If y’all use a decent box mix and use melted butter instead of vegetable oil, an extra egg, and milk instead of water, no one can tell the difference. I sure as hell can’t.
Also, if you add a little almond extract to vanilla cake, or a little coffee to chocolate cake, it sends it through the roof.
This concludes me attempting to be helpful.
yo I can vouch for this I’ve done this for the last few cakes I’ve made and holy crap it makes suuuuch a difference the cake is still fluffy, but it also seems more dense, and it doesn’t dry out like at all you can leave it uncovered on the counter all day after being cut into, and it won’t get all crusty and dry this is an amazing way to take your cakes to the next level
So because I have like, zero impulse control (and I needed an excuse to procrastinate) here is a list of Lokis rated by chocolate bars:
1) OG Loki from “Thor”, a sweet boy who means well, even if his methods leave something to be desired; gave birth to the “Disney Prince Loki” images. Will take you out on a magic carpet ride.
Extra Creamy? More like “Extra Dreamy”, am I right?
2) Avengers Loki: This Loki went through the deep end and came back a total edgelord. Uses very crass language even though I’m sure Frigga taught him better. Bitter AF.
3) Dark World Loki: Claims he doesn’t give a shit, when he clearly cares too much (you are not my mother my ass). Slightly less bitter than Avengers Loki, but still a sarcastic little shit who is salty about everything and makes sure you know it.
4) A spicy boi. May or may not have slept his way up the Sakaarian ladder. Finally got to be king, only to spend his time in comfy PJs and go through his issues via theater honestly #same
Bonus Round!
Extra Lokis:
1) Blue Loki. Starting his descent into bitter chocolate territory.
2)Slightly crispy. AKA WHAT HAPPENDED AFTER HE FELL MARVEL?!?!?!
3) That cape. ‘Nough said.
feel free to add more lokis
I have no idea why this post is possible but it’s peak Loki meta and exudes chaotic energy
You know, I’m 1500 years old. I’ve killed twice as many enemies as that. And every one of them would have rather killed me than not succeeded. I’m only alive because fate wants me alive. Thanos is just the latest of a long line of bastards, and he’ll be the latest to feel my vengeance – fate wills it so.
After Wade rescued Peter from going over the falls (so stupid, my goodness), the dragon deposited him right back at the campsite, shaking himself dramatically to get rid of all the water, and basically flinging Peter off his back in the process.
“Ow!” Peter hit the ground with a thump. “You didn’t have to throw me!”
I’m not a horse, you can’t ride me. Came the deep voice in his mind, the dragon’s only way of communicating.
“Right.” He brushed the dirt off gingerly. “Well for what it’s worth, thank you for saving me.”
Don’t like my food soggy. The dragon opened a mouthful of teeth and Peter was screaming before he could stop himself.
Shut up! If it was possible, it sounded like the dragon was laughing at him. I was joking. You don’t have an ounce of fat on you, i bet youd be stringy and get stuck in my teeth.
“Har Har.” Peter rolled his eyes and went searching through his pack for new clothes. “I doubt even dragon shifters eat people.”
I would if they were tasty enough. Wade huffed a breath at Peter. Why dont you scent like a shifter.
“Because I’m not a shifter.” Peter shrugged out of his shirt, frowning when the dragon huffed at him again. “Stop breathing on me, your breath is rank. And I told you before that I wasn’t a shifter.”
Why not?
“I just can’t shift.”
Why not?
“Hey, you know for an ancient dragon that’s been hiding in the woods for a while you’re awful pushy. I thought hermits didn’t like to talk.”
You think I’m ancient?
“No one’s seen a dragon in centuries.” Peter pointed out, giving a suspicious glance towards the dragon shifter before ducking behind a tree to change his pants. “And there isn’t a record of a dragon shifter being born for centuries before that.”
Your records are wrong, then.
“Well, how old are you then?”
I saw thirty winters by the time the Great War destroyed the valley. Its how I got my scars, what forced me into my shift. How many winters has it been since then?
Peter came around the tree, the dragon growling nervously when he saw the pity in the human’s eyes.
“The Great War was over three hundred years ago.” Peter said slowly. “That’s when you were forced into your shift? You’ve never been able to break it?”
You’re wrong.
“I’m not wrong.” Peter stepped closer, a hand held out in comfort when the dragon tried to shy away. “I’m not wrong. The Great War was over three hundred years ago. Have you been– have you been hiding this entire time?”
I’ve been trapped like this for three hundred years?
The dragon took a step back, then another, and then his wings unfurled and with a blast that sent Peter tumbling to the ground, he was airborne, and then gone.
For the first time in years, Peter didn’t mourn the fact that he couldn’t shift. Right now, he mourned the pain of a man lost in his shift, trapped in his animal half, hiding away from a world that didn’t even know he existed.
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