#burning perfomance

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[Bard & Beasts] Random Headcanons/Lore

Random headcanons that may or may not be true in the Beast Cookies x Bard! Reader AU

Bard Cookie (aka Reader) met the Beasts in the same order of Beast Yeast as a parallel from past to present; Mystic Flour to Burning Spice to Shadow Milk etc.

The main reason you caught the Beasts' attention was because of your perfomances, mainly you personally making songs of their feats as a way to have their names be recognized and praised, to give back something for their efforts

Well, that and you never seeming to want anything from them other than their company and a listening ear

You liked to give Mystic Flour soothing melodies for ambience to calm her hidden nerves from the many wishers knocking on her door

You liked to visit Burning Spice when you want to experiment new ways in making music or to simply be wild and as loud as you can; he enjoys the fact that you always come up with something new

You liked to sneak into Shadow Milk's study to help organize his papers, making a fun rhythm game out of it by using the items around you for instruments (pencils as drumsticks, heavy books as solid drums–)

You and Eternal Sugar duet the most, building off of each other's tunes until you've made a merry little song that the cookies love to dance to

Silent Salt was a good listener who liked hearing you sing rather than perform, you go to them to wind down, humming idly or singing softly under your breath

The Beasts knew you would one day begin to grow stale and wanted you to join them in immortality

[siddyyyyyyyy]

Past Careers

pairing: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne (seperate) summary: They find about your past career as a dancer. warnings: fem!reader, slightly suggestive theme, (fluff), no y/n used a/n: sorry about my inactiveness again, my apartment almost burned down last night, but at least i got two weeks off! sorry about any errors, enjoy!

⁛ DICK GRAYSON

It was a total accident. He trusts you as a teammate and coworker in the vigilante field, but something about snooping in your files and digital footprint was so intriguing to him. You tend to keep to yourself most of the time, ignoring his playful remarks, and more or less funny quips. He doesn‘t know much about you, and he won‘t ask personal questions since he should learn to mind his business (that‘s what you told him). Despite his dying need to get to know you better, he won‘t let himself look into your life or vigilante career more closely.

Still, that‘s clearly not what happened this night at patrol. Once he got his hands on his device, he couldn‘t help himself and searched you up. Or rather, your files and somehow got his hands on your birth certificate, which made him learn your real name.

Without further waiting and a lot of guilty doubts, he searched and looked up stuff with your real name. Dick found himself a comfortable spot by a fire escape, sitting at one of the stairs with a his tablet in his hands. The bright screen illuminated his face, his eyes intently studying the images before him, under his mask. His eyebrows shot up once he discovers a video, the caption being ‘Dirty Dancing in [ ] Club. Fire Show!‘. Of course he had to click on it, even if it was a possible scam, or something completely unrelated to you.

A typical jazz tune comes form the small speakers of his tablet, the camera being directed at the stage. The lights are low, creating a cozy atmosphere around the supposed club.

The spotlight focuses on the woman stepping on the stage, her steps confident, yet secretive. Her steps are in sync to the Jazz band, as she slowly removes her fluffy coat, teasing the crowd with her movements. Even Dick has to shift on the fireescape, keeping his attention to the video.

There‘s no way this is his actual coworker, who he sees almost every night on patrol. Clearing his throat, he continues to thoroughly study the video.

The dancer surprises the crowd once she throws her coat away to the side, the poor speakers of his tablet almost explode as the audience cheers and whistles, making him lower the volume. Now, you pose for the audience, your outfit not just revealing, but also gorgeous. It sparkles in the spotlight, hugging your curves perfectly and leaving little to imagination.

Dick feels his brain short-circuting for a second, having to process what he sees before him.

»I hated that song.«

He flinches, almost throwing his tablet away as he yelps from the sudden voice beside him. You keep your eyes on Nightwing, staying leaned against the railing of the fire escape.

»Oh, hey… fancy seeing you. I was just—« He visibly pauses and looks back down at his tablet before meeting your eyes again. »That‘s you?«

Finally, with a soft sigh, you nod and expect any kind of reaction from him. Either disgust, disappointment, confusion, but definitely not fascination.

He starts to give you a thorough review of your perfomance, although it mostly consists of compliments and questions, such as ‘Why did you never tell me?‘, or ‘How long? Can you tell me more?‘. You were in for a ride.

But he sure knows he found another thing he likes about you, except your skills in combat and ability to keep calm in almost every situation.

⁛ JASON TODD

He wasn‘t one to pry or be curious about ones personal life, especially when it comes to other vigilantes around his area. Sure, he tends to do check ups and make sure nothing is falling apart, but that‘s the most he does. Besides, you are one of the few he trusts the most about work. You both team up on missions, or patrol together regularly, and also have a similar kind of humor. Jason is glad you don‘t ask for more and also tend to be more private about other stuff, besides work.

It‘s not until one evening, he takes up on a usual research about another case, before he stumbles upon suspicious looking files. Surely, a small distraction won‘t hurt. He clicks on it, getting sent to another site with several files, which he soon learns, are personal information about certain vigilantes. He found the source of the current problem, but now he is growing curious as well.

Your vigilante name is on this list, and he wouldn‘t want your identity to be leaked so carelessly. Finally, he clicks on it and finds himself reading through important and sensitive information about you. Your name, address, family— hell, even your career choice before this.

He can‘t help himself, but look through it and eventually check on your past careers. The first few were normal, a waitress, barista, even working at walmart, but ‘professional dancer‘ wasn‘t what he was expecting. Luckily, there are a few videos attached.

Jason‘s hand almost crushes his mouse at the table as he takes in the rather seductive, yet slow movements of your body in that revealing outfit. After a minute in, he pauses the video and stands off his chair to pace a few circles around his room.

Eventually, he sits back on his chair and makes sure to get rid of all these accessible information, protecting your identity and others.

There‘s no way he‘ll approach this subject with you. Unless he is drunk, or completely sleep deprived, which makes his brain and mouth go loose. But surely, none of these will happen soon enough.

⁛ BRUCE WAYNE

He was simply making sure you are a trust worthy person, like he did with every other vigilante he knows and works with. It helped him prevent accidents happen, and keep himself safer that way.

As he reades over your files, he‘s gathered nothing much but your harmless appearance and rather normal life— compared to most others. He didn‘t consider looking into your past careers, until his growing curiousity got the better out of him. The list was rather short, just a couple average jobs most people did at least once in their lifetime, until the last one made him blink a few times.

‘Professional dancer‘?

Sure, it‘s nothing bad, or negative, but it still made him question it more than the others. What kind of dancing did you do? Soon enough, he found some clips of your perfomances across the internet. Some captions were questionable, but he still wanted to take a look at it.

There‘s was the quiet music playing from the speakers, he made sure to keep it low. It looked promising, it didn‘t look cheap, but it didn‘t look too professional either. The stage made it clear that the location was most likely at a bar. Bruce watches, the frown on his face almost faltering once you get on stage and start your perfomance. He shifts ever so lightly in his seat, keeping his eyes on his monitors while you give a rather… suggestive dance. Your moves are graceful and teasing, which make the crowd cheer louder each time you strike a new pose or move.

Alfred clears his throat from further afar, spooking Bruce the slightest bit. He pauses the clip and gets rid of the site, making sure to keep his calm demeanor.

»Master Bruce, I am unsure of… that clip, but I am here to inform you about Mister Freeze‘s new attack.«

Bruce nods his head and gets off his chair, his mind being occupied with everything other than whatever Mister Freeze has planned.

Luckily, he gets his head straight, focusing on his actual duties and makes sure to pointly ignore Alfred‘s questioning about the video. Of course, he will try to make you talk about your past dance career, as well as keep further images out of his mind.

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Just what they needed.

Tags: #IQloss #gaytostraight #fartkink #burpkink #musktfs

Ian, George, and Zachary were three of the few nerds left at the all-boys university in their county, where there seemed to be more and more dumb jocks and fewer young men with a functional brain.

History class had ended — the one class they genuinely enjoyed — and it was time for the thing they hated most: sports.

As they walked toward the field, they saw a group of athletes gathered, laughing at one of them performing the impressive feat of making fart sounds with his armpit. What surprised them was seeing Will, a former member of the debate club, laughing like an idiot with the group.

“At this rate, we’ll be the only ones from this generation to leave this lumberjack town.”

“No hands!” they heard Will shout before lifting a leg and letting out a loud fart

— PRIRRRRRRRRFT.

The other two friends nodded in disgust.

With a sigh, they pushed through the doors to the sports camp. They had never been athletic or into sports, and everyone knew it. They were easy targets during strength games and hated the sensation of sweat on their bodies, and stench in the locker room after the game was repulsive. They usted everything sports related.

Today, after another humiliating class, just as they were about to head to the locker room in defeat, the gym coach approached them and handed them some bottles with protein shakes.

“This is just what you need. It’ll help boost your perfomance. Drink it at night, and you’ll see; show those idiots what you’re made of!”

Confused but happy about the coach’s unusual kindness — since he usually acted like just another athlete — they headed to the locker room with the protein in hand, feeling slightly more positive as they endured the locker room’s infamous scent: sweat, men’s deodorant, and farts.

That night, the three friends drank their shakes, and just as the coach promised, the next day they woke up bursting with energy. So much energy, in fact, that they felt hyperactive, unable to concentrate even in history class — something they never thought would happen but all they wanted was to run and burn off all that restless energy.

Their ability on the field was undeniably better, from warm-ups to the game itself, where they suddenly seemed to understand football perfectly and even managed to score a few goals. The other jocks glanced at each other, and the three nerds hoped to see looks of surprise on them... but instead, the athletes exchanged knowing glances.

However, the excitement of their success quickly made them forget about it.

“I can’t believe all we needed was a protein shake!” Ian exclaimed.

They headed to the locker room, where the other athletes soon filled the air with their constant lack of deodorant and gas competitions, but this time they were so caught up in their enthusiastic conversation that they barely noticed.

“U guys think the coach will give us more?” George asked.

“There’s only one way to find out,” Zachary replied, leading his friends to the coach’s office.

PRRRFFFFRRRRT

They entered the coach’s office just as he was finishing letting out a loud fart, leg lifted from his seat at his desk.

“Oh, sorry, boys, you caught me at the right time,” he reacted, waving away the stench.

It was the first time they’d been in his ‘office,’ which looked more like a lazy teenager’s room: messy, trash on the floor, and the same locker room smell.

“How can someone like that be a teacher!?” they thought.

“Let me guess, you came for more,” he continued.

“Uh, yeah, we... We really improved today and were wondering if we could get some more...”

Smack!

The coach dropped three protein containers on the table.

“One for each of you. I promise that with one or two shakes a day for 15 days, you won’t even need it anymore, you’ll be masters.”

“That’s it? We don’t owe you anything?” George asked, surprised.

“What are you talking about! No!, can’t a coach care about his students?” he said, pulling them into a sweaty, musky hug.

“Oh, thank you!”

“Really, thanks, Coach!”

“You’re the best!”

The three friends left, thrilled, and as soon as they got home, they almost immediately drank their shakes. The next morning, they thought one more shake to kickstart the day wouldn’t hurt.

Their energy during class was even more hyperactive than the day before — every lesson felt unbearable. They didn’t take notes or pay attention; they just wanted to run across the field and burn off the excess energy.

When sports time came, they practically sprinted to the field and delivered an incredible performance, which they knew was outstanding. Completely sweaty, they walked to the locker room, each feeling an odd discomfort in their stomachs, but they ignored it.

This time, they didn’t even notice the smell, and they didn’t realize they were practically part of it with their sweaty bodies blending into the odor.

“It was amazing,” Ian said. “Zach ran faster than I’ve ever seen, passed me the ball, I sent it to George, and with a header—GO-OOOOURRRP!”

As he tried to shout "goal," that strange feeling in his stomach finally manifested as a loud, forceful burp. Ian blushed, caught off guard.

“Eeeeeh!”

“Nice one!”

A few athletes cheered from a distance.

“Ian! That’s disgu—agh!” George grimaced as a sudden pain struck his stomach, clutching his abdomen.

“You okay?” Zach asked, concerned.

The pain faded, and George sighed in relief, but as his body relaxed... PPPPPPFFFFFFFT!

He unleashed a loud, rumbling fart that echoed through the locker room, earning just as much celebration from the other athletes. The stench soon reached his nose—and his friends’—and embarrassment flooded his face.

A bit curious about the reaction and partly wanting to make George feel less embarrassed, Zach squinted one eye, gave a slight push, and let out a satisfying:

“PRRRFFFFRRRRT!”

"Ahhhhh" he even said at the end.

The fart reverberated throughout the locker room, and the jocks roared with laughter, clapping like fools. The three friends looked at each other and couldn’t help but laugh too—maybe it was kind of funny after all...

As the days went by—and the protein shakes too —their concentration in class worsened. Not only did their interest decreased, but their understanding of the lessons also slipped away. Subjects that once seemed simple and addictive became increasingly dull and tedious.

On the other hand, their performance on the field wasn’t the only thing that improved; their passion for it grew too. The game became all they thought about.

Their hygiene, however, took a nosedive. Deodorant became an afterthought, and the once-offensive stink of the men’s locker room no longer bothered them—because now they were part to the odor with constant farts and belches. Without realizing it, they had become part of Will’s group—the group who laughed at armpit farts and, well, just farts in general.

That day, the team decided to host a grand gas competition, and the new members of the team were eager to show their skills.

“ThEeEe cOONSTeEST IS ARR-ABOUT TO START!” announced the team captain, speaking entirely in burps.

One by one, rows of sculpted faces stepped forward to belch loudly with exaggerated expressions, while perfect, rounded butts packed in tight athletic shorts deflated with long, pungent farts.

The three friends now laughed and celebrated those actions, feeling comfortable and happy there. And soon, it was their turn.

Ian stepped forward with a confident grin, pounded his chest, and let out an exaggerated:

“OOOOUAAAAAARRRRRRP!”

His long burp rumbled through the locker room, immediately sparking a wave of celebratory noises. Motivated by the reaction, he pretended to catch the burp with his fist, shove it back into his mouth, and then lifted one leg:

“PRRRFFFFTFFFRRRRRRRFF!”

A fart erupted, filling the room with a rancid taco smell—maybe gone bad tacos.

“Whew! That one was spicy, bro!” George laughed with a dopey chuckle. “My turn!”

The once-intellectual George stepped up confidently, unleashing a long, loud burp, tapping his throat to create varied sounds:

“UU-UR-UUHRP-URP-URR-UARP!”

The divided burp, made up of several smaller belches, had the entire team laughing even harder. Not missing the chance, Zach stood next to him and pretended to “eat” the burps, then immediately lifted his leg and...

“PRRRFT - PRRFT - PRRFT...”

A series of short, rapid-fire farts burst from Zach’s rear in perfect sync with George’s finishing burps—a coordination worth studying... at least in their minds.

“UUUORRRP - PFFFFT - OUURRRP - PRIRRFIFR...”

The three friends laughed, unaware that with each fart and burp, they weren’t just expelling gas and odor, but also shedding the remnants of their personalities. Their dreams of studying away from town and becoming successful artists faded, along with their passion for art. Now, the game was their only focus... Oh, and girls. Zach and George’s homosexuality was sended away if it had never existed. Zach forgot about his long-standing crush on his no-longer-brilliant friend George and now saw him only as a buddy, a bro. George forgot how attracted he had been to all those jocks with perfect bodies—even though he always denied it, he would never admit feeling atracción for guys so gross and dumb, but now he knew thats how a man should be—dirty, gross... and definitely not attracted to other men. All those filthy athletes were nothing more than His friends, His bros, and that was all he wanted them to be.

A month had passed, and protein shakes were a thing of the past—they didn’t need them anymore. They had energy to spare, rarely attending classes, preferring to hang out on the field with the other athletes.

Ian, Zachary, and George had practically become entirely new people. There was no trace of the nerds they used to be—not only had their minds changed and their IQs plummeted, but their bodies had transformed too, now sculpted and athletic from countless hours of playing.

“PRRRFFFFRRRRTFTT!”

Zach let out a massive fart while sitting in a manspreading position with his friends.

“Well?” he asked.

The coach watched from the field as the new athletic, masculine, heterosexual, and dumb friends played a game of guessing what they had eaten based on the smell of their farts.

“Huh... KFC-style chicken,” George said in a much deeper and slower voice, while Ian just fanned the stench, laughing.

“KFC-style chicken!” Zach confirmed, grinning.

The coach smiled as he watched the three friends celebrate that ridiculous achievement, then crossed their names off a list. Proudly, he walked to the principal’s office and handed over the list.

“All done! Who’s next?”

The principal gave him a satisfied smile and handed over the next list.

“Perfect, Coach,” he said. “By the way, the literature teacher has been sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong—apparently worried about the "decrease on the academic performance around here". Maybe you should invite him for some shakes too?”

“Oh HAHA, love to hear that!” the coach replied. “You know, I think we could give some to every one of them; these boys need real men as their superiors, true role models.”

The man grinned.

“I’ll work on the list,” he said, and the coach walked cheerfully out of the office.

On his way out, he spotted a romantic couple—a two guys romantic couple. Without checking if they were on the list or not, he led them with lies straight to the field, knowing the principal would understand that some cases were priorities.

“Boys, give a warm welcome to the new members!” the coach called out, pushing the pair toward the bleachers where Zach, George, and Ian were waiting. The couple tried to resist, saying they never agreed to join the team, but the friends were already ready to welcome the newcomers properly, just as they knew:

The coach smiled and prepared two protein bottles for the new recruits.

It turned out, with the rising abandonment rates in town, the mayor had begun to worry about running out of men for labor—firewood production and farming were the town’s primary sources of income, and they couldn’t afford to lose them.

They realized that the academic ambitions of young men played a role: the more they wanted to succeed academically, the more likely they were to leave town. The more they worked their minds, the less they worked their bodies...

So the county’s all-boys school came up with a solution: the coach’s special formula.

The formula promised to enhance physical performance and interest while shifting aspirations to something simpler, easier... Well, maybe leaving them with no aspirations at all.

“This is just what we need!” the mayor had said.

It was settled—the coach began mass-producing the formula, distributing it to the coaches of the only other two colleges in town. It was working flawlessly—the town seemed to be filling with more dumb jocks and fewer young men with functioning brains. Just what they needed.

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Hey guys, sorry for taking so long to post, but I’ll make it up to you with this story—it's one of my longest ones so far. I promise the next story won’t take as long to arrive, but I want you to know that besides this blog, I also write other things that take higher priority, and I have a pretty demanding job—that’s why it takes me so long.

Without further ado, enjoy! ;)

[ensign-stan]

I TOLD YOU I TOLD YOU I TOLD YOUUUUU

SO FUCKING EXCITED ABOUT EUROVISION SONG LIST THIS YEAR

(this user has just watched non-binary musical pop-rap-opera The Code by Nemo and screams in delight)

thank you switzerland you are doing a service TO ALL

[with-my-calamitous-love]

trying to put it into words / shining just for you

osamu dazai x reader

thoughts about helping dazai change his bandages. for the yail series 🫧

inspired by mirrorball

he is always running back home to you.

well, not always running. most of the time, he’s in a cab after a night drinking alone. or, he’s walking through the dimly lit streets of yokohama, something he can do as a man. simply put, he’s always returning to you.

he only gets an hour or two of sunshine each day. but its fine by him, if it means he stays handcuffed to you. he adores that smile, and wonders why you go to such great lengths to even catch a glimpse of it- a genuine one, at that.

he’s used to the perfomances, to calling you his pretty baby and giving you kisses on the forehead. he’s used to wrapping his arms around your waist while you cook, whispering some filthy thing about double suicide while complimenting you’re new perfume. he smiles, jokes, and acts for the masquerade revellers around him. he’ll get you out on the floor, shimmering beautiful, all to hide the pain that resides beneath the surface.

and sometimes, you’ll watch even as his shattered, bloodied edges glisten. he’s smart, and calculated, and a good man- at least, thats what he wants people to think. when he breaks, its in a million pieces.

however, late on a hush night, when no one is around, you can catch a glimpse of his vulnerability.

“what happened to you!?” you scold, heaving him into the apartment. he can walk fine, but you need him in your arms to know he’s alive. blood stains your clothes and your floor, but mostly his wrists, soaking into the white gauze that covers his arms.

“i have a lot of enemies, bella.” he chuckles, hoping you didn’t see the way his eyes wince in pain when you examine his injuries closer. he’s either hazy from blood loss, or lightheaded from seeing you so worried. maybe both.

he’s hoping to avoid the inevitable. you’ll have to replace his bandages.

but he’s in too much pain to complain.

“samu.” you whisper, catching his attention. normally, he’d answer with a ‘yes, beautiful?’ or something flirty along those lines. but right now, he’s wounded, coming to you only half his weight.

you place a hand in his cheek. yes, the blood is bad. but the sadness in his eyes, the pure defeat, is so much worse.

“i’ll take care of you.” you say as you slowly begin to unravel the fabric.

he takes a deep breath, feeling the bloodied gauze peeling off from his skin. you’re about to see the labour, the locks and the pain he tries to keep hidden. he just wants to make you happy. and he worries this’ll do the opposite.

examining the injuries on his arm, you surmise a few stitches will do. but the multiple scars, faded with time and littering his skin, isn’t lost on you.

you tilt your head, lips quivering as you look at him. his eyes are looking downwards, head tilted avoiding your gaze. he’s trying to control his heartbeat like could do so easily in other intense situations. his hand squeezes yours tighter every passing minute.

he’s scared.

he ignores the sting of water and soap when you wash away the blood. he feels like the end is near, but he’s still on his tiptoes just wanting to shine for you and for everyone. he doesn’t want to be vulnerable. whether its a demon prodigy or a changed, good man, he’s afraid of being hurt.

but your touch calls off the circus and burns the disco down, gently handling his injury as you stitch it up. even when he’s still on that tightrope, still doing everything to keep you laughing at him, you stay. you stay for the charades and help him find himself afterwards.

he isn’t used to this.

but he won’t reject it.

dazai blinks staring at his injury, now tended too. he’ll have to let yosano check it in the morning, but for now, its enough.

he opens his mouth to make a joke about his near death experience. anything to avoid emotions, anything to keep you looking at him. he’s never been a natural. he just wants to try, try, and try.

but for once, he doesn’t feel like he needs to stay on that trapeze. with you, he can step down, and take a break from the show.

“thank you.” he whispers, hugging you with his good arm. “you saved my life.”

he makes sure to bury his face in your shoulder so you can’t see the pain, that true pain, etched on his face.

the calculations in his brain, the puzzles that told him vulnerability hurts you, didn’t add up to this. he showed you his weakness behind the circus show, and he was met with something else.

love. he concludes, feeling your arms hug him back.

“you scared me.” you sigh, kissing his cheek. “don’t do that again.”

he chuckles, and smiles. “no promises, belladonna.”

[forevergulag]

i dont know how people can see large organized groups of people perfoming a common task in a precise manner (e.g those chinese drummers from the olympics a while back) and think anything besides admiration and impression. if the us finance capitalists told them to they would start calling marching bands “cult-like” and burn down every college which has one

[loveburrowx]

Performance

Request - Y/N performs with her group and Joe is her biggest supporter

A/N - This is my first fluff story! Enjoy!

As the first note of the bass drum echoed through the cavernous arena, Y/N felt a surge of adrenaline course through her veins. She took a deep breath, steadying herself as she prepared to step out onto the center of the stage. This was it; the moment she had been training for her entire life. She was the main dancer and rapper in a group of four ladies, and tonight's performance was going to be one for the books. Little did she know, her boyfriend Joe was in the audience, about to witness the show of a lifetime.

Her heart raced as she glanced around at the sea of faces, the lights reflecting off of their eager expressions. She couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment wash over her as she took in the enormity of the moment. The group's choreographer had outdone herself with their latest routine; it was sexy, sultry, and full of energy. Y/N knew she was going to absolutely kill it tonight.

As the first verse of their latest single began, she stepped forward, moving her body in perfect synchronization with the music. The crowd erupted into cheers, and she felt a smile tug at the corners of her lips. This was what she was born to do; this was her purpose. And as she caught a glimpse of Joe's beaming face in the crowd, she knew that he felt it too. He was the reason she danced, the reason she rapped; he was her everything.

The choreography grew more complex as the song progressed, and Y/N found herself lost in the movement, lost in the music, lost in the moment. She felt a rush of adrenaline course through her veins as she executed a series of intricate dance moves, her body glistening under the stage lights. The audience was on their feet now, shouting and screaming, their energy feeding off of hers. She could feel her heart racing, but it only seemed to make her dance better.

The solo performance was finally upon her, and she took a deep breath, stepping forward once again. The music switched to a slow, seductive beat, and she began to unleash her inner siren. Her hips swayed, her body undulated, and her movements were both fluid and powerful. Every move was for Joe, every breath was for him. She could feel his eyes on her, burning into her skin, and it only made her dance with more passion, more fire.

As the final notes of the song faded away, she stood before the crowd, her chest heaving, her heart racing. The cheers were deafening, but all she could focus on was Joe's face, his beaming smile, and the way his eyes never left hers. In that moment, she knew that she had given him everything she had, and that he was proud of her. And in that moment, she realized that no matter what happened in the future, she would always have this memory; the memory of dancing for Joe, and the feeling of his love surrounding her like a warm, protective blanket.

The rest of the concert flew by in a blur of music, lights, and movement, but for Y/N, it was as if she were still standing alone on that stage, her heart beating in time with Joe's. Even as she shared the spotlight with her fellow group members, she couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment and peace wash over her. This was where she belonged; with them, and with Joe.

The final encore came and went, and as the crowd began to file out of the arena, Y/N made her way backstage, her body aching from the exertion of the performance but her heart full to bursting with joy. She found Joe waiting for her, a huge grin on his face, and she couldn't help but laugh as she collapsed into his arms, feeling the warmth of his body and the strength of his embrace.

"I knew you were going to be amazing," he whispered into her ear, nibbling gently on her lobe. "You are incredible, you know that?"

Y/N leaned back, looking up into his eyes. "I couldn't have done it without you," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're my everything, Joe."

He smiled down at her, his eyes shining with love and admiration. "And you're mine," he said, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "Always."

And as they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, they knew that no matter what the future held, they would always have this moment; this memory of the night they danced together, their love burning bright on the stage.

The afterparty was a blur of music, laughter, and champagne, but for Y/N and Joe, it was a quiet oasis where they could escape the chaos and revel in their own little world. They danced together, slow and sensual, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. They ate and drank, savoring every bite and every sip, knowing that it was a celebration of not only their success, but their love.

As the night wore on, they found a quiet corner of the room and collapsed onto a plush couch. Y/N nestled herself into Joe's side, feeling the warmth of his body against her own. He ran his fingers through her hair, tugging gently on the ends as he watched her, his eyes filled with tenderness.

"I love you so much," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the music.

He smiled down at her, his expression softening. "I love you more." And even though she knew it was impossible, she felt her heart swell with happiness at the thought.

They spent the rest of the night like that, lost in each other's company, lost in the moment. As the sun began to rise, signaling the end of the party and the beginning of a new day, they knew that they had created a memory that would last a lifetime; a memory of love, of passion, of two souls intertwined forever.

Hand in hand, they made their way through the crowds of revelers, stepping out into the cool morning air. The city lay before them, still asleep but bustling with life, and for a moment, they stood there, taking it all in. Y/N leaned into Joe, her head resting on his shoulder, and she felt the warmth of his body, the beat of his heart, and she knew that she was exactly where she was supposed to be.

As they started to walk, their fingers laced together, she glanced up at him, her eyes shining with love. "Where to now, handsome?" she asked with a grin.

He smiled down at her, his gaze never leaving hers. "Well," he said, "I was thinking we could grab some breakfast, maybe take a walk along the beach...?"

She laughed, her head tilting to the side. "Sounds perfect," she replied, squeezing his hand. "Just you and me, huh?"

He nodded, a fond smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Just us," he said. "Always." And in that moment, as they walked together through the city, their future stretching out before them like a blank canvas, they knew that no matter what challenges they faced or how the world might change, they would always have each other. They would always have this love.

[tizeline]

The Sep AU is super interesting, like it grabbed my brain and does not want to let go-

I find it interesting how from the Drax Trios innitial perspective everything Donnie is just justifies their opinion more-

Donnies dark aesthetic, murderous humor, dangerous machines, deadpan attitude and lack of liking of magic combined with his alleged backstory and being friends with a human? U could really argue he got indoctrinated into being a villainous mad scientist or smth. They don't know that that's just him, Donnie TM. I can absolutely see them being worried that "Long lost brother" got brainwashed so badly and how annoying that could be for Donnie himself lol

I'm also curious on Donnies relationship with Splinter. Is it better than in canon or similar to Canon or worse? Since in Canon Donnie is craving parental approval, does he still here?

Thank u for (potentially) answering :)

First of all, "Drax Trio", thank you, I needed an easier way to refer to specifically Raph, Leo and Mikey in this AU so I'm gonna steal that

Second, yeah, Donnie acting like a cartoon villain is really just cementing the Drax Trio's idea that he's been corrupted by humans. You know Draxum's villain song in the show? I can totally see Donnie putting on a perfomance like that XD Speaking of Draxum, to be fair he's very alike Donnie in the way that he's fully embracing the whole Evil Scientist aesthetic, but in that case his sons would just excuse it with "oh haha dad's just a bit silly goofy don't worry about it it's not like he's actually evil!"

Anyway, you know how Mikey basically forced Draxum into having a redemtion arc in the show? He'd try to do the same with Donnie in this AU. I've been thinking about this for a while so I'm defintiely gonna draw it, but he's constantly going full Dr. Feelings mode trying to teach Donnie how to be a "good person" and such and Donnie finds it INCREDIBLY annoying!

And Splinter! Being a single parent taking care of a child who was created to be a super soldier while living in the sewers is HARD, but not nearly as hard as taking care four of them at the same time under the same conditions. So while Splinter is still dealing with depression and burn out in this AU, he's doing better than what he is in canon. For years Splinter and Donnie would literally only have each other, so they'd end up growing closer as a result. That being said, because Donnie didn't have any siblings to spend time with, he'd end up demanding a lot more attention from Splinter. Which he didn't always recieve, because his dad is still very much dealing with a lot of emotional baggage. To summarize, Splinter is still a flawed parent, but he's not terrible by any means, he and Donnie are close, but Donnie is also a lot more lonely (especially before meeting April).

[vaxolang]

I will burn all my paintings on February 7, 2024.

[grossdyke]

wait i was stalking your tags and… maryjames? i have never ever seen them before and while i don’t see it yet, im happy to be convinced. care to share your thesis?

maryjames !!!!!! they’re so deeply special to me 🤍

i have two fics about them!! i’m never gonna know you now which is canon compliant & just letters from james to mary between 1980-1981 & oh, how love grows which features girl&boy best friends mary & james who are both trying to woo lily in the first chapter, and emmaryjames in the second chapter !!

lowkey they’re just my boring little ship.. <3 there’s nothing spectacular about them and that’s exactly why i love them. it’s the kind of love that takes time, best friends to lovers, worlds longest slow burn, as in james enters a whole marriage with lily before he figures out how he feels for mary lol because james was always obsessed with the kind of love story that’s supposed to knock you off your feet !!! which is what he’s been projecting onto lily since the first day she met and they got off on the wrong foot. it gave him tunnel vision !!! he never knew what he had !!!!!! and for mary, it’s all about the girl on girl jealousy :/ always living in lily’s shadow, never being as interesting, resenting her for not wanting james and resenting herself for not being a girls girl, all the girly teenagey angst about never being anyones number 1.

they’re all about bad timing and long loooong slow burn, and in canon verse they never even get together and instead it’s just too late realisations and missed opportunities lol.. think of the book/series/film one day, early 2000s tv couples (mainly seth & summer from the oc or dylan & evie from lovesick), etc etc etc .. 🤍🤍 <- they’re genuinely inspired by like. early 2000s media in general

and once they’re together, not in canon, it’s just easy. it’s not overwhelming or a perfomence or a competition or proving anything. it’s just as easy as it’s always been, only better. best friends but with kissing and sex. comfort !!!! being content !!! every piece falling into place :~) the kind of love where it just feels god and isn’t complicated and confusing:))

[siddyyyyyyyy]

Irresistible

Rockstar!Jason Todd x Rockstar!Reader

summary: Your band is headlining for the next summer festival tour, but sadly, your rival band gets to perform in the same festivals as you. The fans are ecstatic, they get to see two popular bands in several festivals, and potentially get to witness more drama between these two rival bands. But will it actually be as entertaining as your fans expect it to be? wc: 1.7 K warnings: (slow burn), rivals to lovers, no y/n used, Jason is a smug ass a/n: i don't know what to say, but the next part will come out some time, have patience with me🙏🙏

⟨PROLOGUE⟩-⟨PART ONE⟩-⟨NEXT⟩

The words flow easily off your tongue as you perform in front of the huge crowd, focusing partly on your perfomance and singing, wanting to give the people your best. You lean your back against the back of your guitarist, moving your shoulders lightly along to the rhythm, as he plays his solo. The crowd cheers whenever you point the mic to the crowd, loudly singing along the lyrics. It‘s a refreshing feeling, getting to perform in front of thousands again, feeling the enthusiastic festival air around. The sun strikes everyone with a light glow, giving added warmth, and making you sweat. Some beers fly around the crowd, as you wink at crowd surfers, and get to out-do your rival band, who performed earlier on the same festival.

You forgot who started the rivality in the first place. There was an underlying tension between you two from the beginning, until someone finally had the nerves to speak up about it, and properly start the back and forth bullying. Just like today, you use the small break before the next song to entertain the crowd.

»Oh, and Jason, if you are watching… make sure to lock your girlfriends away tonight,« you smile cheekily before the lights go out, giving you time to prepare for the next song.

Jason huffs out lightly as he watches further away at the back of the sea of people, the huge crowd seeming amused and excited, much to his dismay. Despite his light jealousy, he still feels the strong urge to continue watching your whole perfomance. It‘s almost pathetic, but he always manages to make up new excuses to watch your band play live. Especially on festivals. It‘s not like he has anything else to do, this is just another typical festival tour.

The next song pulls Jason out of his contemplative stare, straightening up a bit. His back is starting to kill him, but he refuses to leave, searching for anything he can critizise you for in the next interview. Much to his luck, your band plays the last few songs before finally wrapping it up, throwing drum-sticks and guitar picks into the crowd before leaving back stage.

You get rid of your earpiece once you step off the big stage, walking down the few steps until you are back on the solid ground, near the tour buses and wagons, where some bands spend a night in or get ready for their show. Just like every other music artist, you want to get back to your own tour bus, take a quick shower, eat a hearty meal before passing out in your small bunk bed.

»Hey, ‘Obsessed Freaks‘… Great show, back there. Could‘ve been shorter, though.«

Of course, that agitating voice comes right around the corner to bother you and your bandmates before your deserving break. With an calming sigh, you face Jason before addressing him as well.

»We were headlining tonight, of course our show would be longer than yours.«

The broody man before you frowns lightly, brows knitting together more than they already are. Judging from his brief silence, it seems you hit a nerve.

»At least we had more people on our show. Can‘t imagine that on one of yours happening.«

You glance at your band mates who slightly behind you, giving them a scetpical look. They share your opinion, giving desinterested and tired looks back at Jason, who won‘t leave his position, too stubborn to admit defeat yet.

Suddenly, a hurried reporter with his packed camera man jog up to your band, camera rolling, while the reporter talks some information into his mic, glancing back to the camera every now and then. You don‘t know why he could possibly in such a hurry to interview any of you, but it feels like he just wants to get a clip of Jason and you, just to get more viewers in return.

»Legendary ‘Obsessed Freaks‘ with… Jason Todd? Looks like I caught them in the heat of the moment!« The scrawny reporter has his wide eyes trained on you, pushing his mic into your way, »Tell us what happened, did I interrupt something?«

Obviously, he tries to be clueless and get you to spit everything out for him, but you know better than to fall for his little trap.

Before you could subtly insult him, Jason leans in close to your ear, making sure nothing gets picked up by the large mic of the reporter.

»See ya on the next festival, smartass.«

His breath briefly tickles your skin, making you feel disgusted about yourself, before he leaves the scene with his head down, a light smirk gracing his face.

The camera catches the way he walks away before panning back to your tense expression, eyes following him for a few seconds. Finally, the reporter tries again, fixing his glasses on the bridge of his nose, his eyes looking abnormally big from his thick lenses.

»So, what happened?«

»Nothing... nothing to be worried about...« You exhale softly, giving him a softer expression instead. Despite his eager curiousness and slight persuasive nature, you can‘t help but stay polite, if not friendly to him.

You and your band manage to answer some of his questions with patience, before the reporter finally gets off your back after gathering useless information.

◖

By the time you woke up and made your way to the next festival in a different state, you manage to finally find some time for your phone, scrolling through different social medias. It‘s the usual package of weird memes, mostly ones you don‘t understand because they are too ‘new‘. You take a mental note to ask your drummer what some of those mean, since he seems to be on his phone all the time, even during recording sessions. As you scroll through another social media platform, that‘s known for its short video content, you catch yourself chocking on air. Nyomi, who‘s been peacefully sitting next to you on the bus ride, flinches and gently pats your back, trying to make stop coughing.

»Dude, are you okay?«

You violently shake your head at her question, gradually regaining your breath again. She keeps her concerned gaze on you, also being the slightest bit amused at the sudden coughing fit. With a pained groan, you shove your phone into her hands, the edit playing from the beginning.

It starts with a clip as an intro, it displaying how Jason leans into your ear, whispering something before walking off smugly. The clip has a smooth transition into an edit of no one other than Jason, various clips of him playing on bass and singing, before there are different clips of you. Nyomi‘s eyes flick back up to you, unsure if she should be amused or disgusted. She is well aware of the rivalry between you and the other front singer, and the caption of the thirst video doesn‘t make it better.

"Can‘t deny how hot they look together."

Judging by your physical rejection, she decides not to make fun of you, for now. »I‘d rather choke on air too, instead of getting shipped with him.«

It‘s one of the ways she tries to reassure you, and it‘s not working particularly great at the moment. You shoot her a rather concerned look, mixed with a hint of confusion.

»Why are internet people like this?«

This time, Nyomi doesn‘t feel guilty to laugh. She shrugs in response, leaning back into her seat, not being as worried about it.

»Just make sure not to check the comments.«

You tilt your head at her warning, growing more cautious and slightly anxious.

»What? Why, what‘s up there?« You see her shrug her shoulders, turning her attention back to her book instead. After not getting a response, you settle on closing the app on your phone and listen to music for the rest of the ride.

During the ride, the music does little to distract your mind from your own thoughts, but it starts to get better once you get closer to the next location; hoping the next show won‘t include greedy interviewers who will do anything to sneak into the backstage area.

◖

Jason loves and hates the thrill before going on stage. He can hear the faint cheers and various voices from the crowd, his adrenaline pumping faster in his body the more he focuses on it. He already had one beer to soothe his nerves, but it never makes much of a difference anyway. His bandmates are the only possible way of distracting him from nervousness before walking up on stage.

The sun hits him, as well as the few colourful lights on stage, making his skin shine even more. Lyrics and notes seem to flow as easily as any other day, giving the crowd an energetic show. His fingers glide over the fred board of his bass-guitar, mostly focusing on controlling his voice.

Jason performs with purpose, and he lives for these moments. To show the world how important music is for him, and hoping it‘s just as important and helpful for other people. To perform music is an art form itself, and he would do anything to keep it alive and inspire other people, like his favourite bands did with him.

Of course, not everyone sees the art and soul he puts into his works, but it‘s not like he cares as much about it.

Articles call him selfless, insanely creative and experimental with his music, but you don't see it. It‘s not like his music sounds awful, it lacks the whole ‘creative and experimental‘ shtick. Not to say that your band is better or revolutionary, but it‘s clear how much the media likes to praise Jason‘s band, mostly due to his attractive surface.

Which is why the occasional edits make you grit your teeth and force yourself not to get mad. It‘s a shame, how easily fan edits start to get out of hand, ignoring the on-going rivarly between you two, just to put clips together and make insensitive comments about the both of you.

Despite social media, you continue to focus on your passion, ignoring everyone else around.

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[the-longest-day-of-my-life]

Do you think I'd like 24?

It has very aquired tastes! It can also be very triggering for some, it was hard to watch for me as a SA victim. If that freaks you, I can warn you about those scenes or any of the sort.

I love it, action with an emotional storyline and brilliant characters. A likeable asshole as a main character who will do anything for his family but isn't immune to emotion and has bad moments and doubts and anxiety over things. That's how I'd summarise Day (season) 1, Day 1 is really good. Totally seperate from the rest of the seasons. The rest of the seasons all tie in + hsve media you might want to watch/ play (With 24:The Game) but Day 1 obviously isn't held back by that and I love that!

Not that the other Days (but 6) are not good, because they are! Day 3 is fantastic and really delve into Jack as a character who struggles with things in his past.

I love Jack, he's so real for someone in his situation. (not to spoil too much) He's a hard-working man who just wants to keep his country, family and (few) friends safe and he will do ANYTHING for them. He's also human, something I dislike about later seasons is how robotic they make him, in Day 1. He struggles with the events of Day 1, he doesn't know how to cope and even tries to kill himself in Day 2. In Day 3, it gets ramped up to 11. Day 4-6 are... they need Day 1-3 to get.

Day 5 is an artistic masterpiece. Don't take my word for it, take the MULTIPLE EMMY'S the show got for Day 5. The opener of Day 5 is the most shocking thing you'll ever see. Over 17 million peope tuned in to watch it!

The soundtrack does wonders for the show, the track "Jack in the limo" from Day 1 ep 11 and "Alexis" throughout Day 1 are unironically on my playlist. Sean Callery also got awards for his work on the show.

So, to answer you question "Would I like 24?" it depends. It has similarities to Burn Notice but it's its own show. A truely wonderful time capsule of sorts. The camera work, direction and editing is all amazing. Pair that with the sountrack and the wonderful acting perfomances from major characters to minor one liners is incredible. The atmosphere on set has also been described as good!

(sorry that is long!)

[nightflyingtothemoon]

IDV Ship Kids Info

Here are some information about the ship kids.

Warning: Some of these might making no sense to the canon, but just consider the lore of an AU outcome.

FIRE PERFORMER

Name: Daniel ‘Danny’ Morton Marlin

Date of Birth: November 9th

Age: 21

Talents: Fire performance

Interests: Performing with props

Likes: Sweet corns,scent of confectionery

Dislikes: Accidents,fine prints,loud noise

Traits: Cautious,determined,family-oriented

Dish: Veggie scramble

(Short) Backstory:

Danny was the bright boy who has his heart determined to perform with the flame. One day,he met someone and agreed to perform in contract. It was a double edged sword for for him,which later it will be tilted. After performing in a building that he doesn't agreed to,a commotion occured that led to the place to burn down. If it wasn't for someone close to him,he wouldn't be came out with only burning injuries. Now carrying the debt,he left his home to handle his debt by his own.

Skills

Type: Rescue

Tool: Balloon/Smoke Holder

Ready within the belt pockets,Fire Perfomer will pull out a balloon filled with pellets and blew it big. The balloon would be planted onto the hunter when passing by.

The smoke holder will took out with a clothed ball cover with flammable liquid. With the fire lit it up,it will be blew at the balloon. This would cause a loud explosion and the hunter covered with a bit of fire. This stun would last for 5 seconds.

External Traits

Reflexes

Due to some experiences with body reflexes,Fire Performer would automatically performed vaulting when heading near pallet or window.

Ring

When cipher popped or performed his stun,Fire Performer would experience ’ringing’. The surrounding would be blur and the surrounding will be deafened for 7 seconds.

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Odd-Job

Name: Perry Cooper

Date of Birth: April 24th

Age: 19

Talents: ‘Jack Of All Trades'

Interests: Money

Likes: His dog Bub,salaries

Dislikes: Tardiness,low incomes

Traits: Counting,open-minded,forgetful

Dish: Canned foods

(Short) Backstory:

Perry Cooper don't quite remember when he was young,but his aunt always said that he was raised by three weirdos before she ‘rescued' him. Life was hard with the era he lived. Finding jobs is easy yet he doesn't last long for it to be permanent. The closest thing he could get is taking small tasks from other people for side hustles. One day,he was out in the street in winter season. On his way to find a job,he was encounter with the wind storm that led him to be lost. As he kept his walks despite the cold weather,he arrived to a different city. With a forgetful mind,he doesn't know how to go back. He went to a building to keep himself warm and met the receptionist. After some talks,he was given a letter,within the content of an invitation for a promised high raised job. Why wouldn't he want to reject that offer?

Skills

Type: Assist

Tool: Papers

The papers will be everywhere in the map. Find one will boost some stats based on types that appeared with the team.

Decode - higher decoding speed by 5%

Restrain - higher speed running by 6%

Rescue - Requires three hits to downed him

The duration of reading the paper will be 10 seconds.

The papers can also used to stun the hunter by thrown at the hunter to blind them for 6 second.

The cost of this is if any of the paper that stat boost the skills found first beforehand,the thrown away papers will lose the boost. In order to get it back,Odd Job have to find the paper again.

External Traits

Work,work!

After completing one task,the stats boost will be higher by 5%. It can also applied with the any of alternate type.

Forgetful

Due to his forgetfulness,any task that hasn't be perform will set the boosts to default if no task be doing after 30 seconds.

While default type stats will be the same,the changed type will be effect.

____________

Here's two of them! For a little note the first one is a yumeship kid and the second is triangle ship kid.

[study-core-101]

Hii your blog is so inspiring and helpful ❤

I don't know if you already posted about this but I want advice :D

I'm studying the equivalent to High School in my country (two years only) and I'm trying to strive more. Lately I have realised that I never have free time. I spend the afternoons studying, then I have dinner with my parents, watch something on TV, go to sleep and at those hours I'm so tired that I don't have the energy to do anything else I enjoy. Meanwhile, I see my friends and others at my class going out, going to extracurriculars, getting things done faster...

I've always had the feeling that I only do the things I like during summer break.

I can't help but wonder how am I gonna do when I'm in collage (if I actually get there)!

I would like to ask you if you had any advice, or tips about managing time etc

Pd: sorry if this was too long, personal or if I made any gramatical mistakes lol

Hii, sorry it took me so long to answer! From what I heard, it sounds like so kind of burnout. I'm no expert on this topic, so I'm going to leave the links of the sources just in case! (x) (x)

One of main components it's exhaustation. Feeling tired all the time and having no energy. Not only it impacts the mental and physicial health, but the perfomance. This usually stems of being always "on", overwork culture/mentality, pressure (whether internal or external) and the dislike of the tasks. What I recommend is:

Actually rest. Do activities that make mentally rest or dont do any activity, just take some time for yourself. Listen to your favourite music, take a bath, do some breathing exercise. Relax. Here are some more mental rest activities.

Dont beat yourself for resting. A lot of times, we "rest" but it isnt actually rest, because instead of focusing on yourself you are worrying about not doing anything productive 24/7. That looks like rest, but it isnt, it is just more tiring. All the toxic productivity mentality has to go.

Schedule time to do nothing. Establish clear moments for resting.

Take breaks.

Prioritaze tasks. Yes, we all want to have everything done perfectly and complete, but sometimes that is just impossible. The best way to classify them in order is 1) urgent and important; 2) not urgent but important; 3) urgent but no important; and 4) not urgent not important.

Have a good sleep schedule.

Drink water and eat all your meals

Find a hobbie or something you are passionate or at least midly interested on. Something that fills you with joy and seek to. At the beggining it will feel like a waste of time, but once you find something, well, let's just say, try it.

Another thing is the mindset. Negative thinking is unmotivating and tiring. Switching to a more possitive mentality does wonders.There are a lot of ways to reframe negative thoughts, I'm not familiar with most of them so I cant really explain, but here is an article that explains on detail how to do it.

Even though exhaustation and mentality are key to feeling burn out, inefficiency also has an important role. There are millions of study methods, but not a single one works for every person. Maybe you use a "good" study technique, but it isnt the right one for you. I'd recommend trying new ways of studying you havent tried before, see if at least one works for you. I'm going to honest with you, I dont know a lot of methods, since i found the one that works with me I havent tried new ways, here is a list of study methods with explanations that I'm using to draft future posts. Here are the links for the posts are posted about blurting, feynman and pq4r, if any of those sound helpful.

SELF CARE!!!!! Self-care is so important. It's been a common theme in this post, but I will repeat it once more, take care of yourself.

If these are also helpful, I'll leave the links for previous posts about motivation to start, motivation in general, and a reward system for motivation. Not all the tips in those posts will work, actually, some of them may contradict with what I just said, but I posted them with a different situation in mind. Take the tips that will help you and ignore the ones you think will just make it worse.

Hope this helps and good luck!

[heiayen]

food for thought? - furina & gn!reader

summary: you and furina visit the local food stalls.

tags: can be read both as romantic and platonic, depending on how you choose to read this! as it says in the summary! [name] eats meat if someone has a problem with that, cute lil drabble no dialogues written. part 1 (watching gaming's perfomance) part 2 (playing with kites) part 3 (picking qingxins) part 4 (visiting the hulao mountain and bringing food as an offering) part 6 (taking care of qiqi)

notes: hello this is my fourth? fifth? entry for @/astronetwrk new lunar year event. i don't know much of street food so i just zoomed thru the genshin wiki with food and tried to pick what dishes would be possibly found on street stalls </3 anyways. enjoy.

You were very excited to try out the local street food and, of course, you brought Furina along. You enjoyed tasting new dishes a lot, especially every time you had the chance to venture outside Fontaine and taste the local cuisine of whatever nation you were at that moment visiting.

Food was good, yes, you liked eating good food, especially your favourite dishes, but the local cuisine of a nation held importance greater than ‘just something to fill your stomach with’. Traditional dishes held years of history, after all. So many dishes you came across around Tevyat had their own story and you truly loved listening to them, learning about the people living there, and how the dishes came to life in the first place. 

That, and yes, you loved tasty food in general. But street food in particular. 

With a pouch of coins (yours and Furina’s, sharing was important after all, yes) and an empty stomach, you were ready. 

The first stall you saw was selling Mora Meat and, oh, how excited you were to try it. You were planning to eat it way earlier already, but… you simply forgot. You tugged Furina into the stall and decided to buy just one and share it with each other. It sure took you a moment to break the sandwich– it reminded you of one– into half without making too much of a mess,  but you did it.

You absolutely loved the taste. The meat was good, and the spices were a perfect amount, giving the whole pastry an amazing, rich taste. Furina also liked it, praising the pastry but you could tell that she was yet to find a dish she truly loved.

The next food you tried was Fried Radish Balls. You weren’t a stranger to radish, no, but this was the first time you tried a fried version of it and you were pretty sure that the radish that was used here was different from the one you knew… in looks at least.

You and Furina both got a stick each. You blew air at it to cool it down and after a moment, you ate one small ball of radish and other chopped veggies and you really liked. A perfect balance of vegetables, crispy on the outside and, surprisingly, chewy on the inside. But you had to laugh at Furina who rushed into eating a little too fast and, unfortunately, managed to burn her tongue just a little. 

For your last dish for now (because, turns out, not only the meat sandwich was filling but so were the radish balls, despite its small size), you decided on something sweet, much to Furina’s happiness. And quickly, you spotted a stall like this.

For the dessert, you decided to get a candy made of really thin sugar strings, reminding you of candy floss. You learned the candy’s name was Dragon’s Beard and, oh, you absolutely could see from where this came. Soon, you ended up with two candies, filled with nuts 

It was so sweet and the nuts were a nice contrast between the sugar strings and both you and Furina absolutely loved it. It seemed as if out of all, this was her favourite dish and you weren’t surprised, she always was known for a sweet tooth.

All in all, you considered your little journey over food stalls as a very enjoyable one, even if your coin pouch… became just a little lighter by the end of it.