#arcane pastry baker

[pathetic-sapphic]

I'm not sure if you've done this, but could you do arcane milfs with a reader who bakes as a hobby and always has something new for them to try? Again, you are one of my favorite writers and whenever you post, it makes my day. Happy Holidays!💕

Arcane milfs with a S/O who loves baking

Congrats! You're the first person to find out about SEVIKA's deep, dark secret; your big, scary girlfriend has a sweet tooth! She would never say it outright, but the way her pupils dilated with happiness when she tried a chocolate-filled pastry of yours for the first time was enough for you to connect the dots. Since her diet consists primarily of alcohol and tobacco, you never expected her to take such a liking to your baking. Perks up whenever she comes back home from work and smells a sweet and warm aroma permeating your apartment. Sevika is quick to hug you from behind and watch as you work wonders with the dough, stealing a bit of cream or filling whenever you're not looking. Laughs whenever you scold her and smacks your ass because she knows that will fluster you and thus get her off the hook. Her favorite pastries are chocolate puff pastries.

GRAYSON likes to keep herself in shape for her work but she would have to be a fool to deny you. Her day is automatically good when she finds a warm pastry on her office desk, a loving note from you attached to it. She is quite fond of cookies, especially when she can enjoy them with a mug of hot coffee or cocoa and with you on her lap. She's all for a domestic and warm atmosphere, and loves how your baking adds to it. Will buy you cute cookie cutter shapes and can be persuaded into decorating the cookies with you. They look... questionable, but she's here to have fun with you and help you, not make masterpieces. It's hard to focus on decorating cookies when you look so adorable, your face scrunched up in concentration as you make a mini-Grayson cookie. Makes one of you (or at least tries) and can't bring herself to eat it. Her favorite pastries are fig rolls.

CASSANDRA loves a good pastry, and all the more if you made it. Will gladly pay for you to take lectures from professional bakers, if you're interested. Proudly displays your goods on a glass stand and indulges in them during her work breaks, they pair well with a lovely cup of tea. Isn't one for baking but will gladly watch you do it, happy that her beloved has something that they're so passionate about. You don't ever have to worry about getting ahold of fancy or rare ingredients, Cassandra will gladly take care of that for you. She's away for work most of the day so she seldom cooks, meaning that you have a huge and well-equipped kitchen to do with it as you please. Her favorite pastries are profiterole.

AMBESSA has never been one to indulge in sweet and savory pastries, preferring to sip on some good wine during her downtime. But oh, how weak you make her. You're the only person she can never say no to and she finds any attempt you make at pleasing her adorable. So of course she doesn't refuse when you present her with a plate of freshly made dessert that she had never tried before. The nutty and sweet flavor is to die for and Ambessa never thought she'd like it as much as she does. The way your eyes sparkle while you nervously wait for her reaction just adds to the whole experience. Fully supports your hobby and always demands to be the first person to taste whatever you've made with your skillful hands. Her favorite pastry is baklava.

#arcane #arcane x reader #arcane headcanons #sevika x reader #grayson x reader #cassandra kiramman x reader #ambessa x reader

[buckmoonart]

Higby Coppertail, my munchkin tabaxi arcane pastry baker and his frog-stove companion, Stump!

#dnd #artists on tumblr #dnd art #fantasy art #dnd character #dnd artist #tabaxi #fantasy illustration #dnd illustration #ttrpg community #ttrpg character #ttrpg design #ttrpg oc #dnd homebrew #dnd oc #dungeons and dragons #character illustration #character concept #digital illustration #digital drawing

[hantenguclonesimp-minuszoha]

𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫. (𝐌𝐞 :𝐃)

Hi there. I'm just your average fanfiction writer who does this as a hobby, no surprise there. Please, meet me! 😄

⟡. | Name: Referred to many (my friends) as "Spife" and "Master chef" by Rancy Wancy (you know who you are) (former names: Ambusher, Plush).

✧. | Gender: Up to you really.

⟡. | Hobbies: Writing, reading, drawing, eating sweet stuff.

✧. | Likes: My parents' cooking, my younger sibling, pastries, candy, chocolate (white chocolate is chocolate), Twix, my friends and best friend (love you girl), silver jewellery, rings, my silver bracelet I got for my birthday.

⟡. | Dislikes: Rascists, disrespectful people, people who can't take an opinion like disrespectfully fuck off and get off of my page, disrespectful people, people who don't respect personal stuff (i.e: not wanting to talk to people), in general negative stuff, PEOPLE WHO ARE IGNORANT TO OTHER PEOPLE'S FEELINGS, proshippers. Satanism...

✧. | Fandoms I'm in: BATIM/BATDR, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, Sonic(.exe), Mortal Kombat, Kimetsu no Yaiba/Demon Slayer, Five Nights At Freddy's, Street Fighter, Cookie Run: Kingdom, Candies 'n Curses, Jujutsu Kaisen, Roblox, Among Us, Cuphead, Moon Knight, TMNT, Transformers, Kaijuverse, One Punch Man, Dragonball, Outlast, Arcane.

⟡. | Fandoms that have my attention: Attack On Titan, Castlevania, Mashle, Sanrio, My Hero Academia (possibly but I'm waiting until the fandom dies down or until the show finishes).

✧. | Religion: Catholicism.

✧. | Socials: Discord (offline until July), Instagram.

Some goals I'd like to share for fun. I want to study to become a lawyer and be a baker as a side job (gotta suffer through many years of school first and then university 😭), and leave my shitty country as soon as I can. Thankfully, mother will get that settled so my sibling, father and myself can leave. She's studying hard for our future and I couldn't be more proud to have a mama like her.

Those were the basic stuff about myself that you had to know. Also, please go follow my friends, they're very cool :D (@justagamerandaweeb, @starrcityyy). That was all! Pleased to meet you and have a nice morning/afternoon/evening, friend!

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#meet the author #fanfic authors #author #author biography #hi nice to meet you

[bumblerhizal]

have you ever based a dnd character on an already existing character?

I played an arcane pastry baker that was meant to portray Anastasia's baker husband

ooooo that's not normally a method i take, but i love the inspiration

how did you class him? i would imagine an evoker or transmuter wizard would be the easiest way, but there are also a couple cleric domains i could see playing into it fairly well (and would play well into bread as life symbolism if that's the sort of thing you're into)

and if it were already out when you did it, circle of wildfire druid would have been an excellent choice for x-treme overkill baking even if he's not otherwise a very naturey character

#askbox #big-wooper #can you even use arcane to describe clerics or would you just call them divine hm #i feel like arcane can work for all magic-based classes personally

[artsysotherocs]

Conflict at the Hollyberry Kingdom:

Le Tour de Hollyberry

Muffin Top Cookie

Just a sweet ol' baker in a Hollyberrian village. Muffin Top Cookie lives with the Barley family and his muffin dog, MerryBerry. It's weird that he lives with his boyfriend- Fermented Barley Cookie- AND his parents, but it's the best one can do in this economy. What a shame the Cranberry Bank is strict with the lower class, but c'est la vie. At least Muffin Top Cookie is still happy doing what he loves, baking. The pastries he sells daily satisfy the villagers' stomachs everyday. Though he's happy with his simple life, he dreams to join the noble carriage race, even just once. And, he dreams to compete in it with the people he loves. Sadly, that can only stay in his head.

Pickled Cranberry Cookie

Come one, come all! Come and witness the one and only, the annual carriage race between the nobles, the Tour de Hollyberry! The noble houses and the royal family will race in each of their carriages to the arcane City of Wizards, the hellish Dragon's Valley, the dark Cranberry Forest, and back to our Hollyberry Kingdom to win all the riches they've each bet. Lord Pickled Cranberry Cookie, the head of House Cranberry, wholeheartedly believes that his house will win this year. He may have said that last year, and the years before that, but he is certain that this will be the one. He can just feel it, as he puts it. And while many agree that he should step out due to his age, the noble lord likes to think he's just like fine berry juice. His house could never do anything right if he's not in charge. And in this race, he has calculated every possible outcome and multiple ways of overcoming them. Absolutely nothing will ever go wrong in this race, right?

Moonshimmer Cookie

The notorious Moonshimmer Cookie strikes again! Despite getting caught by some of Hollyberry Kingdom's great knights, this Cookie was still able to escape with his signature move; an explosion from a juice bottle. Oh, when will this seller of illegal juice stop? Moonshimmer juice, though strong and energetic, is sensitive to impact; as shown by the aforementioned signature move. Just one wrong move, and the Kingdom of Passion could be set ablaze. Wait, what's this? Moonshimmer Cookie has been allowed to join the annual carriage race? And with this, the race has opened up to more participants? What could be this criminal's motive to join the race? Will he win? We will have to wait and see...

I have joined the Crumbseeker project — a cookie run fangame created by RoyalMike. Check it out if you want to play with my cookies or the 1,000-ish others.

#cookie run #cookie run oc #hollyberry kingdom #crumbseeker #not sponsored #hollyberry crk #oc introduction #oc intro #oc art #cookie run: together

[ilisiitsoq]

Young Benzo has ruined me - Brainrot part 4

Currently, I have fun stalking the Arcane fandom and thanks to great blogs as @arcane-ish and @zaundads on everything related Arcane Meta and prompts, I felt to encouraged to add my own brainrot to the mix and to explore the mining culture and underground of Zaun in my fanwork "Sixteen tons" ... But wait, there is more. Then, young benzo by @thefutonhermit happened and I find myself giving him more screentime and even more story arcs in my piece of fiction than I wanted to. Then several things happened: I not only did a Silco-Fanart piece, BUT I also tried young benzo - heavily influenced by the aforementioned and absolutely, insanely talented @thefutonhermit (This. Pigtail. Is. CANON.), but I also tried to base my piece on old Benzo to get my own take of him. Not sure if it will ever be ready to be shared though...but doing all that.... Well. There was this moment and I knew, I am going insane:

The sideburns. The grumpy. The broken nose and THIS piece of fiction in chapter 4 of Sixteen tons: Warning! Mild Language - insinuating sexual innuendos - “If this involves ME getting YOUR fat ass out of a tiny window because you buttered the pastry of a wedded baker’s wife, I’m out! I also had to buy the pretzels you sweet talked out of your fling that day…” Benzo looked at Vander with mock indignation. Vander snorted, but tried to keep a straight face. He still vividly remembered the conundrum they caused when he had busted Benzo out. The “girlfriend’s” husband had come home early and not only had he found some sugar pretzels missing but also his wife. Benzo had tried to escape through the backrooms window and he had been lucky to spot Vander, who had been running errands that day. Pushing Benzo through the tiny window was like watching a fat persian cat squeezing through a cathouse opening. You never thought they's fit, but cats were liquid.... Come to think of it: Benzo HAD some qualities in both built and personality of a persian cat. His beauty definitely lay in the the of the beholder: He had a stocky, rounder face that lacked Vander's sharp contours and features. To compensate, he wore sideburns that made his face even wider than it actually was. Some compared him to a lion (who had run into the zoo bars one too many times) because of the sideburns, the long hair and broken nose, but Vander likened his long-time childhood friend to a stolid if stubborn Persian cat. This image will never leave me. I have also inventend the cat Mr. Spirulini as a major antagonist for Benzo's arc and how he became a fencer/pawnshop/antiques dealer (because let'ts face it: there is some valuable SHIT in his shop that needs some adavanced knowledge...I need an explanation! D: ).

P.S. Sorry for the @ - But I just want to give credit, where credit and appreciation is due!

#arcane #netflix arcane #zaundads #benzo arcane #arcane fanfic #sixteen tons #arcane headcanon #shitposting #arcane shitpost #myart #work in progress #young benzo #i regret nothing

[tiny-elf-of-doom]

Art Student in Paris

Arcane Headcanons (alternative universe)

Character: Young! Silco

🥐 25-26 years of age and working towards his master’s degree in Fine Art with a minor in French. Silco’s ultimate goal is to move to Paris to become an art instructor.

🥐 His favorite material to work with is paint: mainly oils because he doesn’t have to rush. Typically, oil paints take more time to dry, meaning he can play around, add layers, and good texture where it’s desired. However, he is a sucker for watercolor and basic sketch art. The human form is his main subject, but he loves painting scenery, flowers, and insects.

🥐 Paris, France has been a dream of his since he’d studied art history in high school. The food, art, fashion, and history drew him in, ignoring the foolish comments about it being a dirty place. No city is perfect, nor is the majority of the occupants, but he still finds enjoyment in that incredible country.

🥐 In terms of his favorite time periods for art, he focuses on the 17th and 18th centuries. This includes Impressionism, Realism, and Romanticism. However, he has a soft spot for Rococo and Art Nouveau. Those pastels, intentionally organic lines, and rousing finesse have him swooning at exhibits.

🥐 A hopeless romantic, Silco drowns himself in love stories and classic literature. For years, he’s exposed himself to so much passionate romance that he’s coached himself into the perfect swain. He fits the tropes and he’ll carry out his part well, being a generous lover who devotes their life to their partner. Breaking ties with him is an excuse for the dramatic.

🥐 In the name of fashion, he will always support the styles and street-wear of Parisian women. Neutral palettes, statement pieces, loose jeans, and even patterned skirts have made him feel like an object of class. He doesn’t have shame and will have fun expressing his natural beauty and his lanky frame. Two words: Haute Couture. Another two: name brand.

🥐 Pastry king, all of the sweets he can get his hands on. Will happily befriend a baker and pastry chef to get in on their creations. Des pâtisseries- good lord. Everything flaky and sweet, buttery and golden brown, straight from the oven, are his weakness. Offer him a coffee date or an invitation to a tea party and you will never hear the last of him.

#arcane #arcane silco #arcane headcanon #French headcanon #france #art student #paris #romance #alternative universe #effeminate

[druidx]

Talis the Baker Masterpost

These little slices of life with Talis the Baker have mostly been inspired by @cyrodiilproblems. Join this sweet, hapless dunmer as he navigates the trials and tribulations of living in a magical, fantasy world.

➼ Original Characters

Talis the Baker Tags: #oc talis the baker (druidx) #oc talis the baker (nine-blessed-hero)

Rindir Tags: #oc rindir (nine-blessed-hero)

Ysbyth Embertame Tags: #oc Ysbyth Embertame (nine-blessed-hero)

Cygwen Tags: #oc cygwen (druidx) #oc cygwen(nine-blessed-hero)

➼ WIPs

Talis wants some Shrooms - Rowan and Cygwen are hired by Talis to acquire rare mushrooms for baking

"Discovery"

Talis' Sister - Talis' younger sister, a mage at the Arcane Uni, sneaks out to see her brother & his pastries (but mostly his pastries).

➼ The Fics (in rough narrative order)

Talis and the Gawkers Words: 160 Tourists get in Talis' way and make him late for work. At least his boss is sympathetic... Read on AO3 or Tumblr ; Podfic on Tumblr

Talis and the Blades Words: 730 Talis thinks he’s doing a good deed making a child’s trip to the Imperial City more exciting. Who knew it could backfire so terribly... Read on AO3 or Tumblr ; Podfic on Tumblr

A Sweet Misunderstanding Words: 700 A customer mistakes Talis for a fellow customer and starts flirting with him. Blushes all around. Read on AO3 or Tumblr ; Podfic on Tumblr

Talis and the Terrifying Errand-boy Words: 840 All Oblivion breaks out when the Mages guild send a unique errand boy for their cake order. Read on AO3 or Tumblr ; Podfic on Tumblr

Talis and the Bilberries Words: 890 Talis the Baker goes berry picking. Read on AO3 or Tumblr ; Podfic on Tumblr

(Last updated: 19 Aug 2023)

#writing #TESFic #oblivion fanfiction #oblivion fanfic #tes oblivion #The Elder Scrolls #masterpost #wandering words #oc talis the baker

[viktorslove]

Imagine:

Prompt: Viktor, on his walk home to his apartment from the lab, has been making a frequent stop at the local bakery but not to get something to eat, but to see a certain someone. This cozy little baker as taken a notice to Viktor’s frequent visits as well and hopes he will make a move… so will he? LEAGUE OF LEGENDS/ARCANE IMAGINE!!

Monday… god Viktor hated Monday’s. For two very different reasons, for one the traffic was terrible on Mondays that he was more inclined to walk but also, the bakery was very busy on Mondays and he hoped to get to see his favorite baker but his hope wasn’t looking to good when it was as busy as it now. Still Viktor thought he should stop by and what he saw didn’t disappoint him. He froze and stopped to lean on the doorway just to admire your smile that he almost didn’t notice someone trying to get past him. Once he moved he walked to his regular spot he always sat at, he noticed a little note attached to it. He took the note and the pastry bag off the table and what he saw made him chuckle… something he hasn’t been doing a lot lately. He looked up and met eyes with her, his favorite person. She blushed and proceeded to continue about her work , while Viktor took his leave. His favorite pastry and a large black coffee in hand he walked to his apartment, the lovely note left for him still being read over and over in his mind. It read:

Dear Viktor,

I notice you always sit in that same spot and also always order the same thing so… I look the liberty of making it special this morning for you. I also noticed that your reading “dorian gray”. That happens to be one of my favorite books, so if you would like to maybe sit together on my break and talk about it or just talk about your day I would love that. This may have came across quite weird but I just wanted to let you know that I look forward to your little visits everyday. Anyways, have a good rest of your day! - y/n

#arcane #imagine #viktor #viktor arcane

[alvaar-aldaviir]

Masterwork

Time Frame: Post Shadowbringers. No Spoilers.

Notes: Onesided Alphinaud/Alvaar. Again featuring the best moonstone summon there ever was. All hail the carbuncle fluff. Glory to the glowiest and fuzziest neck warmer.

Cross-posted to Ao3.

-

These were the sort of days that he lived for. Quiet, peaceful, and left to while the time away on absolutely nothing. No one kicking in the door with the next plot twist in their lives. No emergency threat or enemy, or... missing utensil or whatever else could somehow become an emergency...

Alvaar was not a man who generally liked to be idle, but with how horrifically busy his life had become once his name had been made synonymous with ‘Warrior of Light’, it was a welcome change when it found him.

Usually his hands would be busy with a commission or side project but for once he was caught up and the day oddly free. It meant he could cook an actual meal or two, perhaps make it the bulk of a way through a new novel, and probably take a nap in the afternoon shade. Hell, he might even pick up his harp later and grace the local tavern just for fun.

But for now, he was content sitting in the study, mostly buried under the glowing white fur of a moonstone carbuncle, listening to the furious scratch of a quill while he read. Alphinaud always seemed to have something to do, shut up in the study with Scion work or his own research when there were no pressing meetings or trouble. If nothing else, it made finding someone to try his latest baked good easier, some soft flaky pastry he’d learned from a baker on his latest travels.

It had paired rather well with mulled tea, though he might need to change the spices a bit. Still, the steady movement of pen nib and tempo of the chronometer on the wall were making him sleepy. A fact not helped by the cozy warmth of the carbuncle draped over his chest in the lazy slouch he’d assumed, nuzzling further into his neck as he pets soft fur idly. Failing a fifth time at the same passage he gave up and let the book fall closed, setting it aside and hugging the large summon tighter a moment as he shut his eyes.

An early nap indoors was just as good when he got plenty of sun and wind in his travels. Having a cozy soft cuddle monster for company wouldn’t be remiss either.

-

“Alvaar would you mind reading this over for me, I want to make sure it’s clear what our intentions are,” Alphinaud asked, perking up after a moment when he received no reply. “Alvaar?”

Looking up he blinked at the small couch the Bard had reclined in, raising a brow at the bright glow of his summon curled up on the man’s chest. He was seldom ever surprised to find the carbuncle on Alvaar’s lap when his thoughts drifted, though when the Bard asked, he insisted he had no idea why.

Rising to his feet he paced over quietly, tilting his head as he studied Alvaar’s face as he slept. A fairly deep sleep for the Bards usual if he hadn’t stirred awake yet. Usually he was a rather light sleeper, waking even if you just stared at him for too long.

The moonstone carbuncle perked up at his approach, offering a friendly chirp of greeting.

“Little brat,” he murmured fondly, petting the summons ears gently. “You know better,” he chided despite himself. He’d spent years telling Alvaar that his summons were incapable of conscious thought and now he was treating it like it could... Bard nonsense was truly contagious.

There was no mystery to the carbuncle’s behavior. Not when you had studied and designed it at least, or that was what he swore by. Whatever weird quirks of behavior were all from the embellishment of the design. Those extra lines and orders he’d woven into its arcane geometries, some old patterns from his previous summons, and others new.

It wasn’t strange at all that this carbuncle had the highest penchant for finding the Bard when it was idle. It had been designed specifically to help protect others after all. Imbued with healing magic and protective spells, the best of his white magic that he could muster. The product of years of research and a vow to protect and help those they could yet save. Countless tweaks and revisions, putting a bit more of himself into it each time.

And if there were a few extra lines in that geometry specific to Alvaar well, it was logical when they worked so closely together.

Because he worried about him and his safety.

Because he’d vowed to himself that Alvaar would never have to feel alone.

... Because he adored him and wanted to keep him safe in whatever way he could.

Reaching over to grab the throw blanket Alvaar had made and insisted stay over the back of the study couch, he settled it over him carefully. An unsubtle mimicry of the many times Alvaar had done this for him.

Pondering it a moment he sat down beside the Bard carefully, setting his letter that still needed proofing on the end table. Slipping a bit further down in his seat so he could lean his head against Alvaar’s shoulder, he sighed softly.

Well, he really should have someone look over that letter before he sent it, and it was his last bit of Scion work for the day. A nap sounded like a good idea after hours of diligent research.

It was definitely not from being the faintest bit jealous of his summon who got to cuddle up against the Bard freely. Even if he did think Alvaar carrying the large creature was quite adorable.

As if privy to the thoughts his summon tilted its head to regard him, chirping again softly in question. It was a sound he knew, specific to asking ‘who’ as it often would when needing a target. It quickly fell into soft purrs as he pets its head, silently reassuring that everything was fine and it had picked the correct person. Which was something that really should have required words now that he thought of it...

Just a quirk. Not sentience.

If Alvaar had his personal masterpieces, the songs he’d crafted himself to embody his ideals, then perhaps this was the beginning of his.

.... he just really hoped that Alvaar would find him handsome instead of adorable when he finally brought up the fact he was in love with him.

.... and that maybe he was just a bit taller too.

#wol #warrior of light #alvaar aldaviir #alphinaud #alphinaud leveilleur #alphinaud x wol #one sided feelings #carbuncle #moonstone carbuncle #carbi #FFXIV #ff14 #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #writing #mywriting #oc #ffxiv fanfic #ffxiv fanfiction #ffxiv fic

[ladyatthecrossroads]

prompt list 40.“You’re sweeter than cake.” with Caduceus if its not too much trouble?

Sorry this took so long to complete, anon. It’s a bit longer than I expected it to be. I hope you enjoy!Title: Sweeter Than CakePairing: Caduceus x readerWord Count: 2435

It feels good to be back in Zadash. Your adventuring party had dragged you all across the continent of Wildemount and beyond, to the shores of the Menagerie Coast and the waves of the Lucidian Ocean. Finally back in the Empire, you were more than happy to put the relatively lawless ways of the ocean and pirating aside. You had missed this, just walking along the cobbled streets, passing the various vendors out and about with their wares in the Pentamarket. The city was a hectic place, bustling with activity, but it definitely was preferable to struggling to survive on a boat in the middle of the ocean. This was downright relaxing, comparatively.

“Man, I can’t believe Caduceus has never had a birthday party,” comes the trilling voice of Jester as the two of you stroll along the boulevard. The easily excitable tiefling skips along beside you, occasionally linking arms with you for the briefest of moments before rushing off towards whatever stall or tent catches her eye. You, however, have a goal in mind, a very specific goal.

Leaving the rest of your party back at the Leaky Tap, you recall the conversation that brought you here, snooping about the Pentamarket in search of the best variety of baked goods you could find. The subject of birthdays had arisen, and Jester had been very eager to share the details of the various past parties her mama had thrown for her as a little girl. This had led to each of you throwing in your two copper on the matter and your own personal experiences.

Of course, you hadn’t missed the far off look on the firbolg cleric’s face that spoke of fond memories. He had lazily scrubbed at his brilliant pink beard with that thoughtful expression he always wore, commenting plainly on how many seasons it had been since he last celebrated a birthday with his family. And when you had questioned him further on the subject, he appeared to grow sheepish and told you about how his family never really threw “parties,” per se. Birthdays seemed more a day to ponder your personal growth and reflect inwardly on how best to serve the Wildmother. Seeing that this answer didn’t exactly satisfy you, he then made mention that his parents would always cook his favorite food, at least.

You can understand; Caduceus is an incredibly humble individual, after all, and humble celebrations seem enough to please him. Still, you can’t quite shake the odd lingering disquiet you feel. You care for all of your comrades, but the firbolg cleric is very dear to you.

From the first time you had laid eyes on him, he had exuded such a calming aura and had been a paramount force in overcoming your grief and coming to terms with the losses you all had sustained on the road thus far. He always made time to listen when you came to him with a problem, offering helpful advice. He was so insightful, even if he was a bit naïve to the outside world. You’d both promised to lean on each other for support whenever the need arose. It was for your mutual benefit, and ultimately the good of the group, you’d told yourself.

It seemed to just come naturally that you had then fallen for him.

You want to do this for him. He deserves it after everything Caduceus has done for you. For all of you. He deserves to know that he is irrevocably and undeniably a beloved member of the Mighty Nein.

“Oh, what about this one?” Jester’s attention is caught by a baker placing hot fruit pies out to cool in a store window. The aroma seeping out the front door smells nice; the sweetness of candied fruits and the savory scent of freshly baked breads combine and you find yourself leaning forward in that direction to catch more of the delicious fragrance. Your feet move almost of their own accord, drawn in by the promise of tasty treats within. The tiefling cleric is very eager to bound to your side, linking arms with you once again as the two of you enter the shop.

The tinkling of bells announce your arrival, even though the front door is already wide open. Magic almost seems to permeate the air; there’s a palpable buzz of arcane energy, intertwined in the heady scents of the pastries. A young woman wipes her hands on her apron and looks at you, and you can see she is of some sort of Elvish descent; half-elf, you wager. Her blue eyes twinkle at you and though she is fair of face, you can see shining silver strands among her ashen brown hair. It seems impossible to determine her age, as you know that half-elves generally live longer than a human yet not as long as a full-blooded elf.

She regards you with friendly curiosity and a warm smile. “Welcome,” she says, a lilt to her voice that reminds you of a certain lavender-skinned tiefling, and you smile in fond remembrance, “Can I help you find anything today?”

A brief, but detailed conversation ensues, occasionally interrupted by one of many of Jester’s seemingly endless lines of random questions. The clerk seems to have infinite patience. You describe the occasion and general idea of what you’re looking to buy, and she is very helpful in selecting a treat of appropriate taste and size. You leave with a cake box of a medium size and a sense of accomplishment and anticipation. You hope Caduceus will like it.

When you reach the Leaky Tap, your eyes search for your ragtag group. You find them quite easily; even in the dim lighting, Caduceus’s tall frame and pink hair are not difficult to spot. The firbolg’s back is to you as he converses with Fjord and Beau, but Caleb is the one to meet your gaze. A quick assessment of you and the package you hold and he gives you a knowing look when you silently plea for him not to spoil the surprise. He puts his head back down to the book he’s reading but you catch a small glimpse of a smile he tries to hide.

You glance at Jester and the tiefling is practically vibrating in excitement beside you. Her hands go to press upon your shoulders and urge you closer. You can feel your heart beating faster. Together, the two of you cross the room as inconspicuous as you can. Fjord and Beau glance up and over Caduceus’s shoulder, eyes widening and eyebrows cocking, and that gives him the clue to turn around; and that’s when the two of you begin to sing.

It’s entirely worth it. You inhale deeply as Jester and you belt out a somewhat harmonious rendition of Happy Birthday. Your arms present the wrapped confection, held out before you as you circle the table to set it down. Caduceus’s expression is filled with mild surprise and wonderment, his light pink eyes travelling over the expanse of your face before trailing down to the cake box you hold and then back up to meet your eyes. His smile is warm and gentle and you think you can see a faint warming of color bloom across his cheeks. It might just be a trick of the light; you aren’t certain.

“Well,” he says, in that low, rolling rumble of his, “This was unexpected. How nice.” He retracts his hands from where they were folded together on the table before him, and you set down the box. He sits there, eyes glued to you and your face, still smiling, lazy and content.

You puff your chest up in pride and gesture to the box before him. “Well, go on. Open it.” And, watching as those large hands of his move to the simply-tied string holding the container closed, your own fumble together, twisting and wringing as you bite your lip in earnest. “I hope you like it.”

What he reveals is the modestly decorated cake you had picked out. Instead of icing, you had asked for powdered confectioners sugar to be sprinkled liberally about the sponge. The cake itself was actually a dome of a lovely muted shade of green tinted with brown from the baking process. It is a simple design, nothing too fancy, as you had chosen it for flavor rather than looks.

Despite the outward humbleness of the cake’s appearance, Caduceus looks pleased. “Oh, wow. Look at that. That looks…” He closes his eyes and inhales the sweet scent, and you can practically see his eyes roll back in his head beneath his fluttering lids. His smile grows. “I know this smell. It’s wonderful.”

“I thought you would. It’s a tea cake… or, rather, it’s a cake made with tea. Green tea,” you correct yourself.

His head turns and a hand goes to wrap gently around your shoulder and pull you down to him into a hug. “You got me a green tea cake. That’s so nice. You didn’t have to get me a cake.” There’s a light note of bashfulness to his voice and you smile, returning the hug.

“I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to do something nice for you,” you admit, heat rising to your face and you silently thank the gods that there is very low light in the tavern. “You’re always doing things for us, healing us, you know.”

“Yeah, Caduceus,” the other cleric chimes in, that teasing note in her voice as she pops up over on the other side of him, “And you know we wouldn’t do this for just anybody, you know? We really like you. And, I mean, some of us really, really like you. Like, a lot. Like, just so much, you know, so—“

Dear gods, she really did have to just ham it up, didn’t she. You shoot her a glare from behind Caduceus’s back before Fjord pipes up.

“I think the man gets it, Jester,” he says, clearing his throat and trying to inconspicuously glance between the two of you with a look. The air has gotten noticeably warmer, or maybe that’s just you. Either way, you’re grateful for the interference.

The tiefling has the audacity to shoot you an innocent look, despite the mischievous smile clear behind her eyes. When Caduceus turns to look up at you, she makes a rather inappropriate gesture in your line of sight. You want to smack her, but Caduceus grabs your hand and your attention.

“Thank you so much. This is more than anyone’s ever done for me in a long time. Really, thank you.” His eyes are squinted with delight as he looks up at you and his long ears do a happy little flick, and it is the most adorable thing you think you’ve ever seen; a seven-foot-tall, pink-haired firbolg being absolutely giddy at being able to celebrate his birthday so far from his home. He tugs gently on your hand. “Come sit. Let’s eat.”

From his pack, Caduceus produces a set of cutlery to start cutting the cake and you take them gently from his grasp to divvy up the slices yourself. You reserve him the first and biggest piece after sizing up just how much to give to everyone else, after which you all eagerly dig in.

The flavoring is subtle and not overly sweet and you can tell from the expressions of your compatriots that it had been a good while since they had indulged in something to satisfy their sweet tooth. Beau, Jester, Fjord and Nott all seem to devour their shares within mere seconds, whilst Yasha, Caleb and Caduceus each take their time and savor the experience.

You’re focusing so intently on Caduceus’s reaction, taking in every minute shift in expression with each bite he takes, how he seems to chew so methodically and ensure he gets everything out of it; the taste, the texture, every little nuance and flavor he can possibly experience. It’s downright mesmerizing how one man can be so thorough and savor each little bite.

Jester’s foot connects lightly with your shin under the table, snapping you out of your reverie. Maybe you’d been staring for a bit too long. You snap to attention, bashfully returning you your slice and finishing it off. It was delicious and so worth the cost.

A quick prestidigitation spell cleans off the plates and utensils and you help Caduceus gather and sort them all and put them away while the rest of your crew begin to go about their own independent business. Caleb sticks his nose back into his spell books; Nott has slipped into the crowd and disappeared; Fjord and Jester have gotten into some conversation about what plans to make for the coming day; Yasha is brooding in a corner; and you think you see Beau wandering over to the bar, practically itching to start a tavern brawl.

You, meanwhile, are pointedly not looking at Caduceus, fixating yourself on cleaning up the remnants of dessert and simply enjoying the relative silence before things get too rowdy. After a moment, you steel your nerve, asking, hopefully, “Did you like it?”

You don’t know how he does it, how he’s always so content all the time, how easily he grins like the cat that ate the canary, slowly, languorously. Somehow the world just melts away and it’s only you and him. “I did, thank you.”

“And it wasn’t too sweet?”

“Mm-mm,” he shakes his head, pink eyes warming over your face, “The cake was sweet, but…” He lifts one large hand, fingers outstretched, and you are powerless to move away as he gently swipes them down your cheek. As he pulls them away, you see a small smudge of powdered sugar that he brushes his thumb over. You lift your hands to your face, semi-self-conscious now of having any more sugar there, feeling the blush rapidly rise to the surface; you pray the light is low enough that the firbolg doesn’t notice.

But then he looks earnestly into your eyes and you catch your breath. His face is so close now that his breath fans across your lips. His thumb catches your chin and he leans in to peck gently at your lips, and you’re melting all over again.

Caduceus pulls away from you, and you see his tongue flicker out to pan over his bottom lip just briefly. Honestly, you feel a little woozy. Did Caduceus just… kiss you? Did that really just happen? You could die happy. He smiles.

“Just as I thought,” he rumbles, “You’re sweeter than cake.”

#critical role x reader #critical role #critical role imagine #critical role campaign 2 #caduceus x reader #caduceus clay #caduceus #mighty nein x reader #the mighty nein #x reader #reader insert #request fill

[imaginefanganronpas]

May I have the reader by the ultimate witch disguised as the ultimate baker, have Mikado find out, and challenge the reader to a magic battle (reader wins)?

Inspiration broke into my room at 2 in the morning and held me at gunpoint, threatening to shove writers block down my throat until I wrote this, so I hope you are happy with it anon, haha!

Wizard’s duel

-You had disguised yourself perfectly with your baking head and uniform, introducing yourself as the ultimate baker and being very happy to meet everyone and to make new friends

-And everyone was being super nice to you, apart from one person…. Mikado Sannoji, he was fairly suspicious towards you for some reason

-You didn’t pay him any mind and just went about your business, making sweets and cupcakes for everyone, keeping it a secret that you were actually summoning them with your  magic and claiming that you have a stove in your room to bake, so no one was questioning it

-But then Mikado came up to you while you were eating a pastry in peace, everyone eating together and just having a good time. He behaved and even apologized to you, making a peace offering to you and stretching his hand out, which you took with a smile, ready forgive the wizward

-The handshake was long and all was smiles and laughter, but then you felt a weird buzzing on your skin, which slowly turned into burning, looking down at your hand with wide eyes when you realized that magic runes were crawling up your hand and slowly reaching your arm, quickly pulling away with a shriek, holding your hand in pain

-Mikado’s mask began to laugh as he exclaimed: “I KNEW IT! I KNEW I FELT MAGIC POWERS RADIATING FROM YOU! YOU ARE A WITCH!”

-You were shocked at first, trying to stand up straight with everyone looking on in shock: “No, you got it wrong! I-” Mikado didn’t let you finish your line, he threw a fireball at you, which completely engulfed you, you were able to hear some people screaming, but you protected yourself in time with a shield of wind, sending the fire into all directions and making it die, looking at Mikado with glowing eyes. You were busted. And you knew what the runes meant.

-Mikado challenged you to a magic duel. And there could only be one winner

-You stomped on the ground, all the plates and silverware flying into the air, racing at Mikado when you pointed at the wizard, who made a jump, floating in the air, before shooting at you like a comet, fire surrounding him and you barely able to get your shield of air up in time, having hard trouble to keep him at bay, your feet sliding back before your shield broke and you flew back with a cry, crashing through the wall, bouncing off the ground once before you gained your footing, looking at the wizard whose cloak was flowing in the wind, the eye of the mask glowing red

-You weren’t going to give up though, sprinting forward and vanishing into thin air, confusing Mikado, reacting too late when you reappeared right in front of him and kicked him in the stomach, making him fly back and crash into the wall, leaving a Mikado-shaped hole and causing him to gasp

-You jump on the table and then jump again, floating in the air and summoning arcane spheres, shooting them at the wizard, who barely had enough time to summon the barrier to reflect them, Yuri and Yuki almost getting hit with Teruya and Nikei saving them by mere inches, the spheres crashing into a wall and exploding

-Mikado hopped out of the wall and dusted himself off before dashing towards you and aiming for a punch, with you reeling out as well, your two fists meeting in the air and sending shockwaves through the room, almost hitting the others

-Mikado kept hitting and you blocked to the best of your ability, before making a small jump and shrinking yourself, landing on Mikado’s fist and running up his arm while the wizard was confused on what exactly you did

-You jumped off his shoulder, grew back in size and turned, blasting him off with another sphere, Mikado flying foward, he didn’t even have enough time to turn around, but instead of landing he kept floating in the air, readying one of his strongest spells, just like you, the two of you flaring at each other as you channeled the magic the two of you had buried in yourselves

-You released the magic and it hit Mikado’s magic, the two of you beginning to sweat, hands shaking as you just try to come out as the stronger, but you two had the same strenght, it was a battle of stamina

-At least it would have been, but you decided to do the same trick again and leaping at him, vanishing, and reappearing right beside Mikado and finally managing to hit him

-His coat burned down, his mask broke and he was on the ground, shivering, clearly hurt while you were panting heavily, clutching your arm and baring your teeth in pain, small hissing audible

-And you took your own cloak off and draped it over him so he was completely covered, murmuring some words, the cloak glowing gently as you did so and when you took your cloak again, Mikado looked perfectly normal with normal clothes and his face was actually moving and everyone was caught off guard.

-”M-Mikado?! What happened?!” Emma called, clearly shocked to see him like this. The wizard had a sheepish expression on his face when he responded: “I lost. They sealed my powers away for the day, it’s part of the wizards code!”

-You then explained to them that you were actually the ultimate witch, that you were very sorry for not telling them and that everything you said despite your talent, the fact that you just want to find friends and have a good time, was all true and not a lie

-Mikado was as tame and friendly for the rest of the day and didn’t challenge you again for some time and the others quickly forgave you, congratulating you on kicking Mikado’s ass and Nikei asking you to do it again so he can record it this time

-Good times

[feralseraph]

“As seasons of the show have come and gone, though, the technical challenge has evolved from a basic skill assessment to a meandering tour through Europe’s most arcane pastries. This isn’t because the various series have cycled through all the routine baked goods already and want to avoid repetition—note, if you will, the notorious second appearance of pita bread. (More on that later.) Instead, the decision seems to have been made to inject drama into The Great British Baking Show by perplexing contestants to a maximal extent. Why else would producers demand that bakers perfectly create dishes they’ve never seen nor eaten, and would struggle to even spell? Like dampfnudel? Or flauones? Or Spanische Windtorte? Or torta setteveli?

[...]

What does it matter? Not much, in the scheme of things. The bakers still bake and the judges still judge, even if the ghost of Campfire Pita hovers over the tent, shedding ash and dreams. But something has been lost in the fiendish goal of perplexing the bakers—and the audience—in the service of TV drama. Without a real opportunity to judge the contestants’ techniques, Prue and Paul are essentially rewarding only creativity, not practice and craft. I’d love to see a technical challenge that involves making a perfect macaron: the true test dividing casual amateur bakers from die-hard enthusiasts. Or a seeded sourdough. Or even a simple croissant.“

#i agree tbh #its fun to see #but the whole idea is being the best home baker #so i think it should fosuc on skills #*focus #not obscure pastry knowledge