#buttercream ruffles

[tragedy-of-commons]

killjoy

childe x gn!reader | wc: ~1.6k

You catch your boyfriend setting up the cake.

tags/warnings: bday fun, modern & college au, based off of the American College Experience™ sorry, tooth-rotting fluff, teucer is a national treasure, comedy, possibly ooc, reader has hair

notes: for @staarri's 100 followers & bday event <3 trying to write childe was a nightmare but the wheel of doom has spoken. chosen prompt "cruel summer" :)

It has been one hell of a day.

Pop quizzes in two of your classes (that you are now tanking), getting heckled by that same group of protesters, slamming head-first into a glass panel like a pigeon, and then getting splashed by a puddle via a speeding car. 

To give credit where credit is due, you’ve suffered through every incident with class and poise. Despite how you drip with murky street water, the saving grace that is the promise of your warm bed keeps you from inventing new profanities and falling to your knees in the student parking lot.

It’s almost over with, it’s almost over with—

The splintered door of your dorm unit has never looked more welcoming. When your keycard is approved with a click, you heave the barrier between you and uninterrupted sleep wide open. However, what you don’t expect is the little spectacle unfolding in your kitchenette.

Who you belatedly realize is your lovely boyfriend is sticking candles into something - it being quickly shielded from your view as he reacts to your arrival.

“You just had to be early,” he grins, revealing those pearly whites, “Maybe I’ll start calling you ‘Killjoy’.”

“Ajax?” He’s here? Today? But he said— He must notice your sorry state, but he’s wise enough not to mention it. “You really think I’d miss celebrating your birthday in person? Seriously, what kind of partner would I be, just sending you a text? Babe, you gotta start setting some higher standards.”

“Rotten liar,” you mumble, growing smile threatening to split your face in two. 

A small flash of copper peeks around the bedroom-adjoining hallway, hyper. Teucer rushes up in front of his brother, the latter ruffling his hair. “Hey, you’re not supposed to be here yet!”

You snort, wondering if anyone else is planning to jump out of the shadows. “My sincerest apologies. I could always leave—”

“No need,” Ajax dismisses the notion with a cavalier wave. “I think we’re all ready, huh Teuce?”

He huffs in agreement, beaming up at you like you hung the moon. “One second!”

Teucer scampers off faster than you can blink, making you bellow a laugh. His energy knows no bounds, necessitating many hours of entertaining his whims. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Happy birthday,” Ajax says softly; wistfully.

You stalk over to him, embracing your boyfriend like he might disappear into thin air without a moment’s notice. “If you broke in, I will be calling campus security.” “You’d never turn me in! Also, we just so happen to still be on the guest card from last week.” You part from his warmth so you can kiss him. He tastes of sugar, the bastard.

“Buttercream?” you place, peering over his shoulder. The sight of a round cake on the counter confirms your suspicions, and your heart swells. He would’ve had to bake and decorate it somewhere else, given that ovens are a luxury you do not possess in college hell. You picture him in his too-nice apartment, piping frosting in the familiar loops of your name. “Yes!” Teucer rushes back in (you note that he’s hiding his hands behind his back), while Ajax pokes your nose. “Big brother spent soooo long on it!”

You snicker deviously. “Really?”

“No reason to lie,” your boyfriend pouts, “Though I’m a bit hurt that you’re both trying to embarrass me, after I went to all this trouble..”

Teucer sticks his tongue out in disgust whenever you console Ajax with another kiss, likely wanting you both to hurry up your gross couple stuff so he can show you his gift. It’s presented to you ceremoniously, and you honor the splendor by pretending not to know that it’s definitely one of his toys. 

Your acting is award-winning, perfectly ignoring the obvious ridges and appendages of a Transformer. After tearing open the paper, you’re told that his name is Mr. Cyclops and you have to take good care of him - your sworn oath.

(Of course, Mr. Cyclops will mysteriously end up back in Teucer’s bedroom if you can count on your partner in crime to help you out. You and Ajax share a Look that hints at conspiracy.)

Speaking of your boyfriend, you don’t think he is governed by even one modicum of shame. During the Happy Birthday song, he performs with his whole chest, much to your chagrin. You think that Ajax lives the most for other people; even if it shines brightest whenever he teases and flusters. His camaraderie is most genuine when he’s this comfortable - when he knows that the present moment is all he needs to focus on. 

When did he start letting his guard down? You find yourself unable to recall among past memories of trudging to the local diner at ungodly hours, cramming for finals at the library, and responsibly talking him down from any antics that would surely get him in trouble.

(Maybe it was when you first held an ice pack over his eye, swollen shut from a punch he shouldn’t have taken just for the thrill of it. Your admonishment must have been jarring, because without any teasing remarks whatsoever, he promised that he’d dial it down. You remember lacing your fingers with his - and promptly threatening to “embalm him with jet fuel” if he ever got hurt again.)

Now your relationship has progressed to the point where spending your first birthday together feels natural. It feels so natural that shitty paper plates stacked high with slices of cake is enough to make you forget that you look like that one damp owl picture. Ajax, as per his boyfriend duties, has to remind you, of course.

“Bad day, huh?” 

You rest your chin on your fist, elbow supported by the armrest of your (comically small) couch. In retrospect, the fleeting illusion of a living room probably wasn’t worth it. Squished into a corner by a dozing Teucer and an awake Ajax, you yawn. “The worst, actually.”

“Well, we can’t be having that,” he tips your chin up to meet azure hues, “Maybe my gift will make you feel better.”

You blink. “Gift? You don’t have to, you know. The little guy’s was plenty enough for me.” 

Ajax spares a fond glance at his little brother, whose head is resting in his lap, legs thrown over the opposite armrest. “Nonsense! If you’re worried about me having bought out a whole store—”

“Don’t tell me you—”

“—Then you have nothing to fret over, Killjoy,” he laughs. “It’s pretty small.”

You don’t suppress the smile that breaks out on your face. “Okay, I’ll bite.”

“Hopefully not too hard.” He’s so annoying. You want to kiss him stupid.

From what you assume is from his back pocket, he removes a black silk pouch before dropping it into your awaiting hand. He was right about it being small, that’s for sure. Toying with the material of it for a moment, you pull open the bag delicately. Ajax tenses. “So.. whaddya think?”

Inside is a brass key that fits into your palm nicely. Of course you’ll love anything he gives you, but you’re unsure of what this could mean. Is it symbolic? Literal? You thumb over the grooves, unsure of what they could possibly unlock. Your head swims with a fuzzy feeling that you don’t entirely hate.

“What’s it to?”

“Our place.”

It’s perfect. You turn the object this way and that way, swallowing. “Giving me my own copy? You realize that you’re gonna be stuck with me crashing at yours way more often, right?”

Your boyfriend wraps a sturdy arm around your shoulder. “It’s not there for you to crash, it’s there for you to stay. I want you to move in with me.”

The following awed silence from you is clearly taken as something else, because Ajax backpedals in that flippant way that belies the panic he’s actually feeling. You need to tell him that it’s okay; that it’s more than okay.

“Of course you can say no, but the rest of your birthday plans kinda hinge on the possibility that you’ll make me the happiest man in the world and say yes,” he amends.

You pay no heed to his theatrics, because all you really need is him. Gross. “Duh, idiot. As much as it kills me to say this, I’d want nothing more.” Ajax glows. “Because you’re head over heels in love with me?”

“No, because I won’t have to drag my ass to the laundromat anymore.”

The offended sound he lets out is muffled with your mouth against his once more, and the tears that roll down your cheeks are obviously not because you’re ecstatic to be so involved in his life. What a preposterous idea.

His hands cradle your face, a little awkward because of the position, but he’s so warm. 

“Killjoy, I have something to confess,” he breathes, pulling back enough so you can see the faint constellation of freckles dotting his features. “You need to start packing immediately, or else the flowers will wilt before you’re able to see them.”

You sigh, happy-sniffling. “Flowers? Is a bouquet perhaps part of these ‘birthday plans’?”

Ajax dries one of his hands stained with your tears off onto his shirt before raking it through Teucer’s curls affectionately. He stirs but does not wake. “Try thirty!”

“Ajax..” The horror in your tone barely disguises the admiration.

“I love you too, Killjoy.”

That night, when you’re both alone in his apartment, tangled in each other’s arms, your overnight bag on the floor - you tell him the same. The few tears he sheds into your hair are also definitely not because you’re finally comfortable enough to say it back. Ridiculous.

taglist: @hanyi-writes, @karagatan02, @bfajax, @aphrodict, @nomazee

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[rwrbmovie]

PRINCE HENRY GAY!

By Mark Lobatto

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

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

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

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

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[lively-potter]

—moon struck ; part three

— genre ; strangers to friends to lovers, kinda grumpy x sunshine, fluff, angst, smut, angst with a happy ending 🥹

— warnings ; body insecurities ( mentioned ), eating disorder ( mentioned ), oc deals with a severe amount of anxiety and panic attacks, violence, smut ( later ), FLUFF, love struck jungkookie 🥹

— find me on Wattpad ; LivelyPotter

— word count ; 1.5k

— intro , part one, part two

— 2024 © LivelyPotter

— taglist ; @ahgasegotarmy116 @jk97bam

***

river's pov ; the next day

I liked having a sense of complete control over my life and the things I did.

It wasn't completely true, but I pretended I did anyway.

Carefully holding the icing bag, I gently squeezed the bag and started moving my wrist in a circular motion to perfectly swirl the rainbow buttercream icing along the outside of the red velvet cupcake, I smiled to myself.

I had complete control when baking and decorating delicious treats – sometimes I messed up the measurements, but that was rare.

Poking my tongue out, a gesture I did to steady myself, I carefully crafted petals along the inside of the rim and soon enough, I had a perfect rainbow-colored flower.

"Oh damn!" a familiar voice exclaimed from behind me, making a squeak leave my lips the moment my brother, Brandon, reached in front of me and snatched the final cupcake from my hand. "These look good, Pixie–Mhm, and taste good too."

Cringing away from the man in front of me, a piece of red cake came out of his mouth and hit my nose. "Ew! Brandon!" I screeched out a laugh and he took my short – pixie-like frame, hence the nickname – and gave me a noogie.

"Dude!" I pushed him away, "Wern't you the one who taught me to chew with my mouth closed?"

Brandon watched me, amusement notching his brow as his cerulean blue eyes – that matched mine and Corey's – glinted in amusement. His big hand, dotted with black oil that he more than likely got from tweaking his motorcycle, ruffled through my hair and grinned wolfishly.

I rolled my eyes and giggled, turning back around to place the baked treats in a glass cake dish.

"Sooo..."

"You going to scold me for running again?" I cut him off, my three-month-old Australian shepherd, Kingston, yipping happily at my feet once I finally leaned down and gave him a pet along with a small dog-friendly baked treat.

"No," Brandon walked to the other side of the counter and braced his hands on the counter, looking down into my eyes. "I'm not going to judge you for it. That's Corey's job." he snickered, a soft smile coming upon his face.

I softened my defensive stance and quirked my lips. "Really?" I laughed along with him before becoming more serious. "It's just...instinct. Plus, he's scary."

"I know right!?" my older brother agrees, taking on his pale hair, "That dude just gives off that 'look at me the wrong way and I'll fuck you up', and I'm not going to lie and say I'm not intimidated by him. The dude's taller than me and that's saying something. A fucking beast, that man is, ya know?"

"Exactly," I snorted – before I met Jungkook, my brothers were the tallest men I'd ever encountered – besides Silas that is. And Jungkook was a good inch maybe even two inches taller than my brothers.

"But he's really nice...and gentle when he speaks." and that face is nice. That body is nice. And oh god, even his voice is like heaven on earth – wait...what was wrong with me? I shouldn't be thinking this.

I avoided Brandon's eyes once shuffling was heard at the front door. I swallowed past the lump in my throat and forced a tiny smile.

"I understand you not wanting to get close to him," Brandon ignored the apartment door opening and clenched his jaw. "The man's got baggage...and you're so young to be tied down to all of that."

I jerked back.

Baggage?

What in the dingleberries did he mean?

Moon?

"Moon is not baggage –" I went to argue but I was cut off as an energetic Atlas hollered happily, entering the kitchen.

"Oh hell yes! CUPCAKES!" he squealed like a child, the longer tufts of his dark hair falling into his eyes once he skirted past me.

I threw back and laughed as Brett followed after him – dressed entirely in black but her Gucci golden belt tied the entire outfit together as she threw her arms around me and smirked.

"So tell me what happened last night when that Jungkook picked up Moon!" she said, pulling me from the kitchen. I fought against her playfully as a blush arose on my face at the mention of Jungkook.

Brett would grill me for hours until Mr. Blackbourne or North ordered her to get her butt back home.

Since her accident a year ago; they'd been hesitant to allow her out of their sight, but since I had their full trust, and respect hopefully, the Blackbourne Team trusted me to keep her safe.

Brett's blonde hair smacked me across the forehead as she twirled around and threw her curvy body across my lavender bedspread.

"ATLAS!" she let out a shout at the same time I jumped a foot in the air and slightly glared at her for scaring me. What was with all of these people and scaring the life out of me?

She sent me a 'sorry' look, "Your bitch ass better save me one of those cupcakes or I'll tell Wil to beat your ass the next time you're looking to get fucked!"

"Oh my god." I whimpered into my hands, falling onto the bed.

Yes, this was my life.

***

third pov ; jeon jungkook

"This looks great, man! Thanks!" a man around Jungkook's age exclaimed happily, observing the large tattoo of a dragon with green highlights along the curve of his calf. "This looks sick!"

Jungkook held in a wince as he stood up from his stool and stretched his back. After hours of sitting down, shoulders drawn down, it was a wonder he hadn't developed a crick in his neck.

"I'm glad you're pleased with it." Jungkook couldn't help but chuckle when he was discarding his gloves and washing his hands once his area was sterile once more and ready for another customer.

Working today was a welcome distraction since he had been in a foul mood when he dropped off his baby at the daycare center – hoping to see the woman that had plagued his mind in the best of ways since he saw her angelic face. He was sorely, and furiously mistaken when he realized she wasn't there.

It was only Sang and Kayli there today. No River.

Jungkook rubbed a tattooed hand across his face and let out a sigh as his client left the room and he plopped down on the sofa across the room and stretched his sore muscles.

He wasn't the only one who was severely upset by River's absence, but his little Moon was too. Crying a river — pun intended.

He had hope, since yesterday evening — since they had spoken ( it wasn't enough, in his opinion ), that she would be there.

He hoped she would smile for him today.

Took him forever to calm his baby enough for her to allow Sang to pluck her from his caring, protecting arms.

A smile rose on Jungkook's lips when he eyed the clock on the wall.

But he did get one piece of usable information from River's best friend.

River had been busy getting three dozen cupcakes and other treats completed for a birthday party tomorrow, and later today – at exactly 2 pm, she would visit the library, as she did every Tuesday.

"Hey, Cherry?" Jungkook suddenly called out, jumping to his feet, "Can you reschedule my 2 o'clock appointment to tomorrow?" he asked his secretary, a middle-aged kind women covered in tattoos of all kinds.

She perched her hot pink glasses on the bridge of her nose and nodded, "Sure thing, JK." she said, her long acrylic nails tapping on the keyboard. "I'll just give Malcolm a call."

"Thanks, Cherry," Jungkook said gratefully, twiddling with the multiple rings on his hands as he searched for his car keys.

"I got somewhere to be," he called out, already stalking out the his tattoo shop, TATTERED, "I'll be back later!"

Cherry watched the young dad with a grin on her face and reached for her phone.

She unlocked her phone and dialed a number.

"Erica, that boy's got it bad – I'm just tellin' you, girl. He was blushing a few minutes ago when he told me he'd be back later. It's been like this for months."

On Sunn Vale Court, Erica Lee grinned at her phone as she spoke with her childhood friend. "Let's hope River gets over her fear of being in a relationship," she said with a sigh, looking across the room.

"Stage an intervention," Cherry suggested after a moment of silence. "I just pity the poor boy whenever he comes in every morning sad as a kicked puppy."

Over the next thirty minutes, Erica and Cherry – along with Brett, Atlas, and Gabriel – and most surprisingly, Corey, came up with a plan to help out both parties involved.

author's note ; ✨

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[cryptid-stimming]

Trans Cake! Trans Cake!

[Image description: 3 gifs; from left to right.

A gif of someone slowly rotating a cake while using a piping bag to create a white buttercream ruffles on the side of a cake, between other ruffles of blue and pink. A gif of someone using metal tweezers to place sugar pearls of differing sizes on the piped swirls of pink and blue on the top of the cake. Ad a gif of the finished cake being spun to show off all over the piping.

End of image description.]

#stim gifs #food #piping #tweezers #rotation #spinning

[larimar]

floretflower

This is a mix of seed that will be part of our upcoming breeding launch (Feb 6. 9 am PST) called Dahlia ‘Petite Florets’ that was collected from one of the first (and my personal favourite) dahlias I ever bred named ‘Floret’. Flowers come in a range of pastel tones, including peach, apricot, dusty rose, lavender, sun bleached raspberry, and buttercream, all with a hauntingly beautiful iridescent wash and a large percentage of the blooms are either collaretes or anemones, many of which have snipped petal tips, long feathery ruffles, and twizzly eyelashes encircling their fuzzy centres. Every one of them is pure magic!

#floretseed #floretdahlias #discoveringdahlias

[koolkat9]

Birthday Fic

Rating: T

Relationship: England + Wales + Canada + America

Word Count: 968

Read on AO3

Five to Twenty-Five

“What are you doing, Uncle Dylan?”

A voice as soft and sweet as the buttercream he was currently mixing called. Two blue eyes with flecks of purple peeked out of the left side of the doorframe.

“Oh, Matthew!“ Just in time,” Dylan beamed. “I’m making your father's favourite cake for his birthday, and I could use a taste tester.”

The eyes lit up. "Really?"

Dylan giggled. “Of course! Now come, come.”

He scooped some of the frosting on the spoon and brought it down to Matthew. The boy took a cautious lick. He let out an excited ‘mmm’ before cleaning the spoon of the white, fluffy goodness.

“I take it I did a good job?”

Matthew nodded eagerly.

Dylan put the bowl to the side and checked on the cake in the oven. Matthew crept closer, trying to catch a peek.

“Can I help?” Matthew asked.

“ Well…Unfortunately, the cake is almost done.”

Matthew’s face fell, head hanging low.

“But, you can help me with the icing,” Dylan quickly added, crouching down to be at the boy’s level.

“Okay!”

Dylan picked Matthew up to wash his hands before setting up a stepping stool, so he could reach the counter. Matthew eyed the bowl of buttercream next to him, little fingers crawling over to it.

“Ah ah ah,” Dylan tisked, though there was a playful smile on his lips. “You’ll get a belly ache, and we may not have enough to finish Dad’s cake.”

Matthew curled back.

“But perhaps you can lick the spatulas when we’re done,” Dylan suggested, booping Matthew’s nose.

He turned back to the oven and checked on the cake. Deeming it cooked, he pulled it out and brought it over to the counter. “Now we have to get going if we want to finish before your father gets back.”

Matthew grabbed a nearby spatula and straightened up like some soldier baker. Dylan couldn’t help but laugh, grabbing his own spatula and taking a similar stance.

— — —

When Arthur returned home with Alfred from a morning of grocery shopping he heard giggling and shushing in the kitchen. Alfred had already scurried upstairs to collect his favourite stuffed animal he had forgotten to grab for their trip, leaving Arthur to investigate alone.

Dylan and Matthew were hunched over the counter, Dylan with a finger to his lips, smiling at a grinning, giggling Matthew.

Arthur leaned on the door frame, smirking to himself. “And what are you two up to?”

“Nothing,” they quickly said in unison.

They turned to Arthur, straightening up but still concealing the counter. Arthur squinted.

“Where’s Alfred?” Dylan asked.

“Upstairs. He forgot Barnaby.”

“Ah.”

“But really,” Arthur went on, “What are you planning? Corrupting my innocent, gentle Matthew?”

Dylan gave a dramatic scoff. “I would never. But you’ll see when Alfred comes down.”

“Fine…”

Moments later, Alfred came bouncing in, his bunny stuffed animal squeezed under his armpit. He only froze mid-way into the kitchen to sniff.

“Something smells good,” he exclaimed, looking around to find the source.

Matthew looked over to Dylan who nodded. The two pulled away to reveal the cake, now covered in pale green icing with frosted white roses along the edge. In the center, sat one of those candle signs reading: We stopped counting. Surely Dylan’s choice despite being the eldest brother.

“Happy birthday!” Matthew cheered, running to Arthur. Arthur scooped the boy up, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you, love,” he murmured.

“You made a cake without me?” Alfred whined, approaching Dylan.

“You wanted to go grocery shopping with your dad,” Dylan tutted, ruffling Alfred’s hair. “But you can still help us eat it. First though…”

He looked over to Arthur, who was trying to hide a growing grin. Dylan rummaged through the drawer for a lighter and lit the three wicks of the candle. Stepping away, he pulled Alfred with him to give room for Arthur.

With Matthew still in his arms, Arthur leaned down and blew out the candles. When he was done, Matthew hugged him tightly. Dylan and Alfred joined him in shouting ‘Happy birthday’ once more.

“Now, time for cake!” Alfred demanded, running back to the counter. He tried to swipe a bit of icing, but Dylan quickly grabbed the cake first.

“Alfred,” Arthur barked, “You were so good this morning. Don’t start acting up now. Patience.”

Alfred pouted, wandering to the corner with crossed arms. But it wasn’t long before he was rushing back over to get a piece when the cake was finally cut.

“That boy and his moods,” Arthur huffed, taking a bite of his cake.

“Just like his daddy,” Dylan teased, pinching his baby brother’s cheek.

“Quit it!” Arthur waved the hand away.

They watched the two boys eat their cake and Alfred telling Matthew all about the harrowing tale of his trip to the grocery store.

“I still remember when you were five,” Dylan mused. “Always following me around, wanting to play wizards or fairies. And now you’re twenty-five.”

“Please don’t get sentimental on me,” Arthur groaned.

Dylan only laughed, ruffling Arthur’s hair like he did when they were kids. Arthur growled in annoyance, fluffing up his hair into its proper mess.

“Thank you, for all of this,” Arthur whispered.

“It’s what brothers do.” A wide smile spread across Dylan’s face, wrapping an arm around Arthur. “But I can’t take all the credit. Matthew did help me get the icing done in time.”

“Well, remind me to thank him later.”

The two turned back to the boys. Alfred was now a mess of green and white icing, and Matthew was trying not to laugh at him. Arthur sighed.

“I got it,” Dylan intervened, already grabbing some paper towels. “You go get some more cake.”

Arthur gave a thankful smile before cutting himself some more cake.

#hetalia #hws #hws canada #hws wales #hws england #hws america #ace family #na bros #fanfiction #hetalia fanfiction #my writing #birthday fic

[chloenotfound404]

Cherry cookies - Rain x Reader

⚠️warnings: tickles, just a bunch of fluff really

Summary~ you and rain have a small cozy baking date whilst the ministry is quiet.

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“Darling, that’s not how you measure the flour,” You chuckle, tilting your head over to rain with a small and huffed giggle.

“Well it’s how I measure it,” he retorts, turning to you with a small smirk as he dumps the spoonful of flour in the bowl.

“You’re gonna be there for ages if you do it like that, just weigh it out,” You walk over to him with a small smile, reaching for the box the flour was in.

Rain instantly tutted and pulled it away from you before you could even get to it. Your arm outstretched to try and reach for it.

“Honey, come on!” You whine, reaching further for the box only prompting him to let out a soft and yet amused giggle.

“Let me do it the way I know how,” He smirked, leaning his head down to kiss your head softly with a small ruffle to your hair.

“Well your way isn’t the right way,” You groan, your arm instantly tugging back feeling him poke at your side. A soft whine leaving your lips as you look up at him.

“Aye, don’t distract the chef, or I guess the baker,” He smiled, gently grabbing your shoulder to push you to the side.

“I’m simply say-“

You don’t even have time to finish your sentence before bursting into light giggles. His hands connecting with your sides after he put the flour down on the countertop.

“Well you’re not saying much now, huh, pumpkin?” He teased, tickling over your sides with a sly smirk.

Your squeals and giggles filling up the otherwise mostly quiet kitchen of the ghoul den. “Ok-ok!! J-just make the damn cookies!” You manage out through helpless giggles, doubling over to get away from the small attack.

He smirked and soon stopped, pulling back with a satisfied hum. “It never gets old. You’re all tough and talk until I tickle you. Hell, even poking you breaks you,” He chuckled, looking over at you with a cocky glance.

“Yeah yeah just make the cookies,” you chuckle, rolling your eyes playfully as you wrap your arms around him in a soft hug.

He hums softly feeling your arms around him. His hands continuing to move ingredient to ingredient as he kept baking. You lean your head against his back, taking in the musky yet soft sent of him as he kept baking. The dough forming in his hands as you stay cuddled into him, taking in his warmth and smell with small happy hums.

“Hey darling,” he hummed, a small smirk curling on his lips that you couldn’t see.

You hum in response and look up at him, shifting your body to the side to his to see him.

He chuckles and scoops a small bit of the cherry buttercream frosting onto his finger, booping your nose leaving a dollop of icing on your nose. He chuckles a small bit hearing your small scoff before letting out a soft squeak feeling you do it right back to him.

“You’re an asshole,” You chuckle, licking the cherry buttercream of your finger with a soft hum. He only chuckles a small bit, going to cut out the cookie shapes with the pink tinted frosting on his nose still.

“You love it though,” he says albeit a small bit of a delayed response. His arms pressing the cookies out as you move them to the tray. Both of you sitting in a comfortable silence as you make your cookies together.

After a while, all the cookies laying out on the tray with small spaces between.

“All done,” rain mumbles, pulling you in for a small kiss on your head.

“Why on the head?” You chuckle, leaning up to teasingly lick the sweet cherry frosting from his nose. His head recoiling with a soft giggle before doing it back to you.

“How dare you?!” You squeak, giggling softly as you take a small scoop of frosting on your finger. You lean up to swipe it over his cheek, his cheeks flushing blue a small bit as he blushed.

“How dare I?” he chuckled, doing it right back to you.

The small play fight going on for a few more minutes before Rain blocks off the bowl with a breathless chuckle.

“Ok…ok we’ll run out,” he chuckled, thumbing over your cheeks to get rid of the frosting as you both giggle softly.

“But it’s fun,” you whine, licking his cheeks to get rid of the frosting. His cheeks darkening again as you do so.

“But cherry cookies are nicer,” he smiles, looking back at the oven with a small chuckle.

“We’ve still got a while for them, maybe another half hour,” Rain sighs, holding your waist softly before scooping you up in his arms.

“Where are you taking me?” You chuckle, looking up at him with a smile and soft eyes.

“Cuddle session before we take them out. Maybe some after as we wait for them to cool,” he sighs softly, taking you both over to the small space my the windowsill he loved to cuddle.

The space close to the fireplace to keep warm but not too close to anyone or anything else.

You both knew this night would be cozy and playful, and both of you were right.

#the band ghost #ghost band #the band ghost headcanons #the band ghost fanfiction #the band ghost fanfic #rain ghoul #rain x reader

[darling-dummy-blogs]

A Birthday Surprise...?- Victor Li

Cassandra tries to plan a birthday surprise with her daughter for her beloved husband while he is away on business the day of his birthday. Unaware of the fact that he ended up returning home earlier than she expected…

Word Count: 1.3k

Notes:

It's been a while since I've posted haha.. I've taken a break from writing due to my personal life unfortunately

And recently, my account has been giving me issues in receiving messages with friends so I've been dealing with that lately as well

But those issues aside, of course, I had to post something for my favorite and beloved CEO~ How could I not!

Happy Birthday, My Love!, My Greatest Miracle, May this day fill you with happiness and contentment. I am forever grateful to you for being in my life. <3

Told in Cassandra's POV.

Enjoy~

“Mommy, Mommy!” 

My four-year-old toddler squeals, scrambling into the kitchen where I was briefly tending to the cake propped on a cake stand. Looking down at my daughter, I smiled.

“Yes, my sweet girl? What is it?” 

“I finished wrapping Daddy’s gift! Look!” 

She beams excitedly, feeling quite proud of her work, she removes her tiny arms from behind her back, revealing the wrapped gift in question, wrapped up in crinkled wrapping paper topped with a slightly uneven and off-centered bow. Her wrapping skills were most definitely not the greatest but for a four-year-old, it seemed pretty up to par. I couldn’t help but let out a soft giggle at her attempt to wrap the gift she got for him. 

“It looks beautiful, baby. You did such a good job! Daddy will love it.” 

“Yay!” She bounced up and down cheerfully, her soft raven curls bouncing everywhere as she did so. 

“Go put your gift with the others in the living room, sweetie. Then you can help me with the  finishing touches to the cake.” I tell her with a smile, ruffling her hair with my free hand.

“Okay!” She dashed back to the living room whilst I continued decorating the last finishing touches of frosting.

For his birthday cake, I made a 3 layered vanilla cake, topped with a homemade buttercream frosting dyed a vibrant red and decorated with a white chocolate drip along the top. I then added a simple buttercream border to the bottom of the cake and as well as little dollops to the top of the cake. All Isa needed to do was add the sliced strawberries to those dollops and the cake would be complete.  

Isabella comes rushing back into the kitchen and right over to me. 

“I’m ready!” She beams, excitedly. She’s been so excited for his birthday all week, she could hardly contain herself. I couldn’t help but smile, lifting her up into my arms.

“Alright, you get to be the lucky one to finish decorating the cake. All you need to do is add these little strawberries to these little guys right here. Can you do that for Mommy?” 

She nods, “Yes!”

I handed her a strawberry slice, which she took happily, as I then leaned her closer to the cake so she could place it. She focused entirely on placing it carefully on the first dollop of buttercream, before repeating the same process with the others. 

“Good girl! You did a great job!” I said looking over her work before smiling at her, showering her cheek with kisses once she finished. 

Isa only giggled happily, wrapping her tiny arms around me, in a gentle hug.

“Come on now, let’s bring this cake to the living room. We have to go pick up Daddy soon from the airport,” I tell her, as I set her down. Isa nods as she heads back to the living room excitedly, only to see her father, Victor standing in the doorway of the living room looking at all the colorful decorations that were scattered throughout the living room–from various colors of balloons along the railing of the stairs, the streamers scattered throughout the room and along the wall, to a large and shiny ‘happy birthday’ banner hung up along the windows with a surprised expression on his face. 

When she noticed him, her face lit up with joy as she immediately ran over to him, 

“Daddy! You’re home!” She cheers happily, practically throwing herself into his arms. 

Victor’s expression changes from one of surprise to one of contentment as he lifts up his daughter into his arms, showering her in kisses. 

“Hello princess, I’ve missed you so much.” He smiled, as she hugged him tightly, giggling as she received several more kisses from him.

“I missed you too!”

Upon hearing his voice, I immediately left the kitchen, surprised that he was standing there in the living room and confused as to how he got home sooner than I expected him to. With the cake stand in my hand, I briefly set it down on the coffee table beside the gifts, as my mind questioned how he got home before we could leave to pick him up. I could have sworn I had more time…

When did his flight come in? How did he get home?? 

Trying to hide my confusion, I shake off the questions lingering in my head and walk over to greet him, smiling. 

“ Hi, my love! I didn’t know you’d be here already.. We were just about to go pick you up from the airport, why didn’t you let me know you landed?” 

Victor set down Isa, letting her go play with her toys whilst he pulled me into his arms, smiling with a chuckle, 

“There’s my beautiful wife, I did, but I did not get a response from you. So I had Goldman drive me back home instead. I did not expect to see all this when I came in though..”

“Well…Surprise..?” I laughed slightly, “I was planning to keep it as a surprise for when we got back home… but then you came home..” I pouted slightly, a little saddened that the surprise didn't go as planned.

He pulled me into a soft kiss, one I couldn't help but melt into, smiling once we pulled away. 

 “I was still surprised, my love. I can tell you both worked very hard on this. Thank you. I did have a feeling you'd plan something like this.” He chuckles. 

“Of course, I would! This is such an important day to me. I will always celebrate this day for as long as I am with you, my love. This day is the day you were born. Today, I get to show how much I love and appreciate you being in my life. How much you being alive has made my own life a much better place. How much I love celebrating you. This is the one day a year that will always be special to me, just like how you and Isabella are special to me. I love you. Happy Birthday.” I softly say, kissing him gently once more. 

Victor smiled against my lips, returning the kiss with one of his own, holding me close, a look of contentment and happiness could easily be seen on his face once we pulled away. This. This is exactly how I hoped he would react. 

“Thank you, sweetheart. I don't know how I got so lucky to have you and our precious little girl in our lives but I am so grateful. I love you both so much. Only you have made this day, what used to be so mundane and boring, so special and bright for me. I always look forward to whatever surprises you have in store for this day and no matter what, I will always look forward to celebrating my birthday as long as I have my special girls with me. Thank you for being in my life and for making me feel special.” 

I couldn’t help but smile so wide, proud and overjoyed, I pulled away from his embrace, taking hold of his hand. I led him over to the couch and had him sit down where his birthday cake and all his gifts both from me and Isabella were on the coffee table. Isa comes rushing over, climbing her way up onto the couch and onto Victor’s lap which he gladly accepted, holding her close in his arms, kissing the top of her head. 

I lit the candles on the cake, bringing the cake closer, while doing so I started singing ‘Happy Birthday’ to him. He smiled once I finished, with Isa happily clapping her hands. He leaned over, kissing my cheek. 

“Thank you, my love. Truly. This day turned out to be better than I could have ever expected.” 

“You’re welcome, my sweet. Here, make a wish and blow out the candles.” I smiled. 

He looked at the cake briefly, before looking at me and Isabella in his arms, smiling he gently took hold of my hand with his free one, lacing our fingers together.

“My wish…has already come true.”

#mlqc #mlqc fanfic #mr love queen's choice #mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #mr love victor #victor mlqc #happy birthday victor ❤ #01-13-2024

[quimble]

Childhood AU - Happy Birthday!

The first time they try to make a cake, it doesn't really work. Henry misread the measurements and accidentally added too much sugar and it ended up a gooey mess.

Not a bad tasting gooey mess, but a gooey mess nonetheless.

They had to bin that one and try again.

Both boys had gone out, trying to figure out at what time exactly Papa Lanyon would be out of the house for work. Then Robert and Henry would dart away from school as soon as it was over, with the little coins they had in there pockets.

Buying up eggs, flour, sugar and butter, along with some icing sugar, then tugging them home in their schoolbags, luckily avoiding Simon and his roving group of bullies.

Papa Lanyon still isn't home yet, fantastic.

The second time they try and make the cake, it turns out brilliantly.

And then the butter accidentally melted because they left it too near the warm oven. So they can't make buttercream.

They leave the cake though, the cake is fine. Both boys scamper away once more to the shops for some more butter and some good jam, making it back just in time to see Papa Lanyon at the door.

Exchanging a worried glance, they dart around the back, Henry holding up branches to let Robert through and tumbling into the kitchen via a window. Henry looks to Robert and they instantly form a plan. Robert starts making up the buttercream, layering it on the cake, but if Papa Lanyon comes to check the kitchen their surprise is all over!

Robert hears, from dangerously close to the door, "Mr Lanyon, can I tell you a science fact?"

Papa Lanyon stopped, looking down at Henry. He had been going to make a cup of tea now that he'd got home, but that can wait for a moment. Crouching down to Henry's level, he nods. "Of course. What's this brilliant science fact?"

Henry looks stunned, rustling through his memory to try and figure out what to say. "Did you know.. that.. people with blue and green eyes can see better in the dark?"

"Oh? Why's that?"

"Well, people with brown eyes have more melanin, like what makes my and your skin different colours! The melanin blocks all of the eye space to let light through, so they can't see as well in the dark! People with blue and green eyes though have less melanin, so they see better in the dark! It also means that sunlight can be super bright for them sometimes though."

Lanyon SR reached up and ruffled Henry's hair with a warm smile, "What a wonderful science fact! What about red eyes?"

That stumps Henry. He has no idea. Red is not a common colour at all.

"Well, what would you hypothesise?"

Henry shuffles on his feet, deep in thought, "Well, they're dark, so I would say the same as people with brown eyes, but they're also really sensitive to light? Only sometimes though. But it can be okay?"

"Maybe that's your next thing to experiment on?"

"Mm.." Henry muses.

Lanyon SR moves to stand and open the door before Henry quickly catches his hand, staring at him with an almost panicked expression. "Uh! Now you've got to tell me a boat fact!"

Lanyon SR watches him with an ounce of concern. He wonders where Robert is, he wonders why Henry is desperately trying to keep his attention. And trying to keep him out of the kitchen.

"A boat fact?" Henry prompts weakly, seeing Lanyon SR's eyes on the door still.

"Ah, yes, well." He tries to think of what could be of any interest. "Did you know that one of the most successful pirates was actually a woman? She was-"

There's a thud from inside the kitchen and Lanyon SR can't stop himself from going in now. He stands quickly, stepping past Henry, who's trying to grab at his trousers to hold him back, and opens the door.

He's immediately waving away a small cloud of white, looking to Robert who's stood in the middle of it, absolutely covered in the stuff. He watches as Robert shakes his head, a flurry of sugar falling from his curls.

Robert sneezes, then blinks his eyes open, looking at him sheepishly.

"Are you okay?" Lanyon SR asks, holding back a chuckle. Robert looks really embarrassed though, staring away at the floor with a stiff nod. Lanyon SR swallows away the chuckle, not wanting to upset his son.

Henry's looking up at the side though and Lanyon SR's gaze follows.

On the side is a simple Victoria Sponge and he realises that these two have made a cake. A cake for him. He didn't even realise the two of them knew when his birthday was.

He hears Henry whispering behind him to Robert, "It looks so good!"

Robert doesn't answer for a moment, rubbing at his eyes with one fist and hand trailing down to Henry's with the other.

"I'm sorry I messed it up at the end." Robert whispers back sadly.

Henry immediately looks over to him, shaking his head. "It still looks perfect."

When Lanyon SR turns back, he sees Robert being hugged gently by Henry, kneeling down to hug them too.

"Thank you, both of you. It looks beautiful."

He feels Robert pressing into his shoulder, resting his head down on his sons still slightly white hair. Then he hears a soft voice, "Happy birthday Papa.."

"Yeah." Henry joins in, just as softly, "Happy birthday Mr Lanyon."

He hugs his boys closer, smoothing the icing sugar from Robert's hair. On Robert's face, he can see the edges of a small smile, making his own smile widen.

"Now, do either of you want a slice?"

#childhood au #the glass scientists #quimbly's notes #headcanons #tgs #tgs henry jekyll #papa lanyon #tgs robert lanyon #birthday!

[ingolds]

Botan only really learned about birthdays when he came to the human world. His workplace was a pretty tight knit group so they would make a big effort to get the birthday person a cake with candles. It might not be the biggest cake in the world, but when they all stood together over that flickering warm flame and sung that familiar tune, the sweet joy upon their faces... He understood it was a very special occassion for a person's life. Once a year, people you love, reminding you how much they were grateful for having you in their lives.

Thus when it came to Theo's birthday (the date of which he only found out incidentally), Botan knew he had to roll up his sleeves and make one of his own... For a very special person! Borrowing a coworker's kitchen as well as her expertise in baking, he set to work with designing and making a brightly colored cake, with piped buttercream and little edible buttons shaped like butterflies, bees and daisies. The message on the cake was written in slightly wobbly cursive. At least it was meant to be cursive.

'I love you Theo', with simply HBD down the bottom because despite planning he had run out of space in the end. With the cake safely boxed up, he waited at his door with bated breath. He hoped he would like it!

after a few thousand years, birthdays tend to become insignificant. unimportant, just another day that marks the passing of an additional year. theo mostly doesn't bother celebrating them anymore, sparing a brief thank you to whoever is listening for allowing them to make it this far. it does mean, though, that they fail to commit to much of a celebration when the day they were born arrives once again. two thousand had felt just like one thousand, if he could excuse how he moved a little slower in the morning and how his stubble was coming in a little grayer.

a knock sounds at their door, and they tilt their head, listening and inhaling deep - botan. they stand quickly, gladly putting the article they were reading to the side, and turn the doorknob as soon as they're across the room.

“ botan, ” they greet, smiling bright, and then their gaze drops. he offers up the box with a nervous energy theo nearly sees, rushing through a short explanation that he found out it was theo's birthday and wanted to do something special for him. theo's expression softens through his words, and they take the box from him gingerly, tugging on the string until it gives. they pull the top up, and -

something huge and warm swells in their chest, something a lot like fondness, something a lot like love, and they feel the edges of their smile soften. though the words are wobbly, the bees and butterflies and flowers a little rough around the edges, the intent is clear. careful not to jostle or crush the cake, they pull botan to them, tucking his head underneath their chin.

“ thank you, ” they murmur quietly, ruffling the back of botan's hair with a large hand before they pull away. “ come in and enjoy it with me? ”

@temporalobjects

#temporalobjects #ANSWERED. #BOTAN IS SO CUTE IM PUTTING HIM IN MY POCKET RN #he tries so hard.. all the effort is making us warm and fuzzy

[sunalimerchant]

Trends in Cake Design from Dubai Cake Decorating Classes

Dubai, a city renowned for its luxury and innovation, is also a hub for creative culinary arts, particularly in the field of cake decorating. With a variety of cake decorating classes available, both novices and professional bakers in Dubai are continually introduced to new styles and techniques. This article explores the current trends in cake design emerging from cake decorating classes in Dubai, offering insights into the latest innovations that are captivating the culinary world.

Elegant Minimalism

One of the most significant trends in cake design that has been popularized by cake decorating classes in Dubai is the concept of elegant minimalism. This style focuses on clean lines, simple color palettes, and understated decorations that convey sophistication and luxury. Often, these cakes feature a smooth fondant finish with subtle accents such as edible gold leaf, simple geometric patterns, or a single dramatic floral arrangement. The minimalist approach is not only visually striking but also emphasizes the quality of craftsmanship and ingredients.

Textured Effects

Another trend that has gained popularity is the use of textures to add depth and interest to cakes. Cake decorators are learning techniques to create effects like ruffles, pleats, and lace patterns made from fondant or buttercream. These textures can mimic fabric, making the cakes look as though they are draped in satin or lace. This style is particularly popular for wedding cakes and special events where a touch of elegance and drama is desired.

Painted Cakes

Edible art has taken a forefront in the cake decorating scene, with classes teaching techniques on how to turn cakes into canvases. These cakes often feature hand-painted designs using edible colors, ranging from detailed portraits to abstract art. The flexibility in style and color palette makes this trend highly customizable, appealing to a broad audience who wants their cake to be as unique as their event. Painted cakes require a high level of skill and artistic sense, making them a premium offering in the world of cake decorating.

Metallic Hues

Metallic tones such as gold, silver, and bronze are trending in cake design, largely influenced by the luxurious aesthetics preferred in Dubai. Cake decorating classes in Dubai are equipping students with skills to use edible metallic paints and powders to add a shimmering finish to their creations. These metallic hues are often used to accentuate details like borders, lettering, and embellishments or to cover an entire tier for a bold statement.

3D Cake Sculptures

As technology and skills progress, so does the complexity of cake designs. 3D cake sculptures are becoming increasingly popular, where cakes are shaped and sculpted to look like objects, animals, or even detailed figurines. Cake decorating classes in Dubai are teaching students how to construct these elaborate structures, which can often become the centerpiece of an event. This trend requires a deep understanding of structural integrity and material behavior under various conditions, skills that are meticulously honed in advanced cake decorating courses.

Global Cultural Fusion

Dubai's diverse population influences its cake decorating trends, with designs incorporating elements from around the world. This fusion can be seen in the use of color, pattern, and motif that reflect various cultural heritages. Cake decorators in Dubai are blending Eastern and Western traditions to create cakes that are visually diverse and culturally rich, appealing to the city’s international community.

Sustainability in Ingredients

A rising trend in all areas of culinary arts, including cake decorating, is the focus on sustainability. Classes are now highlighting the use of organic, locally-sourced, and ethically produced ingredients. This trend is increasingly important to consumers in Dubai who are becoming more conscious of their environmental impact and health.

In conclusion, the trends emerging from cake decorating classes in Dubai reflect a city that values both tradition and innovation. Whether it’s through embracing minimalism, exploring new textures, or incorporating artistic and cultural elements, Dubai’s cake decorators are pushing the boundaries of what can be achieved in the art of cake design. As these trends continue to evolve, they not only enhance the aesthetic appeal of cakes but also enrich the overall culinary experience in Dubai.

[mhkeiger]

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[papilloncake]

Butterfly Ruffles Cake

The Butterfly Ruffles Cake is a single-layer butter cream cake that is perfect for any occasion. The cake is covered in white buttercream icing with ruffled icing details around the sides, giving it an elegant and delicate appearance. Adorning the cake are several decorative elements including butterflies and small flowers. One prominent butterfly with pink and black colors is positioned at the top of the cake as if it just landed. The base of the cake rests on a plain, round platform or stand. This cake is sure to be a hit at any party or gathering, and is perfect for anyone who loves butterflies and flowers.

#papillon_cake #papillon_cake_dubai #sweets_online_dubai #uae_sweets #birthday_cake_dubai #birthday_cake_delivery_in_dubai #birthday_cake_online_dubai

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8 Wedding Cake Trends

1. Heart-Shaped Cakes

We can't get enough of this adorable wedding cake trend—and you might have even already spotted it popping up on your social media feeds. Heart-shaped wedding cakes are all about whimsical details and over-the-top embellishments, which you'll love if you're into maximalist style. The Lambeth-inspired cakes, usually decorated in pastel colors like pink, purple, yellow, green or blue, are often topped off with bright red cherries that complete their vintage look. Not sure you want to try this trend for your wedding day? Heart-shaped cakes are just as cute at engagement parties, bridal showers and rehearsal dinners.

2. Garden Patch Cakes

Florals for wedding cakes? Groundbreaking. But really—in 2024, fresh flowers will adorn cakes in new ways that evoke a more abstract, organic look than ever before. Instead of meticulously placed clusters of blooms or elaborate flowers cascading down fondant tiers, the concept of this wedding cake trend is to use florals in a way that feels like they sprouted directly out of the cake. It's giving simple cottagecore garden wedding—just add a sweet gingham or checkered tablecloth. Editor's note: Your wedding cake baker and wedding florist can help you choose food-safe flowers, which is important to keep in mind when adding any type of plant or natural element to your cake.

3. Ribbons and Bows

Dainty bows are already trending for hair accessories and wedding fashion, and they'll be making their way onto wedding cakes, too. This trend is a throwback to wedding cakes of the early 2000's, and today's version falls perfectly in line with the popular coquette and balletcore aesthetics. Expect to see bows on cakes in all sizes and forms, from actual ribbons to sugar bows made of fondant, meringue or hand-piped icing. Try this pretty idea if you're into understated and timeless details, since you won't need to add many other embellishments (if any) to your cake.

4. Wavy Piping

This wedding cake trend is unlike anything we've ever seen before, and we're a little obsessed. Wavy piping, ruffled buttercream and squiggly meringue accents are all bringing unique dimension to wedding cakes. The basket weave piping technique with a wavy look around the circumference of the cake stemmed from the inspiration of 1920s women's hair styles—the short bobs with their finger waves. I love the sensual and feminine look it adds, but how it also creates depth and structure. Each ribbon belt is different to emphasize the individuality of my cakes and to the corresponding client. No two cakes are ever alike.

5. Textural and Tonal Cakes

Understated luxury, anyone? Bridging the gap between super-simple wedding cakes and highly detailed creations, monochromatic textured cakes give you the best of both worlds. An all-white color palette tones down the overall look of the cake, but upon closer inspection, the details keep it far from boring.

6. Extra-Grand Wedding Cakes

Now that big weddings are back in full swing, the desserts have to be equally as impactful. After all, what's a party without cake? The cake is now center stage again. It's a vital part of decor and getting dressed up more than ever. Extra-tall cakes (think six and seven tiers or more) will tower above dessert tables, creating a focal point at your reception venue and giving you the ultimate cake-cutting photo opportunity. And the cake itself is just the beginning—lavish embellishments and add-ons will take the whole display to the next level. Lots of flowers, not just on the cake, but surrounding the table so that it feels more like a focal art piece than a dessert.

7. Sheet Cakes

If you're going the casual route for your wedding day, consider skipping the multi-tier cake for a one-tier sheet cake instead. But if you think this is your average grocery store sheet cake, think again. What makes this wedding cake trend so noteworthy is that the sheet cakes are decorated just as much as (if not more than) vertical cakes, complete with fresh flowers, intricate piping and other decorative techniques. The main difference? Because of their horizontal design, sheet cakes won't need as much structural support—and they're a great option to maximize the amount of cake you can serve at once.

8. Unique Cake Flavors

There's always going to be a time and place for classic vanilla sponge cake and buttercream frosting, but you don't have to play it safe on your wedding day. If trusty standbys like chocolate or red velvet just aren't doing it for you, draw inspiration from experimental avant-garde menus and seasonal flavors instead.

I truly believe in keeping things seasonal and I hope that the wedding cake industry can tune in more to this. I believe we will see more focus on seasonality and the use of various grains with a different twist on traditional flavor pairings. Think certain fruit fillings infused with various spices or herbs, such as citrus and coriander, or my all-time favorite and go-to: strawberry and bay leaf jam.

#wedding cakes trends #unique wedding cakes #modern wedding cakes #2024 wedding cake trends