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PATISSIER PEACH !! + closeups
thats it thats the post, i love her
#ok not only peach has always been my favorite mario character#NOW SHE BAKES#MY GIRLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL#patissier peach#peach#princess peach#super mario bros#art#illustration#cute#digital art#digital illustration#nintendo#painting#nintendo switch#artists on tumblr#drawing#princess peach showtime
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patissier peach in princess peach: showtime 🍰｡.｡:+*
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Why is nobody talking about this
there is ninja peach and cowgirl peach and the only ones that appear to have noticed this game changing information is "top 10" and "10 things that you didn't notice" channels, why aren't you guys fu*king talking about this. Ahhhhhhhhbhh i need the fan art but i am too fucking poor to comission it, why did i have to be born in Brazil,
FU*K
#peach showtime#swordfighter peach#ninja#early evening post#cowgirl#rant#patissier peach#detective peach#kung fu peach#princess peach#ranting#super mario
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need an amazing looking cake? or need a good cake for your son's birthday party? or just a good desert? well, Patissier Peach has your back!
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Princess Peach Showtime Patissier Peach Cosplay Costume Hallowcos
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Besides the Super Mario collection, Princess Peach transforms from her usual position as the princess of Mushroom Kingdom to a patissier in Princess Peach Showtime! her bakes delectable desserts roughly the size of her head. To gain special new powers, the baker is one of many transformations she takes. Collect all the accessories of the Patisserie Peach costume from Princess Peach Showtime for Halloween and cosplay.
#findurfuture#halloween cosplay#halloween costumes#findurfuture costume#super mario bros#super mario#mario bros#smb#princess peach#bowser#patissier peach#princess peach costume
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Princess Peach Showtime was pretty fun! Frustrating at times, but what game isn't. Anyway, here's Luprand in a patissier getup of his own, ready to conjure up plenty of cookies, cakes, and general merriment.
#luprand art#furry art#german shepherd#sheppyshep#princess peach showtime#patissier#baker#pastry chef#cookie#apron#piping bag#blue checked fabric means quality cooking
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Patissier Peach! <3 <3 <3
#princess peach#princess peach fanart#princess peach showtime#mario bros#super mario bros#super mario#super mario brothers#smb
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Labels and plots
The PPS website more-or-less auto-translates into some decent English so here's the main story for each play Peach finds herself becoming lead role to...
Swordfighter(Known as Fencer in Japan)-Peach needs to cut down mysterious thorny growths on a castle to rescue the king
Patissier-All the treats for a Sweets Festival were stolen and Peach is the skilled chef who needs to get cooking so there will be desserts present to eat before the gates open
Kung Fu-Peach needs to reclaim the dojo where Shifu(?) was defeated
Detective-A museum exhibit was stolen and it's up to Peach to hunt down the clues to find the culprit
Ninja-Peach needs to save the ninja village
Cowgirl-Robbers are rampant in a western town and Peach has to rescue the goods and return them to their rightful owners
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Bouquet
Flufftober prompt: Flowers
Suptober prompt: Eighty-sixed
Random word: shy
(Read on AO3)
“The salmon's eighty-sixed, Garth. Make sure the servers know. Tell 'em to push the pork medallions instead.”
“You got it, chef!” The lanky expeditor hustles out of the kitchen, and Dean turns back to the flat top. Nothing he's tending there requires his full attention, so his thoughts and his eyes drift, as usual, to the Patissier's station in the corner.
Castiel Novak had been one of Dean's first hires when he'd opened Impala, and not a day has gone by since that he hasn't thanked the culinary gods for that blessing. Cas's mousses are the airiest, his pâte sucrée the tenderest, his crèmes brûlées the richest Dean's ever had the privilege to taste. Last week he'd put together a mugwort panna cotta with blowtorched berries, whipped cream, roast peach ice cream, and honeycomb that had been so delicious, so elegant, so perfectly balanced that Dean had almost passed out when he'd tasted it. He'd had to put the spoon down after the third bite and sit with his head between his knees until the ringing in his ears stopped.
Rumor is that Impala is on track to gain its first star this year. If (fingers crossed) that does come to pass, Dean knows he'll have Cas to thank. To end a meal at Impala with one of Cas's desserts is to walk out of the restaurant with joy in your heart. Even the most jaded Michelin inspector is powerless to resist that joy.
Dean rearranges the medallions on the grill, pulls a few to plates, and passes them off to Jo, his Entremetier. It feels good to be on the line tonight. As the owner, he's Chef de Cuisine, and generally spends his time in his office, fine-tuning menus and dealing with their suppliers. When his Grillardin Benny had called this morning to say his wife was in labor and he'd need to start his paternity leave a little early, Dean had jumped at the chance to cover his station for the night. It's been too long since he'd spent a shift in the kitchen, and he's missed it. The bustle and chaos of a dinner service feeds his soul in a way that nothing else can.
Besides the pleasure of nostalgia, there's another reason he was happy to rotate in as a Station Chef for the night instead of letting his Chef de Tournant pick up the slack. At the moment, that reason is drizzling spiced red wine syrup across a vanilla bean and yuzu pot de crème. Dean watches him work for so long that he almost overcooks a filet, yanking it off the heat just before it crosses the death line from medium rare to bleccchh.
He's known Cas for seven years now. Together with the rest of their core staff, they've built Impala up from the ground with their bare hands. They've been through the wars side by side, in a way, and the bond they share as a result is profound. He'd readily claim anyone on his line as a blood brother (or sister), and he feels closer to some of them than he does to his actual family. But he's always sensed a different... flavor to the connection he and Cas have.
It's pretty clear the feeling goes both ways. They've expressed it in shy smiles and lingering touches, and there have been many moments over the years when Dean's been sure Cas would be more than receptive to a kiss. But he's been loath to cross that line. He's seen the havoc that sexual entanglements can wreak on a kitchen. (Thank you Jesus, Mary, and Auguste Escoffier that Andréa came along a couple years ago and settled Benny's ass down for good before he'd managed to dick his way through Dean's entire Brigade de Cuisine!)
Dean would never endanger their working relationship, and the success they've built together, for a quick fumble in the walk-in (even though that's a scenario he's envisioned in detail more times than he can count, especially when he's in the shower). It's time to admit, though, that what he wants with Cas has progressed light years beyond fumble territory. The walk-in fantasy shares equal billing these days with something much more domestic – a soft-focus vignette of the two of them making dinner together in the kitchen of a house they share. He imagines glancing touches, shared jokes, dropping a kiss on Cas's cheek as he hands him a whisk. It makes him ache in a way the dirty thoughts never do, with a sweet pain like pressing his finger against a love bite, and he can never keep away from the feeling for long.
Despite his intention to enjoy his nostalgic night back on the line, he passes the rest of the service with his mind in the clouds, lost in daydreams about him and Cas at the farmer's market, him and Cas shopping for a new bed, him and Cas in the new bed (hey, he's only human). Before he knows it, the last plate has gone out to the floor and it's time to tear down the stations before the cleaning crew shows up.
He stretches, and his back and feet scream at him, reminders that he's not as young as he was the last time he worked a dinner rush. As much as he'd like to head straight home and collapse, he does have a bit of paperwork on his desk that he needs to sort out before the morning deliveries. He gives a wave and a “thanks, everyone” to the rest of his kitchen and returns to his office.
He's stapling the last receipt when there's a knock at his door, and Cas peeks his head in.
“You're still here,” he says in his rock salt voice. “Good. I brought you something.” With a flourish that he must have picked up from their headwaiter, he sets a small plate on Dean's desk. On it are three small scoops of ice cream. “Let me know what you think.”
“Are these new recipes you're working on?” Dean asks as he takes the spoon Cas is holding out to him and digs in to the scoop at 4 o'clock.
“No, nothing like that. I just wanted to give you something.”
Dean quirks an eyebrow at that, and is about to inquire further when the taste of the ice cream hits his tongue. There's honey in there, and double cream, but the top note is delicate and elusive. He lets the flavors expand as the heat of his mouth warms the ingredients...
“Chamomile?” he asks uncertainly. Cas nods. “Interesting. I like it.”
He carves off a bit of the second scoop. This one is pale pink, and tastes of... “Vanilla and... Roses?” Another nod. In a less skilled hand, the flavor would be bitter or perfumey, coating his mouth and his nose, but Cas has given him something ethereal. He takes another, bigger spoonful and savors it before moving on to the third scoop, which looks chocolatey.
There's definitely cacao in there, but yet again something unexpected is entwined with it. Dean considers for a moment. “...Lavender?”
Cas grins. “Perfect score, chef.” Then his expression changes to something bashful, making him look uncannily like a school boy standing in front of his crush, holding out a scraggly just-picked bunch of...
“Cas,” Dean says slowly, as a realization dawns. “Are you giving me flowers?”
A blush spreads across his pastry chef's cheeks, but he looks Dean straight in the eyes when he answers. “It's a customary way to indicate romantic interest, is it not?”
Dean has never wanted to kiss him more. But somehow, knowing that they're finally ready to cross the line together, that a kiss is definitely going to happen, makes him okay with waiting a little longer for it.
“You wanna grab a burger with me, Cas?”
“Are you asking me out on a date, Dean?”
“It's a customary way to indicate romantic interest, is it not?”
“Then yes.”
“And in the morning, you wanna hit the farmer's market together?”
“I'd love to.”
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Yuki: Wonderful Octave Rabbit Chat Part 5
Momo: ｡+｡°☆(●・w・【Happy birthday to Yuki】・w・●)☆°｡+｡
M: (.+゜*Forever Love。 :+´ `3)◠Y◠Y◠ ☆
M: Thank you for being born~~~♪ヾ(≧∀≦)ﾉ
Okazaki: Yuki-kun, Happy Birthday! I’m glad that I can celebrate with you this year!
Tsumugi: Happy Birthday!
Yuki: Thanks. ^ ^
Okazaki: To Takanashi-san too, thank you for joining us!
Okazaki: Because you supported the radio’s request project, I wanted to tell you the comments in a group chat.
T: From here too, I learned a lot because I was allowed to help!
M: Yuki’s radio was the best! I recorded it and listened to it every morning!
M: I listened to the gratitude message part so many times and I memorized it! I can easily play it in my head. (‵・ω・’) b
Y: So you really did listen...
M: It’s my message tho so what are you saying! lololol
Okazaki: I was grateful while watching over Yuki-kun from the radio booth. Yuki-kun, who was talking to a fire extinguisher before, grew up to this much...
Okazaki: I was moved that he spent that much time!
Y: Okarin too...
Y: I can't do this after all.
Y: It makes me want to run away...
Y: Even though it was the request from me.
T: [Smiling Kinako Stamp]
T: Seems like there were huge responses from the listeners too!
M: There were a lot of interesting Yuki-ish talks after all, like about cooking and music huh. ( *´艸｀)
*T: How was Sougo-san’s reaction to you choosing his request?
Y: It seemed he was super happy. He sent me a long rabbit chat that sounded excited. Even though I pulled his request, the promise we made to go out drinking as three with Yamato-kun lives on. ^ ^
Y: Mostly, I think I did it at my own pace without pushing myself. I can do it again if there is an opportunity.
Y: But I’d want to do it even more together with Momo.
M: Yuki~~~~~~ (ノ≧∀≦)ノ
T: Is everyone together now?
Okazaki: I had some work left over so I’m at the agency. Momo-kun and Yuki-kun are done with their recording, so you’re in Yuki-kun’s house now right.
M: We’re preparing for Yuki’s birthday and Christmas party!
M: I wanted to cook for him today, but he kicked me out from the kitchen (ノω・、)
Y: I could hear some loud noises from the kitchen so I couldn’t stop worrying.
M: Cutting pumpkins is hard huh~!
Y: And, I prefer serving food that I made rather than being fed.
Y: Momo is the one who’s eating.
M: We put the right men in the right places lol
Y: And you bought cake and wine right.
T: Feels like a celebration day huh!
M: Somehow, it’s a peach-colored snowman cake! There’s a cake of snow and peaches!
M: I ordered it from the design to my patissier friend(‵・ω・’) +
M: And the wine is from Yuki’s birth year. (‵・ω・’) +
T: I can tell Momo-san’s seriousness…!
Y: It’s perfect^ ^
Y: I’m happy I can celebrate my birthday with Momo this year too.
Y: Because Momo is my partner for getting Re:vale’s songs out to the fans.
Y: Sometimes I think that. That I don’t know if I’d be able to stand onstage now if Momo wasn’t around.
M: Yuki was standing. You would definitely stand onstage and grab the mic.
M: You wouldn’t quit making songs. Ban-san surely thought that, and he probably thinks that now.
M: But, I think from the bottom of my heart that I’m glad I’m Yuki’s partner.
M: Because Yuki and I make Re:vale as a pair!
Y: Momo...
M: Let’s sing a lot from now on! Let’s celebrate a lot!
M: Let’s be fully happy with us, fans, and everyone!
Y: Thanks, Momo.
Y: Let’s bring Re:vale’s best songs to the world.
Y: If I’m with Momo, I can do anything.
V2:
M: There were a lot of interesting Yuki-ish talks after all, like about cooking and music huh. ( *´艸｀)
T: How were the fans’ reactions?
Y: Seems like they were happy because I talked about the backstory to songwriting for the first time. Also, they thanked me for Momo somehow.
Y: Mostly, I think I did it at my own pace without pushing myself. I can do it again if there is an opportunity.
V3:
M: There were a lot of interesting Yuki-ish talks after all, like about cooking and music huh. ( *´艸｀)
T: Since the broadcast is over, what did you think of it?
Y: It was great. Other than the bungee jump part, I could speak naturally.
Y: Mostly, I think I did it at my own pace without pushing myself. I can do it again if there is an opportunity.
#idolish7#idolish seven#takanashi tsumugi#tsumugi takanashi#yuki#idol#game#gaming#rabbit chat#Wonderful Octave#12 hits#translation#japanese#english#game app#idol game#Rhythm game
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she just couldn't help herself! she had to take a bit of the delicious cake! it's really tasty!
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Sweet Patissier Peach
Cosplayer: @teatherxrie
Repost from INS
📸: @td.photography
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*Dark Samus is sitting at a table, idly scratching strange erratic drawings into its surface when suddenly she looks up to realize she’s been surrounded by the other lady Smashers*
Dark Samus: ???
Zelda: Now Eve, honey, I want you to know that none of us are mad at you. But … uh … how do I put this?
Daisy: Whenever we go out on the town you always end up doing something bizarre to terrify all the merchants.
Zelda: D-Daisy!
Daisy: What?
Corrine: She’s only getting to the point. You’re way too soft on her.
Lucina: I just want to go clothes shopping without the clerk hiding behind the counter!
Peach: Last time her unearthly screams caused the patissier to faint face down in her own cake.
Dark Samus: …
Zelda: L-look, the point is, sweetie, we think you might have a lot of pent up aggression. So we collectively agreed that maybe it might be helpful for you if we got you an emotional support pokemon. Captain?
*Captain Falcon enters the room and dumps a Mimikyu into Dark Samus’ lap*
C.Falcon: There you go, one freshly caught pokemon.
Zelda: Douglas! We agreed that we were getting her a Pikachu!
C.Falcon: What are you talking about? That sure as hell looks like a Pikachu to me.
Zelda: No! That’s a Mimikyu and they’re very dangerous!
*Zelda turns her attention back to Dark Samus to find her peaking under Mimikyu’s sheet*
Zelda: AH! Eve! Honey! Don’t do that!
Dark Samus: *apparently completely unphased by Mimikyu’s true appearance* Do what?
Zelda: O-oh! (Is she immune?)
Dark Samus: *letting the mimikyu latch onto her* I’ve named it Spoon.
C.Falcon: Well now she’s named it so you gotta let her keep it.
Zelda: *sigh*
Corrine: You gotta admit they look cute together.
Daisy: And they have a lot in common!
Dark Samus: Do we?
Zelda: Ah, she means because you’re both so adorable!
Dark Samus: Ah. That makes sense.
Mimikyu (Spoon): *chilling unearthly scream that seems to echo from the darkest pits of Hades where even Satan fears to tread*
Dark Samus: =)
Peach: … I can’t help but think maybe we've taken a step forward... but in the wrong direction.
#incorrect quotes#smash bros#submission#incorrect super smash bros#super smash bros#Dark Samus#Zelda#Peach#Daisy#Corrin#Lucina#Captain Falcon#Mimikyu#Metroid#Legend of Zelda#Super Mario#Fire Emblem#F-Zero#Pokemon#Zelda x Dark Samus#Dark Crown
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