#and the rest of the chef dudes burst out into applause

[diluc33rpm]

Who/what was your last dream about? (2/2)

hua cheng voice if your dream is to save the common people, then my dream is only you

[punkfistfights]

i got rage every day (on the inside)

the second prologue in my lich!taako fic <3 

part 1 | ao3

Taako wasn’t nervous, like, at all. He had done shows like Glamor Springs a million times before and he would do them a million times again.

Behind him, Sazed was preparing their appliances. “Love, the show is about to start,” Sazed said. “You ready?”

Taako laughed. “Saz, babe, Taako’s always ready. You should know this by now.”

Taako didn’t see Sazed’s response but he’s sure the wood elf sent him a fond smile, the way he always did when he thought Taako was being ridiculous. Taako wasn’t being ridiculous, of course. His confidence was well-earned because he was a fucking baller chef and he knew it too.

If he wasn’t such a good chef then there was no reason why he would be even half as popular as he was, after all. People loved Taako, because Taako was fucking lovable and awesome and his food was the actual shit. Anyone who disagreed could fuck right off.

Sazed walked up behind him, slipped his lean arms around Taako’s waist, and rested the tip of his chin against Taako’s shoulder. “It’s time, Taako. Everyone’s here, the seats are all full. Lets go.”

Taako nodded, turning around to brush his lips against Sazed’s before escaping his grip and walking up to the curtains that hid his caravan from the audience. He took a deep breath and grinned, cheesing it up with absolutely no shame. With an elaborate flourish, he parted the curtains using Mage Hand and appeared before the audience.

Sazed had been right. The seats, all forty of them, were completely full. Nice.

“Hail and well met, my dudes! Taako’s here to show you how to make some fucking amazing chicken!”

The audience burst into applause, cheering and screaming and stomping their feet. Fuck yeah, Taako was loved.

All in all, it was a typical show. Taako was cheesy and over-dramatic and his dish came together like an art. The audience responded well to his jokes, laughing at all the right spots, and on the edge of their seats.

It didn’t take long for the chicken to be done and for Taako to add the garnish. “Ok, m’dudes. I’mma take a taste of what I’m sure is gonna be a rad chicken and then I’ll hand out samples for all of you to try it too!”

The audience clapped. Taako took his fork, stabbed it into the chicken to rip out a good sized bite, and put it in his mouth, chewing and swallowing it dramatically. Then he froze. 

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