Neither one of you will. I promise.”

You nodded and looked up at Satoru. His crystal blue eyes never once stopped looking at you and it was as if after his confession you could clearly see the love resembled in them. How could you ever ask anyone to keep their feelings to themselves? You understood why he confessed and it would be wrong of you to pretend he never had.

The relationship between you was forever changed whether you liked it or not. But it was a change you were happy to welcome. Maybe not now, maybe not soon, but eventually.

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askyves · 2 months

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Good day to you Prince Yves.

Would you be interested in some chocolate castella?

I hope they are to your liking :)

Hello, Sh0. Good day.

Castella? That's a traditional confection in Ruby, isn't it? I'm very interested in trying it. Thank you.

Mmmmm. It's so fluffy and light! But it's more flavorful than a typical genoise. I like this very much! Thank you again. I simply must learn to make this.

Yves Kloss 🍰

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lickingtankbusters · 3 months

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A selection of small entremets done for a dinner this week

Chocolate mousse with hazelnut praline on sable breton with mirror glaze

Whipped white chocolate ganache with a cherry insert and pistachio sponge in a cherry/raspberry glaze

Almond dacquoise millefeuille with raspberries and pastry cream

Blackberry gelee and lemon mousse with genoise sponge and mint

Dark chocolate orange truffle with a orange, ginger, and mint mendient

#food #dessert #pastry #entremet #chocolate #my food

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cake-crumbs · 10 months

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Some of you have been following me since I was a lil baking blog on LiveJournal. This one is for you guys. I don't post on the blog any more, in any of the places where it's now hosted. Truth is, I lost my passion for baking. It's hard enough to find the motivation to make anything at all, let alone to document the whole process, edit the photos and videos, and write up a post and the recipe for it.

But when one of my current D&D tables had our 1 year campaign anniversary, I wanted to make them a little something. The group is very special to me, as is the story we are creating together. 40 sessions in a year is so much more than so many tables ever get to experience. The desire to mark the occasion was enough motivation to dust off some of the old tools.

And you know what? For the first time in longer than I can remember, I actually had fun baking again.

I don't think that necessarily means the blog is coming back. But maybe the odd cake will.

The cake itself is a joconde imprime entremet. For old readers you'll know this style is a favourite of mine since we tackled it via the Daring Bakers Challenge (another cherished corner of the internet that no longer exists). The layers in this one from top to bottom are: dark chocolate ganache, strawberry tea-infused white chocolate mousse, fresh raspberry jelly, chocolate genoise sponge, chocolate mousse, and another chocolate genoise sponge.

#d&d #food #food porn #cakes #cake decorating #chocolate cake #chocolate #chocolate mousse #joconde imprime

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sophisticated-creepy · 3 months

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As ten o’clock rolled around, true to Annie’s words, the front doors to the Northcott Manor House were shut and locked, the creaky hinges a certain precursor surely to setting the scene for the evening’s future and anticipated spookies. While the staff doted about their closing duties, the overnight birthday party agreed upon using that time to cart in their luggage and supplies, which included small suitcases, presents, a cake, video cameras, digital recorders, duffle bags filled with a random assortment of ghost hunting necessities, and a sack full of pillar candles with strange and unusual symbols carved into their wax. After watching Annie descend the front stoop of the building, the last staff member to vacate the premises, the friends stood in the silence of the foyer, alone with the old ghosts of the infamous mansion.

“It’s actually happened,” Lola stated. “We’re here, spending the night, at the Northcott Manor House. I can’t believe it. I never dreamed this could be possible.”

“Well, don’t waste your time waxing poetic about it,” Modesta laughed, steering her dazzled friend into the front parlor room. “You have the whole night and run of the place, but right now, you have presents to open and a party to get started.”

Lola watched on in a state of contented bliss as her friends scurried about arranging a table for the birthday celebration setup. Since the parlor had also been converted into a dining space like many of the other rooms on the main level by the Manor House restaurant, it wasn’t difficult placing a linen covered table in front of the room’s magnificent fireplace, and while Modesta, Jack, and Lazare busied themselves with ambiance such as dimming the lights, Raphael retrieved the chilled bottle of champagne from their room as well as extra glasses. The pleasant pop of the cork had Lola blinking herself back into reality just as Raphael handed her a champagne flute full of her favorite sparkling bubbles.

“You should see the cake Modesta made,” Raphael said as he clinked his glass edge with hers. “There isn’t a cake to be made in all the world that will ever suit you quite like this one.”

“Mo? You made the cake?” Lola asked, excited to taste her best friend’s masterpiece of baked goods.

“Naturally,” Modesta retorted, flipping her hair over her shoulder in pride for her confectionary work. “I created a three layered, elderberry and lavender genoise sponge cake with a light blueberry compote and white chocolate frosting.”

“Oh, my God, when are you going to open a bakery? That sounds absolutely divine, I’m already drooling.”

“Take a look at the top,” Jack added, pointing at the cake over his rolling camcorder. “I think you’ll appreciate that, too.”

Lola squealed delightedly as she approached her cake, and laughed with pure joy behind the sound as she saw the little sheet ghost Modesta drew with icing chocolate garnished with edible eyeballs for extra drama and pizazz. “I love how you’ve written ‘Happy Boo-thday’.”

“I know it reads like ‘booth-day’, but, hey, there’s only so much I can word pun,” Modesta said with a shrug of her shoulders.

“It’s perfect, and I love it. Thank you,” and Lola gave her friend a hug.

“You’re welcome. Now, let’s open some presents so we can cut into that thing,” Modesta said, laughing. Lola agreed heartily, and while Raphael and Lazare doled out the rest of the champagne, passing a glass to everyone, Lola situated herself at the head of the table, and once all the friends were comfortably seated, Modesta handed over the first present. “Since we’ve been fawning all over my cake,” she started, “you might as well open my present first,” and she handed Lola the gift bag adorned with pretty paper.

Rummaging through the layers of glittery, colorful tissue, Lola uncovered a tabletop woolen crow with coiled wire legs for balance and a checkered burlap scarf for fashion. “Look at the baby!” Lola cooed, holding up the figuring for her friends to see. “He’s so cute!” and she held it to her bosom in a loving squeeze. “I love him.”

“What are you going to name him?” Lazare asked.

Lola held the crow out before her, turning it over to observe every angle before answering. “Aloysius.”

“A dashing name for a dapper crow,” Raphael chuckled.

“He’s fancy,” Lola agreed.

“Like I said, as soon as I unboxed them at the store, I had to give you one for your birthday,” Modesta said. “I’m glad you like him.”

“I love him. Thank you.” Lola kissed the end of Aloysius’s beak and gave him another tender embrace.

“My turn! Open mine next,” Lazare said, holding out the wrapped parcel. Lola accepted the rectangular box with a “thank you”, and tore into the shiny paper. “This came from the pawn shop,” he began to explain, “and there’s a solid chance it might be haunted.”

“You’re gifting me a haunted object?” Lola asked, pausing midway through peeling back the wrapping paper to stare at him with wide eyes.

“It’s a possibility. I haven’t personally experienced any activity centered around the object itself specifically, but it does give off some pretty spooky vibes, and who doesn’t love haunted objects?”

Without further delay, Lola tore off the remaining wrappings, unveiling an unassuming black box, and upon opening the lid, she gasped in surprise. “It’s a fountain pen,” she announced, and taking gentle fingers, plucked the ornate pen from its velvet cushion, showing off the green enameled writing implement with marble detailing and polished gold metal hardware with a wide, sturdy nib.

“It’s in perfect working condition, too, and I filled the chamber with fresh ink for you, so you are good to start writing whenever you want,” Lazare shared.

“What do you think, Modesta? Is it haunted?” Lola held the pen towards her friend, who spontaneously gave a jolt and violent shudder once the object entered her personal space. “Yep. Haunted,” Lola laughed, the others joining in.

“It’s giving off some major residual energy for sure,” Modesta agreed, rubbing her hands up and down her arms to dispel the march of goosebumps crawling over her flesh. “But I don’t know if an actual spirit is attached to it or not.”

“Only time will tell,” Lola declared, tucking the pen away back into its soft casing. “Thank you, Lazare, I love it. You all are seriously the best people I could ever ask for to be my family. I cannot express how much I love each and every one of you, nor can I thank you enough for making today feel so special. Now, I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m ready to cut into that cake.”

In agreement, the friends once more bustled about the room, gathering paper plates and cutlery or topping off champagne glasses while Lola moved her newly gifted treasures to a safe place out of the way to later take upstairs. Returning to her spot at the table, Lazare finished putting three birthday candles into the cake, and when everyone was settled, he took out a book of matches and struck the first light. The friends began to sing the traditional “Happy Birthday” tune as the first candle was lit, Lola’s smile wide and joyous with love and warmth filling her heart, and she reached out to hold Raphael’s hand as the second candle was lit. The song was culminating to its end as Lazare was getting ready to light the third candle, but as he lowered the flame to the wick, the matchstick extinguished itself.

“Sorry about that,” Lazare nonchalantly apologized, striking up a second match to light the remaining candle. Again, he repeated his actions of lowering the match to the wick, and before he could make contact, the flame, once more, extinguished itself.

“Got some faulty matches there, Lazare?” Jack asked.

“Apparently,” he replied, striking up a third match, only to have it extinguished before he even lowered it to the candle. “This calls for some advanced critical thinking.” He set aside the box of matches, taking up the unlit candle from the cake, and tipped it over to light it from one of the other existing flames, yet as the wick was about to catch fire, all the birthday candles, at once, blew themselves out.

“It would appear someone doesn’t want you having a birthday wish,” Jack quipped.

“That’s rather unfortunate,” Lola scoffed. “Well, joke’s on them, I already have everything I could wish for this birthday.”

“At least blow out one candle,” Raphael suggested. “Otherwise, your birthday doesn’t count.”

“Oh? Are those the rules of birthday candles?” Lola asked, her tone teasing and playful.

“Yes, now be a good girl and blow.” Raphael deftly struck up a match, relighting one of the birthday candles, and pulled the cake closer towards her so she could make her wish. After a few seconds of theatrical over dramatic thinking, Lola blew out the candle, and everyone cheered.

Modesta took charge of portioning out slices of cake while picking up the conversation. “Lazare and I have another surprise for you, Lola.”

“Another surprise?” Lola asked. “I’ve had so many pleasant ones today, I don’t know how there could possibly be any more.”

“We all know how much you love the Gray Lady, so how would you like it if we tried to communicate with her?” Lazare asked.

“Are you saying, what I think you’re saying?” Lola questioned, anticipation beginning to bubble up inside her chest.

“That’s right. We’re going to have a séance and try to make contact with your favorite ghost,” Modesta announced. “Respectfully, of course. We’re not provoking her into responding to our ‘demands’ to show herself or perform some kind of ‘ghost-trick’, we’re merely asking some simple questions to try and start a conversation. So, what do you think?”

“I love that idea! What are we doing sitting around eating cake? Let’s get this séance started!”

“Relax,” Modesta said with a laugh. “We have plenty of time to summon ghosts. Finish your cake and then we can get started.”

It was rather impressive, albeit alarming, to watch Lola finish eating her entire piece of cake in three whole bites, but the declared séance had everyone’s eagerness rising the longer they sat and talked, and with excited expectation overpowering the energy around the intimate group of weird friends, Lazare finally broke the tension first by standing from the table to gather his special candles of summoning. Their table was cluttered with evidence of birthday celebrations, so they moved it off to the side, creating space to hold the séance on the floor in front of the fireplace. Lazare sat with his back towards the hearth, the rest flanking him in a circle, the pillar candles placed in proper accordance to speak with the dead. Lola had retrieved her pen and notepad, with Stanley at the ready as well to capture every word and sound.

“I’m going to go into a trance,” Lazare began. “I’ll be wearing the noise canceling headphones and blindfold, which means I won’t be influenced by your questions, and will only speak on what I intuitively hear. Modesta is going to lead the circle of protection, and then hopefully, the Gray Lady will come through.” Lazare gave a wave to the lens of Jack’s camcorder, then removed his glasses, slipping on the blindfold and securing the headphones. He sat peacefully, taking steady breaths, grounding himself in preparation to begin connecting with the mistress of the house.

“As I light these candles, I ask that you all imagine a dome of protective white light covering this space. Only those who are of the light may enter this dome. Here, we are safe and protected,” Modesta began. There were five candles in total, the largest one, as well as the one carved with the most symbols, sat in the middle of their circle, with the other four marking a type of compass for north, south, east, and west. Modesta gathered the matchbook from earlier in the night, and struck a match, leaning forward to light the center candle, yet the flame, as before, extinguished itself before making contact with the wick.

“Damnit, what is wrong with these matches?” Modesta asked in a frustrated huff, striking a second matchstick only to have the same outcome.

“Surely the Manor House have extra matches stashed around here somewhere. Want me to go look?” Jack asked.

“No, I saw Lazare had a lighter in that bag he used to bring the candles. Let’s try using that first. I like us to use lit candles when doing a séance, as they help ward off unwanteds, but we don’t have to use them,” Modesta explained as she stood to look for Lazare’s lighter. “Here it is. Okay, let’s try this again.” Striking the metal wheel, a healthy flame appeared from the small pocket lighter, and Modesta was able to light the wick of the center candle.

“Don’t do it.” Lazare’s drawl was eerily musical, a command while also a coax to continue in lighting the candles, the lilt a taunting sing-song of foreboding.

“That didn’t sound like a friendly ghost,” Lola whispered, her breath practically stilled from Lazare’s creepy warning.

“Is there someone already here with us?” Modesta asked, her attention fully on Lazare even as her hand hovered over the candle in the north position. “Can you tell us your name?” All eyes were fixated on Lazare, yet he remained silent and unmoving. Modesta tentatively sparked the lighter over the second candle, watching as Lazare took in a deep breath, but said nor did anything further while she lit the second candle.

“We just want to speak with the lady of the house,” Modesta continued. “Is she here with us?” Her arm moved to the third candle, but the lighter jumped from her hand, appearing to be smacked out of her grasp, and she yelped, shaking her fingers to dispel the searing charge of energy that shocked her. As the lighter clattered to the ground, the wicks that had been burning, sputtered, and went out.

“Maybe we should stop,” Jack said, filling the silence that began to border on awkward. “It’s starting to feel like we’re playing with fire…no pun, or irony, intended.”

“But it is rather interesting, however,” Lola said, “that we can’t seem to light more than two candles at a time. Something clearly doesn’t want a third candle lit. But why?”

“Do we need all the candles lit?” Raphael asked. “Similar to Lola’s birthday candles, can we conduct a séance with only one?”

“Light them all,” Lazare spoke, his tone remaining playful yet taunting.

“That sounded like a challenge,” Jack said on a nervous chuckle.

“Too bad I didn’t bring my battery operated candles,” Lola said, her sigh tinged with the regret of oversight.

“That’s it!” Modesta shouted, her outburst startling the group. “If we can’t have traditional flames for a séance, we can always make do with contemporary fire.” She shot up from her place on the floor, continuing to speak her idea aloud while rummaging through the bags holding their ghost hunting equipment. “I’m taking a page out of your book, Lola.”

“And that would be…?” Lola asked, drawing out the question.

“The power of loopholes.” Modesta turned from her foraging to face the others still sitting on the floor. “Nowhere has it been said we can’t use modern day torches for a séance,” and she held up five small flashlights, the devices perfect sizes for travel or emergency kits. She handed out a flashlight to everyone as she rejoined the circle, keeping two for herself, as Lazare was oblivious in his current condition to notice the activity scuttling before him.

“On the count of three, everyone turn on your flashlight,” Modesta instructed. “One. Two. Three.”

The room ignited in a glow of warm illuminations from the flashlights, their beams pointing towards the ceiling, and like moths to a flame, the friends subconsciously huddled closer into the soft realm of intimate space the torches created. Whatever appeared to dislike the notion of tangible flame seemed to be okay with the crafty makeshift workaround of their lighted protective circle, and when Lazare continued to sit motionless as the flashlights were all turned on, the friends collectively relaxed, eager once more for the séance to officially begin.

“All right, let’s get started,” Modesta said, rubbing her hands together. “Whomever is---?” She stopped mid-question, as all five flashlights began to simultaneously flicker, the lights dimming as if the batteries were being drained.

“Get. Out.”

Lazare’s voice had taken on a gravelly, guttural sneer, the abrupt contrast to his usual cadence eliciting tiny gasps of fright from Lola, the others flinching back at the hatred dripping from Lazare’s command. The flickering bulbs of the flashlights burst into a surge of powerful light, far brighter than what the circuitry was capable before plunging the parlor into complete and utter pitch darkness. Light, as well as temperature, was sucked out of the room, the shadows growing cold as ice, the act of breathing becoming a daunting chore, for akin to the dying flame of a candle, oxygen was pulled from the hauntingly quiet room. The increasingly deep, wet breaths of Lazare saturated the air in an uncomfortable heaviness, the thick vocalization of his next command spreading chills through the hearts of those sitting in the protective circle.

“Run.”

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Super spooky!

Another new chapter here for "The Third Light", and I hope you all enjoyed it! And yes, it is perfectly acceptable to go out and get yourself a cake now, or any other baked good of your choosing.

More spookies are on their way, so keep an eye out, friends! Thanks for reading, and I'll see you all next time!

~Melissa

#the third light #newberry at night #adventure #fantasy #romance #love #magic #witches #ghosts #ghost hunting #ghost story #seance gone wrong #paranormal mystery #cozy mystery #writing community #writblr #cake

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foodies-channel · 6 months

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🍥 Cardamom, orange and rose genoise with saffron cream, pistachio truffle, rose petal white chocolate and candied orange peel

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fullcravings · 2 years

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Black Forest Cake

#black forest #chocolate #cake #layer #food #cherry #fruit #dessert #baking #recipe #birthday #kirsch #frosting #genoise #whipped cream #ifyougiveablondeakitchen

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gothamslostboy · 1 year

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Favorite Cake Flavors

A/N: Happy Birthday to me!(July 25) As a little celebratory thing, here’s what I believe different characters favorite cakes are

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THE LOST BOYS

David - cheesecake with chocolate flakes

Dwayne - chocolate with raspberry drizzle

Marko - oreo icecream cake

Paul - confetti cake

Michael - red velvet

Star - vanilla with fresh fruit toppings (strawberries and blueberries, maybe peach slices)

Sam - carrot cake

Lucy - red velvet with butter cream

GOTHAM

Edward - Genoise cake with buttercream filling and mango drizzle

Oswald - dark chocolate, but he uses a fork and dips each bite in whipped cream

Victor Zsasz - strawberry sponge cake

Butch Gilzean - cheesecake

Jerome Valeska - it’s actually carrot cake, but says something gross or bizarre when asked

Jervis - orange pound cake

Tabitha - white chocolate w/ black berry filling

BONES

Booth - prefers pie, but if he had to pick chocolate. (BONUS: thinks carrot cake is just plain weird)

Brennan - carrot cake

Zack - vanilla ice cream cake (nothing else)

Hodgins - Angel food cake with oranges

Angela - lemon cake with a little hit of raspberry

Sweets - idk for some reason I feel like he eats chocolate cake covered in fondant and peanut butter

Fisher - vanilla but uses black food dye, blueberry filling

Camille - mango chiffon cake

SCOOBY DOO

Fred - marble cake with carmel drizzle

Daphne - vanilla with pumpkin icing

Shaggy - funfetti

Velma - banana with buttercream

Scooby - Daphne makes him a dog safe cake made of scooby snacks (he sneaks bites out of shaggy‘s cake too)

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What are y’all’s favorite flavors? Mines red cheese cake with raspberry sauce or peanut butter icecream cake:]

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valerieveries · 5 months

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Baking Log (Done)

CAKES: confetti cake medovnik Boston cream sheet cake dark chocolate cake with mousse filling and ganache yellow cake (genoise sponge cake with chocolate mousse frosting) yellow cake (sponge cake with chocolate buttercream frosting) lemon sheet cake with lemon glaze vanilla cake with key lime buttercream frosting

PIES: blueberry pie bumbleberry pie chocolate cream pie French silk pie pumpkin pie apple pie (half Granny Smith, half Pink Ladies) chocolate chess pie BREADS: vanilla muffins lemon blueberry muffins raspberry chocolate chip muffins white cheese buns dinner rolls rosemary and Asiago bread pumpkin chocolate chip bread banana chocolate chip bread lemon poppyseed bread cinnamon rolls Irish soda bread OTHER TREATS: cherry clafoutis peach cobbler strawberry custard tart apple frangipane tart lemon blueberry custard tart

#baking #about me

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lickingtankbusters · 4 months

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Almond genoise covered by some chocolate mousse and of course covered in chocolate. Served with some chantilly cream, candied slivered almonds, and a dark chocolate covered almond

#food #dessert #my food #messed up plating is the server servings #honestly no real reason for the chocolate covered almonds other than needs to use them up #I need to restrain myself from just hormfing choc mousse when I make it #we got that good chocolate to make it with #hi I’m in hell I needed to make around 400 of these for this week

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helenfletcher · 6 months

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Here are some wonderful suggestions to make your holiday brighter than ever. Something for everyone from breakfast to dinner and everything in-between. Above all have a very Happy Holiday. [wprm-recipe-roundup-item id="19931" template="plp---roundup-summary" image="24802" summary="A favorite pie this Coconut Cream Pie features a lightened pastry cream filling loaded with coconut and instead of whipped cream it is finished with a toasty meringue. "] [wprm-recipe-roundup-item id="17563" template="plp---roundup-summary---green" image="32158" summary="A deeply chocolate yeast roll rippled with German Chocolate filling makes a special treat anytime of the day."] [wprm-recipe-roundup-item id="10475" template="plp---roundup-summary" image="32165" summary="Two layers of carrot cake sandwiched with a layer of cheesecake all finished with cream cheese frosting makes this a very special dessert."] [wprm-recipe-roundup-item id="13419" template="plp---roundup-summary---green" image="13423" summary="Swirls of Nutella filling twist through a sweet yeast bread all soaked in a sweet syrup. Truly a special treat that can be made ahead and frozen. "] [wprm-recipe-roundup-item id="12581" template="plp---roundup-summary" image="32179" summary="An easily made treat from the continent, this crescent shaped sweet roll is filled with walnuts, sugar and cinnamon, then dusted with powdered sugar after baking."] [wprm-recipe-roundup-item id="16105" template="plp---roundup-summary---green" summary="A soft sweet yeast dough holds a variety of fillings and the fact they freeze perfectly makes them perfect for breakfast, brunch or anytime. "] [wprm-recipe-roundup-item id="21810" template="plp---roundup-summary" image="23825" summary="Layers and layers of ingredients encased in a butter crust make this savory dish perfect for a do-ahead entree. "] [wprm-recipe-roundup-item id="16348" template="plp---roundup-summary---green" image="16351" summary="Big on flavor and short on work, these freezeable muffins feature orange and dates in a can't be beat combo."] [wprm-recipe-roundup-item id="4645" template="plp---roundup-summary" image="32173" summary="Greek Baklava is famous for its cinnamon and sugar ground walnuts between layers of phyllo that are soaked in a rum and lemon sauce. Great make ahead dessert."] [wprm-recipe-roundup-item id="31844" template="plp---roundup-summary---green" image="31847" summary="This no bake wonder consists of layers of vanilla wafer crust, caramel (an easier way to make it) bananas, chocolate mousse and coffee whipped cream. What'snot to like?"] [wprm-recipe-roundup-item id="19307" template="plp---roundup-summary" image="19309" summary="Vertical stripes of the fruit and nut filling in a yeast dough are topped with crumbs and sprinkled with powdered sugar. "] [wprm-recipe-roundup-item id="10735" template="plp---roundup-summary---green" image="32175" summary="Delicate, crisp, snow white meringue shells can be filled with anything. They can be made weeks ahead if stored in an airtight container. "] [wprm-recipe-roundup-item id="19429" template="plp---roundup-summary" image="19433" summary="The combination of brie, bacon and caramelized onions is hard to beat. Unlike a quiche, I have used a combination of low fat cottage cheese and plain yogurt as well as eggs for the liquid. This combination allows the flavors to come through since the cottage cheese/yogurt mix does not coat your tongue as does cream."] [wprm-recipe-roundup-item id="21872" template="plp---roundup-summary---green" image="21873" summary="A show stopping Triple Lemon Cake will have everyone asking where you got it. The “filling” is on the outside of the French sponge cake, genoise. The crumbs on the outside are cake crumbled in the processor. To protect the “filling” from crusting over, meringue is piped on top. "] [wprm-recipe-roundup-item id="9600" template="plp---roundup-summary" image="26164" summary="A delicate white chiffon cake filled to

the brim with a coconut filled pastry cream and finished with whipped cream showered with coconut."] [wprm-recipe-roundup-item id="9658" template="plp---roundup-summary---green" image="24206" summary="German lemon shortbreads like no other topped with pieces of pecans and sugar cubes. "] [wprm-recipe-roundup-item id="15958" image="32185" summary="A quickly made puff pastry turned into the French pastry, Pithiviers that is filled with pastry cream and is baked into a many layered beauty. It has the traditional swirled top and scalloped edge. Perfect anytime, anywhere. "] [wprm-recipe-roundup-item id="31786" template="plp---roundup-summary---green" image="31741" summary="What could be better than an individual pineapple upside down cake to finish a festive brunch or dinner? "] [wprm-recipe-roundup-item id="6431" image="32188" summary="This All American Marble Cake couldn't be easier to make and finish with its spiky buttercream. "] [wprm-recipe-roundup-item id="1564" template="plp---roundup-summary---green" image="32189" summary="This delightful tart features red and yellow peppers under the goat cheese filling highlighted with basil. To make it easier it can be frozen after baking. "] [wprm-recipe-roundup-item id="14530" image="32190" summary="What more can you say about a peanut butter muffin with jelly rippling througout?"] [wprm-recipe-roundup-item id="17453" template="plp---roundup-summary---green" image="32195" summary="This famous Greek spinach and feta pie is easily made with phyllo. Check out the much easier way to use this delicate, paper thin pastry."]

#ROUNDUPS

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