lotus flower petal

Percy Jackson Lotus Flower Cookies

Yields 2 dozen cookies

The things you’ll need

  • 1 teaspoon kosher salt
  • 3 ½ cups flour
  • 1 ½ cup vegan butter
  • 1 cup powdered sugar
  • 2 teaspoons vanilla extract
  • 2 teaspoons rose water
  • Large mixing bowl
  • Medium mixing bowl
  • Hand mixer with attachments
  • Whisk
  • Baking sheet lined with parchment paper
  • 2-inch circle cookie cutter
  • Plastic wrap
  • Pink vegan frosting in a decorating bag fitted with a #366 tip

Let’s get started!

  1. Preheat oven to 325°F.
  2. In a medium bowl whisk together flour and salt.
  3. In large bowl, beat butter and powdered sugar until light and fluffy. Add vanilla extract and rose water.
  4. Add the dry ingredients and mix on low until well combined.
  5. Divide dough into two halves and then wrap each half in plastic wrap. Stick them in the fridge to chill.
  6. Roll out dough to about ¼ an inch thick and then use a cookie cutter to cut circles. Place the circles onto a lined baking sheet and then bake for 12 minutes.

Time to decorate!

  1. Use a #366 leaf tip to pipe pink frosting onto each cookie in a lotus flower design.Start with larger petals on the outside and work your way to the center, making the petals smaller as you go.
  2. TaDa! If you feed these Percy Jackson lotus cookies to your guests, they’ll never want to leave!

Lotus flower in pond by Patrick Foto ;)
Via Flickr:
Pink lotus flower in pond

A Different Path

Platonic MukuTsuna for @cywscross. This one-shot is AU and takes place Pre-Varia Arc.

The bird abruptly twisted its neck with strange avian-flexibility, switching its beady-eyed stare to its right eye. Tsuna took a careful breath until his lungs ached, held it, and exhaled slowly.

“Hello, Rokudo Mukuro,” Tsuna said, hoping he didn’t look or sound as frightened as he felt. Reborn would’ve told him he had nothing to be scared of; but Tsuna had the strangest feeling he was in an illusion – Mukuro’s domain. This was mainly because they were in his bedroom, instead of the classroom he’d been dozing in a few seconds ago. Since that fight, he hadn’t been able to use (what Reborn called) his Hyper Dying Will mode, so Tsuna thought it was only right for him to feel a healthy dose of fear. “Is there something I can do for you?”

He asked that because it seemed anyone who talked to him these days wanted something from him (or something he could do for them), and because he doubted asking after Mukuro’s wellbeing would get a good reaction from the illusionist. If there was anything he’d learned from Reborn, it was how to ask questions that wouldn’t get him hurt. There were other things, of course, but acting the way a Mafia boss was supposed to while under an illusion probably wasn’t a good idea. (Self-preservation and following one’s instincts was another thing Reborn had tried to beat into his head, so Tsuna thought his current actions would be considered acceptable by his tutor’s ridiculously high standards.)

“As a matter of fact, Sawada Tsunayoshi,” the bird said in Mukuro’s voice without moving its beak, “there is.” A sudden gust of wind and a blizzard of flower petals – lotus petals, probably – forced Tsuna to close his eyes and bring his arms up protectively. When he cautiously lowered them, Mukuro was sitting on the windowsill with a creepy smile fixed on his face. Tsuna was relieved to note the illusionist wasn’t armed with a trident.

“And what… What might that be?”

“I won’t bore you with the details of what happened in the aftermath of our fight.” Mukuro waved a hand. “All you need to know is that my subordinates – Ken and Chikusa – were able to escape from the Vindice. They, along with a girl who is currently acting as my medium, will be arriving in Namimori shortly. I want you to place them under the protection of the Vongola Famiglia. In return, I will offer my services as your Mist Guardian.”

“Wait!” Tsuna’s brain was starting to hurt with the flood of information Mukuro was pelting at him. “Mist Guardian? What is that?” And after a few beats of further processing, he added, “And does that mean you’re still…still imprisoned by the Vindice, Mukuro?”  

Mukuro looked at Tsuna, unsmiling, with unblinking mismatched eyes. While Tsuna was getting better at receiving intimidating looks, the constant reminder of Mukuro’s power in the illusionist’s red eye was enough to make Tsuna obey the ingrained, instinctual desire to wilt in the face of confrontation.

“Your Arcobaleno hasn’t told you much, has he?” Mukuro mused, finally blinking and turning his attention to a poster on Tsuna’s wall. Tsuna wondered if Mukuro had broken into his room sometime before, or if the illusionist was drawing from his memories. It was almost like…Mukuro wanted him to be in a familiar place. “The Vongola Famiglia has a tradition – their Boss is supported and protected by six bodyguards, or Guardians, who, based on their personalities, are assigned titles derived from the weather. Of those titles, I believe the Mist Guardian suits me best as an illusionist. The information may be dated; I got it from Lancia.”

Tsuna mentally apologized to Lancia-san for not asking after him, and focused on the fact he was supposed to have bodyguards. “But I don’t want bodyguards! How would I even get them?”

Mukuro gave him an unimpressed look. “I thought your three friends are your Guardians; the skylark has the makings of a Cloud, and the ones Ken and Chikusa fought seemed very loyal to and protective of you. But if you aren’t aware of it, then your Arcobaleno must be subtly directing you to potential Guardians, or drawing them to you.”

“Hibari-san, Gokudera-kun, and Yamamoto…?” Tsuna whispered in confusion. Now that he thought about it, Oniisan, Lambo, and even Kyoko-chan and Haru were always getting involved in the Mafia trouble Reborn created. Not as much as Gokudera-kun and Yamamoto, but… He really, really hoped Kyoko-chan wasn’t going to wind up one of his so-called Guardians. Or Haru.

“Do we have a deal, Sawada Tsunayoshi?”

Tsuna knew less about what was happening than usual. But he was sure of two things: he was going to end up in another Mafia mess sooner rather than later, and that when it happened, he wanted Mukuro at his side. He honestly didn’t know how much power he had as the heir to the Vongola Famiglia, but since he was the only heir… “Yes. If you become my Mist Guardian, I’ll make sure your friends are placed under my protection.”  

“Then so be it,” Mukuro said with a smile. “Do give Chrome the Ring, when it comes into your possession.”

Before Tsuna could ask, “Who is Chrome?” and “What ring?” another surge of wind and lotus petals interrupted him. When he opened his eyes again, he was back in Namimori Middle, listening to Takeda-sensei drone on about Algebra.

He really needed to figure out what was going on. Maybe this time, he wouldn’t be clueless when he got caught up in the next Mafia mess.