bread dance


The official Takarazuka youtube channel knows what we need in our lives.

No but it’s really kind of awesome that they want you to bring it to the show? Smart idea to get sales through the roof.

Watch out when you give bread to a pigeon, the others are not so far away  x)

I’m happy to post another video of animation on Tumblr !

This time I tried something classical so I used the “Can Can” of  Offenbach and was inspired to animate the French Can Can as well =D (not only because I’m french bien sûr àUà ! )

Hope you will like this, took looot of hours to make but it was really fun as always !

Drew lots of pigeons !

Le pain danse aussi, oui oui !  

Fresh-Baked Bread

Okieriete Onaodowan (Oak) x Reader

Summary: It’s just sex. Sex, guys. Also Oak makes bread and dances to jazz music!

Warnings: SMUT. A couple swears.

A/N: @hamiltonwrotetheother51 helped me with dialogue so much and I owe them my life.

You awoke to the sound of rain and the yeasty smell of rising bread. Your bed was cooler than normal, so you figured your fiancé, Okieriete was the one moving around in the kitchen. Stretching luxuriously, you hauled yourself out of bed and shuffled into the kitchen.
Leaning quietly in the doorframe, you watched Oak dance and shimmy to some kind of slinky jazz music. In an amazing display of masculine grace, he pirouetted to face you.

“(Y/N)! The sleeper awakes! Welcome to the world of the living!” He samba-ed over to you, wooden spoon in hand, and scooped you into a tango. Shrieking with laughter, you let him dance you around your small kitchen. He had the spoon between his teeth like a rose.
When the song ended he dipped you down and tossed the wooden spoon off to the side.
Before you could react, Oaks lips brushed against yours. He pulled back for a fraction of a second. His eyes met yours and you knew exactly what he meant to do.

In one swift motion Oak pulled your thighs up and around his hips. Leaning you back over the counter he checked the timer on the oven.
“23 minutes until this is ready baby. You think you can last that long?”
He dipped his head down and gently sank his teeth into your exposed neck. You’re entire body tingled.
“Yes…” you gasped.
He scooped you up.
“Lets go.”

He held you close to him and started walking down the hall towards the bedroom. Kicking the door open, he tossed you on the bed.
“You know the drill, honeybee.” He said, voice low, leaning against the closed door.
“Get those damned clothes off and let me see what I’m up against!”
You started to obey instantly, pulling you shirt off and then your pyjama pant. You were left standing in your panties, which you dropped a moment later. Oak had started to slowly pace towards you, eyes full of lust, a half smile on his full lips.
“Lie back, babygirl…Knees up. Let me look at you…”. His voice was low and quiet and full of promise. You lay back on the edge of the bed, knees bent and legs falling open, shivering as you felt a shock of cool air between your legs. The sensation was fleeting though, because a second later Oaks’ hand was sliding between your folds, up your cleft, stopping with his thumb gently pressing on your clit. He didn’t move. Just kept his thumb there. He leaned over you, hooking your right leg over his shoulder. The tip of his tongue trailed along the outer shell of your ear.
“So wet… You just can’t control yourself around me, can you?” He panted into your ear, pressing his hardening cock against your thigh.
“Goddamit Oak! Get your fucking pants off and give me attention. I deserve it!” You whined. He pulled away from you sharply and you gasped.
Looking up, you saw him stripping his shorts, boxers, and shirt off. When he was finished he ran his hand up your leg, looked at you for a moment before jerking his chin towards the head of the bed.
“Up there. Lie back on the pillows. Gotta make sure you’re comfortable.”
You smiled at how concerned he was for you, moving yourself up as he had asked. He checked his phone.
“We got 12 minutes left (Y/N). Think you can last that long?” He was poised over you. Arms on either side of your head, holding himself above you. You could feel his hips resting between hour legs, the head of his cock nudging against your clit. It was antagonizing.
“Oak I can last forever. Please just give me what I want!” Your hands found his shoulders, ran over his smooth brown skin and pressed at the small of his back. “Oak…”
he smiled.
“I want you to look at me. The whole time. I want to see every expression.”
You needed him so bad right now. A growled “yes sir” left your lips.
He shifted over you and you could feel the head of his cock press into you. You hummed in satisfaction as he slowly pushed his hips forward until his cock was fully snuggled inside you, filling you up completely.
He rested his weight onto his forearms on either side of your head. You felt him start moving in minuscule increments at first, tapping against your g-spot with every movement. Before long he was picking up speed and grunting with every thrust.
You could feel him hitting you hard and deep. Heat began to pool in your belly, your entire body tensing with expectation. You looped your legs around his waist and over his hips, giving him a better angle. You were gasping quietly, gazing at Oak in wonder. The beautiful, chocolate-brown boy that was panting above you.
“Oh…my god… you… do things to… me that… I can’t even… describe!” He huffed. His hips were pushing up and against you frantically. All you could do in response was whimper.
“Oak! I…” he dipped his head down and kissed you hard.
“Come. Now. You’re beautiful when you’re like this. Coming undone under me.” His voice was thick and deep and husky and it sent you over the edge.
The fire inside you erupted, sending tendrils of liquid bliss throughout your entire body. Your body moved involuntarily, back arching into Oaks’ chest, eyes squeezing shut as you held onto him and let your climax shake you. A moment later he groaned and you felt heat rush inside you.
Oak pressed deep into you, panting, arms shaking, before pulling out of you and collapsing on the bed by your side. His dark skin was slick with sweat and his ribs were heaving. You reached over and rubbed his woolly black hair. His eyes fluttered open and he turned to you, gently resting his fingertips against your lips.
“You make me feel things..” he murmured
You laughed and kissed his palm.
He was still looking at you in wonder.
“I’m so in love with you, (Y/N).”
You smiled. “Oak, I love you too, honey.”
He closed his eyes for a second, a smile still playing on those beautiful brown lips.
“Shit!!! I forgot about breakfast!” He threw his clothes back on and sprinted to the kitchen.
You giggled and put your own clothes back on, wandering out when you were finished. The rain was still drumming on the windows but Oak had made an incredible array of breakfast goodies. Including a loaf of fresh-baked bread.

I eat the hummus 
without any bread.
Black olives dancing
in my mouth. Darling,
won’t you cut me a
piece of the goat cheese,
and did you make me
a cup of chai?

I wake up with his hands
on my hips. And he has
learned to read my mind
in bed,
he brushes his teeth,
and leaves me alone
between the sheets,’
and it reminds me
how alone I felt
before we got married.
But I get up without
howling, and I take
my coffee black
with milk,
cause every darkness
has its sweetness.
So he knows.

He goes to work,
and leaves me alone
in the apartment.
I go back in bed,
and I look at my
youthful body.
And I wonder
how I never felt alone
for a man before.

—  Arabic Breakfast from The Immigration Series by Royla Asghar 
The Night Sky

Yay! First fanfiction. Please don’t judge too harshly. Also very new to tumblr. This takes place before aCoTaR while Rhys is still under the mountain, five years before he meets Feyre. He has a dream on the night of Starfall in the future where he has a mate and everyone is happy. Feyre is still the breadwinner of the family back when she is 13? 14? Criticism is appreciated!


After long day of scouring through the large, snow coated woods, searching for any poor animal that would find its way through her cheap arrow, Feyre trudged back to her little cottage stomped her snow dusted boots onto the small rug. Feyre looked down at her broken and tattered boots and sighed. She needed new ones. She placed her too small boots next to Nesta’s and Elain’s and sighed again. She looked around her cramped cottage as her stomach gurgled. The aroma of freshly baked bread danced throughout the tiny house and made its way to Feyre’s nose. The girl’s nostrils flared as she regarded the golden loaf of bread next to the oven with longing. Feyre’s stomach growled again and she frowned.

Feyre walked towards the the small, crackling fireplace and warmed her hands, blowing into them every so often for warmth. She stripped off her jacket, if you could even call the thin piece of dark blue wool a jacket, and hung the garment. She looked out the window and her grey eyes widened. The night sky was always the Feyre’s favourite thing in the world. She relished the moments when she was able to just lay back and admire the stars. She found comfort in its dark colours and patterns, of how you would never be able to count all of its stars.

Feyre walked up the stairs and winced as the stairs creaked with every gentle step she took, afraid of waking her two elder sisters. She passed the mirror of her bedroom and looked at her reflection. Her once shiny copper-gold hair was now dull and dry. Her eyes, once bright blue-grey and happy, only looked dark, with under eye bags, a result of restless nights and early mornings. She looked down and stared at her hands, red and cracked from the bitter winter cold. The girl sighed and reached the room and eased herself down onto the bed, wincing once again as the bed creaked. She laid down on the edge of the bed where her sisters slept. She lifted her feet, tucked them into the blanket, and wrapped the blanket around her small body, taking any warmth the patchy quilt offered her. The girl gazed out the window and sighed as she saw the night, her favourite thing, and knew that someone else was out there, watching, as she was at that moment. Slowly, Feyre’s eyelids drooped as she fell asleep with a smile on her face.


The melody of the song playing at Rita’s, their inner circle’s favourite restaurant, was as happy as can be. With a bouncing melody that you could never forget, the group danced merrily through the night. Mor, already on her third drink, was a bright beacon of light in the night, with the lights reflecting her golden hair and eyes, and a smile brighter than the sun itself. Beside her was Azriel, dancing alongside her, swaying the beat. His gaze, warm only for Morrigan, was on Mor’s every move. Azriel grinned, even though his face did not usually reveal his emotions. He was happiest with Morrigan.

Rhysand smiled to himself as he knew that his brother was finally happy, despite his dark past. Beside them was Cassian, dancing with his mate. His mate, whose spirit was hot like fire and with a tongue sharper than a butcher’s knife, a perfect match to Cassian’s large ego and teasing jokes. Cassian said something and laughed. His brother extended his hand to his mate and walked towards the dance floor, joining Az, Mor, Amren, and the crowd.

The crowd suddenly went silent. One single glowing star fell. One that took everybody’s breath away, as two other stars followed the first. Lights cascaded the night as the bright stars fell, leaving a trail of bright twinkling light.

Starfall. Everybody’s favourite time of the year in the City of Starlight, also known as Velaris.

“Shall we?”

His gaze went to the direction of the voice. The voice that belonged to his mate. His high lady. She donned a black dress, a black piece of shimmery fabric hanging off her shoulders. Her hair, golden copper hair that reflected light with every turn and move, pinned up. No doubt Mor’s handiwork. He gazed into her brilliant blue-grey eyes and smiled. A warm feeling extended down the bond between them as she extended her hand towards Rhysand. Her eyes crinkled as she let out a smile that made his very heart stop beating.

Rhysand grinned back and reached out to his mate and clasped her hand. They walked over to the dance floor and held each other in their arms, comfortable in the silence. Their tenth Starfall together. Rhysand pulled back and kissed her on the head.

Feyre looked up at his violet eyes and said, “Thank you for spending Starfall with me. You make everything better just by being here.”

Rhysand looked down and wondered just how he ended up with someone as beautiful, not just on the outside but within. Her beauty and kindness, whispered amongst his people. Her love and care, for their family. Her laughs, a whimsical sound that you would willingly listen to every day.

“No Rhysand, thank you. Thank you for giving me this. A loving family,” she gestured to the inner circle. “A beautiful city with wonderful people,” she looked over at the citizens of Velaris. “And most of all, thank you for giving me the memories we’ve made over the past ten years. The best ten years of my life. I have enjoyed every single wondrous moment you have given moment we have spent together and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Thank you Rhysand. For everything. I love you.”

With a hoarse voice, Rhysand whispered, “I love you too.”

Pure, unending torture. Rhysand sprang up, panting hard, sweat covering his entire body. The good dreams were always the worst. Anything that brought back memories of his family, of Velaris, always tore his heart apart and caused an abundance of agony. Every. Single. Time.

Rhysand gazed over to where Amarantha laid beside him on the silken bed sheets. Amarantha, knowing it was Starfall, made Rhysand service her longer than most nights. Rhysand pretended not to hear the whispers regarding him or the title he had won since being Under the Mountain. “Amarantha’s Whore”, they called him. He had to shut his eyes to refrain from vomiting. Rhysand laid down on his back again.

His mate.

Rhysand knew he would never have a mate. Would never be lucky enough to have one. He did not deserve one. He had done deeds far worse than one could imagine. Ones that he had to force to the back of his mind. For the past couple of years, his dreams had been getting worse. He had dreams of a beautiful young woman, a high fae. One far too good for him. One he did not deserve. The woman in his dreams had been visiting his dreams for years now. The only piece of light in this chamber of unending pain and suffering that had become his life. And yet he still didn’t know her name. He only knew of her brilliant blue eyes and golden hair.

Rhysand squeezed his eyes closed and tried not to imagined how his family was doing back home, as it would only bring more pain. His heart longed for even a glimpse of the beautiful night. Of Mor. Azriel. Cassian. Amren. He took in a deep breath and tried to calm his racing heart.

Just five more years. Five more years.

Forty-four years have already passed. He could handle five more.

Rhysand shut his eyes once more and fell asleep with the need to see the night sky for the first time in forty-five years.

Baguette baguette baguette !

This time, it’s a video !!

I added a song with the animation and worked with the rythm, it was a test and I really like how it looks ! I have to post more videos like this one in the futur, it’s funny to do and I missed doing it ^^

I draw all on the DSi, then I put the frames on Movie maker to work the song and the animation together =)

Hope you will enjoy it =)

J’en ferais d’autre !

The song belongs to Daft Punk : Robot Rock