Sugar Pie Honey Bunch

Robin Linwood - Fae - Owner of Ginger's Snaps Bakery

[sugarhoneyrobin]

ggdarrinxlevine​:

In addition to being a dumping ground for excess merchandise, the cluttered backroom at Verbatim Comics had been gingerly crafted into Darrin’s office space (although, in truth, he hardly ever got any work done in there). After all, beyond the solitary desk in the corner, he used it to store the arcade machines he had collected over the last few years: a blinking Pac-Man, a pinball game based on an obscure movie, Space Invaders, what may or may not have been a genuine Polybius console, and exactly one crane machine, filled now with an assortment of candy in which Darrin himself could not actually partake. A blinking cathod TV displayed the title screen of Dragon’s Lair. 

Leading Robin into the space, he closed the door behind them and flicked the overhead light switch to turn off the fluorescents. The new darkness allowed some of the black light posters dotting the walls to come to life, wizard faces and twisting serpents shimmering beneath the glow from the assorted novelty lamps, one of which was a flapping neon bat. It was funny. “I cashed out. Locked the front door. Turned out the lights. Flipped the open sign. No one should be by,” Darrin droned on, counting off on his fingers as he lowered himself onto the faded plaid sofa. He pushed aside some forgotten board game pieces from the table and flashed his friend a smile.

“You can have a go at the crane if you feel like it, but I have stuff in the fridge too. Or I could just…unlock it. And you can take whatever you want.” All of this felt forbidden in its own way, but perhaps no more forbidden than the few times he’d partaken in someone’s secret stash as a human. This high was different, though. And as much as he enjoyed these hangouts, he still yielded, allowed Robin to set the tone and speed. “Uh…how was work today?” What a dumb question. But it was small talk for the sake of small talk. “I think I might get a sword; did I tell you? I saw one online today from Willow, and that’d be pretty badass, yeah?” @sugarhoneyrobin​

Having arrived at his friend’s comic book shop, Robin eyed some of the items on the walls and thought of specifically the ones that resembled his realm. It always gave him some comfort being here, not just because of what he’d get. But, it was most definitely a big part of it. So, when Darrin guided him to the back like usual, Robin let his glamour fade from his appearance to reveal the scars but leaving his rather human facial features since he didn’t want the other to see him in his truly fae form. It was too much for some, since he did look otherworldly.

As he saw the claw machine filled with sweets, Robin’s eyes flashed their fae color as he nipped his bottom lip. Oh that taffy looked appealing. “I’ll use the machine. To make it fair. But I’ll do it in a minute.” Robin told him, smiling over to the vampire before moving over to the couch. “Work? It was busy like usual. Ever since the ball, I’ve been getting quite a bit of business.” He said, taking off his coat, he placed it over the back of the couch and sat down next to him. “A sword? That sounds lovely. I don’t know what ‘Willow’, I’m still catching up on human stories and pop culture.”

Thinking of his realm and his family, he remembered watching his brothers play with wooden swords and shields for fun while he helped his father by the fire. “I’ve never been one for weapons. I spent my time learning to bake while my brothers played pirates and knights.” He said, smiling fondly at the memory as he turned a bit in his spot so he could look at Darrin. “I did have a crystal dagger back home, but I...” He sighed and smiled to Darrin as he didn’t want to bring down their session. “Tell me about Willow. What is it about?”

[sugarhoneyrobin]

marcus-darring​:

“Could I have a chocolate chip muffin please? I don’t suppose you have anything pet friendly either, do you? It doesn’t have to be specific to pets just perhaps something I could give as a treat.” He looked at what was on display. “Better to get then something of their own than have both of them staring at me while I’m eating my muffin.” Nova seemed to mimic his actions, moving closer to the couter, nose almost pressed to the glass. “Don’t be greedy.” Marcus gently chastised, carefully guiding her back just a little.

“Actually, I do!” He said, moving from behind the counter and towards a small display that had little paw prints decorating some of the shelves. “Just over here. I have some carob chip bones in different sizes, pumpkin and oat paw-print shaped cookies, as well as a few different other flavors. I think peanut butter is the best, make it in-house as well so I know it’s not harmful to our fuzzy friends. This particular one is peanut butter and honey.” He said, smiling to him and picking up one from the jar display to give to Marcus so he could give it to his dog. “I hope she likes it.”

[sugarhoneyrobin]

unhclynights​:

Zed had almost forgot the procedure as to how this worked. He was told by a friend that there was a code word to let the fae know his true intentions. Which made a lot of sense, seeing what he wanted wasn’t the usual for this sweet shop.  It took a second before the vampire was able to remember. But he was going to make it look like he was being smooth. Zed leaned on the counter, “I heard you made some mean Turkish Delight. The best in town right?” Zed waited for the fae to understand what he was asking. “I heard you make it real special. I just to had to see it for myself.”

Watching the other’s stance change and the way he seemed to have a knowing look about him, Robin heard the code word and smirked. Looking about his shop to see no one else, he walked over to the door quickly and flipped the open sign to closed before locking it. Blinds were closed and the lights in the front shut off. Waving for the man to follow him, he walked to the door off to the side and opened it before stepping in. “Come with me.” He said, his voice soft like always but holding a sense of eagerness. At that same time, he let the glamour fade from his skin so the vampire could see exactly what he truly looked like. Bite marks and scars littered his skin, showing how much he’d given to their kind. It could be almost sickening to those who didn’t expect it, figuring that Robin was attacked. But, no, this was all mutual...and he craved it.

[sugarhoneyrobin]

gabrielxmcclainx​:

Noticing Robin for the first time, Gabriel offered a wide smile, raising his glass in something of a mock toast. “Ah! Robin! Hello, hello. Come now. There’s nothing to be anxious about here. We’re all friends tonight. This event is about our shared history, after all.” These words rang somehow hollow, and taking the moment, Gabe hid his face in his drink, taking a long swallow. “And I haven’t seen any Wessons yet, so I think it’s all good company.” He cleared his throat, settling more easily into place. “It’s good to see you as well, though. Enjoying the party? I hope so. It’s a cornerstone of the social calendar around here. I think this may even be the best one in recent memory.”

“I thought I saw one of them wandering about, but he looked so stuffy that I wasn’t worried.” He said, sitting down and smiling to the other as he spoke. “We may all be friends here tonight but I can’t shake my anxiety. It’s possible that I may not have slept last night due to having made the sweets for this ball, and maybe my anxiety is stemming from that.” Fiddling with his cuffs to make sure they were in the right place, he nodded at Gabriel’s question and enthusiasm for the event. “It’s a lovely ball. Back home, I went to a few and it was lovely. What I’m wearing reminds me of home so I feel most comfortable in it. What about you, though? Besides this one, have you been to any others?”

[sugarhoneyrobin]

Frantically placing down more pastries that some of the staff was bringing out, Robin found himself flustered since they kept just dropping them off. No, this was a display! He’d already told the Head Chef this and the staff just didn’t give two shits. Letting out a huff of frustration, his cheeks puffed out while continuing to adjust the profiterole tower he had worked so hard to make this morning. Pulling out the large spoon to create spun sugar, he placed it onto each top piece and nearly fell over as someone walked by. “Oh no!” He said, catching himself as well as the profiterole tower...ruining his outfit. “I think I’m too tired to handle this.”

[sugarhoneyrobin]

gabrielxmcclainx​:

As a rule, Gabriel did not glower. But he did observe. And he did glare. Standing in a corner of the ballroom, pretending to be fascinated by the drink glass in his hand, he privately watched a woman in a dark dress making her way through the crowd. She moved easily, brightly, all smiles and small talk. And there was no denying she was a McClain. Ever since his sister had decided to walk the Path of Night, Gabe had regarded her with disappointment. But as of late, it was perhaps beginning to morph into resentment. He took a long swig at that thought, and he suddenly wished the concoction was stronger than club soda. “It’s wonderful we can all…put our feuds aside tonight, isnt it?” He said into to the air, allowing the moment of terseness to fade away into a more practiced smile. It looked almost sinister. @mysticstart​

Robin was getting tired, almost desperate to eat some of the sweets he made for the ball but restrained himself. Eating or drinking any of that would be a dead giveaway as to what he was to the hunters in the room. And that, right there, terrified him. Maybe it was a bad idea to be here. That’s when he heard someone talking as he was walking by. The voice was familiar until he saw who it was. Smiling happily at a friendly face, he felt a bit nervous at that account. “I suppose, even if some people make me feel far too anxious for my own good. Peace has always been something I’d always wanted for everyone, including those I may not enjoy the company of. But, it’s lovely to see you, someone who’s been kind to me.”

[sugarhoneyrobin]

thesirenia​:

Sirenia chuckled softly as she watched him bow to her. Robin had always been a gentleman and he was one of the few men who seemed really happy to be there. She was pretty sure he had attended a lot of balls too, so he surely knew how to dance. “Of course, Robin. You look really handsome tonight. It would be such a waste if I didn’t save you a few dances.” She complimented him and extended her hand to him. “Show me all of your moves. I’m sure we’re gonna be the best dancers here tonight.”

Smiling happily at her praise of his looks, he smoothed his hands over his blazer and took her hand into his lightly. “How wonderful! I’m more than willing to dance with you for as long as you’d like. Being in your presence is sweeter than the sweets I bake.” Starting to guide her towards the dance floor, he made sure no one else was behind him before kissing her knuckles lightly as he made eye contact. “Oh, we’re going to be the absolute best! There are a few from my home you might not know but have seen me do back at your place. Are you ready for it?”

[sugarhoneyrobin]

marcus-darring​:

“Oh.” Marcus looked down at himself. “Thank you. I wouldn’t say it was anywhere near the grandiose that some other people have achieved. The invitation said it was black tie so… um…” He motioned to himself and the tailored black tux he was wearing. “I don’t think I would be brave enough to try though so I commend those who are thinking outside the box. Like yourself for example. I never would have thought to go with a patterned suit.”

He tapped his fingers against his glass as he looked around, a little overwhelmed at the sheer amount of people. “Obviously you can see I’m alone this evening. Nova wouldn’t exactly fit in and she’s not fond of wearing dresses so I let her ship.” Marcus had a moment where he wished he was in the past back when he knew he had tried and true methods to help him and someone to lean on. “I’m trying to extend my social circle a little. I’ve been here months and barely know anyone.”

“My pleasure, Marcus.” He said, smiling to him and sipping from the glass the human gave to him. “Well, I have to say, you nailed it! The tie and jacket really accentuate your neck and shoulders.” Looking to his suit as Marcus pointed out the pattern, his smile turned prideful and bright as he smoothed his free hand over the the silk. “Oh, florals are very much part of my home, so I wore it to make myself feel a little less homesick.” Robin thought of his family, causing him to drink a bit more of the champagne before licking his lips. Fuck, he hated feeling sad over having left. He wanted to, so that was something to celebrate, not to feel guilty over.

When Marcus mentioned that he was alone, Robin nodded in understanding as to why he was. “Oh, I bet she would’ve looked lovely in a dress, but I can understand the need for a lack of clothing. Sometimes it can be too restricting.” Leaning back into his seat, he looked up to Marcus and thought of his comment about not knowing many people. “Well, you can get to know me tonight. I don’t mind the company since my friends are enjoying their time mingling with others. I’m just a bit tired since I helped bake the sweets that were catered here.”

[sugarhoneyrobin]

marcus-darring​:

He’d convinced himself it was a challenge. Large room, lots of people, loud noises. In the few months he had been in town he had largely kept to himself as he got himself set up and use to his new surroundings. If he was correctly informed most of the town had been invited the the ball. He couldn’t give up the opportunity to meet people. He’d already spent the last two years basically living as a hermit as he dealt with his grief, he needed to get out.

Of course there was still the problem of standing in a large room with lots of people and loud noises. He moved through the crowd, trying to find somewhere that would be reasonable for him to stand. He was lucky that he was taller than most and therefor had some breathing room. Nova wasn’t with him tonight so he was on his own. Somehow on his walk through the room he’d ended up with two drinks. Once he had found a corner he could settle into he looked around before stepping up the nearest drinkless person. “Would you like this? They handed me two for some reason.” @mysticstart​

Robin had been socializing, saying hello to those he knew or had come across. He was a friendly little fae and he had no problem talking to others. The thing was, he felt a bit worn out, seeing as how he had made quite a bit of the sweets for the ball tonight. Sure, he didn’t have to, but he offered and it would be good for business. Yawning a bit while covering his mouth, he shook his head and caused his golden curls to shift a bit despite the hairspray. Though, as he was placing his hand to his lap, he saw the man who came into his bakery with the service dog.

“Oh, thank you! I could use a bit of a pick-me-up.” Taking it gently into his hand, he took a sip and hummed at the flavor. He did enjoy champagne, even if it wasn’t his favorite. A lot of big events liked Cava-infused creams and cakes so he had acquired quite the taste for it. His gaze did go over Marcus, causing him to blush at how handsome he looked. “You look really nice tonight, if you don’t mind me saying so.”

[sugarhoneyrobin]

thesirenia​:

“I’ve been attending a lot of balls for a while.” Sirenia told a random person as she took a sip of her champagne. Her white dress swayed around her feet as she moved slowly across the ballroom.“But you know what’s the best part of a ball? Dancing. I intend to do it all night”

“And it would be an honor to dance with someone as lovely as yourself, Sirenia.” He said, giving a slight bow to her in greeting. No, it wasn’t because of her status, but because of it being proper at a ball. He’d done this before, especially in his Realm, so it was lovely to attend something as celebratory and familiar as this. The Fae really did want to enjoy the night so he dressed to the nines in his favorite color: pink. Sure, he was too bright compared to the rest of the room, but this was customary for his kind. Be at your best, in florals if need be. “You look ravishing, Sirenia. I would love it if you joined me in a dance?”

[sugarhoneyrobin]

OUTFIT: Robin Linwood - Founder’s Ball

[sugarhoneyrobin]

loganoshea​:

he seems harmless, and he’s curious about what logan is, but he decides that for now it’s best to keep that kind of information to himself. he didn’t really feel the need to put himself out there, not even for a sweet little fae. “ah, so it’s your bakery, am i right?” he continues to bite into the pastry in his hands, humming a soft sound of approval before he bundles up the empty paper in his hand and drops it into the bag the food had come in. “you’re good at it, i’ll give you that.” he’s moving in closer, and logan can see that he wants to know more about him, he figures there’s no need to get territorial, at least not around this one. “you smell like…the undead.”

“Mhm.” He said, kicking a tiny rock on the ground lightly since he still felt nervous around the man. He was obviously a wolf, especially with how he carried himself. “It’s mine. I live in the apartment above it since I don’t like being away from my work all that much. That and it’s cheaper this way. But thank you for the compliment! I work really hard to make sure my baked goods are the best in town.” Scratching at the back of his head, he saw the other looking at him as if he could read his inner thoughts. Oh boy, this was not easy to hide the nervousness at all right now. Then, as he spoke so bluntly of the scent lingering on him, he blushed brightly and nodded once. “Yeah, it comes with the job, I suppose.”

[sugarhoneyrobin]

gabrielxmcclainx​:

“Well, I find that extraordinarily admirable. Not enough people pursue their passions. So many of us are blessed with talents we let go to waste. Me? I’m just good at arguing.” There was some good-natured self-deprecation in that remark, but Gabe managed to say with his usual broad, toothy grin. Underneath the primping and polishing, there really was a sociable person within, someone genuinely interested in others, their successes, and of course, their moral failings. “Yes, well, if you know a good tailor, let me know. I have a weak spot for chocolate cookies, and I’m not twenty anymore.” This was largely a joke, and he said with a short laugh. But falling silent, he listened politely, nodding along as appropriate. “Ah, no, don’t say sorry. I’m interested. I worry about the impression this place makes sometimes. Small town secrets and all; it can be exclusive. But no one elected me to the image committee, so what does it matter?” He shrugged his shoulders, giving another short laugh. “You’re right about that. And I hope we will be. I know everyone around here; it’ll be nice to have someone new to talk to.”

“You’re good at arguing? So is my oldest brother. I’m not, though I know how to stand my ground.” He said with a nod, smiling to his new friend. The man was kind enough, making him wonder if he was more than just some human politician. Laughing at his joke, he shook his head and pulled out a bag for the man to put his box into it. “You’re quite funny. I like it.” Sliding the bag across the counter, he moved to the register to ring up what the man had purchased. “That’s very kind of you to say, really. I do enjoy this place, to be quite honest, since it’s quaint and I honestly couldn’t go anywhere else.” He wasn’t lying in that instance since he couldn’t leave Hazelgrove. It was the epicenter of supernatural activity and he felt safe here. Well, as safe as one could be. “But I’m excited to be friends! Here.” Robin reached over the counter a bit and pulled out a business card from the tiny tray by the sample display and handed it over to Gabriel. “That’s my number. If you’d like to just talk or have another sample, give me a call?”

[sugarhoneyrobin]

vampireroxy​:

Roxy couldn’t help but notice those bite marks. There were too many of them. “Damn, Robbie, who’s been feeding from you?” She asked with a little bit of concern. She followed him quietly, still thinking about the marks. it certainly wasn’t a ripper, otherwise he’d be probably dead. But someone really came to him to feed from the source. She wondered who was behind it. As soon as he came closer to her and she saw his scars once again, she kind of felt bad for tasting his blood. “I… Robin, I don’t know what to say…” She spoke softly, still observing those marks. “I mean, I feed from blood bags most of times. Just when I’m starving and I run out of them I decide to feed from the vein.” She told him as she looked away, her monstrous side urging to take a bite from his wrist but Roxanne knew better and she controlled herself. “I appreciate it, really. I’ll come to you whenever I need blood. But… Let’s make a deal… I won’t drink it from your wrist. You’ll bite it and let some blood pour into a glass. And we’ll see what we can do.”

Seeing her reaction, he nipped hard on his bottom lip and felt as if he should be ashamed of the marks. Slowly putting the glamour back up, he shook his head and nearly gave a pleading expression. “No, no no! It’s not like that at all, Roxy! I...” He let out a shaky sigh while trying to muster up the courage to tell her. “When you all feed from me, it gives me a sense of euphoria I haven’t felt since I left my realm. I love it, to be quite honest.” His voice was sincere even if he gave a breathy chuckle after he spoke. Robin would never force anyone to drink from him, but he knew reassuring the vampires about how it didn’t hurt would lessen their own guilt. Though her offer was sweet, he felt it was almost depriving her of what she could have. “I don’t know about that offer. I don’t mind if you feed directly from me, like I said, I honestly love it. It’s a service I can offer this community for keeping me safe from hunters. But, if you feel it’s best to drink from a glass, I will have that ready for you.”

[sugarhoneyrobin]

thesirenia​:

“I trust you. I really hope it’s helping you. Please, if anything, really, anything bad happens…” She didn’t finish the phrase, she just watched the fae stretch on the rock and she smiled softly. It was so pleasant to see that he was feeling okay, that he was happy. That’s all the mermaid wanted from him: His happiness. When she saved him, she made sure to make him feel at home and did her best to brighten up his days. “Good. I’m glad you’ll be alright. It’s already happening, I can see.” She pressed her palm to his skin lightly and let out a chuckle as he made that adorable thoughtful face. She nodded enthusiastically as he spoke about the cake. “Yes! Yes! The way you talk about it really makes me wanna drool.” She revealed, moving her hand to her stomach. “It’s already growling. I really miss your food, Robin. I bet Luna will love it as much as I do!” She clapped her hand and bent over a little to kiss his cheek. “Thank you, my good friend. You’re awesome, you know that, right?”

Sensing the worry in her voice, he leaned over and kissed her cheek in comfort. “I promise to come to you if I have an problems with those who feed from me, Sirenia. You have my word.” Robin had no problem going to her when he needed help since she had shown such a loving heart when she saved his life. He owed her the honesty, the reassurance. There wasn’t much else he could do to really show how much he owed her for saving him from such a terrible demise. Though, as she mentioned how much she was looking forward to his food, he couldn’t help but blush from such praise. The fact that a Princess was more than ecstatic to have his food gave him tingles in a way. He was very proud of his work, especially since it had to do with his family’s legacy. “You can drool, I would find it a great compliment. I’m excited to meet this Luna person, even if she doesn’t end up liking my sweets and such. I just want to make a good impression.” Hearing her compliment, he waved his free hand lightly as if to dismiss his own bashfulness. “You’re making my head swell, my friend. You are just as lovely as you say I am. You are the one who saved my life after all.”

[sweetoothgirl]

Bread Recipes! 🥖🍞

(recipe 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10)

[sugarhoneyrobin]

thesirenia​:

Sirenia nodded softly, looking into his eyes as she listened to him talk about his blood doll experiences, a slight disapproving expression on her face. Even though she didn’t think it was a good idea, only Robin would decide if he should stop. She could give him a lot of advices, but if he decided to keep doing that, the mermaid wouldn’t turn her back on him. She appreciated his honesty and there was one thing (among others) she loved about Robin: He’d always tell her the truth. She always did the same. “As I told you, I don’t think that’s a good idea… But as long as nothing bad is happening to you, I’m okay with it. Just… Try not to turn it into an addiction.” She watched as the fae let the glamour fade from him  and her jaw dropped as she saw the scars. She touched them lightly, as if the simple act of touching could give him some pain. “My… Robin. Does it hurt?” She quickly removed her hand from the scars and tried not to face them, her focus on Robin’s eyes only. “Chocolate is not our favorite food, but we do enjoy it.” She nodded as she spoke. “We really love seaweed. Do you think you can bake a cake using some seaweed?”

“I’ll try, Sirenia. I promise. But...it helps curb my appetite for creams and sugars. I figured it wouldn’t be so bad as long as it is helping others.” He said, stretching more on the rock as the sea air and spray hit what bare skin he had. It relaxed him, reminding him of the shores of his realm. A smile crept onto his face, showing how comfortable he was. Though, when her hand went to his scars, he smiled and shook his head lightly. “No, they don’t hurt at all. Actually...it’s quite pleasurable when they feed. It’s how I feel when people eat my baked goods. I may not be able to eat the cookies or the cakes, but I can at least feel how they feel in a way.” Placing his cheek into his hand when he rested his elbow on the rock, he placed his hand on hers to let her press her full palm and fingers to the marred skin. “Don’t worry. I’ll be alright. I may not have my wings but I still have my magic and glamour. People don’t see what you see, and I like it that way.” As she mentioned what cake they might want, he took his hand from hers and tapped his fingertips against his lips. Hm... As if a lightbulb went off in his head, he sat up a bit more and smiled brightly to her. “I can make you a Black Ginger and Smoked Dulse Molasses cake! I’ve made it before for some of the more sea-fairing Fae back home. It’s seaweed but it’ll have a slight ginger kick with some intense flavor of molasses. I’ll even make a Kombu Kelp frosting to add to the flavor of the Dulse.”