Just a short while before Easter I mentioned to my friend that I had "fallen victim to a fresh sticky bun the size of a baby's head." (It was absolutely delicious, for the record.)
She said how that put her in mind of a bun coming after me with "at least fangs, possibly brass knuckles, maybe even a knife. Those cinnamon buns are a hot tempered bunch."
So here are a few sketches for her. I can't decide which to go with, so if she has a preference, that'll be the one.
(click on image to view larger, of course)
I am particularly enjoying the gold bling walnuts on the fully-decked out bun here on the bottom.