#MoonFestival

[twincrystalsz]

Happiness under the moonlight 🐇🌕🌸🐇

[sikfankitchen]

Matcha & Strawberry "Snowskin Mooncakes" with Custard & Strawberries Filling Recipe 🍓🍵🥮

[isaacspellman]

Can the moon be mine? 🌕

If I look upon the sky now Is it the same moon we’re looking at? The golden sphere that shine lights on my face Not in the same place My dazzling gaze

If the moon were mine I’ll never let go Never let it hide in the shadows Always be bright Always be full And always have light

[dkscore]

✨ Celebrate the divine light of **Sharad Poornima**!

On this auspicious night, let the full moon's healing rays bring peace, prosperity, and positivity into your life. 🌕🙏 Don’t forget to enjoy kheer under the moonlight for extra blessings! 🌸 Read more

[maotu999]

中秋快樂～

[lesdupont]

13 Moons is on the HIROSHIMA 10 TRACKS (DIGITAL LP) 2007 LYS 006

[naomiwielant]

Happy Mid-Autumn festival!!!

[suprememastertv]

🌕 Celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival with compassion and kindness! 🐾🌱 Wishing our lovely viewers a Happy Mid-Autumn Festival as we embrace the spirit of veganism, showing love for animals on this auspicious occasion. Let's shine a light on cruelty-free choices this festive season. 🌟🌱🌕"

🌿 Be Vegan, Make Peace 🕊 Do Good Deeds 💗

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[bluebuzzybug]

zhong qiu jie kuai le! 中秋节快乐🌕🏮 #zhongqiujie #中秋节快乐 #midautumn #midautumnfestival #mooncake #mooncakefestival #moonfestival #festival #moon #autumn #reunion #fullmoon #instamood #instapost # https://www.instagram.com/p/CiVFZ38JIa5/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[kingstreasureskr]

StarForce Kaiser Moon Festival

Halfbody commission for StarForce Kaiser!

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[twincrystalsz]

Enjoying grilled corn while admiring the full moon 🌕🌽🐇

[sikfankitchen]

Traditional Mooncakes with Lotus Seed Paste & Salted Egg Yolks! 🥮

[helloescapist]

For the Year to Come | Tamaki Amajiki

Word Count: 1492?

Setting: tamaki amajiki x gn!reader, pining

Content Warning(s): SFW, fluff

Summary: with U.A. a buzz with tsukimi so close, you find yourself with a helper in the kitchen as you prepare for the festival.

A/N: I adore this time of year, and the moonfestivals throughout the countries. Expect to see a few themed, fluff shorts this week inspired by the moon.

[image is not mine!]

Steam rolled off of pots, waves of decadent scents filled the small dorm kitchen. Kabocha rested under the air, nestled against the side of the kitchen. Warmed by the stove, the resting of dough, and produce awaiting care. The fold of noodles having dusted amongst your fingers, rested on hangers.

Set to rest for a moment, the fold of vegetables, under the sharp blade of a knife. Crisp and fresh, worthy of any producer. The smile of a hum tucked upon your lips as your fingertips tucked under your knuckles. Carefully pinning nappa cabbage against the cutting board. Your dominant hand wielding the butcher’s blade as you delicately threaded the sharp edge against the cabbage. Crips and tangy, the touch of salt against its diced leaves. Vivid green, lovely under the kitchen lights. Ingredients compiled, and procured from all the shopping districts in the area. Proof of the dedication the U.A. students and faculty had placed into securing their supplies. Despite the threat the League of Villains had posed, obviously significant enough to have drawn the entirety of the student body into onsite dormitories, the students and staff had resolved themselves to live life normally. In a way, it was verification of how resilient your class was, and the upcoming generation of heroes. Their resilience gifting you an inner strength to endure time spent away from home, encouraged you in the difficult times, and because of this, you had offered yourself up. Volunteered to do a majority of the cooking for the upcoming tsukimi festivities. Reassured it would be no trouble, you were more than familiar with the basics of cooking from your family having instilled long time traditions at home, and over the years, and while there were a few other students who stopped by, and offered their assistance as time went on, the majority had taken pride in preparing for other activities. Games across the school grounds, decorating, and preparing offerings except for one student, who had been known to peek in periodically. Shyly standing as though a phantom at the door, peeking around the trim of the kitchen entrance before scurrying off, just to inevitably return to peek into the humble kitchen.

                The first time Amajiki had wandered to this area of the dormitories, you ahd wondered if he was perhaps hungry, or in need of snacks. It wouldn’t have been entirely unreasonable, his quirk after all required quite the hefty stock, and for all the time you had been in the kitchen, the upper classman had not nibbled on anything. Regardless of how you insisted. Your offer having drawn the red to his cheeks, the tremble of his small elven ears, as his eyes surveyed the kitchen before releasing a squeak of a vowel you could not comprehend, slurred as he turned on his heel, and dove for the safety of his own private dorm. The interaction having drawn your curiosity, as to why he had wandered in the area in the first place. If perhaps, senpai was embarrassed to be caught hungry—you, yourself had been on the receiving end of a deceitful tummy growl in class. Though, you were beginning to suspect that it was not in fact his stomach that had drawn him to the kitchen. The pressure of his eyes peeking over the door frame, the wiggle of his nose, caught on the warm scents that illuminated from steaming pots. The tremble of his eyes when you had peeked behind your shoulder, anxious to feel someone’s else upon your back. Weary of a threat, only revealed to be the hero-to-be Suneater, or at least, you assumed so. The rush of his fleeing state leaving only the small tip of his pointed ears, and sway of his blueberry hair in your sights.  The third time, you steeled yourself to the eyes that traced your back. Fought back the anxiety that wiggled your bones and brought the blush to your cheekbones… shooed away any frightful fantasies. Reprimanded yourself for the brief thought that perhaps, he wanted to see you. No, no, no! shame on you, you scolded yourself as you waved your ladle in the smoke of the kitchen. As though you were exorcising such wishful thoughts from your crush-stricken brain. No, in all your time of knowing the upper classmen, you wore more than aware that… it was likely the excitement of setting up other events weather card games, or decorating with the ikebana displays had likely been too loud eventful for the quiet boy. Though his social aversion was evident, you had also noticed that when the opportunity arose, his kindness often broke through the cracks of nervousness and self-inflicted worries. He was sweet, and thoughtful, in the way he defended others on the battle field. His self-sacrifice and willingness to stand his ground—ah, it was likely the elven-eared boy was working up the courage to ask if you needed any assistance. Wishing to assist within his means.

                The roll of steam fluttered across your brow, tinted your cheeks as the all too familiar graze across your shoulders caught upon your heightened senses once again. Resisted the urge to giggle at his cute antics. The light step of his shoes tapped against the tile of the floor, his house shoes snug. Utilizing the sheen of the steel cover removed from steamed bok choy, you allowed yourself to peek at his obscured reflection in the cookware. A look of melancholy rolled across his expression, his eyes once again dusted over the ingredients, unsure of their importance. The red, the heat of the kitchen you told yourself touched upon the tip of his ears before his deep-set eyes found your reflection. His shoulders arched, and high, far too aware of how he had been caught. The turn of his heel, quick to flee once more denied swiftly as you caught the edge of his sweater. How cute he looked removed from his school uniform, snuggled into layers. “A-Amajiki-senpai, would, would you mind helping me?” You requested. Unsure if your request was far too demanding, or whether it was the reassurance he needed to bridge communication. The warmth of the night sky that stretched across the mid-evening met your own. Shyly gazing your reaction before drifting to the gaze of your fingers intertwined in his sweater. The fumble of apologies as you withdrew your fingers from his side.

Amajiki--- ah, no, he had said you could refer to him as Tamaki. Although the nervous shatter of his voice had you questioning if he was sincere, or rather, it was a forced attempt to be friendly when he was horribly uncomfortable. Oh you prayed it wasn’t the alternative. Numbly fumbled his name each time you spoke it. Basked in the appearance of Ama—Tamaki-senpai with a half apron tied at his hips. Shy to ask you questions regarding your ingredients. Little things, such as if you wanted the kabocha only washed, or fully sliced. Whether the noodles prepared were for udon or soba—nodded his understanding when you had resolved to make both. wanting to avoid a dispute amongst your classmates. How eagerly he navigated the kitchen, securing you ingredients as you requested them. The shy smile tucked at the corner of his lips, warm and soothing. Encouraged by your praise, and happy to be at your side. Flustered in the way he found himself leaning into your shoulder, nervous to answer your coos to try the broth. Panicked of the way you offered to feed him the sample while he folded the mochi dough, but most of all, it was the way that you tended to the stock. Drawn into ensuring the balance of dashi was perfect, and the miso glaze dressed across the simmered squash, when you had peeked over your shoulder.

                The ends of his hair had been pinned back with bobby pins, allowing you the rare opportunity to memorize his delicate features. The porcelain tone of his skin flushed against the heat of the kitchen. The rumble of pots teasing the tremble of your heart. The blush as his hair every reminiscent of an indigo bunting bird, and just as beautiful as its feathers carefully pinned to the side. His eyelashes, long and doll like. The almond cut of his eyes, appraised at the dough caught between his long fingers. The upper classman’s touch delicate as he molded the dough meticulously. Caught between the delicate pinch of his fingers. Rolled carefully and skillfully as though he had practiced the motions… no, you felt confident he had practiced this, maybe throughout his youth. The shy smile that found his face before lifting up the mochi for you to see. A small white plush bunny revealed between his fingers. Timid in the way he peeked down at it, and back at you, whispered, “F-for you.”

[scarletwitchie2]

not my art My Picture Book Cafe FB Inspired by this year’s Moon Festival @vancouverchinesegarden I stayed a little bit longer this year and the place turned to be so magical at night ❤️ Done with pen & ink and gouache #illustrator #illustration #canadawestillustrators #chinesegarden #moonfestival

[thejournalmylife]

🐇 Happy Moon Festival 🐇

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[chanminghk]

祝大家中秋佳節快樂！幸福 快樂 美滿！

#中秋節#MidAutumnFestival#MoonFestival